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"What are you doing?" Harry asked. I didn’t know what to say. What was I doing? Why was I brushing a strand of his long, curly locks out of his face? I froze momentarily as I pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and stuck it in mine smoothly.“Gonna burst into flames with those long curls. I didn’t want to let you ruin the wedding with third degree burns. Sue me” I replied bitterly.He looked almost saddened by my sudden change in mood. When we got here today, I offered a truce. I didn’t want him to cause any drama, like he always managed to do. I only have to see him once or twice a year since college ended.He dated my roommate Niall, who is getting married to the guy Harry introduced him to, Shawn. We had to put up with each other a lot. As I stood there awkwardly dragging the cigarette I stole from his mouth, my blood boiled as I recalled what made him hate me with such intensity, that even when offered a truce, he still had to ruin a moment where I was trying to be kind.Niall’s family is loaded. We’d all gone to their beach cottage in Maine at the end of the semester a few years ago, to blow off some steam. While it was only supposed to be myself Niall, Shawn, Harry, and our friend Liam, Harry brought a guest without telling anyone. I knew there was going to be problems the second that I saw him in the driveway in his old, beat up Ford, with the raven haired, dark eyed beauty.I’d just broken up with my girlfriend, Penny. I was…sad. I missed her. She thought we’d grown too far apart. We were together since the 10th grade. We tried to make things work when we went to different colleges. I wanted it to work desperately. I was used to her. I knew her like the back of my hand. She was predictable in the best way.Until she did the last thing I thought she’d do, and fucked someone else. She told me when I drove the hour and a half to see her at her school during finals. She dumped me pretty brutally, I left that night to come back to my dorm. Niall stayed up with me all night while I tried to wrap my head around it.He’d invited me to the beach house, telling me Liam and Harry would be there. I’d met Harry twice before, and I didn’t absolutely despise him. I was rather indifferent. He was a bit pretentious, a bit too attention-seeking for my personal liking, but I had no beef real with him. I could definitely tolerate him for the weekend in the cozy beach house.So I thought, anyway. I had no clue how weird things would get that weekend. I never minded that Niall was gay, and that by extension, a lot of his friends were, too. I’m not homophobic or anything, I just don’t like guys that way. I didn’t even mind that he brought someone else that we didn’t know or agree to, I was willing to give the guy a chance.I was still heartbroken. I felt so lonely. I was looking forward to getting off campus and away from the stresses of the semester. So while we all drank like crazy and smoked pot on the beach, like it was legal at the time, I’m sure I didn’t look exactly thrilled to be there. I was trying to rally, trying to be a good sport, but things got awkward and I didn’t know what to do.After we came inside from swimming in the ocean, Liam and Zayn started to hit it off. It was weird to watch it happen. I watched as Harry realized that they liked each other, and I watched him get hurt over it. I wasn’t sure who he was more upset about, Liam or Zayn, but the two of them slept in the same room that night, and Harry slept on the couch. I felt bad for him. I didn’t have a reason to dislike him yet.“Sorry that we took the room last night, Haz. Thanks for being a good sport about it. We’re more than happy to take the couch tonight…” Liam said to Harry cautiously, the next day at lunch. The entire table got quiet and awkward, waiting to hear Harry’s response.“No worries. I don’t need a queen sized bed to myself. I’m fine on the couch. You two kids have fun” He replied. He did a good job at sounding polite and genuine, but there was definitely pain in his eyes. Everyone noticed. No one said anything.“Well there’s another whole twin in my room…didn’t know you slept on the couch, bud. You’re more than welcome to it tonight. That couch will fuck your back up” I offered. It was the polite thing to do. There was literally no reason NOT to offer him the bed, and I would have looked like a dick if I hadn’t. Liam’s knuckles tightened on his knee, but he wrapped his other arm around Zayn casually.“Oh. Thanks. I appreciate that. Didn’t wanna ask. It’s a terrible couch to sleep on” He replied. He suddenly seemed to be in a little bit of better spirits. His emerald eyes twinkled as his dimples sunk deep into his cheeks with his widening lips moving them that way. He was undeniably an attractive guy. Everything about him was.So no, I didn’t hate him at all at first. I was ready to get to know him, as a friend, as a part of the circle. That night was totally chill, we all stayed up and drank and smoked until we were so tired we couldn’t keep our eyes open. It wasn’t until the next day that things got...tense.I woke up in the room alone and reached for my water bottle. I was definitely a bit hungover. I think I’d fallen back asleep for a moment or so. He came out of the bathroom in just a towel, seemingly moments later. I remember seeing his tattoos for the first time. You could always get a peek of the sparrows on his chest through his button up that never was quite buttoned enough to cover them completely.His tattoos were so symmetrical. His hair wasn’t quite as long as it is now, but it was still almost to his shoulders. I was already hard from just waking up. I sat up a little panicked, hoping he didn’t see. If he did, he pretended not to notice. I wasn’t uncomfortable because he was gay. I was uncomfortable because there was a part of my brain that desperately wanted him to lose the towel. I wanted him to want me.He looked like a girl in some ways. He’s always had an androgynous vibe to him. I hadn’t fully appreciated it until that moment. He was pulling clothes out of his duffel and he turned around. I found myself staring at his ass, as he pulled on swim trunks, getting ready to spend the day on the beach.He spun around suddenly, when he had his trunks on over his hips. He looked directly at me, as if assessing my reaction to the relatively normal interaction. But it was clear where my vision had been glued to just moments before. My gaze was then locked on his laurel tattoos as I tried to figure out what was happening.I looked up at him. I have no clue, to this day, what I looked like to him. I’m assuming I looked confused and scared. I’m positive the embarrassment of getting caught lurking showed on my face, my cheeks were warm and red. He beamed a smile at me. It wasn’t a weird one either. It was friendly. Safe.I smiled a little awkwardly back, and I sat up straight in the twin sized bed close to the inner wall of the room, sacrificing the ocean side for him, since he asked. I didn’t really care.“Thanks for letting me bunk in here. You were right, if I had to do another few nights on that couch, my back would not be happy with me” he said casually as he ran his fingers through his hair in the mirror, and stepped into his flip flops. He pulled on a blue button up with flamingos all over it and looked at me to see if I was going to respond.“No worries. My suitcase didn’t need a twin to itself” I tried to joke. His smile widened. “Sorry you got pushed out of your room. That must suck” I said, then physically cringed at how intrusive and rude my assumption was. Why did I say that out loud? “Sorry, that…didn’t sound so shitty in my head…” I added, trying to smooth it over.His expression hardened. Where there were dimples just before, there was suddenly a bit of a scowl. His brow furrowed. He looked pissed at first, as I braced for him to rip into me and tell me to mind my own business. He didn’t though. His expression softened again after a few painful seconds.“No worries” He replied, a smirk growing on his face. “Kinda like it better in here anyway” He added. I was absolutely shocked when he winked at me. Did my heart skip a beat? No. Maybe. He left the room abruptly and without looking back, as I laid there with a huge boner, and my mouth agape in confusion.❧All day, I looked at Harry a little differently. I kept my aviators glued to my face, so he only actually caught me looking a handful of times. I caught him looking at me at least a handful more, and I had no clue why, but it was addicting, thinking this guy was attracted to me. Maybe I could feel how badly all of the guys who were there wanted him on some level.I’d never thought about guys before. I may have stolen a curious glance, on occasion, at Niall here and there, being roomies, and being bored and incredibly lonely and horny, but they didn’t mean anything. Whatever was happening with my attraction to Harry was different. Something I didn’t bother trying to deny to myself. He was, and is, beautiful.There was some tension between Liam and Zayn that morning, but nothing they shared with the group. We were all happy to spend the warm, sunny day on the beach. We all drank some beer and played volleyball. It was almost 2pm when Niall and Shawn went inside to make some food for everyone, and Liam and Zayn fell asleep cuddling on the blanket they’d laid out in the sand.