you're cold and I burn (on hold)

“And what if it didn’t work?”
“I told you I would stop, all you had to do was say you wanted me to. But, you never did. And if I
recall properly, didn’t you actually tell me ‘don’t stop’? Hm?”
“Shut up,” Harry laughs, back still pressed to the wall, his face is alight <strong>and</strong> glowing, his smile
radiating brighter than the fucking sun <strong>and</strong> Louis' heart does a flip in his chest. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, babe.” Louis removes his body from the front of Harry’s, feeling the <strong>cold</strong>
replace the static heat. “I’ll admit it was pretty fun. And you’re a pretty good kisser, too.”
“Am I now?” Harry questions, still leaned against the wall, hair a mess, lips swollen. He looks
stunning, even more so than usual. And it’s similar to when he had come home after Louis’ angry
journey home with the groceries, but it was different this time. He looks happy, relieved, free.
“Possibly.”
“Now that’s not a very straightforward answer.” Harry’s brows raise, finally pushing himself from
the wall <strong>and</strong> sauntering over to st<strong>and</strong> in front of Louis, “Don’t play around with me like that. Did
you like it?”
Louis shrugs, leaning up to press his lips to Harry’s once more, very light <strong>and</strong> quick, “Does that
answer your question?” He says, pulling away. Harry leans forward, not wanting the kiss to
break. His mouth falls to a frown when it does, “How is that supposed to answer my question?”
“If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have kissed you again.” Louis smiles, nonchalant as he basically
floats to his room. He’s always wanted to make this kind of exit, leave someone with their mouth
open <strong>and</strong> wanting more, so its precisely what he does. “G’night, princess.”
Harry’s body coils, lashes fluttering as a huge smile spreads over his cherry lips, “Goodnight,
Louis.”
*****
It’s safe to say Louis’ doesn’t get much sleep that night.
Not only is his body still rigid <strong>and</strong> needy, but his mind is going a thous<strong>and</strong> kilometers a second.
He’s laying bed flat on his back, head not even on a pillow because he’s just flopped down. The
night has gone instantly wild, with the taste of Harry’s lips still lingering on his <strong>and</strong> his skin still
tingling where Harry was pressed against him.
It all happened so quickly, Louis doesn’t even know where the fuck it came from. There was just
something about Harry’s stubborn ass attitude <strong>and</strong> how unwilling he was to speak that made Louis
snap <strong>and</strong> it was the first thing that came to his mind. Get him to a state where his mind is mush,
<strong>and</strong> then he’ll admit what he’s really feeling.