SPACES [Editing]

The after-nightmare effect

Song of the chapter:

- Burning Bridges by One Republic

Louis Tomlinson

I woke up on top of Harry's bare chest with my arm around him.

I looked up and saw how the rays of light escaping from the small gap of the curtain was striking his curly hair and I can't help but think about how beautiful he looks.

I noticed how long and perfect his eyelashes were, which I never do when his eyes are open because the color of his eyes always seem to overwhelm anyone who looks at them.

I also noticed the way he breathes and the way his heart beats. It was fast, but somehow it felt like he was trying to breathe slowly to steady his pulse.

And his lips, oh God, those lips. I want to know how they feel like when they touch mine. I hate it. I hate that I crave the feeling I've never felt before and I didn't even think that was possible.

It didn't take long for me to feel the bulge that's growing inside my boxer shorts.

And then I realized. I WAS FUCKING STARING AT HARRY STYLES. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I mean, I'm straight. Straight guys don't stare at guys and wonder how their fucking lips taste like and get a boner!

"Good morning," Harry opened his eyes. He stared at me for a while, running his thumb in circles over my shoulder. The whiteness of the room was enough to accentuate the green color of his eyes and his plump pink lips.

"G-good morning." I stuttered as I tried to shift from my position.

"Were you staring at me while I sleep?" He asked, my back was now facing him.

"No, I was just....wondering what those things mean." I lied as I pointed at his tattoos. I've been meaning to ask about them since the kids have brought them up but I didn't get to. Now's probably the right time.

"Some of them have significant meanings, some just...feel appropriate. The small ones, I don't even remember anymore. But these ones, they mean a lot." He pointed at the birds below his collar bones.

I glanced at it, I didn't want to make it seem like I was too interested in him. I'll admit, I've stared at his body a couple of times before but that was because of his tattoos, no other reason.

"It's hard to explain, but they have like, general meanings. These things are often used as metaphors and I think, I am, a metaphor." He explained. It was hard for me to understand what he was saying, but somehow his face says it all. He doesn't want to talk about it but he wants me to know what it is.

I could feel a bulge growing in between his legs, and I don't care if it's morning wood or it's something else, all I know is that I had to get out of here.

"I...uh... I think I have to make us some breakfast." I said as I quickly stood up and walked down the kitchen. I realized that I was also shirtless, but I didn't want to go back to the room anymore. If he's still there with that wood still growing, then I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that thing.

I mean, it's normal, right? He's gay so he gets attracted to guys. I shouldn't think it's weird. But why me?

I opened the fridge and made us some sandwiches. I placed his on a plate and put it on the other side of the table, far away from where I'm seated so we won't have to sit beside each other. I also poured out milk on a glass just so he wouldn't drink straight from the carton again.