#fuckyeahliamandharry

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part 3:

Liam goes to sleep that night feeling terrible. He hated sending Harry away but he didn’t see any other option. His best friend Zayn was unexpectedly in town and he wanted to be a good friend. But if he was being honest with himself he’d rather spend that time with Harry.  He appreciated that Harry had come to see him yet again and it was clear that he wanted to work on their relationship as much as Liam did.

Liam planned to pay Harry a visit as soon as he had the opportunity and just hoped that by tomorrow it wouldn’t be too late.  

Liam shuts his eyes and tries to get some sleep, but a noise at his window startles him awake and he looks up to see Harry’s familiar side swept curls blowing in the wind outside.

Liam rushes over, quickly opening the window and helping Harry through. He gets an instant flash of de ja vu as Harry stumbles inside. Once, last year, Harry had snuck into Liam’s room during a party. It was an amazing night and just the thought of it gives Liam butterflies.

But as happy as Liam is to see him, he can’t help but think about Zayn sleeping in the room over. After Liam’s roommate Greg had moved out, the old room became the guest room and even though it was down the hall, the flat was pretty small and Liam was worried that Zany might hear.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Liam says with a laugh, but he’s not even sure why he bothers asking. At this point, Liam expects Harry to do whatever he pleases. He should have expected Harry to return once Zayn was in bed. It appears that Harry surprising him is turning into a “thing” now.

“Do you really need to ask?” Harry smiles, grabbing Liam by the hand and yanking him over to the bed.

“Zayn’s in the other room.” Liam says quietly, reminding Harry that they need to be discreet. 

But Harry just chuckles, and leans his face right next to Liam’s ear whispering “we’re good at sneaking around, aren’t we?”

Harry leans down further and starts sucking on Liam’s neck and it feels incredible. It reminds Liam of all the times in the past that they’ve done this, how they’ve had to hide their relationship from everyone. It’s thrilling and Liam can feel his heart speed up as Harry’s mouth trails lower and lower. He stops once he reaches Liam’s collar bone and Liam can feel his skinny fingers at his waist, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

“Get on the bed” Harry whispers and it makes Liam smile. He loves how commanding Harry is being.

Liam lies down slowly and watches as Harry climbs on top of him, smirking at him wildly before continuing to kiss down his chest. As good as it feels, Liam’s still worried about Zayn. He knows how loud Harry can be during sex and Liam wouldn’t even know how to explain this to his friend later if they were overheard.

Clearly Harry can hear Liam thinking because a second later Harry is staring up at him.

“What is it?” Harry asks gently.

“Nothing” Liam lies, hesitating for a second before finishing, “It’s just… Zayn.”

Harry sighs and pulls himself off of Liam quickly, moving up to lay beside him and crossing his arms. Liam can see clearly that he’s frustrated.

“Hazza, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Liam reaches a hand out and brushes a hair out of Harry’s face but he continues to pout.

“He has feelings for you, you know.” Harry says firmly and even though Liam suspects that just may be true he doesn’t want to make Harry feel worse by admitting it.

“I don’t think that’s true, Harry.”

“Yes it is.” Harry says, finally turning to look at him. “And why wouldn’t he, you’re perfect.” Harry turns away again and Liam has to chuckle. Harry’s never looked younger than in this moment but weirdly, it’s adorable. And Liam can’t help but smile over the fact that Harry is a little bit jealous.

“I swear there is nothing going on with Zayn.” Liam replies, scooting even closer to his boyfriend. “I only love you.”

He emphasizes the words so that Harry will know that he means then and he can see Harry soften a little.

“I know you do.” Harry says, uncrossing his arms. He turns to Liam. “But I’m still worried.”

“About what?” Liam challenges him, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulder. Harry sinks into him.

“Meeting someone else.”

Liam lets out a breath. He doesn’t even know how to respond to that. It’s ironic because it’s exactly what Liam’s been afraid of.

“Not gonna happen.” Liam says quietly, leaning in to kiss Harry. He takes his time, kissing him slowly and attempts to erase all of his worries away.  The kiss intensifies and Liam presses himself into Harry. “Can’t you feel how much I want you?” He teases.

Harry moans loudly and Liam rushes to cover his mouth.

“You really have to learn to be quiet.” He laughs, pressing a little harder.

