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Lirry - I certainly wasn't expecting that

“Liam!” Harry calls out into their shared flat. He hasn’t seen the other lad since they went to bed last night and he’s craving his touch. To say Harry is needy is an understatement. He constantly needs to have Liam’s attention wither it be his hands on him, talking to him or simply sitting with him. But with Liam picking up extra shifts at work and spending most of his time studying, wither it’s at the library or at home, Liam barely has time for him.

Harry has always been intelligent and doesn’t really need to study. If he hears it once he’ll remember it forever. But unlike Harry, Liam needs to constantly study. His normal engineering course work takes up enough time but with his need to pass finals and final project due dates fastly approaching his nose is constantly buried in a book.

“In here Haz!” Liam shouts back from their shared room. He’s sitting at his desk reading up on quantum physics and after an hour it’s still not sinking in. But Harry happy as ever and not noticing the stressed out tone to Liam’s words skips the short distance to their room and leans against the door frame.

“Hey Li Li!” Liam looks up momentarily to give his boyfriend a smile. No matter how stressed he gets Harry can usually make him feel better. But as soon as his eyes move from Harry and back to the book his sour mood returns. “Are you okay Liam?” Harry wanders up behind him and drapes his arms over his shoulders, leaning onto his back.

Liam lets out a loud sigh, covering more words in yellow highlighter. “Just stressed is all. Quantum physics is a huge part of this final and I don’t understand it at all.” Harry peppers a few kisses onto Liam’s neck an rubs his hands over his chest.

“I know how to make you feel better.” He whispers into the crook of his neck, before attaching his lips to the sensitive flesh. He starts to suck a purple bruise into the slightly tan skin as his hands make work on the buttons of his plaid shirt. Liam represses a moan and swats Harry’s hands away.

“Not now Harry.” Harry pulls away and pouts, nuzzling his face into Liam’s neck.

“Why not, Li?” Harry asks dragging out the ‘I’ sound, like he always does when he doesn’t get his way.

“Because, I’m trying to study.”

“But Liam, I need you.” Harry’s voice drops an octave lower and takes on a gravely tone. He begins to nibble on Liam’s neck once again, smirking when a groan escapes the older boy’s lips. 

“I’m sorry Haz, but I need to study.” He refocuses on his text book and tries to ignore how good Harry’s tongue feels on his neck.

Harry leans up to whisper into his ear. “You can take a break for a bit can’t you. I’ve been aching for you all day.” He accentuates his words by taking Liam’s ear lobe between his teeth and giving it a small tug. 

Liam shakes the boy off, his patience wearing thin. “Harry this is the last time I’m going to tell you. Not now.”

Liam’s words come out harsh, causing Harry to be taken aback. Liam is never cross with him and tears spring to his eyes. “Okay then, I’ll leave you alone.” Harry shrinks back and quietly pads out into the living room. Harry plops down on the couch and curls into a ball as silent tears flow down his rosy cheeks.

Harry craves to have Liam’s arms around him, and to have him whispering sweet words into his ears. Harry may be tall and lanky, but when it comes to Liam he never feels smaller.

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When Liam wakes up in the morning Harry isn’t beside him and that frightens him. On the rare occasion Harry wakes before Liam he always stays in bed, tucked into Liam’s chest until he absolutely has to get up.