“What?” Louis asked, checking if he’d heard correctly.
“I didn’t get in.” Harry repeated, with no expression on his face whatsoever.
“Oh my God.” Louis whispered and placed a hand over his mouth, tears already pooling in his eyes because this was it. He’d leave for University in London next week, alone. And there was no way his parents wouldn’t find out about it eventually.
He started crying at the thought of leaving Harry behind in Doncaster, wrapping his arms around his torso and burying his face in Harry’s chest.
“See? This is why you shouldn’t be optimistic all the time. You get your hopes up and you end up disappointed if things don’t work out.”
“What?” Louis asked, confused and looked up at Harry with glassy eyes.
“I got in.”
“WHAT? Give me it!” Louis yelled, sniffing, before he took a step back from Harry and snatched the letter from his hand.
He read over the first lines out loud, to make sure he read correctly.
“Dear Mr. Styles, we are pleased to inform you that- YOU FUCKING IDIOT! You think this is a joke?” Louis screamed and pushed at Harry’s chest, almost knocking him over. “I almost had a heart attack and you wanted to teach me a lesson?”
“Let’s not forget what you did to me on April fools.” Harry said, but Louis interrupted him once again with a shove at his chest.
“Are you seriously trying to fight me?”
“Do not laugh at me! I was so scared!”
“Because you care about me.” Harry teased and Louis’ eyes softened, before he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at Harry for pulling such a thing on him.
“It doesn’t matter! I’m so mad and-“ Louis continued, reaching his hand out to push him again but Harry caught his wrists in his hands and pulled him into his chest.
“But we’re going to London together.” He said softly as he smiled down at Louis.
Louis bit his lip and Harry cupped his face, before Louis stood up on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, kissing him.
“We’re going to London together.” Louis repeated into his mouth and Harry nodded, pressing their lips together once again.
“We are, baby.”
They couldn’t even kiss properly because their smiles were too big on their faces, and Louis had never been happier.
Harry pulled Louis into his chest by his hips, their tongues finding each other with ease. Louis played with the hair at the back of Harry’s neck and Harry was about to lift him off the ground when they heard someone cough next to them.
“Oh. Hello, Ms. Cox.” Louis said, blushing and pulled away from Harry.
“I already told you to call me Anne. I was just leaving for work. Nice to see you again. Is that the letter from University?”
“Yes.” Harry answered. “I got in.”
“Oh my goodness! That is amazing! I get off at five today, so we can go out and celebrate! I can buy a cake! I can bake a cake!” she exclaimed and clapped her hands.
“Bye, mom.” Harry said, embarrassed when she kissed his cheek. Louis smiled brightly at the both of them, which only made Harry blush even more than he already was.
“Goodbye, Anne.” Louis smiled before she waved at him and walked away to her car. They waited for her to drive away before they entered the house.
“So what’s up with you and my mom?” Harry questioned as soon as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
“We’re just friends, Harold.” Louis answered jokingly, sitting down on the couch with a leg under himself.
Harry rolled his eyes.
“You want some ice cream?”
“You have ice cream here?” Louis asked surprised, teasing.
“Yeah. Went grocery shopping last week.”
“You went grocery shopping? How domestic of you.”
Harry nodded and rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large tub of ice cream from the fridge, and then two spoons out of the drawer. He made his way back to Louis and sat down next to him on the couch, handing him one of the spoons.
“So you and your mom are doing well financially, I see.” Louis smiled and dug his spoon into the tub.
“Yeah. Since we sold the house. Thanks for that again, by the way.”
Louis blew him a quick kiss before stuffing his mouth with strawberry ice cream. It was cold on his tongue and his brain froze for a couple of seconds.
“Don’t you have chocolate chip flavor?”
“Do I look like an ice cream factory?” Harry asked sarcastically and Louis nudged him with his elbow. He secretly loved it when Harry teased him and they’d start a play fight (which would usually end up with sex).
They finished the tub twenty minutes later and didn’t even bother to go upstairs to take a nap. Harry shuffled downwards so he was lying flat on the couch, head resting against the armrest. Louis cuddled up to him, laying his head on Harry’s chest and closing his eyes. They fell asleep with full tummies and smiles on their faces.
Anne woke them up when she came home a few hours later, baring a cake and a big smile on her lips. Louis felt like he could explode from so much sweets in a span of five hours, but he managed to eat the cake anyway, because it was for Harry (and which sane person would turn down chocolate cake anyway?).