 --

The next morning Harry wakes up to find Liam still sleeping softly next to him. He doesn’t want to wake him but he should probably be heading out soon, before Zayn gets up and finds them together.

“Babe” Harry whispers gently to him, kissing him softly on the cheek. “Wake up…”

Liam stirs next to him. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at Harry and nuzzles his head into Harry’s neck as if he doesn’t want to get up.

Harry lets him stay like that for a while but then tells Liam that he should probably get going. Liam pouts briefly but Harry kisses him instantly, trying to make him feel a little better. It feels good to have Liam looking so disappointed to see him leaving.

“Maybe I can drive down to see you soon?” Liam says gently and Harry nods immediately.

“I’d love that.” Harry kisses him one final time before standing. “Just don’t meet anyone else before then.”

He means for it to be a joke but Liam isn’t laughing.

“Same goes for you.” He says quietly and Harry rushes back over to the bed.

“Are you kidding?” He asks, sitting back down and grabbing a hold of Liam’s hands.

Liam shrugs. “Sometimes I worry that you’re gonna wanna have fun and go out with your friends and enjoy being single…”

But before Liam can keep talking Harry covers his mouth with his hands.

“Stop.” The idea is unfathomable to Harry. “Trust me, If I could show you off to everyone I would. I don’t want anyone else. Ever.”

Liam smiles at him then, and Harry can tell that doesn’t completely trust Harry’s words but he isn’t sure what else he can say.

“It’s not gonna be like this forever, Liam.  Eventually, people will be okay with us being together, but for now we both know that it’s smartest to keep it as discreet as possible.”

“I know, you’re right.” Liam agrees. “it’s just hard. I wish I could be with my boyfriend in public.”

“It’s only been a year, we can make it a few more.”

Even Harry hates the words that are coming out of his mouth but he’s trying his hardest to believe them.

 --

When Harry gets back to his dorm Louis is waiting for him and he doesn’t look happy.

“Oh, look who decided to show his ugly mug.” Louis says to him sarcastically, a hint of anger laced in his voice. “Almost forgot I had a flatmate for a moment there.”

“What are you going on about?” Harry sighs, setting his things down and turning to face his best friend.

“You’ve been surprisingly M.I.A all weekend. Where were you?”

“Home.” Harry says shortly, not wanting to get into detail. He still hasn’t told Louis about him and Liam. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t think that Louis would truly understand.

“Why?” Louis asks again, more firmly and Harry sighs. He doesn’t feel like being interrogated right now.

“Give it a rest Lou, I wanted to see my mum. And Gemma.”

Louis huffs then, shaking his head and standing.

“Well that’s complete bullshit Harry because I know for a fact that Gemma’s away with her mates for the weekend.”

Harry tries to respond but he doesn’t know how. He briefly remembers a post Gemma updated on instagram a few days back. He should have remembered. It was a stupid mistake.

“Come on Harry, where have you really been going?”

Harry ignores the question yet again and replies for a second time, “I told you, home.”

“I just don’t get it…” Louis continues, not giving up. “We had so much fun the first few months here and lately it’s like… I don’t know, you don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“That’s not true.” Harry responds quickly. He loves university, but he also misses Liam.

“Come on.” Louis says and this time Harry can hear his voice softening. He stands and sits next to Harry on his bed, placing a hand on top of his knee. “You’re my best friend Harry, you can tell me anything.”

Harry wants to hold strong but the way that Louis is looking at him with his big blue eyes makes Harry want to crumble.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to freak out?”

“Yes.” Louis says firmly, his grip on Harry’s leg a little tighter.

Harry takes a breath, he hopes he doesn’t regret what he’s about to do.

“I’ve been going to see Liam.” He finally spits out and Louis is staring at him with a confused expression. “He’s my boyfriend.”

A moment passes before Harry finally looks up to meet Lou’s eyes.

“Liam? As in… our old teacher Liam?”

Harry nods.

“You’re not taking the piss?” Louis says honestly and Harry shakes his head.

“Are you fucking serious?” Louis almost shouts, standing from the bed and staring down at Harry.

Harry immediately regrets saying anything at all.  He can tell that Louis is not pleased with him.

“You said you weren’t gonna freak out.” Harry tries to say but Louis ignores him.

“How long?” He inquires not moving from where he stands.

“I don’t know.. Louis.”

“How long!” He repeats.

“Almost a year.” Harry says quietly.

