Hate That I Love You

Chapter 14

Louis touched his purple cheekbone with his fingertips as he stood in front of the mirror in his hotel room. He didn't really want to go home, surely Lottie would have given him some absurd lectures, while his father would have laughed and told him that it was a half-sock that had been laid down by an effeminate noble.

Without considering the concerns of his mother or the intrusive questions of all the little ones.

No, it was much better to sleep in the hotel that night.

He cursed through gritted teeth when he barely touched him with his fingertips: noble or not he had a nice right, holy shit.

He snorted profusely then decided it was time to leave the room's bathroom and get dressed, the hotel bathrobe wasn't as soft as his and he, well, had delicate skin.

As soon as he went into the room, however, he saw in front of him, wearing a black trench coat, a familiar figure, from behind, looking with his arms crossed at the view of the room through the window panes.

"You weren't at the awards ceremony," Harry said, immediately noticing his presence.

Louis smiled bitterly. "He knocked me out on the playing field," he reminded him. "I didn't have this desire to assist you."

Harry laughed, turning slowly to him. "Too bad. They won the game thanks to you. You deserved it."

"I'll have to do without my prize this time," he shrugged.

"No," Harry shook his head, moving closer to him. "I came to give it to you," he said, before putting his hands on his belt who was holding his trench coat closed and opening it.

In no time at all, he slid the garment down his arms, thus showing what he was wearing underneath.

Not that he wore much, after all. The only piece of clothing he wore was his shirt, with Tomlinson written on it, which he had delivered to him by Niall, otherwise he was completely naked.

Louis's eyes widened, gaping at him.

Admiring him with his mouth open. And Harry loved that look.

"I find it a little tight on the shoulders, you know?" he whispered, running his fingers gently on Louis's shoulders, still covered by the towel. "And maybe it doesn't fit me very well" he smiled, touching his neck with his hands, and then pushing them inside the bathrobe, opening it a little on the chest.

"N-no," Louis stammered. "Looks great on you," he managed to say.

"Oh well," he lifted a corner of his mouth, slowly bringing his hands to the tight rope at the waist of the robe. "Do you want to know what else looks great on me?" he asked him, untying the knot and opening it.

Louis watched again as Harry put his hands on his shoulders again and took off his robe with an almost exhausting slowness, knocking him to the ground and suddenly finding himself completely naked in front of him.

"W-what?" he managed to ask after a while.

"You," he replied, pulling it over and suddenly making their lips meet. Louis jumped at his unexpected response but, soon after, he returned the kiss, impetuous and full of teeth and tongue and pushed him onto the bed.

Then, he climbed on top of him and, smiling, resumed doing what he so loved to do.

Not having sex, no. But simply, kissing him.