“Wanna get in with me? Getting hot out” Harry asked me. I was surprised. It was hot, but not unbearably. He stood from his beach chair that was sat up next to his towel. I felt myself stand before I’d made a conscious decision to join him. I still had my white halter top on with my trunks. When he realized I decided to come, he beamed a huge, dimply smile. It made my insides twist with excitement.He was walking backwards towards the water, waiting for me to follow him. I couldn’t help the grin that grew on my face, or the blood that was flowing to my cheeks, making them blush. I wasn’t alone in my embarrassment for long. When I took off my top, and started heading towards the water, Harry tripped over something large and hard in the sand, knocking him on his ass.He couldn’t do anything but laugh at himself. I’d let the concern and amusement show on my face. I was only feet away from him, so I held out my hand to help him up. He took my hand, and definitely seemed like he was going to let me help him, but before I knew it, I was on my knees in the sand with him, practically straddling him, the way I happened to fall when he playfully pulled me down.I was totally shocked. Especially at how I ended up in that position, and at his excited, but slightly worried expression. He started giggling adorably. It made me feel something I’d never quite felt for anyone before. I looked down into his beautiful, green eyes. His face went from adoring, to curious and lustful in a split second. I have no clue what I looked like to him.I had the urge to kiss him. I never, ever would have. But the thought hit me in the center of my brain like a ton of bricks, when he ran his fingers through his long, curly hair. He was still smiling, but the concern was taking over his face. He scrunched his nose and tried desperately to tone his smile down. I felt my brow furrow with my own curiosity.I stayed there, just gawking at the guy who I hardly knew underneath me, hovering over him awkwardly. After what felt like an eternity of me feeling like a total creep, I went to try to stand. My legs were in such an awkward position, that they buckled when I put the slightest pressure on them. Suddenly, I was basically sitting in his lap, and there was something hard underneath me, pressing into the back of my thigh.He looked terrified and apologetic, as he watched me realize what it was. I snapped myself off of him instantly, unable to hide my shocked expression. I could tell he thought I was going to freak out on him. I watched him brace himself. I was just…caught off guard. I’d never felt anything like that, exactly where I’d felt it. He looked so scared he could cry. I didn’t want him to be scared.I felt myself smirk at him. His concerned expression shifted to one of confusion. Instead of standing, as I intended to do, I lowered myself back onto him gently. He gasped underneath me, clearly not expecting me to have any reaction of interest, even if I was going to be kind. His face hardened. He looked almost mad, until his visage turned mischievous.He retuned my smirk, and he bucked his hips up. I felt his huge, hard cock being pressed firmly into my asscheek. I let myself grind on it three times. I’d never admit it to his face, but sometimes, I still jerk off to the thought of those three unexpected thrusts up and down in his lap. I bit my lip when he moaned at the sensation. I had no clue what I was doing.“What are you doing?” I heard from behind me. Panic washed over both of us immediately. I turned around and Niall was looking at us, bewildered. I just laughed at myself awkwardly. I got up slowly, making up some bullshit about play wrestling for the bed by the window. Niall didn’t seem to buy it entirely, but decided not to press. When I stood, I watched Harry flip his boner into his waistband.I had no clue what to do with my own, without calling his attention to it, but if I turned around without trying to conceal it, both he AND Niall would see it. I decided to repeat his motion as subtly as possible. He watched me do it and tried to fight a smug smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face Niall.“Oh. Sounds fun. Do you guys want burgers before we go for a swim?” Niall asked, his eyes darting between the two of us, now that we were standing side by side. I felt embarrassed. I cleared my throat and shifted a little uncomfortably.“Yeah. I need something. I’m starving” I replied. Niall looked at Harry. Harry looked slightly sad? But he shook it away quickly and smiled and nodded, following us over the small cement bridge over the ditch covered in sea grass, leading back into the stylish and understated beach house.❧The afternoon had turned into evening, and the sun was starting to set. Liam and Zayn went to build a fire on the beach. Niall and Shawn were cleaning up the last of the dishes from earlier.I kept catching Harry’s gaze from across the huge, bright living room. It made my heart punch my sternum every time. I’m sure I kept flushing. His worried expression slowly morphed into a knowing one, after the first few times he caught my eyes. I cursed myself for being so obvious.“Gonna get a hoodie. I’m cold” I said out loud. His right eyebrow quirked only slightly, but he nodded absently in acknowledgment as he played with his phone.Relieved to have a few moments to myself in the room we were sharing, I collected my thoughts. What was it about this guy? I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I didn’t even want to. I just had no clue how to handle it.I pulled on a sweatshirt, and gasped loudly when I turned around, and there he was in the doorway.“Shit! Scared me” I yelped, clutching at my chest dramatically. He didn’t say anything at all. He chuckled, but seemingly humorlessly. His head tilted to the side only slightly, as he looked at me indescribably.“Sorry. Was just coming to…grab a hoodie…” he said. There was a teasing ring to his voice. His eyes slowly crawled their way down my body, then back up it without bothering to be remotely subtle about it.I was terrified. He was so confident. He was so…hot. It was such a weird scenario for me. I didn’t like guys. I never had. So why was I getting hard again? I decided to let myself look at him shamelessly.I dragged my eyes up and down his body unsubtly, just as he had. He let me, as he just stood there in the doorway. He looked at me, humor and desire were waging a war in his eyes.He walked to his side of the room wordlessly and picked his duffel up off the floor, looking for clothes. I needed a hoodie. That’s what I came in there for. I decided to put on sweat pants, too.He could sense me removing my swim trunks and he stiffened in place, keeping his attention on the window in front of him. I wanted him to look back at me desperately, but definitely didn’t think he was going to. I’d given up hope completely, when I was about to pull the waistband up over my hips, past my half hard dick.He turned only slightly, and he stole a glance out of the corner of his eye. He knew I saw, too, and he couldn’t fight his smirk when he realized what state I was in. I watched him decide to do something, but I could have never guessed what it was.The next thing he did has lived in my spank bank since. He pulled something small out of his duffel bag. I couldn’t tell what, until he dropped his swim trunks, and slipped them on.I physically couldn’t look away, as he pulled the garment up his long, lean legs. I watched the lacy material slide up over his round ass cheeks. They were tight, lacy, black, sheer women’s hip huggers.I’d never seen anything so sexy. The confidence he exuded, pulling them on and wearing them. The confidence to turn all of the way around and look directly at my now rock hard dick. The tip of his was peeking out of the top of the underwear. It was a sight to see.I had no clue what to do. My eyes glued themselves to his huge bulge, busting out of the panties. He stood there in front of me wearing only those, and a smug, sexy smirk.I don’t know what took over me. To this day I don’t remember making the conscious decision. I just impulsively, almost involuntarily, started jerking off in front of this gay guy I was rooming with.He wasn’t expecting it at all. I heard his breath hitch. His striking emerald eyes watched what my hand was doing in awe, like he was trying to process if it was really happening.I suddenly felt self conscious. He was hard too, but he didn’t make a move. He just watched me. I had no clue what to do. I wanted to run my hands over the lacy material that was hugging his smooth butt.“Bend over, Harry” I said boldly. His breath hitched again, and he looked at me with wide, now innocent looking eyes. He bit his pink, plump lip as he hesitated for just a moment.In the next few seconds, I watched him decide to do as I said. He looked me up and down again with a hint of a shy smile, then turned around, bent over in an ‘L’ shape, and put his hands on the twin bed next to the window.I looked at how the material hugged the bottom of his cheeks, mesmerized by how his balls tugged the material down towards the front, I started to stroke faster.He looked over his shoulder to watch me curiously, nervously. He arched his back in the most sensual, elegant way, and threw his long, dark hair over his shoulders, running his fingers through it, so it spilled down his back.