Harry gave Louis a shy smile, taking a small sip of his tea before speaking, unable to look at the blue eyed man directly. "So...how have you been?" He said, face palming mentally as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Oh just peachy." Louis joked, making Harry cough over a laugh. After a moment of silence, Harry swallowed, placing the mug on the table.
"Well, I um, I think I should go, Luke might be wondering where I am."
He didn't want to go, oddly enough, but his mind told him that his relationship with Louis was not a good one, when he was younger sure, it may have excited him to be with an older man... and it also may have been exciting to have sex with an older man...but he was older now, and knew he and Louis wanted different things, and he was happy with Luke.
"Haz?" Louis said quietly, making Harry freeze.
"Yeah Lou?" Daddy. Harry added mentally.
All right some habits are hard to break, but he could be strong. Definitely.
"I miss you." Louis admitted, looking up at him. Harry's breath hitched, when had Louis's eye gotten so blue? And his arms so muscular?
Wait-Luke also had gorgeous eyes-he reminded himself, Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke.
"Can I use the phone?" He blurted out, making Louis's eyebrows raise.
"To call Luke?" Louis guessed. Harry nodded slowly, already reaching across for the phone. He nearly topped into the table, catching himself and looking up at Louis quickly.
"Careful baby," Louis said, making Harry freeze. His insides melted, and all he wanted was to- Call Luke! Call Luke and go home.
"Louis, I have nothing to say to you." Harry lied, "please give me the phone and let me leave."
Louis's eyes flickered, and there was a moment of silence before Louis spoke up, his hand still curled around the phone.
"Harry, let me apologize." Louis stated, not asking or demanding, but telling Harry he was going to speak. Harry leaned back, his long curls falling into his eyes as Louis coughed.
"I'm sorry." He said, making Harry snort.
"I'm sure." Harry said, making Louis huff.
"I've made a lot of mistakes-"
"Like this decor." Harry mumbled, making Louis stop.
"I'm going to ignore that because I love you." Louis sighed, making Harry shift in his seat on the couch.
"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, and the biggest one was dating Zayn." Harry looked up, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What about losing me?" The younger boy couldn't help but ask.
"Actually," Louis said slowly, his fingers tapping against one another, "I think that was actually a good thing, it helped me realize how much you mean to me. I should've fought for you Hazza, and tried to get you back instead of moving on so quickly. I don't love Zayn, and I don't think you love Luke."
Harry squeaked, slowly moving his hands up and stopping him. "You don't know anything, of course I love Luke." Of course he did, Luke made him happy...or safe. It didn't matter either or, Luke comforted Harry, and was there when Louis fucking wasn't, and he wasn't about to fall into the older man's arms just because he looked really good in his black button up shirt.
"Louis, you make too many mistakes." Harry stated, trying to feel as confident as he sounded, "You touched me when I was underage-"
"What?" The older man shrieked, throwing his head back and giving a patronizing laugh, "Harry, baby, you were begging for it."
"That doesn't-"
"You're always begging for it." He continued, making Harry's throat dry. He swallowed, sucking in a breath as he avoided Louis's gaze.
"That was in the past." Harry said slowly.
"Really?" Louis said slowly, mockingly but a slight tone of seduction. Harry stared at him, licking his suddenly dry lips as Louis gazed at him.
"I bet," Louis said slowly, grabbing Harry's cup and bringing it to his own lips, "I can make you beg for it now too."
And then Harry was up, dizzy and nearly in the older man's lap as he ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
His head was spinning and his pants were tight, and God, he really wanted to suck Louis off. But Luke, he meant too much to him and he knew the blonde haired boy felt the same, how could he possibly abandon him just over some left over sexual frustration?
"Harry?" Louis's voice sounded, "I called Luke, he and Zayn are on their way. I think we all should talk."
Before Harry could stop himself, he ripped the door open, coming face to face with his old lover.
"Wait," he heard himself saying, practically feeling Louis's lips against his, "no."
Louis arched a brow, "Why not? I made you uncomfortable."
"No you- I mean yes, you did, but we need to settle this ourselves, not with our boyfriends breathing down out necks."
"Trouble in paradise?" Louis said, was he teasing him?
"This has nothing to do with Luke, it has to do with you." Harry said, feeling slightly dizzy. Was he drunk? He felt drunk. Maybe he needed to lie down in Louis's bed with Louis.
"I need water." He croaked, making Louis's eyes widen.
"Okay," he was saying, wrapping an arm around his torso, "okay baby come here." As he led him to the kitchen, Louis couldn't help but relish in the way his boy leaned into him, breathing in his sweet scent slightly.
"I'm sorry Hazza." He said quietly, muffled by the older boys hair.
"What? For what?" Harry said, his voice strained. He put him in the chair, letting him breathe as he got a glass of water for him.
"For...for trying to rope you back in to being with me." All right, it was a shitty move, trying to press Harry into admitting his feelings for him, but the sooner he did, the sooner he could take care of him again.
"It's...it is what it is." Harry said finally, making Louis nod in agreement.
Harry took the water from him, drinking it and just looking very soft. Louis wanted to kiss him, but he also wanted to brush his hair and let him be happy. Was that with him? God he knew it could be if he could just fix everything.
"Harry, do you love Luke?" Louis finally asked, no longer patronizing or cruel.
Harry blinked, setting his glass down and staring at him, his green Bambi eyes making him look like a deer in headlights.
"Uh, yes." Harry said almost immediately, his eyes flickering.
"You're a shit liar." Louis said, making Harry shriek.
"I do!"
"I'm sure, but you're hiding something."
Harry fell silent, his eyes glazing over at the table as he fidgeted, his fingers tangling as he avoided the older man's gaze.
"I don't know...how I love Luke."
"What?"
"I don't... He was always there for me, of course, and he's so handsome-" Louis grunted, making Harry give a bemused smile, his light eyes flitting to him for a moment.
"But I don't think I want to marry him."
"Why darling?"
Harry winced, and Louis froze, but did not apologize, because he wasn't sorry.
"I think I might...still have some feelings for you."