“Hey… so, um.” He said two hours later, when he had to leave to go home. Harry was smiling down at him from the doorframe, waiting for him to continue.
“My parents are probably going to take away my phone and force me to focus on packing this week. So if I don’t text you until Friday, come by my house at nine on Saturday, because that’s when we leave.”
“Do you have a car?”
“I got the Lambo.”
“I don’t think all of our boxes will fit in the Lamborghini, Louis.”
“Yeah, but I can arrange for a moving van to follow us to London. ”
“That’d be great.” Harry smiled. “I have to find a transport company for my motorcycle, then.”
“Yep. So the moving van will be at your house early on Saturday, and then you can come by my place and we can leave.”
“Do your parents know you’re going to King’s and not to Oxford?”
Louis gulped. Of course they didn’t know. They’d probably kill him when they’d found out anyway.
“No. And they won’t know until Saturday. Actually, if they don’t see the package I’m going to get, then I’m good.”
“Okay then. See you on Saturday, I guess.” Harry smiled and leaned down to kiss him.
Louis kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away and turning around. He was not ready to face his parents yet.
As expected, once he got home he was met by several screams and wild hand gestures.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT STUNT YOU PULLED AT GRADUATION?” his dad yelled, coming towards him and gripping into his hand.
“It wasn’t a stunt father, it’s who I am.” Louis mumbled, trying to pull away. He was scared when his dad was so aggressive.
“That is not who you are! The Calders are disrau-“
“I don’t care about the damn Calders! I care about Harry! And you can’t forbid me to see him.”
“Oh, but I can! Hand over your phone and credit cards this instant! You’re not leaving the house until Saturday. And I’ll make sure your faggot of a friend doesn’t get into any University near Oxford.” His father threatened.
“I’m not giving you my phone!”
“GIVE IT TO ME!” his father screamed and Louis’ heart stopped because he’d never been this angry with anyone ever before.
He handed him his wallet and phone with shaky hands, before quickly walking past him and up the stairs. He locked himself in his room and didn’t come out until the next morning when his parents had left.
After he’d finished packing his books he went on a quest to find his phone, but with no luck. He received his phone and credit cards on Friday though, right before he went to sleep.
It was Saturday morning when someone woke him up by shaking him.
“What the fuck?” he mumbled and blinked his eyes open just to see Harry hovering over him.
“Louis. The moving van’s outside, come on.” He said excitedly.
“Oh, shit. I forgot and I don’t have an alarm.” Louis complained and got out of bed quickly, walking straight into his bathroom. He only had a toothbrush and toothpaste left on the sink, the rest was already packed and waiting in his room.
“Well, you can ask the moving people to come and start taking care of the boxes while I get dressed quickly.”
Harry nodded and pulled his phone out to call the moving people. He wasn’t going to leave Louis’ room without Louis because he’d almost bumped into his parents on his way up the stairs. They were having breakfast.
Louis came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, when the moving people had already taken care of more than half of his stuff. He was dressed in a King’s College hoodie and he looked so proud in it, Harry had to smile.
“So, where are they supposed to meet us?”
“I already got my eye on a flat I want us to get- you know, the one in Westminster on Erasmus Street I showed you last week?”
“I just have to pay them and sign a few papers, so we should move in by tonight.”
“And your parents still don’t know?”
Louis shook his head.
“I’m going to tell them when-“
“What the hell is going on?”
“Shit.” Louis mumbled and turned to see his father stepping inside of his room, looking around at the people picking up Louis’ boxes and carrying them out.
“I called a moving company to help me drive the boxes to London.”
Shouldn’t have said that
“What do you mean London? You’re going to Oxford.”
“Actually, no, I’m not. I’m going to King’s College.”
“Is this a bad joke? And what is he doing here?”
“We’re moving in together.”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” his father yelled, and he seemed to use that sentence quite a lot in Louis’ presence lately. “You aren’t going anywhere with this faggot!”
“Dad, I am a ‘faggot’. You can’t change that. And you can’t stop me from going to a college I want to attend! I’m an adult, I’m 18-”
“Yes, I can! I made you! I pay for your everything!”
“You know what? Here.” Louis exclaimed, getting angry.
He pulled out his wallet and got out all of his credit cards, before he tried to break them in half.
“Can you…” he muttered to Harry, who nodded and easily broke all five of his cards, including the one that Louis’ father had given him at graduation.