“Can I touch you?” I heard myself ask, so softly I wasn’t positive I said it. He made eye contact with me over his shoulder and bit his lip again, then nodded vehemently.“Anywhere” he replied simply, but his voice broke with lust. He giggled at how turned on he was, and impulsively rutted his hips into the mattress, grinding his dick into it.I felt my hand reach out and slide itself across the lacy, black material, gently. A moan escaped my lips without my permission, causing Harry to hump the bed harder.I slapped his ass playfully lightly, and I’m not sure what possessed me, but I grabbed a light hold on each ass-cheek and gently pushed them apart with my thumbs, exposing his hole to myself, which I could see through the sheer panties only slightly.Confused by how turned on I was, I let go of his bum completely. I started stroking my dick again, and I ran my fingers through his soft, dark curls. He inhaled sharply when I pulled his head back gently by them.“Stand back up” I said in a gentle, soft voice. He complied immediately. When he stood, he towered over me. I had no clue what to do. I had no clue what move to make. He kept looking at my lips and I kept looking a his, but I didn’t dare kiss him.“Can I touch?” He asked me cautiously. His voice was soft and submissive and the request was music to my fucking ears. I wanted to watch him get off desperately.“Yes” I replied simply. I started stroking faster, watching him as he reached into the panties, pulled them down, off of his huge, uncut, leaking dick, and started mirroring my movements.He chewed sexily on his lip as we watched each other jerk off. He had this insane lustful intensity in his eyes. He was as surprised to be what we were doing, as I was.“Oh, fuck” I mumbled. It started to feel really good. I let my eyes explore his body shamelessly. He looked nervous, I’m sure I did too. He had a question on the tip of his tongue. He wouldn’t let himself ask it, until he did.“Would you…um…” he started to ask nervously. He shook his head, deciding better of it. It frustrated me endlessly. I wanted to know what he wanted to know.“Would I…?” I asked, prompting him to finish his question. My voice may not have sounded particularly nice, but only because I was getting close. He flushed immediately, while continuing what he was doing.“Um…was just gonna ask…if uh…if you’d freak out…if I kissed you?” He forced himself to ask, then braced himself for rejection. I was taken aback. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that he’d want that from me.I made sure to soften my features. I didn’t know what to say, so I shook my head ‘no’ and I bit my lip. I suddenly felt incredibly shy. I’d felt dominant before. Confident. Now I felt as though I’d handed him control of the situation, and I was at his mercy.He breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled a little, then took a confident step towards me. I shifted my weight off my right hip, to my left, and took a step forward, too.He closed the final step between us, and he tilted his chin down, and to the side slightly. I was staring at his lips as I inched closer to my climax. He put his hand on my cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. Right as I closed my eyes in anticipation of him pressing his lips to mine, we both jumped back, alarmed by a loud, rapid *knock, knock, knock* on the window.“Harry?! Louis?!” Liam yelled, his hands were cupped so he could see into the room. I froze completely, while Harry seemed to do the opposite. He stood up straight and stiffened. “Oh! Oh shit! Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Liam added, turning around outside the window, visibly embarrassed after his intrusion. He clearly assumed whatever was on the other side of the window was innocent.Harry’s face was so red it was almost purple. He looked PISSED as he hurriedly bent down and slipped his swim trunks back on over the panties, shielding my body from the window, with his own. I had been so close to kissing him, so close to finishing, it was painful to stop. I forced myself to move quicker, mimicking Harry’s motions, and hurriedly sliding my trunks back on. I’m sure I looked pissed, too.When I dared to look up, and out the window again, I was surprised to see that Liam was starting to walk away, but when he turned, I saw Zayn, who had clearly witnessed the whole thing as well.He also looked absolutely heated, while Liam had a more embarrassed expression. Harry sighed deeply. He looked almost sad for a moment, before he ripped the accordion blinds all of the way down, locking both of their gazes out of the room.“Shit. Oh…shit. That’s so fucking awkward” I whined. Harry’s expression shifted to concern. He thought I was going to freak out. Granted I was, but not for the reasons he thought. I didn’t care that they’d seen. I didn’t care if they knew. I was freaked out about how much I liked it. How natural it all felt and how disappointed I was that we were interrupted.“Oh my god...are you okay? I’m…sorry. That…sucks…fuck…” he said. He seemed upset. Almost scared. I had no clue why. I laughed a little, to try to tell him I wasn’t going to call him a faggot and make up some terrible lie about him manipulating me into doing that. His brow furrowed when I chuckled awkwardly. He suddenly looked almost angry. “He’s gonna kill me…” he muttered to himself.I was totally confused. Who was going to kill him? Me? Liam? Zayn? Niall? I didn’t understand. I still had kissing him in my mind, if I’m being honest. I was desperately hoping he’d pull me close after we’d gotten dressed and said something sexy like ‘to be continued…’ or anything at all. He didn’t though. He pulled his trunks back off, and slipped his sweats on, keeping the panties.“I’m…fine. I don’t…I’m…I don’t know…” I stuttered, trying to convey how I was feeling and getting frustrated and flustered by his apparently angered reaction to the situation. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting to see if I was going to expand. I didn’t. I didn’t know what to say. I was really very disappointed to have not gotten to kiss him, or finish jerking off.“I hear you. I um…we’ll talk later, yeah? Let’s go find out what they wanted?” He asked, but the way he asked was more of a statement, telling me that was what was going to happen regardless of what I thought about it. I pulled on my own sweats hurriedly, and as I pulled my hoodie on over my shirtless body, I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach when I heard the bedroom door close.I was nearly devastated, when I pulled my face through the opening of the sweatshirt, and noticed I was now alone in the room. I was left there alone, confused, embarrassed, and wildly fucking horny. I didn’t have time to finish, so I blue-balled myself for the second time in two hours, before heading out to find everyone else.❧When I got outside, I could hear everyone talking quietly in the back. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Liam, Niall and Shawn were on the back deck. Niall and Shawn were getting ready to grill some more food for dinner. Liam was starting to get the fire going. It was approaching dusk and the mosquitoes were on their way out.I busied myself by lighting citronella candles, hoping to find out what they all knew. They all fell just about silent. Liam looked like he was put off. Not angry exactly, he sent me an apologetic, weak smile. Niall and Shawn looked at me like I was a stranger in the house. I didn’t see Zayn anywhere.“Nailler. Walk with me?” I asked a little nervously. He jumped up. He seemed to give me an apologetic look as well, and gave Shawn a kiss on the cheek. He glanced at Liam sympathetically. Liam just rolled his eyes. I lead Niall through the house out the front door, hoping we wouldn’t run into anyone on the sidewalk out front.“What happened Lou?! What’s going on? I’m so confused…” Niall asked when we started walking down empty the beach town road. I sighed in exasperation. I had no clue what happened. I was hoping he could tell me.“What do you know?” I decided to ask, not knowing how much Harry would want revealed. Niall gave me a bit of a knowing smirk, but then smoothed his expression into a more cool, calm, collected one.“That Liam and Z accidentally saw you two…in a…compromising position…?” He asked hesitantly.“Guess that about sums it up…” I replied nervously. “Harry. He seemed…almost…angry?” I said like a question. I’m not sure what I was even trying to ask.“Oh, um. Well…I don’t really know anything about that. Except…Zayn said he was probably going to take off tonight. He and Liam got into it. Over…over Harry…” Niall told me, still clearly desperate for details.I don’t know why, but it felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Liam and Zayn were fighting over Harry. I thought they were all over each other earlier that day. Hadn’t Zayn totally ditched Harry for Liam, like the second they got there? What was I missing?