another stupid hate song

Chapter 1

Louis turned back to Harry and pointed a finger at Harry's chest with an accusing look.

"Don't pretend you don't remember making out with me at that fucking party Harry!" Louis yelled

"I don't pretend anything for fuck's sake! I was high at most parties I went to this year, I don't fucking remember!" Harry said louder

"Well, I do remember. I wasn't high or drunk. You know, if you didn't want to kiss me or if I was a bad kisser you could have just said so instead of leaving me like shit and then pretending to forget!" Louis said, reddened cheeks because of anger, or alcohol or maybe both.

"For fuck's sake, Louis! if I ever had a single chance to kiss a guy like you don't you think I would've taken it?! You're fucking gorgeous and smart and talented!"

"Oh please, Harry, don't play that card with me! I've had enough of this shit!"

"I mean it! Why don't you want to believe it! I would kiss you right now just to prove you wrong and-"

"Then kiss me" Louis interrupted him, arms crossed with a challenging look

Harry stared at him for a second then took a confident step forward. He put his hands on both of Louis' hips. Louis stood on his tiptoes to reach Harry's lips, his hands on the taller one's neck. They pressed their lips together and moved them, slowly but fiercely. Harry bent down so Louis' foot set back on the ground. As Harry deepened the kiss, he grabbed Louis' bum and pushed him against his car. their bodies were pressed against each other's and they could feel the heat of both their bodies against one another.

Harry stepped away a little and they took a breath.

"You're not a bad kisser, though you could still improve" Harry said

"Shut up" Louis rolled his eyes

"Make me" Harry replied, smirking

Louis pulled Harry closer to him and brushed his lips against Harry's, he looked at his lips and then his green eyes, Harry following his gaze.

"You're the one who should improve, you know? Maybe when you're not drunk or high, you're a better kisser and clear-headed. Right now you're dreaming about kissing and grabbing the arse of someone you don't even like and doesn't like you either" Louis said before pushing Harry away

"What?" Harry asked confused

Louis disappeared and Harry woke up, his eyes opening abruptly.

He was in his flat, alone in his bed. What the hell was this dream? no, not this dream, this nightmare. He took his phone from the bedside table and turned it on. It was 4:36 a.m. damn, he was so thirsty. He got up off his bed half asleep and poured himself a glass of water, dropping a bit on the floor. Fuck. Harry groaned and he looked at the floor.

He widened his eyes as he looked at his cock. He was hard. This couldn't be true. No. Unbelievable.

He drank his water and decided to go back to bed to forget about all this. something must have happened in his dream that he forgot about, he couldn't be hard because of Louis. Impossible. No. Fucking. Way.

....

Harry woke up again at 7 a.m. He didn't dream again that night, thank god. He went to his bathroom and took a shower before getting dressed. He brushed his teeth, took his keys and then left his flat.

On his way to school he called Niall.

"Hey"

"What's up mate!" Niall said happily, as always.

"I'm on my way to school, do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yes! I'm with a friend, does it bother you if he comes with us?"