“You can keep your shitty money, I’ll find a job and I’ll build a future for myself! I don’t need you in my life unless you and mom are supportive of me! And I have enough money that I’ve saved up on my own in the past eighteen years of my life!”
“I haven’t gone anything! You keep blackmailing me with your money, but guess what, dad, I can make it on my own. And I will. I don’t care what you or mom say! This is my life. He’s my boyfriend, and this is the college I’m going to attend on my own free will. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have to get going if we want to get to our flat by tonight. Have a good day.”
And with that, he grabbed Harry by one hand, the other one wrapping around his backpack, before he walked out of the room.
He didn’t even look back, only stopping to kiss each of his sisters goodbye in the kitchen.
“Oh, and I hope you and mom can finally talk the whole cheating thing through and not sweep it under the rug, because cheating is a sin.” He said to him, just as he was about to turn around and leave.
His father’s palm collided with his cheek, creating a loud slap sound. Louis felt his eyes tearing up and cheeks burning, not only from his father’s slap, but also from embarrassment because Harry had seen everything.
“Listen here, you fat faggot of a-“ his dad started but didn’t get to finish because Harry punched him straight in the face, causing him to fall to the floor.
“Don’t ever talk to him that way.” Harry threatened in a low voice and Louis’ heart was growing by the minute because Harry.
“I’m so done with their bullshit. And thank you for punching him, that was brave of you.” Louis said once they got outside and told the driver of the moving van the address in London, before they both got into the Lamborghini.
“Now that you’re ‘financially independent’ and whatever, do you actually have money for college?”
“Of course I do. I have a box in my backpack with all the money I’ve saved in envelopes. There’s about… roughly one million pounds.”
“You have one million pounds in cash?”
“God, no, I have most of it in checks I’ve received on my birthdays or at other events. None of it from my dad, though.”
“How much was the flat, though?”
“850 thousand. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. Barbara said we’ll split it.”
“So they’re moving in with us in the end, huh.”
Louis nodded, smiling. “It’s so exciting. We’ll be living with Niall and Barbara and we can host like, those parties and have- ugh.”
“Maybe you should focus on the road instead of talking.” Harry laughed. “And just a heads up, if we live with Niall, there won’t be food in the fridge.”
“Yeah, Barbara warned me about that.”
“It’s gonna be crazy.”
“Yeah.” Louis smiled and leaned over to kiss Harry.
“Watch the road, we don’t want to get killed before we actually get there.” Harry laughed after he’d been kissed.
Louis bit his lip as he turned his head back to the road, turning on the radio and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
They arrived in front of their building at three o’clock, and Louis pulled up in the public parking lot that was the closest to it.
It wasn’t long before they met up with a real estate agent and Louis signed the papers, so one hour later they were moving the boxes in their new apartment.
“This is bigger than my house in Doncaster.” Harry said and sat down on the couch in the living room. The apartment was already furnished and taken care of, thank God.
“Yeah? I like it too.” Louis smiled and straddled him on the couch, cupping his face and kissing him.
Harry’s large hands gripped into his hips and Louis grinded down on him, attaching his lips to Harry’s neck. He sucked and bit on the sensitive skin, wanting nothing but to leave a mark.
Harry slid his hands into Louis’ pants, cupping his arsecheeks and massaging them.
“Want to test our bed, baby?” Harry smiled into Louis’ mouth, running a finger over Louis’ hole, making the younger boy moan.
“I’d love to. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Louis had butterflies in his stomach, and he wondered if he’d ever stop having them whenever Harry would say those three words. He probably wouldn’t.
“Take me to our bed then.” Louis grinned.
“Your wish is my command, princess.” Harry teased and was about to lift Louis up, just as the door opened and Niall burst inside.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ mate, you just got here and you’re already makin’ babies?” Niall said before Barbara swatted his shoulder and stepped inside after him, followed by three men carrying boxes.
“We can’t make babies.” Louis said and rolled off of Harry, sitting down next to him.
Niall was carrying two six-packs of beer, while Barbara had actual luggage.
“Babe, can you open a can of beer after you’ve helped us with the boxes? Even Louis offered to carry some.” Barbara said and Niall sighed before walking out of the apartment.
“I heard that.” Louis pointed out as he carried a box labeled ‘underwear’ inside.
“Don’t even try to snoop through my underwear box, Louis!” Barbara warned.
“I’m gay, in case you forgot.” He laughed and let himself fall back on the couch.
“Hey, I don’t know the crazy shit you’re into.”
