BUTTERFLY EFFECT🦋 (L.S.) [finished]

CHAPTER 4

Harry entered the building shyly, he was almost in front of the dance room when he heard something.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

Loud and rythmic thuds were coming from a room further away. And they were calling Harry like the flutist of Hamelin.

He peeked through the open door. Timid rays of sun shooting from the window reflecting on a tan naked torso, were the only thing illuminating the room. Harry could make out Louis' silouette, barefoot, boxing shorts, fluffy somewhat messy hair. He was not wearing his boxing gloves. Red, blue and white bandages covering his fists. His hips swinged gracefully every time he left the guard position to throw a kick to the boxing bag.

Bam. Bam. Bam.Bambam. Bambambambambambam. BAM. BAM. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. BAM.

Louis had given his all to this last set of middle kicks. He rested on the bag for a bit, dripping away the sweat of his forehead with his arm, but not acomplishing much because it was sweaty too. He was wondering what set to practice next when he felt shivers down his spine, and looking up he met the curly lad's eyes.

'You.'

'I have a name, you know?'

'Well I probably would know it if you just told me, you idiot.'

'Wow cranky in the mornings I see, alright Louis'.

'Wait... how do you know mine? Are you a psychic or something?'

Shit. Harry had let it slip.

'Yeah, I am a your sister is in my dance class and she told me, kind of psychic.'

'Oh... Anyway, what are you doing here? I'm usually alone on Sunday mornings, they are slow, I like it.'

'Couldn't sleep, new school tomorrow and that shit.'

'Ah you're gonna be fine, it's a small highschool, we even have to mix grades to be able to do some classes sometimes.'

'Thank you... Oh, I'm Harry Styles by the way...' He got closer to the other lad, grabbed his bandaged hand and shaked it gently.

'Oi, nice to meet you Harry. Sorry I'm gross, I've been training for a bit.'

'It's fine, don't worry.'

The mood was calm an easygoing, even cozy. Harry was lost in Louis' eyes, that seemed brighter when the sunlight kissed them.

'If you stay in here any longer I'm gonna make you do some sets or reps, I'm warning you.'

'You know what? I'd probably could use them, gotta stay in shape if I'm gonna be lifting girls up my head.'

Harry carefully put his shoes and bag into the side of the room, stripped down to his boxers, and put some legging shorts on.

'You know there's a locker room a bit on the left, right?'

'Faster this way.' Said with a smirk.

Louis was drooling at the sight of his naked top half. A black-inked butterfly splattered on top of his very defined sixpack. It looked like it was ready to fly away any moment, even though it was completely still. This would be anything but a slow Sunday morning, Louis thought. He quietly prayed to anyone that would listen that they helped him get through this one without smashing the boy into a wall.

The boys were on the floor, panting heavily, struggling to breath and being a sweaty mess after they had tried to outperform each other in every single set of ab, push-up and squat reps they could come up with.

Harry put his hands on his face, and waved an imaginary white flag to announce his defeat.
'Shit I'm not gonna be able to move tomorrow, for real.'

'When I'm finished with you, you won't even be able to walk.' It was too late when Louis realised what he had just said. The other lad's eyes widened and darkened immediatly.

'Yeah? What makes you think you won't be the one not being able to walk?' Harry let out, he quickly gathered whatever strenght he had left from his sore muscles and got on top of Louis. His legs comfortable at the sides of Louis' hips, using an arm to support himself and the other stroking softly the lad's jaw. Harry had never been one to restrain himself, years of ballet, girls, boys, stages and perfomances had made him everything but shy.

Louis almost lost it. He wasn't used to this kind of energy, even less from a boy. But the lad was driving him mad, damn Harry. Something came over him and he rolled to make them switch positions, sitting on Harry's lap and grabbing his arms, holding them above his head.

'I'm dead serious baby.' Louis said softly, tilting his head forward, leaving his mouth dangerously close to Harry's pump pink lips. The other boy was trying to escape his trap, fighting for dominance, and thrusting his hips in the process. Oh god, the need to kiss him was so great Louis was growing hard only thinking about it. But as this thought crossed his mind, he felt pressure to his groin, a blushed Harry looking away from him. The softness in his embarassed pretty faced finished Louis, that freed Harry's wrists only to take his hands into his face and make him look into his eyes.

'You okay baby?'

'Y..yeah...' Harry's eyes went directly to Louis' lips, they looked so soft, so kissable...

Louis caught on on Harry's thoughts and leaned forward, only brushing his lips for a second, leaving the choice to the other lad to close the space between them. Harry reacted grabbing Louis' nape with one hand and his peachy ass with the other, clashing them together and making their lips melt away in a kiss. A soft moan left Louis' mouth, leaving it open for Harry's tongue to lead the way. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Only a fine line stopped them from being one instead of two people, giving in to each other's touch, drifting away into a sea of newness and pleasure.

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More soon I promise.
Love,
Leo x