“I don’t really understand. Thought they were pretty taken with each other. I feel bad…I didn’t know anything was still going…on there?” I asked. I really wasn’t trying to gossip, but now I was undoubtedly involved. Niall sighed deeply. He desperately wanted to ask me if they really saw what they thought they saw, but didn’t know how to.“Zayn is Liam’s ex. They dated for a few months before splitting, pretty amicably, I think. Harry knew that. He also knew Liam would be here. That’s why we were all caught off guard to see him. Zayn only came out for drinks with all of us once. I think it was when you had COVID. He’s chill, don’t get me wrong, but Liam was definitely not expecting to see him…” Niall explained. I was listening intently.“Liam wasn’t thrilled, because there seemed to be something…romantic…at the very least….sexual…between Zayn and Harry when they got here yesterday. Zayn explained it to Liam as a ‘friends with benefits’ sort of thing. He told Liam that Harry definitely wouldn’t be devastated if the two of them reconnected, that it was nothing serious. So…they kinda reconnected last night…”“Zayn didn’t hesitate dropping Harry. I think Harry thought Zayn used him to get here. He was happy you offered to share the room, but he and Zayn got in an argument last night. I dunno any details, but it seemed to have put a wedge in whatever Liam and Zayn had brewing. They’ve been tense all morning together. Nothing like yesterday…”“So, it seems likely that Zayn told Liam they had to cool it. That he didn’t realize Harry had any actual feelings for him, and he didn’t want to be a dick. I think he also really likes Harry, but didn’t think Harry wanted anything serious. Again, I’m not sure of any of this. It’s just what I’ve managed to put together with Shawn. That’s really all I know…”“Harry and Z are taking a walk on the beach. Zayn looked pissed. Harry looked…sorry? I’m really not sure at all. Liam only said he thought that Zayn seeing what…he saw…hurt him. After he told him he was basically going to try to get Harry back…” He said, scratching the back of his neck anxiously. “So…your turn. What the fuck? Spill…” Niall said seriously. I decided if I was going to tell anyone, it’d be him.I sighed deeply. I had no clue what a mess I was getting involved in. I didn’t tend to pay too much attention to who these guys are fucking. Aside from Niall and Shawn, they all seemed to have a new man every week or so.“I…don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on, Ni. We’ve been…flirting?…maybe…just a bit. I dunno if you could even call it that. I’m…lonely. I’m fucking heartbroken over Penny. He…he’s…hot. I’ve never really thought about guys at all. There’s something about him. He’s…well, you know…” I tried to explain. Niall chuckled and nodded while shrugging. He did know, indeed.“We havent talked at all. We caught each other stealing some glances. There’s been some light…sexual tension, I guess. What you saw on the beach earlier…was basically what it looked like. He fell. I went to help him up. He pulled me down with him. I kinda sat on his lap. I felt his….excitement. He was embarrassed. I didn’t want him to be. So, I…entertained the idea for a few moments…”“I dunno, Ni. I’m really confused. He’s…confusing. He’s hot and androgynous and mysterious. He did something….incredibly sexy when we were getting changed. Everything came so natural after it. We were just jerking off together. He asked if I’d freak out if he kissed me. I shook my head ‘no’ and right when he was about to, Liam started pounding on the window…” I complained.“Harry seemed mad. I was…disappointed, which I wasn’t expecting. Now I feel like an idiot. Of course he’d get off with anyone. I didn’t want to admit it to myself before he asked if he could kiss me…but I think I like him…like him like *that*. I don’t know. Kinda just wanna go home. I have a feeling things are going to get…awkward…” I added. Niall looked at me sympathetically.It was getting dark and he said we should start walking back. I was admittedly a little glad. I was trying to contain my excitement, going back to see Harry again. I had no clue what to expect, but I just wanted to look at him, honestly.“Wow. That’s…pretty crazy. Cute. But…I didn’t see it coming” Niall chuckled. I gave him a look that said I needed something more helpful than that. “So. You like Harry. Or you think you do, at least. Liam likes Zayn. Zayn likes Harry. Think Harry likes…everyone…” He said, chuckling awkwardly. I couldn’t explain why it hurt to hear, but it did. Niall seemed to notice.“Well, when we get back, you can talk to him. Tell him that he makes you…curious. Tell him you were disappointed that you were interrupted, and want to finish what you started, if he’s down. About all you can do, really, yeah?” He advised. I considered it for a moment, and realized he was probably right. I couldn’t keep the ball in his court. He thought I was straight. He wouldn’t push me, I thought.“Alright. I think I can do that. He didn’t exactly seem…disgusted by me, at least” I replied. Niall smiled.“Just…also look out for yourself, alright? He was…pretty hurt by Zayn ditching him. He doesn’t let that stuff show too well. He tends to get even, instead of mad. I’m sure he’s not disgusted by you. Couldn’t keep his eyes off ya yesterday. He’s a nice guy, but he can be a bit…impulsive. Just talk to him. He’s surprisingly easy to open up to” Niall responded, giving me a gentle nudge on the arm.The walk back took about a half hour. When we went around the back to see what everyone was up to, I was surprised that I still didn’t see Harry or Zayn. Liam looked…forlorn. Shawn looked…worried? Niall was trying to ask him where they were with his eyes, and Shawn motioned inside. I’d figured that was probably a wrap on Harry and I.My heart sank. I knew what was up already. Harry wasn’t interested in me. I showed some interest, and he entertained me because he was feeling scorned and it’d be fun to fool around with the straight guy. Classic. I put my defenses up immediately. Niall gave me an apologetic look when he realized we all likely knew what was going on.And we were right. About 10 minutes later, Zayn and Harry came out of the beach house onto the back deck. They sat across from Liam and I on the patio furniture. It was…fucking awkward. Zayn sat on Harry’s lap possessively, running his fingers through his hair and kissing his cheek. Harry didn’t look at me for an abnormal amount of time.I felt Liam get more tense next to me. I felt bad for him. This guy brought his ex out of the woodwork. They reconnected. It sounded like Harry had a fit about the two of them yesterday, which made Zayn want to cool it with Liam. Harry dropped me like a hot potato, the second he realized Zayn wanted him again. I was back to being lonely and mending my own heartache.“Anyone want anymore hamburgers or hotdogs before I put ‘em away?” Liam asked, trying to sound casual, but there was bite in his voice for sure. Zayn looked at Liam apologetically and Liam looked away immediately. Harry’s eyes caught mine for the first time since we parted ways earlier. He looked at me cautiously. I sent him fucking daggers.He didn’t owe me anything. I knew that. I knew he was back with the guy he’d come there with. He could have…talked to me. Regardless of what was going on between us, it was clear that we were both interested in some capacity. I was really hurt that he didn’t seem to care about my feelings at all. He ignored me the way Liam ignored Zayn that night, which made my blood boil.“Lou? Any more food?” Liam asked me directly. I wasn’t hungry at all. My stomach hurt. I now had these confusing homosexual thoughts, and the guy I was set on exploring them with, was clearly disinterested in even discussing what happened. I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.“Nah. I’m off to bed. I gotta get out of here early in the morning” I replied coldly. It was hardly 9:30 and it was still vacation. Everyone became even more tense suddenly. Harry looked at me, concerned. I felt my jaw clench. I looked between him and Zayn with anger in my eyes, and then not again. “Night guys. Let me know if you need somewhere to sleep, Li” I added in a harsh, cold tone.I didn’t wait for any responses, I just turned on my heel and walked away. I cracked a beer and chugged it in the kitchen. It went down easy so I chugged another, and brought a third into my room with me. I locked the door behind me and I closed the blinds. I let myself feel what I was desperately trying to push down out there.I felt so rejected. I felt used, like he just wanted to flirt with me to make Zayn jealous. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought, too. I felt foolish for thinking he could actually be interested in me. All of those feelings, combined with the heartache I had already been experiencing, what I’d come here hoping to escape, made my eyes prickle.I didn’t try to fight the tears, comforted by the fact that I was alone. I let myself sob into the uncomfortable, stiff pillow with the rough, off-white pillowcase. The old, shitty fabric stung my slightly sunburned cheeks. I cried and cried for probably an hour. After I’d calmed down a bit, I cracked my third beer, intending to chug it, before I heard a knock on the bedroom door.I was praying it was Liam, telling me he wanted to crash on the twin next to me and that he’d let me be. There was a huge part of me that hoped it was Harry, coming to see if I was okay. To ask me if he’d hurt my feelings. To tell me that wasn’t his intention. I reluctantly got out of the bed, certain my eyes and cheeks were still red and puffy.My heart skipped a beat, when I realized it was indeed Harry. He looked at my eyes immediately and looked concerned. I rolled mine and kicked the door the rest of the way open, turning around and climbing back into my bed.“Sorry to um…sorry to disturb you. Was just gonna…just gonna grab my stuff. Hey, are you okay?” He said nervously, then with some alarm in his voice. I definitely didn’t want him to know I was crying. Certainly not over him. I dug my face into the pillow and grumbled an ‘mhm’. He moved around the room for a few more minutes.“Well um. It was really nice to see you, Lou. Uh…I’m…I uh…hope I see you again soon. I’m…um…sorry. About earlier. With Zayn. He…he gets…jealous. I…wasn’t…sure what was…what was happening. Obviously we were interrupted, but…I wish we weren’t…” He said. His voice was quiet, childlike.“I don’t” I sat up and spit out with bite in my voice. “It’s…fine, Harry. No worries. I don’t care. Have a good rest of your trip, yeah?” I added, trying to come off aloof, but not as harsh as my first sentence came out. I hoped I’d smoothed it over, but also was exhausted from crying and I didn’t particularly care anymore, if he didn’t.“Gotcha. Well. Safe travels…” He replied, his voice now bitter and shrill. I went to sit up to see if his face looked as angry as his voice sounded. By the time I’d peeled my head off the pillow, the bedroom door slammed shut. Hard. Fuck him, I thought. I didn’t do anything wrong. He was the one who messed with my feelings. I got up and locked the door again.I cried myself to sleep that night, and I left for home at 7 the next morning before anyone was awake. I wasn’t exactly heartbroken. I liked Harry. I was excited to explore whatever the fuck that was, but since he was no longer interested, if he ever was, I was fine. Mostly still sad from the breakup and the disappointing vacation.❧It wasn’t until that November that I saw him again. He was with Zayn for a Friendsgiving that Niall insisted we had. I wasn’t going to go. I’d completely sworn Niall to secrecy about our conversation at the beach house. Harry and Zayn were a happy couple again. Liam didn’t end up coming, since he was leaving for a cruise early the next morning.I decided I’d get ahead of any awkwardness that could occur between Harry, Zayn and I, and I brought a date. Her name was Amber. We’d met at the beginning of that semester. She was pretty cool. She was a philosophy major and a total stoner. We dated for a few months, but gradually lost interest in each other over time.That night, though, she absolutely served her purpose. I wasn’t going to look pathetic and alone in front of Harry. I’d have someone of my own to be all over in front of everyone. Something that wasn’t at all lost on him. He was laughing and kissing and flirting with Zayn all night, but every time he caught my eyes, he sent ME daggers.I was admittedly feeling a little petty, so I gave him a slight smug smirk, before turning my attention to Amber, and keeping it on her for the rest of the night. The only other time I saw him alone that evening, it took every ounce of willpower in me, not to push him against the wall, kiss him, and put my hand down his pants.Amber and I were outside, sharing a cigarette. She got cold and headed back in the house a few seconds before I did. She held the door open for Harry, who was pulling a smoke out of his soft pack of camels. When he noticed me standing there, he rolled his eyes. My nostrils flared, and he scoffed. Then, mischief took over his expression, and his lighter fell out of his hand.He had to turn away from me to pick it up, and there, hugging his waist under his jeans, which were falling slightly off of his hips, was the top of a pair of lacy, pink panties. I’m sure he heard me gasp, but I tried to play it off as a scoff. Zayn came outside not a second later, and he lit up a smoke. He looked at me a little smugly, but trying to appear friendly.I scoffed, for real that time, and shoulder checked Harry on my way inside. Mine and Amber’s room was above his and Zayn’s, in Niall’s parent’s house that we had for the occasion. I fucked her. Hard. For a long time. We didn’t spare anyone any of the noises. They never do for me, after all. And Amber, bless her heart, was a fucking screamer.The next morning, as we were all drinking coffee and eating bagels, preparing to leave, Harry was FUMING. I could feel it across the kitchen. Whenever I looked up, he was making the same jealous, angry expression.“You ready to go, babe?” Harry asked Zayn in an overly sweet voice, ignoring me completely.“Yeah. Your poor ass gonna be alright driving the whole way? Or you wanna ride shotgun?” Zayn asked. My head snapped up from my coffee. Harry didn’t bother fighting his smirk.“Might need shotgun, if you’re offering, love. You…didn’t hold back last night” Harry replied, being an insanely obvious smug fucking prick. I wish I could say it hadn’t gotten under my skin, but it did. Everyone in the room could tell. I left in a hurry after that, beyond pissed off.Since then, I’ve seen him a handful of times, never for such a long visit. It’s been nearly 4 years since we graduated. He and Zayn were on and off for another two. Zayn ended up moving to California. They broke up without an attempt at long distance. It didn’t take long for Harry to move on. He had a new guy at every event I’d seen him at after that. Sometimes they were a few times in a row. Mostly just once.Since the Friendsgiving, he and I kinda avoided each other. We weren’t polite or cordial. We were angry and bitter. Neither of us are particularly confrontational, so we mostly stayed out of each other’s way. There were no more sexy, flirty glances, either. It was genuine disdain for each other from then on out, regardless of how absolutely mouth watering he looked every single time.
❧This is the first time we’ve both been single since school, at the same event. It’s been really awkward, because we’re both groomsmen. It’s also been awkward because he and Liam were flirting all night at the rehearsal dinner yesterday. Niall is always tense when he’s around the two of us. He was clearly worried about drama starting today, which was why I offered the truce to Harry earlier.So now here we are, at Niall and Shawn’s wedding. They’re super cute and we’re all pretty confident they’ll stick together. I’m happy for them. Harry and Niall only dated for a short time before realizing they were better off as friends. Since then, they’ve gotten along great. Liam and Niall are still pretty close as well. Liam and I havent been close since the beach house, but we’re friendly when we’re together.“Gonna give that back?” Harry asks with attitude in his voice. I feel my jaw flex as I hand him his cigarette back. I did steal it, after all.“See ya” I say curtly. I look at him, and I decide instead of showing him how angry I am, that I want to show him how hurt I was all those years ago. I soften my expression. I try to mirror his look of disappointment and hurt, but I feel an overwhelming sense of…longing…when I meet his eyes, having let my guard down only slightly, for just a moment. I’m sure it reads all over my face.“Wait- Lou?” Harry asks, his voice firm, but more kind than before. He puts his hand on my arm gently to stop me from walking away. I look at him expectantly, but try to keep my expression soft. My heart starts beating fast and my stomach churns with anxiety.“Yeah?” I ask. He looks vulnerable all of the sudden. Apologetic. His eyes have almost a pleading, but frustrated look to them.“Do you um. Do you want one?” He asks, handing me the pack. I desperately want to stay out here with him, suddenly. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I want to know why he’s offering it. He hasn’t said anything kind to me in years.“Better than going back in there. His Aunt Martha keeps pinching my ass” I say lightly, taking a smoke from him and thanking him. He seems pleased with the sudden change in mood again. I am, too.He smiles at me with his eyes crinkling and his dimples pressing into his cheeks. His nose scrunches in a feeble attempt to cover it up. I’ve seen it plenty of times since that day, but never towards me. It makes my heart skip a beat.“Ho-how have you been…?” He asks hesitantly. He seems to wish he hadn’t, like I’m going to get pissed again. I try my best not to. I want him to be nice to me, too.“Not too bad. Not a lot going on these days. How about you?” I reply as vaguely and neutrally as possible. I’m not giving anything away. Certainly not first.