“Finally, all the boxes are in, we can unpack tomorrow.” Harry sighed and dropped on the couch next to Louis, putting an arm around him.
Niall tipped the moving people before grabbing the six-pack of beer from the kitchen and walking back into the living room. He sat down between Barbara and Louis, handing each of them a can.
“To a new beginning.” He said and raised his beer.
“Cheers.” Harry smiled and all of them toasted before taking a large gulp.
“What do you say we visit London a bit later? I want to see it at night.” Harry whispered in Louis’ ear a few minutes later, when Niall was already three beers in and Barbara was kissing his neck as they watched a BBC show.
“Mhm. Let’s just get out of here before they start fucking on the couch.” Louis whispered back and Harry smirked, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
“Jesus Christ, get a room.” Barbara groaned when she pulled off of Niall.
“Look who’s talking.” Louis shot back and stood up from the couch.
“I’m going to go change and then we can go out, yeah?”
“Where are ya goin’?” Niall asked.
“To visit London. And then probably to a club.”
“Text us the address and we’ll meet you there, okay?”
Louis nodded and Harry stood up too, before they started looking through their boxes for something to wear. Five minutes later they were already dressed and ready to go.
“Okay, so I’ll call you in a bit, yeah? And please do NOT fuck on the couch. You have a bed, so please make use of it.” Louis said before he followed Harry out of the flat.
“Do you want to go in there?” Harry asked half an hour later, after they got some ice cream and were walking down the sidewalk. The sun was just setting, they were holding hands, and Louis felt content.
Harry pointed to the London Eye, which was moving extremely slowly.
“Sure. Bet it looks wicked at night. Oh, I just remembered. When is your motorcycle supposed to get here?”
“This week. Why?” Harry smirked.
“I was just thinking maybe we could go on a ride?”
“Baby, if you want to ride something of mine just say so.”
Louis elbowed him and giggled, pressing his lips to Harry’s bicep.
“Stop being dirty minded.”
They got in line for the London Eye, and a few minutes later they were already stepping into one of the capsules. Louis went straight for the bar at the sides of it, gripping into it as he pulled his phone out to take some pictures.
“Would you mind taking a picture of us?” he asked a girl who was with her boyfriend.
“Sure.” She smiled and Louis tucked himself into Harry’s side, smiling.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” He answered, looking at the picture, before Instagramming it and setting it as his profile picture.
“You’re obsessed with Instagram and taking pictures.” Harry pointed out when Louis turned back to the view and started taking photos.
“You don’t seem to complain when I send you nudes.”
Harry laughed and shook his head, coming up behind him to press their bodies together, his hands covering Louis’ on the railing.
London looked absolutely breathtaking at night, a mixture of lights underneath them.
“Isn’t this the most beautiful view you’ve ever seen?” Louis asked, even though it was hard when Harry was breathing hotly into the back of his neck.
“Not really, you are.”
“I know, I said it just so you could say that.” Louis smiled and Harry bit his neck to tease him.
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“Well, duh, why do you think my ass is so big. Because it’s full of myself.”
“That was a really bad joke.” Harry said but still laughed because he was happy.
“Shut up and kiss me, you fool.”
Harry smiled and bent down to press their lips together. Their tongues found each other in no time, and when they pulled apart they realized they were already close to the ground.
“Well, this hasn’t been as romantic as I’d hoped it to be.” Louis mumbled once they sat down on a bench in a park.
Harry shook his head and gripped into the back of his neck, bringing their mouths together. They didn’t get to deepen the kiss because Louis’ phone was vibrating in his pocket.
“Fuck. It’s Niall. Hello? Yeah.” He looked at Harry, asking him if he wanted to go to the club after all. Harry shrugged and shook his head.
“No. Let’s just have a night in today. Okay. See you home. Bye.”
“What did he say?”
“They aren’t in the mood for clubbing either. Before we go home, can we walk by my college?”
“Anything you want, baby.”
“Harry.” Louis said and shook Harry awake the next morning.
“It’s ten in the morning! And I’ve googled something. Turns out, there is a Starbucks five minutes away from here! This is heaven!”
“This bed is heaven. Let me sleep.” Harry mumbled sleepily, turning his head to bury his face in the pillow.
Louis sighed but then smirked, pulling the covers off of Harry and wrapping his fingers around his hard cock.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, opening his eyes to look down at an already-clothed Louis, ready and eager to go out.
