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It doesn’t really hit Harry until about a month later, when he shuffles into the apartment with about ten grocery bags in one hand and hangs his keys up on the hooks in the wall. He drops the bags in the kitchen, hoping Zayn will just end up putting everything away, and walks into the living room, looking around.
It takes him a second to recognize the place as his living room, though, and he wonders why until he notices the many photo frames on the walls and the colorful blankets and pillows thrown across the sofa. The coffee table’s got a pile of coasters and there’s quite a few Disney movies in the stack of DVDs under their TV. A vase of fresh flowers is sitting on one of the corner tables, spreading the soft scent of daisies around, and there’re a couple of dog-eared books in front of it.
There’s so much going on, so much that represents him and Zayn and Louis and Harry thinks back to that day in the bar and what Louis said, how all he wanted was to fill up their lives and make them happy, and suddenly he can’t stop smiling.
He bites his lip as he makes his way over to Zayn’s study, where the other boy is frowning at his computer screen. Harry spins his chair around and kisses the crease in between Zayn’s eyebrows.
“You’ll get frown lines.” He says, and Zayn sticks his tongue out. Harry smirks and kisses him for real this time, slowly sucking his tongue until Zayn shivers and pushes Harry off.
“Stop,” he whines, pouting. “I have work to do.”
“Ugh.” Harry groans, falling back into the plush armchair in the corner. “You’re no fun. Where’s Lou?”
“At work, I think. He should be back soon, actually.”
Harry pouts now. “There’s never anyone around to help with my boners.”
“What’s this about boners?” A voice cries, and Harry beams as Louis appears in the doorway. He looks a bit tired, but he’s still smiling. Harry and Zayn had insisted that Louis quit his job as soon as he’d moved into their place, but Louis had stubbornly refused, claiming that he was a grown man and that he wouldn’t be taking any financial favors from his boyfriends. He did cut his shifts down, at least.
Louis yawns and stretches his arms over his head so that his shirt rides up and his pants sag a bit, and Harry and Zayn raise their eyebrows simultaneously.
He’s not wearing any underwear.
“...what?” Louis says, looking at the two of them, and Harry licks his lips. “Stop it. My briefs were tight and my pants were tight and I just wanted to feel, like, free, y’know?”
Harry chuckles. “C’mere,” he calls, motioning for the other boy, and Louis gives a small smile and walks over, stopping on the way to give Zayn a kiss. He settles himself down into Harry’s lap, his knees bracketing Harry’s hips, before he slowly licks into his mouth.
Harry lets out a sigh of relief and slips his hands underneath Louis’ shirt, rubbing up and down at the warm skin until Louis has all but melted into him.
“Hey,” he mumbles, breaking apart from the kiss, and Louis whines, attaching his mouth to Harry’s collarbone instead. “Louis.”
Louis sighs, exasperated. “What?”
“Ride me.” Harry answers, a grin on his face. He makes sure to say it loud enough for Zayn to hear, and Louis’ eyebrow quirks as he follows Harry’s gaze to the other boy. Zayn shifts in his seat but doesn’t look back at the other two, so Louis smirks delightedly as he catches on to Harry’s plan and turns back around.
“Fuck, Harry, yes.” Louis moans, grinding down, and Harry’s never been more glad that Louis is just as mischievous as him. He grips Louis’ hips and grinds back just as enthusiastically, and then they’re both moaning, Zayn squirming more and more as time goes on. It’s just as Harry’s slipped a hand underneath Louis’ waistband to grip his hardening cock, eliciting a sharp gasp from Louis, that Zayn cracks, slamming his hands down on his keyboard.
“Fuck!” He yells, standing up and pulling Louis off of Harry. He firmly attaches his mouth to Louis’, curling his tongue around the other boy’s and making a big show of it just for Harry. Harry’s a bit surprised but gets over it as soon as Zayn slides his hands down Louis’ pants to squeeze at his bum. His breath hitches and he unbuttons his pants, palming at his cock. Zayn looks over and frowns.
“No sex in the study.”
“But Zayn,” Harry whines, pulling his dick out and tugging at it a bit. Zayn’s eyes glaze over a bit at the sight but he shakes his head.
“No. Bedroom.” He declares, grabbing Harry’s shoulder and pulling him up and out of the room behind himself and Louis. Harry sighs but follows obediently, loving how Zayn’s grip on him gets tighter as they get closer to their bedroom.
Zayn shoves him and Louis onto the bed, grunting as he pushes down his own pants and pulls of his shirt. He stands there, naked, eyeing Harry and Louis for a minute, and then sighs, annoyed.
“Well?” He asks, and Harry snorts before he looks over at Louis and sees him trying his hardest to hold back a laugh as well. When their eyes meet, the two of them instantly break down into giggles, and Zayn groans, walking over to the other side of the bed and flopping down face-first. “You two are the worst.”
“Aww,” Louis says, sidling over next to Zayn. “You needed a break, babe.”
Zayn grunts and Harry scoots up so he’s alongside Louis. “You’ve been writing non-stop for, like, a week now. Louis and I are getting bored. We miss you.”
Zayn sighs and turns himself around, throwing the two boys a poker face before smiling a bit. “I miss you too.”
“Good.” Harry declares, and then reaches over Louis to tug Zayn closer. “Stay.”
Zayn hums happily in reply, and then blinks a couple of times.
“Wait. Why am I the naked one in this cuddle? Isn’t that usually your job?”
Harry rolls his eyes and stands up, shedding all his clothes in a matter of seconds before snuggling back up next to Louis. “There. Happy?”
Zayn rolls his eyes but Louis giggles, his hands slowly combing through Harry’s hair while tracing small circles into Zayn’s shoulders.
“Yeah,” he replies, even though the question wasn’t directed towards him, and smiles down at Harry.
Harry’s lips move on their own, spreading into a huge grin as his hands find Zayn’s over Louis’ stomach. “Good,” he says, and that’s that.
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