Hate That I Love You

Chapter 9

When Harry opened his eyes that morning, he suddenly found himself clinging to Louis's body, still asleep beside him. Their legs were twisted together and Harry's arm wrapped around Louis' entire waist.

His head rested between his chest and his shoulder and one arm of the other was wrapped around the same shoulders as him, to keep him close to him.

Harry's eyes widened the moment he realized the position certainly against all the regulations that he himself had drawn up. He jumped up and sat on the bed and started shaking Louis unkindly.

"Wake up you idiot!" he exclaimed, raising his voice.

Louis snorted, slightly moaning. "Why?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed and trying to get close to him so he could hug him again. "We were so cozy!" he protested, encircling his waist with both arms and squeezing him even if he were a teddy bear.

Harry blushed, trying to pull it away from him with both hands. "Are you kidding? We have disobeyed at least ten of our rules!" he said, raising his voice.

Louis just laughed. "I hate the rules."

"Do you realize that I will get married soon!" he still asserted.

At that moment Louis snorted. "Now you remember that you are engaged, huh?" he groaned, barely opening his eyes.

"I've never forgotten!" he stated, pulling off the covers and getting out of bed, "But what we did was-different! It was sex, pure and animalistic!" he said, putting his hands on his hips.

Louis rubbing one eye, sat up on the mattress. Then he smiled to see Harry in front of him wearing only a pair of boxers and a shirt of his father's pyjamas, which, on him, turned out to be large, so much so that his shoulder was uncovered (his father definitely had some size in more than Harry) and that made him damn sexy. "If you want we could do that beautiful animal sex right now," he asserts.

"Louis!" Harry exclaimed in exasperation, grabbing his pants and quickly dressing. "We have to separate ourselves, do you understand this?" he said, almost desperate.

"I'm not getting a damn thing about what you're saying," he announced confused.

"What we did tonight wasn't sex!" he informed him, taking off his pyjama top and tossing it on the bed.

"Oh no?" Louis asked, looking at the boy's lean chest. "I remember coming an infinite number of times. And making you come just as many."

"Not that moment, I'm talking about after," he snapped, rolling his eyes.

Louis had a flash in which he remembers what he both had done. I mean, they didn't really have a damn thing, they just talked and he - he opened up to Harry like never before. His heart started beating again as he remembered the wonderful feeling he had felt seeing their hands intertwined.

"It's one thing to cheat with sex," Harry muttered, grabbing the burgundy sweater he'd loaned him yesterday and he was forced to wear again. "It's another to betray with feelings."

Louis opened his mouth softly. "The feelings?" he asked, thrilled.

Harry blushed. "Forget what I said. I have to go, I'm late for work and I also have to go home to change. I can't wear this stupid sweater."

"I could lend you something else if you want," he shrugged. "Some bullshit shirts like that."

Harry seemed to think about it. "No" he shook his head. "I prefer my wardrobe."

"And when can I get my beautiful sweater back?"

"Probably never," he smiled.

Louis just laughed. "Anyway," he began more seriously. "Harry-I, I shouldn't have told you those things," he said, biting his lip. "Do you know what it might mean if news like this came out?"

Harry stared at him in agony. "Do you really think I would be able to do such a thing?" he asked, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Do you think I could really go to the press to do such a mean thing to you?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "I hope not."

Harry shook his head. "I would never do that," he said in a disgusted tone. "Even if the person dealing with the secret in question is an idiotic jerk. Your secret is safe with me," he finally stated, quickly exiting the room and slamming the door loudly.

Louis snorted, throwing his head back and insulting himself internally.