“Same, pretty much…” he replies. He looks like he wants to say something else, but it won’t come out. I raise a curious eyebrow. He flushes, then giggles at himself awkwardly. “I’m sorry. I’m…shit at small talk. I just didn’t um…didn’t want you to go yet, I guess. I…don’t…know what to say…” He says, struggling to get his words out. That makes me smile, too big, perhaps. But I let him see it.“Well, you bought at least this much more of my time, so, you can take a few seconds, if you’d like” I say, pinching my fingers at how much of the cigarette is left and chuckling. It makes him smile, too. He nods in acknowledgment of me subtly telling him he’ll have to keep going.He takes the moment I offered him, and we look at our feet awkwardly, hunched over the steel handicap railing of the ramp to the venue.“I think…I um…didn’t realize it until last night, but um…I think I didn’t realize…that I might have hurt your feelings. Um. At the beach house. I dunno…what you…what you remember. But um. I…remember everything. I think um….I think I might have fucked up that day, and not realized it?” He stammers and stutters.I’m speechless. I have no clue what to say to that. I’m sure the surprise shows on my face. I feel myself turn red, but I’m not entirely sure why. He’s shifting his weight between legs nervously, still leaning over the railing with me, our awkwardness directed at each other, now.“You did. I remember everything too” I reply simply. Honesty is the best policy, and if we’re going to talk about it, might as well not drag it out by dancing around it. He looks a little speechless himself now, albeit somewhat sad, as well. He nods in acceptance, and stands up straight. I stay where I am.“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it…didn’t think it meant anything to you. Looking back, I realize um…how stupid and careless that was. I was um…I was pretty wrapped up in Zayn, fucked as it was. I didn’t think you were…interested…in more than we were doing. So obvious, looking back…” he says, his voice is kind and sincere. I’m shocked.“You WERE interested. Interested enough to make the first move, despite not having experience with guys, knowing I have…plenty. So um, if I’m not mistaken, you were waiting on me to make a move back. And I blew you off when I was just about to, because Zayn saw us” he says. I look at him with suspicion, but some appreciation in my eyes.I can’t really believe he hit the nail on the head like that after all this time. I don’t understand what he thought had happened. I always thought it was pretty clear.“About sums it up. I…was confused. You were so…different. I li-liked you” I hear myself confess. His eyes get really sad. He looks apologetic. “Wasn’t a huge deal. I mean…we jerked off together once. We didn’t even finish” I try to joke. I don’t want to make him feel bad. He chuckles.“Not like you broke my heart or anything. I was…particularly sensitive at the time, I suppose…” I add, not at all sure where I’m going with it, feeling very vulnerable all of the sudden.“I liked you, too. Makes me sad to think you thought I didn’t. Just…didn’t think I actually stood a chance with you. Admittedly didn’t want to lose Zayn over it. Wasn’t personal. He…had his hooks in me deep. I…um…” he seems to make himself spit out, then hesitates. He pulls at his bottom lip pensively.“I um…fuck. Why’s this so hard to say?” He stammers, then laughs at himself. I just give him a patient, encouraging look. I want to hear what he has to say. “I still think about you. All the time. I really did like you. Thought…thought you were straight. Having some fun with me but would pretend you didn’t know me later. I…wish I’d kissed you. Wish I’d kissed you, all this time. Thought you hated me. Thought it was because…”“Thought it was because…what I was afraid of was true. That you got angry and pushed me away because you didn’t wanna face what we’d done. Didn’t…really consider I pushed you away, because I had Zayn in my lap that night” he tells me hurriedly, like he’s going to chicken out if he stops speaking.“When I tried to talk to you that night, the way you said what you said…kinda confirmed that thought for me. Looking back, I kinda see how I could have…gotten that wrong too. That you were hurt…not scared to face what was going on…I’m um. I’m sorry I was so clueless” he adds sheepishly.I’m totally taken off guard by all of this. I thought we were going to tolerate each other this weekend. I didn’t think he’d apologize. Not in a million years. He’s clearly being genuine. I was a dick to him when he came in the room and I was crying. I was hurt. I was the one who rubbed Amber in at Friendsgiving. It snowballed after.“It’s alright. I thought kinda…I kinda thought you’d used me to make Zayn jealous. Once I’d served my purpose, entertaining me would just get in the way of you two. Thought you wanted to make it clear that I was the one who didn’t stand a chance. I…think about you. All of the time. I’m…I forgive you” I hear myself say. I don’t want to fight with him. I’m not mad anymore. It was a long time ago.Instead, I want to finish what we started. I’m desperately hoping he’ll take the lead on that, this time. I forgive him, but I’m hesitant to put myself out there again.He beams a huge, bright smile at me. I stand up straight and smile shyly, trying to make myself clear. He’s in control. He seems like he’s receiving the message. He looks a little surprised, and a lot curious.“So um…would it…would it freak you out completely if…I kissed you right now?” He asks smoothy, confidently. He cups my cheek before I answer, making my skin explode with goosebumps.I shake my head ‘no’ rapidly, and I giggle a little.He looks at my lips, and hurriedly presses his to mine, as if to say ‘I’m doing this before we’re interrupted this time’. It feels…perfect. He’s so soft. So sweet. He smells incredible and he looks beautiful.He pulls away only slightly to look at my reaction. I don’t tone down my elated smile. I feel fireworks and butterflies when he kisses me again, and slips his tongue into my mouth smoothly. We stay here like this for a minute, making out.“Fucking finally. Get in here, love birds. They’re gonna cut the cake” Liam interrupts. I suddenly get nervous. Someone just saw me kiss a guy. It was Liam though. Liam who was flirting with Harry last night. I look up at Harry and feel my face harden slightly. He seems to understand.“Kinda had a little help from a friend last night. He might have…clued me in to how you may have felt that day all those years ago. Lima kinda told me how it may have looked, as a third party perspective. I felt…so stupid. I am. I…want to um. I wanna get to know you, Lou” he says. It makes me cheese so hard it hurts.“Be in there in a sec, Li” I say, turning to Liam. He just rolls his eyes playfully and walks back into the reception hall. “I uh. Ever since Amber and I split, kinda held out some…faint hope that we might…reconcile at some point….” I say a little shyly to Harry. He looks confused and curious.I smirk a little, with mischief in my eyes. I lift up my suit jacket and shirt, and pull the waistband of my pants down only slightly, to reveal the top of my black, lacy thong. I look at his reaction and bite my lip in anticipation. While I was worried our feud would continue, I was always aware I was lying to myself. I was desperate for him to approach me. And at some point I decided I’d be ready when he did.“Prepared in…other ways…too” I add. Making my desires perfectly fucking unmistakably clear. He can’t hide his burning desire.“Holy…shit…” he moans weakly. I giggle a little and pull my jacket down. His mouth is still hanging in a little ‘o’, with a hint of a smile peeking through.“You drive me fucking wild, Harry” I whisper right into his ear, then breathe lightly on his neck. He whimpers softly. “Let’s go get some cake. Then we can go upstairs…?” I offer. He smiles and nods vehemently, leading me back in the reception hall, guiding me by my waist.❧“Get undressed, Louis. Now” Harry demands, as we enter his hotel room at the venue. The reception isn’t over. We need to be quick. Things are winding down, but people will still be here for another hour or so. My cock twitches as he rips off his tie, and unbuttons his shirt sleeves hastily. Woah.“Yes, sir” I tease, as I hurry to do as he says, pulling off my three shirts and unbuttoning my pants.“No. Not sir, Princess. That’s not my name. Wanna take another stab at it?” He asks sexily, grabbing me by my waist and putting his thumbs in the waistband of my slacks. He gently pulls them down and I step out of them. He kisses my neck, licking and nibbling lightly, waiting for me to respond.“Um. Daddy?” I ask hesitantly, breathing extremely heavily. If that’s not the right answer, I’ll die from embarrassment. The weak moan he lets out tells me I’m fine.“Bingo. These…look so fucking incredible on you. Makes daddy so happy…that you wear them just for me…” he says softly into my ear, running his large hands over the lacy material on my ass.“I do, daddy. I put them on when I know I’m going to see you. Hoped you notice me again one day. Broke my heart not to cum with you. Broke my heart when you didn’t kiss me. I…” I stop myself, realizing the glass of wine I had went right to my head, and I’m giving a lot away.