Lou’s eyes grow big and he runs a hand through his hair, starting to pace the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before? I thought I was your best friend.”

“You are!” Harry shouts, standing from the bed himself and attempting to move closer to Louis.

“No,” Louis says, pushing away from Harry.  “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

Harry feels like crying. It’s rare when he and Louis fight and Harry can’t stand it. He knows that Louis is just being protective of him but he wishes that his best friend could just support him.

When Louis walks out the door, Harry tries his hardest to keep it together.

It’s easier said than done.

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PART 6

“Liam?” Harry questions.

All Liam can focus on right now is the bright green eyes that are staring down at him. It’s the first time Harry has spoken his name, at least in this setting and Liam’s stomach does a tiny flip flop.

“You sure?” He asks quietly.

He’s glistening with sweat and his curls are a knotted mess falling into his eyes and Liam can see the muscles in his arms as he holds his weight above him, waiting.

Liam nods yes and then leans up, grabbing Harry hard and smashing their lips together once again. “I want you to fuck me.” Liam whispers into his ear, and it sounds filthy coming out of his mouth but Liam’s never meant it more. He’s not sure if it was loud enough for the camera to hear but he’s far past caring.

He falls back on the bed and Harry follows him down, pushing his tongue into his mouth at the same time his long fingers are brushing against Liam’s center.

Harry immediately shoves two inside, stretching Liam open.

“It’s a good thing I got you wet.” Harry teases, nipping at Liam’s ear and Liam can’t stop the moan from escaping between his lips. It’s the first time Harry has said anything remotely dirty during this process and he finally understands the appeal.

It’s a tight fit though, and without lube it hurts more than it probably should. Liam hasn’t done this a lot and he finds himself wincing. Harry notices his reaction and immediately withdraws his fingers and reaches for the lube that was set aside earlier. He pours a little on and moves his hand back down, this time entering Liam a little slower watching Liam as he does so.

As Harry works him open he trails kisses down his chest and Liam isn’t sure he can wait any longer.

“Do it already.” Liam breathes out heavily, and at his words Harry looks up at him, what looks like lust behind his eyes.

He kisses Liam briskly on the stomach before returning back up towards Liam, capturing him in a sloppy kiss and letting his weight rest on the older boy. As they kiss Liam can feel Harry’s cock rubbing gently against his own and he wonders what Harry is waiting for. He’s about to ask as much until Harry is shifting to the side, pushing at Liam to shift as he falls to lay behind him.

With Harry behind him Liam can no longer see what’s happening but somehow his position feels even more intimate. Harry’s hands are reaching around him, grabbing his hips tightly and holding him close as he brushes his lips to the back of his neck, not really kissing, just holding them there.

Harry uses his knee to nudge at the back of Liam’s leg and lifts it up slightly as he positions himself closer. Liam takes a breath and then he can feel Harry lining up, the tip of his dick probing at his opening. Liam should be prepared for it, but he’s not and he shivers when Harry finally enters him, pushing in slowly. It hurts but it’s a good hurt and Liam’s hand finds Harry’s as he pushes in deeper. Things feel much more affectionate then the last time they were here and Harry can’t stop touching him as he moves in and out slowly, letting Liam get used to the feeling. Liam tries to distract himself from the pain by rubbing small circles on Harry’s hand with his thumb, trying to convey to him everything that he’s too scared to say out loud.

Liam’s dick is throbbing, flat against his stomach and dripping,  and Liam goes to reach for it, attempting to increase the pleasure that he’s already feeling. But Harry knocks his hand out of the way and grips it instead, stroking him in time with his thrusts that have now quickened.

Liam knows he won’t be able to hold off for long when he feels Harry hit his prostate.

“Fuck!” Liam cries out and Harry aims to hit it over again, his hand working Liam at an increased speed.

Harry’s movement is getting more erratic and Liam finds his head being jerked back as Harry grabs his chin and pulls him inward. He mashes their lips together and it’s not quite a kiss, just Harry’s tongue dipping in and out messily and Liam reaches back to hold his head steady. But then heat is rising in Liam’s gut and he has to pull away from Harry so he can breathe, his orgasm finally reaching its peak. He spills over Harry’s hand and Harry rubs him through it, continuing to plunge into him. Harry reaches his now messy hand down to lift one of Liam’s legs, the new angle helping him drive in even harder. And then Harry moaning; fingernails digging into Liam’s thigh and he’s coming too and Liam secretly wishes Harry wasn’t wearing a condom so that he could feel it inside.

