See You Again || L.S. || ✅

Chapter Sixteen

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"What are you doing?" Louis asks groggily after sitting up in bed.

His head hangs over the edge of the white comforter that sits atop of his naked body, the white sheets scrunched up to cover up to his waist.

His eyes are focused on the boy that sits in the bedroom floor, torso bare as he is only wears athletic shorts.

His body is moving at a rapid pace, his knees bent as his back hits the floor, the comes back up, his hands behind his head.

"Sit-ups." Harry answers back curtly, focusing on his breath and the sweat that drops down his forehead.

Louis hums, keeping his eyes on Harry's body, the torso gleaning with sweat, showing off his prominent abs that flex every time Harry sits up.

"You're hot." Louis blurts out without a second thought, his cheeks quickly tinting pink as he burrows his face into the soft comforter in embarrassment.

He doesn't hear a reply so he just lays there silently, his eyes blinking although they're stuffed into the blanket.

He suddenly feels a hand threading softly through his hair, and only then he deems it safe enough to look.

His head tilts upwards and he's met with green eyes, only inches from him, and a small smile on the other boys lips.

Harry is kneeling beside the bed, his breaths coming out quite labored but his focus is solely on Louis and his bedhead.

After moments of silence and just the two boys looking at each other, Harry speaks up. "Don't hide from me, Love." He whispers, and Louis can't do anything except let his cheeks grow red.

He smiles, biting his bottom lip trying to suppress it, and he sees Harry's eyes fall to his mouth, so he can't help it when his tongue quickly flicks out over them.

Harry slides his hand down from Louis' hair to tuck some behind his ear, to just having his palm resting against Louis' cheek.

Louis sucks in a short breath, knowing no matter how many times Harry looks at him this way, he'll never get over it or the butterflies it gives him.

"Hmm," Louis hums when Harry's thumb runs up and down his cheekbone so softly, the whole thing could have been Louis' imagination.

His eyes can't help but flutter close from the touch, leaning more into it as he feels Harry's warm breath spread across his face.

He expects it, but it still somewhat catches him off guard when he feels the press of another pair of lips on top of his in a soft manner.

Louis immediately falls pliant under Harry's touch so Harry brings his hand up, holding Louis' chin with two fingers, his thumb pressing against his chin.

The thoughts about morning breath fly out the window on Harry's part, honestly he couldn't care less.

He just thrives under the touch of Louis, even if it's just their mouths touching, it's so intimate, Harry doesn't ever want it to stop.

Louis lets his mouth fall open and lets Harry invade it with his tongue, no thoughts on stopping until Harry's fingers flit across the skin of Louis' hips, causing goosebumps to break out over them as Louis laughs. 

Harry pulls back with an eyebrow raised, "Ticklish?" He smirks and Louis' freezes, mouth open before he's quickly shaking his head. "No."  

Harry nods slowly, letting Louis let out a breath because Harry believes him, until only moments later Harry's hands are creeping all over his body, tickling him silly.