Oh I Do Like Guys, Just Not You (L.S)

Chapter 10

They haven't exactly discussed the practicality of their relationship, and therefore Harry doesn't know if he's supposed to text Louis if he feels like hooking up or if that's reserved for sleepovers, so he decides on doing nothing at all until Louis takes charge. Admittedly, it's not a great plan, but it's the best Harry can do right now, too scared to ruin whatever is happening between him and Louis.

The week, however, carries promises of a definite 'next time', as several lingering glances are shared between the boys - much to Niall's entertainment. The Irish boy spent Monday afternoon at the football pitch with Harry, hitting him excitedly every time Louis would be distracted by their presence and has continuedly done so ever since.

Several times, their fingers graze each other's during conversations with the other boys or when they're simply crossing in the halls.

Harry is well aware that they're probably quite obvious, but he can't really bring himself to care, too wrapped up in the enticing older boy.

And he knows, he shouldn't let the butterflies spark freely whenever Louis texts him goodnight with little winking emojis. He really shouldn't, but it's not like he's crushing on Louis or anything, the whole thing between them is just new and exciting and the sex is good.

Mostly, Harry spends his week looking forward to a party on Friday, hosted by one of the seniors. As usual, he charmed his way to an invite for not only him, but Zayn and Niall as well, and he knows for a fact that Louis will be there, considering Liam is going, and the two of them always party together. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have high expectations for the night.

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He meets up with Zayn and Niall at his house almost three hours before the party starts, as Harry is in desperate need for fashion advice, suddenly beginning to feel a bit nervous as the party nears.

When Zayn arrives, Niall is already splayed across Harry's bed while Harry rummages through his closet, only wearing boxers and a towel on his head.

"Zayn babe, please help Harry before he has a stroke," Niall laughs, as he has given up on saving the stressed boy in front of him.

Harry is currently holding up two different shirts and judging by his facial expressions, none of them will do.

Instead of helping, Zayn opts for dropping down on the bed with Niall, rolling his eyes. "You have about a hundred shirts you can leave unbuttoned and look hot, Haz. Just pick one so we can start drinking already."

Inaudible grunts are all that returns from the closet, but Harry soon emerges in a floral-patterned shirt, halfway open and still no pants.

"Jeez fine Zayn. Do you think these boxers are good enough? Will Louis like them?"

Within a second, two pillows are flying across the room, headed straight for Harry's head, as the other boys groan loudly.

"You need to control yourself, Harold" and "TMI. TM - fucking - I" are simultaneously yelled across the room as Harry dresses himself laughingly.

***

After the situation Zayn and Niall describes as traumatizing and Harry describes as hilarious, they begin drinking on Zayn's request, and Harry sips quietly on a fruity drink, already excited to get to the party.

They leave approximately two hours later much to Harry's dismay, as he would have preferred something closer to five minutes to which the boys called him too horny and told him to control himself - pretty fair comments, Harry had to admit, but none the less he wanted to go earlier.

As they arrive to the party, it's already in full motion, teenagers flooding through the house and onto the front lawn where people seem to be sprinkled randomly about.