And then Harry is pulling out but he remains behind Liam, pulling his chin back to kiss him one last time. Liam doesn’t want it to be over already and hopes the camera man will give them just a little bit more time before yelling cut.

Luckily, Harry places a hand on him again and he’s slicking the cum around, threading it through his fingers as it moves up and down along the edge of his dick. Liam is still worn out from his orgasm and Harry’s hand feels so good working him, keeping the pressure up.  The camera focuses on this for a little longer, but then it’s over and Harry releases him and Liam realizes that he has to move otherwise Harry might get suspicious.

  As they’re getting dressed Liam is sitting on the bed, back facing Harry and time feels like it’s moving excruciatingly slow. There’s no one left in the room but them and you could cut the tension with a knife.

Liam is wondering what to say but then Harry is speaking instead, “you know, you’re better at this then I thought.”

Liam can’t stop the smile from forming on his face, thankful that Harry is actually speaking to him again.

“Yeah, I thought the same thing.”

Then it’s deadly quiet and Liam turns around to look him.

“Did you actually just compliment me?” Harry stands, still shirtless and looking at Liam with a puzzled expression.

Liam chuckles to himself and turns back around, unsure of how to respond.

Harry moves from behind him and sits next to Liam on the bed, “I’m not sure how to talk to you when you’re not being mean to me.”

“Oh come on,” Liam says, turning to Harry, “I haven’t been that mean to you, have I?”

Harry smiles but looks down at the floor, “Yeah… but it’s okay.”

Even though Harry has excused him Liam still feels pretty horrible. Maybe Harry isn’t so bad. Maybe he never deserved Liam’s anger.

“No its not.” Liam says, startling Harry. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

Then Harry just stares at him, face expressionless but there’s definitely a moment. Neither one is saying anything and Liam uses this opportunity to explain.

“I was just threatened when you joined the company and managed to make everyone fall in love with you so quickly.”  Liam finishes pulling his jacket on hopes that doesn’t sound like a sort of confession.

“’People love you too.” Harry responds. Then he’s standing from the bed and Liam can feel the space between them. He wonders if there’s a hidden meaning behind Harry’s words but ignores it for now.

“Yeah, the ratings don’t really matter anyway.”

Then Harry’s laughing again, “yes they do.”

He gives Liam a smirk and it reminds Liam of the old Harry.

“See! That’s why you make it so easy for me to mean to you.”

Then Harry is nodding, saying that he probably didn’t help Liam’s anger by egging him on.

After that it’s awkward again and Harry looks like he’s about to leave and Liam doesn’t want him to go just yet.

“You know, we should hang out sometime, outside of work… get to know each other?” Liam asks tentatively, hoping that he’s not coming on too strong.

Then Harry is looking down again, fidgeting with his hands in the way that Liam knows he’s nervous.

“Yeah… maybe” he responds quietly, turning to leave and as he walks out the door Liam sighs in frustration.

What was he thinking? Maybe Harry was willing to be on decent terms with him but it doesn’t mean they can suddenly friends. And certainly not anything more. Maybe he was too eager. Maybe he made his feelings too obvious.

Sure, Harry seemed into him but it was probably just for the cameras. Why would Liam be any different from any of the other guys he’s slept with?

Liam stands from the bed and walks out of the room slowly. He hopes he hasn’t made a complete fool of himself.

--

Liam runs into Louis again on his way out and normally he would try to escape before he could get a word in, but Liam is way too exhausted for that and frankly, he wouldn’t mind having someone to talk to.

But Louis is crowding into his space and yanking him by the arm into one of the dressing rooms so they can get some privacy and Liam regrets not leaving when he had the chance.

“You just got properly fucked, didn’t you?” Louis asks, a little too loud for Liam’s taste and he shuts the door quickly.

“Keep your voice down!” Liam whispers to him. Of course Louis would figure something like that out. It’s like he had a gift for it or something.

“So, that’s a yes?” Louis laughs, slapping Liam in the chest. “I want every single detail.”

“No. You’ll have to wait for the video” Liam retorts sarcastically.

“Well, if it’s anything like the last one…” Lou begins but Liam just ignores him and turns the other way.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” Louis asks, noticing the tension in Liam’s body. “You just had sex, you should be happier than this.”