“You what, Princess? Go on. Say it. I can take it…” he whispers. His face is a little concerned. He thinks I’m going to say something mean. He’s bracing himself for it.“I…missed you” I say, looking down, feeling incredibly shy all the sudden. “Sounds cringe to say out loud. I know I hardly know you. Just…really, really…want to” I add, probably making it worse instead of better.He pulls away and looks at me with astonishment in his eyes. He looks sad again. I don’t want him to look sad. I wanted him to smile.“Oh, Louis. I never for a second meant to hurt your feelings. It doesn’t sound cringe. I…missed you too. You um…you’d seemed so dominant the first time. Figured if you wanted to, you’d make another move. Hoped you would. I…I find it hard to believe when ‘straight’ guys are into me. Talk myself out of believing they’re interested in me…” he tells me sincerely.I can’t really believe that was his response to that, but it makes me happy to hear.“Oh. Um. I…can be pretty dominant. I uh. I just…I’m at a disadvantage here. Still haven’t um…no one…else” I decide to explain why I’m suddenly a puddle of goo at his mercy. He looks overly pleased. I roll my eyes playfully.“No one? Figured you’d have at least fucked someone. If only to figure out if you actually liked it…” he asks. I haven’t. Not any guys. A few random girls here and there but nothing serious since Amber.“No one. No guys. I um. I only like you, Harry. Dunno what it means. If I’m gay or straight or bi. Don’t really care. Just…want you…” I say with complete honesty. It makes him smile from ear to ear. He presses his lips to mine again, then picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and we start making out passionately.I’m only in the panties now, he still has his pants on. I’m rock hard and my cock is throbbing. I grind it into his stomach. He lets my body slide down his only slightly, so my ass drags forcefully down his long, hard shaft.He throws me onto the bed playfully. I put my arms over my head, stretching out across the bed, feeling sexy and vulnerable in the underwear. He can’t take his eyes off my body as he takes the rest of his clothes off. He looks absolutely radiant, as he looks into my eyes and starts stroking himself.“Slide those off, gorgeous. I wanna see all of you” he commands gently. I do as he says eagerly. I toss the panties to the foot of the bed and I sprawl out again. Harry picks up the panties, and I almost cum on the spot, when he presses them to his nose and inhales deeply, letting a soft moan slip by.“That’s a good girl. You know what daddy’s been craving, hmm?” He says sexily, crawling on top of me and licking a long, fat stripe up my neck. He starts trailing soft kisses down my jaw to my collar bones. I ponder why being called ‘good girl’ made my insides swirl with delight, while he lowers himself to my torso, planting more soft kisses and licks down my tummy, lingering at my hip bones.I buck my hips up frustratedly, and my cock hits the center of his chest, leaving a small drop of precum on his sternum. He looks at me with all of the lust in the world, then scoops the drop up with his finger and licks it, making me buck my hips up again.“Patience, Princess. Do you want me to suck your big cock?” He says, then asks in a sexy voice. I nod vehemently.“Yes daddy. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be such a good girl for you. Please” I hear myself beg. His face lights up even more than it was. I feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing I did good. I’m suddenly desperate to please him.He trails torturous kisses all the way down my throbbing shaft, then takes me all of the way into his mouth at once, earning an involuntary whimper that escapes my lips.“Fuck! Oh, fuck, daddy. You’re good at that” I moan. He looks at me with confidence and humor in his eyes as his head bobs up and down in my lap. “Woah. Close, daddy” I say, grabbing a fistful of curls and pulling him off of me gently. I want to do the same thing to him so bad. I’ve thought about it for years.“My turn daddy? Sorry if I’m not good at it. I wanna try. I’m a quick study. Been thinking about it since that day, you know…” I say in an innocent, but teasing voice.His face is full of surprise and wonder. He looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the whole world. Then suddenly, his expression hardens. I almost worry I’ve done something wrong, but then he stands up and strokes himself, seemingly impulsively.“Mmm such a good girl, Princess. Sit up. Suck daddy’s dick” he says, his voice breaking with raging desire. “Go slow. Don’t choke now” he continues in a sexy, teasing voice. I’m so excited to do as he says, I sit up on the bed eagerly and he lays down next to me. I kiss his hip bones, nibbling and licking a little. He lets out a weak moan.I grab a gentle hold of his long, veiny shaft. He looks so fucking sexy from here, his eyes dripping with anticipation. I lick softly and slowly, from base to tip, before I take as much of him into my mouth as will fit before I gag. I don’t push myself. I get used to the new, amazing activity. He doesn’t seem to mind me practicing on him.“Oh fuck yeah, baby. Feels so good. Good fucking boy. Get up here” he moans, then growls, pulling me off of him roughly. I crawl up to his face and straddle him while I lean down to kiss him. We make out feverishly, allowing our hands to roam everywhere. “On your stomach, baby” he whispers. I do as he says.“Oh, that’s perfect angel. Do you know what I’ve thought about every single day since it happened?” He asks in my ear softly. I shake my head no, then press my leaking dick into the mattress, now desperate for friction. “Thought about you telling me to bend over in my pretty panties, stealing yourself a little peek between my cheeks…” he purrs.My breath hitches at the admission. He’s thought about it every day? So the fuck have I. He kisses down my spine. When he gets to the top of my crack, he spreads my cheeks open with both of his palms. When I look back at him, he’s jerking off, staring at my hole, making me let out a guttural moan.“Oh! Oh fuck. Fuck, Harry. That feels so good. Mmm” I whimper as his warm, wet tongue gently circles my rim a few times, then plunges all of the way inside of me. I writhe underneath him while he eats me out, making inhuman noises. He moans at my reaction, making me tense up and pull away. “Fuck, I’m close. My god” I breathe after a minute. He giggles a little.“You’re so sexy, baby. This is so long overdue. You taste incredible…” he whispers softly in my ear. “Roll back over, gorgeous” he commands gently. I do as he says, and once I’m lying flat on my back with our cocks pressed flush against each other, I gaze into his big, deep, emerald eyes. He’s absolutely stunning.“Wanted this for so long, daddy. Want you to fuck me, but since I stole that peek, daddy, I’ve been dying to taste you, too…” I say a little shyly. He looks a little perplexed, but not in a negative way. “Was hoping maybe…before you open me up…you’d maybe…sit on my face? Please, daddy, just a little taste?” I ask overly innocently.He was definitely not expecting the request. He’s looking to see how serious I am. I’m so fucking serious, my mouth is watering at the thought. He smiles at me with an adoring, but wondrous look in his eyes.“Is that what you really want, princess?” He asks me seriously. I’m nodding vigorously before he finishes the question. He smiles smitten crinkles and dimples at me, which makes me beam from ear to ear. I cup his ass in both of my hands, and pull him towards my face. He doesn’t put up a fight, but he seems nervous. He has a shy look in his eyes.“Get on your stomach, daddy. Let me lick you, please? I’ll be so fucking good. You can do anything you want to me. I just want to see your pretty hole again. I’m desperate to taste it this time. Pretty please” I start begging. He giggles, and rolls his eyes playfully.I climb off of him, and he gets in the position I was just in, on the bed. I’m really excited he’s letting me do this. I don’t waste any time pulling his cheeks apart gently. He presses his face into the mattress while I take a look at what I was so close, but so far from, last time.I tease his rim by rubbing light circles with my thumb as I plant little kisses on his back dimples. He grips the sheets and groans lustily when I drag my tongue from the top of his crack, down past his hole, and then up again to tease his rim some more. I pause where I am for a moment and inhale through my nose. He looks back at me in lusty disbelief.“Fuck, Lou. Wished you’d done this that day. I was totally at your mercy. I loved that you looked…” He moans. I press my tongue inside of him and start poking in and out rapidly, but gently.“Alright, Princess. Back on your back” he says, pushing his dick into the bed, laughing at himself. He climbs back on top of me and lubes up his fingers. “You like it? Hmm? You like sucking dick, baby? You like eating ass? You ready to get this tight little virgin hole fucked thoroughly?” He growls through gritted teeth while I nod violently.“Yes daddy. I love it all. Please show me what I’ve been missing. You taste fucking prefect” I reply, looking into his eyes innocently, and sucking the thumb that was just pressed against his hole. He licks it after me, while he gently slides a finger between my legs. I gasp at the sensation once it’s all of the way inside of me.