“Oh, so you’re awake now.” Louis teased, slowly tugging his hand up and down Harry’s shaft.
Harry tangled his hand in Louis’ soft hair, bringing his head down to his cock, encouraging Louis to take him into his mouth. Louis did so, looking up at Harry’s heavy lidded eyes.
“Shouldn’t sleep naked.” He mumbled against Harry’s growing cock.
“It has its perks. And we need to talk to someone about the ridiculous heat in our apartment.”
“Our apartment.” Louis repeated, smiling and taking him in deeper just for that.
His other hand cupped Harry’s balls, squeezing and massaging them.
“Lou, please.” Harry begged.
“You already close? Had a wet dream?”
“Mhm.” Harry moaned, bucking his hips off the bed, gagging Louis.
“Me doing what?” Louis asked before he sucked hard on the tip.
“Riding my cock.”
“Oh, yeah, I like that.”
Louis sped up the flicks of his wrist and soon enough Harry was coming all over his own stomach with heavy breaths.
“Good?” Louis asked and leaned over to peck his lips.
Harry nodded and sat up as Louis cleaned him with a bit of toilet paper.
“Come on. Get dressed because we’re having breakfast at Starbucks.”
Harry rolled his eyes but smiled, doing as asked.
“Where are you going?” Barbara asked when she saw Louis and Harry walk out of their room a bit later, already dressed.
Niall and her were on the couch in their pyjamas, watching TV with a box of cereal between them.
“Starbucks, and then we’re going to a park for ice cream. Do you want to come?”
“Nah, got my breakfast and dessert here.” Niall answered.
“You’re having cereal for breakfast and dessert?”
“Nah, she’s my dessert.” Niall winked at Louis and Barbara shook her head, crossing her legs.
“Oh God, that’s disgusting.”
“We’ll meet you at the park. It’s the one two blocks away, right?”
Louis nodded and giggled his keys by his side. “Okay then, see you later.”
“So have your parents tried to contact you since yesterday?” Harry asked when they sat down at a table in front of Starbucks with their orders in front of them.
Louis shook his head. “They can kiss my ass, for all I care.”
“That’s my job.” Harry pouted and Louis blushed, taking the straw into his mouth and sucking.
“My mom called me, though. She says she’ll be visiting us next week to see where we settled in.”
“And why are you freaking out?”
“Because she’s too friendly.”
“Isn’t it better this way?”
“I guess so.” Harry shrugged.
“Oh, and Liam said that Zayn and him leave Doncaster tomorrow, so we’re probably going to the club.” Louis spoke half an hour later, when they were walking through the park to meet up with Niall and Barbara in front of an ice cream stand.
“I don’t think I’ve been out dancing in a long time.”
“Oh, don’t complain.” Louis teased.
“I’m not. There’s no reason to complain when I’ve got your ass on my dick.”
“Language, Harold! There are children around here.” Louis warned, spotting Niall and Barbara by the stand, already picking out flavors.
“Took you long enough.” Harry said once they were close enough.
“Don’t blame me, he took his time with eating dessert.” Barbara said defensively, taking her cone out of the lady’s hand.
“It’s time like these I wish I were gay. I don’t think a guy takes fifteen minutes to dress up.” Niall complained.
“Then you should date Louis.”
“Hey!” Louis protested.
After each of them got an ice cream cone, Barbara and Niall sat down at a terrace nearby while Harry tried impressing Louis with the pull-ups he could do on a bar.
“That’s impressive and totally hot, but your ice cream is melting.” Louis told him and Harry stopped, choosing to grab his cone with a smirk instead.
“Would you want to lick it off me?” Harry teased, walking behind him and pressing a kiss to his neck.
“You an exhibitionist?”
“Oh God, there are children around here!” Louis exclaimed when Harry cupped his cock through his pants. He accidentally dropped the ice cream on the ground thanks to the pressure applied by Harry’s hand.
“But you like it.” Harry said and swallowed the remains of his cone.
“I’d like it if it were more private.”
Louis turned around in Harry’s arms and wrapped his own around his neck, bringing him down so they could kiss.
“This is absolutely disgusting! Is this the example you want to give to the children? You’re going to hell for this.” A grandmother spat at them as she tugged her two grandchildren after that.
Louis couldn’t believe he used to think like her a few months ago.
“Hear that? We’re never going to Heaven.” Louis giggled, pressing another kiss to Harry’s lips.
Harry smiled and looked down at him.
“Baby, Heaven’s in your eyes.”