Liam sighs and shakes his head, not sure how to bring this up.

“Things are just kind of weird between us.” He says, hoping that Louis will understand.

“What do you mean?” Lou asks.

“Like, he can barely look at me. And both times he left really quickly and I don’t know. Things are just weird.” Liam finishes his rant and looks at Louis, waiting for a response.

“Maybe he didn’t enjoy as much as you did” Louis jokes, but he has no idea how much his words sting.

Louis can see the hurt on his face and he puts a hand on his shoulder, rubbing softly. “Liam, I’m kidding. Obviously he enjoyed it, trust me. I saw the video. Not even Harry could fake noises like that.”  

But Liam still isn’t really convinced and Louis continues. “Besides, he wanted to do the video in the first place so…”

Liam isn’t sure what Louis is implying, but it doesn’t really matter. Harry had said himself he was just curious. Maybe that was it. And now that it’s happened Harry can move on.

“Either that or he’s hopelessly in love with you.”

“What?” Liam chokes on his words. There’s no way.

“It’s possible.” Louis smiles “I was for a while.”

“You were?” Liam asks. That’s definitely something he’s never known.

“For while… until…” and then he stops talking.

“Until Zayn?” Liam smirks. It’s fun to tease Louis for once.

Louis doesn’t respond and just grabs some food, trying to distract himself from answering the question.

Then there’s a knock on the door and Zayn is peaking his head through, trying to figure out what’s going.  Speak of the devil.

“Oh you know,” Lou smirks, reaching out and patting Zayn softly on the cheek “Liam’s just boring me with his love woes.”

Liam almost feels like he’s intruding on something as Zayn looks at Louis fondly, Lou’s hand not leaving Zayn’s face. Liam clears his throat and Zayn turns his head suddenly, remembering why he’s there.

“Well, you can’t bore me” Zayn says, tearing his gaze away from Louis and moving towards Liam. “Tell me what happened?”

Then Lou is laughing and leaving the room and it’s just Zayn and Liam. Liam spills everything to Zayn, finally unable to keep everything in. He knows that Zayn would understand and possibly give him some good advice.

Except Zayn can barely keep Liam’s gaze and he’s moving to sit on the couch, silent the entire time.

“Well, what do you think it means?” Liam asks, trying to get Zayn’s attention.

“I don’t know if I should say anything, Liam.” He says quietly and Liam joins him on the couch.

“What?” He questions, “what do you mean?”

Zayn is quiet for another moment and then he’s turning his attention back towards his friend, “Harry’s kind of in love with you?”

He says it as a question, which is confusing to Liam and he looks at Zayn with a face that says explain.

“I’ve kind of known about it for a while.” Zayn winces, hoping Liam isn’t too mad at him.

“What?” Liam asks again, barely being able to process what Zayn is saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because” Zayn sighs, shifting on the couch, “he kinda told me.”

Liam feels like he can barely breathe. Harry was in love with him? When the hell did that happen? And how could Liam miss it?

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything. And I wasn’t going to because we both kinda thought you hated him.”

That was accurate once... not so much anymore.

“When Harry first got here he knew we were friends and he kinda gushed to me about you. I told him I’d introduce you, but then he got really popular and you started talking about how much you hated him and I just….” Zayn pauses trying to convey his words a little clearer, “I thought it was a lost cause.”

But Liam still hasn’t moved past the “love” part of this conversation and he can barely think.

“But, that can’t be true…” Liam says, standing from the bed. “I’ve been a complete ass to him since day one. And even when I did talk to him he never acted like he was fazed by me.”

Zayn’s just listening, letting Liam continue.

“And just now I was actually nice to him. I said we should hang out and he practically ran the other way.”

“Yeah, probably because he doesn’t know how to act around you anymore.” Zayn stands from the couch, walking right up to Liam. “Maybe he’s freaked out after everything that happened too. And you being nice to him probably only makes his feelings stronger.”

Suddenly Liam feels a little sick. How could he not have seen this before? He trusts Zayn, but he still finds it all really hard to believe.

Zayn pats him on the back gently. “I think you should talk to him.”

Liam nods, knowing that Zayn is right.

Zayn exits the room and Liam calls out to him, “Maybe you should take your own advice?” Zayn seems to contemplate his words, then smiles and exits, leaving Liam alone again.

He has to do this. He needs to just rip the band aid off, confront Harry and see what happens.