“Mhmm such a good girl. Saved yourself for daddy, didn’t you? Wanted me to be the first to wreck this perfect, pink hole? You can’t know how happy that makes me, Princess…” he coos as he gently starts thrusting his finger in and out. It feels incredible and I’m absolutely squirming under him.“Mmm. Oooh! Oh, fuck, daddy. Oh…” I pant and moan as he crooks the two fingers he has all of the way inside me, hitting my prostate and sending me through the roof. He lets me adjust around his fingers as he rips a condom wrapper open with his teeth. He’s oozing sex appeal. “Want you. Please. Fuck, I want your cock. Please…” I beg unashamedly.He looks into my eyes as he lines himself up. I’m suddenly really nervous, despite having been pretty relaxed until this point. He kisses me softly, slowly, sweetly.“Are you ready?” He asks in the kindest voice I’ve ever heard. I just nod and lean up to kiss him again as he slides in almost halfway. It hurts a bit, but not as bad as I expected. He gives me a moment to adjust, then starts gently pulling out and pushing back in just a little further each time.By the time he’s all the way inside me, I am definitely in some pain as I feel myself flex around him, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure that I can tell is right around the corner. I dig my nails into his back and scratch lightly.“Okay. You can move. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, please” I whine. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and inhales deeply as he starts slow, steady thrusts. It feels amazing. “Oh fuck, yeah. Mmm” I hear myself moan between whimpering noises.“Yeah? You like it baby?” He asks, his breath is heavy and he’s starting to sweat a little. His curls are sticking to his cheeks. I push a strand behind his ear without hesitation this time. “Mmm yeah you do. You like daddy’s huge cock in your ass? Hmm? Such a good girl…” he continues in a strained, but sexy voice.“Oh, I love it. Harder, daddy. Faster, please. I love it” I reply with my voice higher pitched than I’ve ever heard it. He bites his lip and picks up his pace, letting out a long, lustful moan.“Mmm good boy, baby. Such a dirty little slut, hmm? Oh, fuck. Gonna need you to cum soon Princess” he growls, his voice is hoarse with raw desire.“Yes. I’m such a dirty slut for you, daddy. I’m gonna. I’m so close. God, I fucking love your cock so much” I whimper. “Gonna cum. Don’t stop daddy. So fucking good” I whine. He leans down and kisses me, then watches my face through my entire orgasm. It’s the best one I’ve ever had in my life. I want to do this every day for the rest of forever.“God, you’re sexy. Gonna fill you up baby” he says before he lets out a series of loud, indulgent, untamed moans.He collapses next to me and I watch his chest rise and fall as we catch our breath. When he looks over at me and meets my gaze, he looks worried for a moment. Like he’s worried I’m gonna freak out. I smile warmly to let him know I’m not. He visibly appreciates it.“That was so good. We gotta go back down in a minute, but was wondering if you wanna stay in here with me tonight?” He asks a little shyly. I sit up and stretch.“If you want…” I reply, smiling bashfully. He smirks and stands up, picking up the panties on the edge of the bed.“So pretty. Can I wear them, daddy?” He asks overly excitedly. My dick twitches, visible to both of us as I still lay sprawled out on the bed. “Is that a yes?” He asks teasingly.“You absolutely can, Princess. Give daddy your boxers and get dressed” I reply, getting up to pull myself together as well. “I kinda can’t wait to show you off” I add. His face lights all of the way up. He looks so genuinely happy it warms my heart.“Really? You’d want…” he goes to ask, but trips up on his words. I quirk an eyebrow, actually curious about what he was going to say. “You’d want um…people to know? To um…to think we’re together?” He asks timidly. For some reason, it pulls my heart strings.I cup his face in both of my hands and I kiss him sweetly, only slightly devastated that we had to get dressed, and I can’t see his magnificent body anymore.“How’s this…?” I ask with a mischievous smirk. “I want them all to KNOW we’re together. I want you to…I want you to be mine. And I want to make that official before you get snatched up again…” I say. His radiant smile almost blinds me. “Don’t think um…don’t think my heart could take it this time” I add, a little pathetically. His smile falls only slightly, then he takes my hand and laces his fingers between mine.“Let’s go show them then. I want them all to know you’re mine. Niall is going to be thrilled. He’s been encouraging me to shoot my shot with you for the last year or two. I’ve just been too nervous to approach you…” he says excitedly.I’m so excited. I feel the need to tell him that Niall knew how I felt.“Yeah. He’s gonna be thrilled for sure” I tell him, looking up into his beautiful emerald eyes. “That day. Um. At the beach house…he and I went for a walk on the beach. I told him how I was a feeling. That I was confused. That I….that I liked you. That we’d been flirting a bit and I was disappointed we were interrupted. He uh…kinda hyped me up to come back and shoot my shot…” I tell him, trying to keep my voice light, but probably sounding more sad than I wanted to. “Swore him to secrecy when that…didn’t work out. Must have been frustrating for him to watch” I add, trying to make it sound more like I was sad for the position Niall was in all these years since.He looks sad. His eyes swim with memories. Probably of that day, and the Friendsgiving after. I try to brush it off, but when I glance back into his eyes, they’re now swimming with tears. I’m not sure what to do. I’m not good with people who are upset. I’m so bad at consoling them.“Hey. You okay? I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you?” I ask worriedly. He shakes his head ‘no’ he looks embarrassed.“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just…feel awful. That’s why you were crying that night, wasn’t it? Because I just…dropped you. It just sucks. I had the slightest feeling it may have been, but when I tried to talk to you, you were…pretty convincing. That you didn’t care. Kinda…kinda let that hurt my feelings. By misunderstanding. I’m not sure what I’d have done if I’d have realized…” he tells me as a few tears spill over and he wipes at his eyes roughly.“Shh, now” I soothe, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “All in the past, now. I got upset that night, yeah. It was because of you and Zayn, yeah. I was also petty. I could have expressed myself, could have told you what was wrong. It does suck, that it was such a miscommunication. Maybe it was for the best? Maybe we weren’t mature enough at the time to handle each other, and we wouldn’t have lasted long even if we did get to finish what we’d started…”“I’m sorry, too, Haz. I am. I didn’t have to be so bitter. Didn’t have to rub it in that I had someone for Friendsgiving. Definitely didn’t have to be so…loud. Just..i just wanted your attention. I went about it horribly. It’s not all on you, okay?” I say seriously. He wipes at another tear, but nods as he takes what I’m saying into consideration.“You’re right, Lou. All in the past. I thought you were being loud with her that night to make a point. Now, it’s clear. You were trying to make me jealous, get a reaction out of me. I thought you were trying to be clear that you…liked women” He says with a lump in his throat. “I like that, though. Something to it, maybe. That it was the wrong time and wrong place. We weren’t mature enough to realize it. I’m really happy that we figured it out.” He adds, before he kisses me again.He pulls away a little hurriedly and grabs a tissue off of the end table. I can’t believe the turn that today took. Last night, I was standing in the same dinner hall that Harry and I are about to head back to, in a different pair of panties, but with the same hoe as always.I’d offered Harry an olive branch, for Niall’s sanity, so he didn’t have to worry we’d be tense or awkward together. I’d never have believed you if you told me we’d finally go all the way, before the wedding was over.I’m beyond excited to go downstairs to my best friend’s wedding, hand-in-hand, with the guy I’ve despised, while simultaneously pining over, for the last 5 years. I’m glad I finally expressed what had bothered me back then, and I’m grateful for the assist from Liam. People grow up and they change.We head back down to the wedding, linking arms. Harry is wearing my panties, and I’m having a little difficulty walking. Neither of us can stop smiling, walking back into the crowded ballroom, as a couple, going in the side door for wedding party members, rather than the one at the back of the venue for guests.As we walk across the dance floor together, trying not to call attention to ourselves, something whizzes by my head and I instinctively reach out to grab it, before it hits Harry. He looks at me, bewildered, but elated, that I’m holding the bouquet Niall just threw over his shoulder.