Graduation (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 16: "I'm coming over..."

Chapter 16: “I'm coming over..."

[Louis P.O.V.]

I tried to engage with the boys and Harry seemed really cheery tonight - I wonder why! - but I simply couldn’t burst out of my bubble. Harry had quietened me with his request. I had never known anyone so honest and natural before. I would take me weeks, maybe even forever, to approach someone with a request like that but he wanted it so he went out to get it… and nearly killed me in the process!

So, was I going to have sex tonight? It was very likely. The more I thought about banging into Harry from behind, the more aroused I got. The thought of his broad shoulders, long back and soft hair bun underneath me, jolting with every thrust… I could barely take it. I curled up on the floor next to the empty pizza box under the strain. I was bulging out of my jeans, my heart was pounding in my chest and my throat was dry because I’d been breathing heavily without realising. I had to get out of the room, I was burning up.

‘Louis mate’ observed Zayn, ‘you don’t look well.’

I stood up.

‘I need some air boys, I’ll be right back.’

I left the room. Harry looked very concerned as I stepped over him but I winked down at him to let him know that everything was okay. I was simply aroused to the point where there was no blood left in my head, that was all. I walked down the long corridor to my room, opened the door, manoeuvred into the darkness, strolled over to my bed by the window and flopped down onto my back. It was just what I needed it was really cold. I looked at my phone on my bedside table in the moonlight. I was expecting it to go off at any minute. I looked back up at the shadows across the ceiling, feeling my blood pressure calm down a bit. My phone vibrated. “1 Msg: Harry Styles”:

Harry:
Lou! Come back to me!

Louis:
Blood pressure is high mate!

Harry:
Lou! Come to me now!

Louis:
I need to take my jeans off…

Harry:
Oh… :)

I looked back up to the ceiling frowning in uncomfortableness. My bulge was huge and it was getting painful. I levered myself off the bed and un-popped the button of my jeans making my way to the bathroom in the moonlight when my phone vibrated again. I shook my jeans off to free my springing erection in my boxers and walked back to my phone.

Harry:
I’m coming over x

I looked up in sudden realisation. Was this it?! Was shit going down right now?! Didn’t we need to call a meeting or sign a fucking contract or something?! Luckily in my panic I did remember something a bit more logical - in the porn I’d seen on the internet the men always used some form of lubrication - I certainly didn’t have anything. Did Harry? I texted him:

Louis:
Bring stuff! :)

I threw my phone onto my bed in shock realising what I’d just said! I curled over in a nervous wreck with my face in my hands. I wanted to cry in scared laughter there were so many different emotions to cope with, I simply couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I didn’t have time to laugh or cry though - Harry had already arrived!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I swear my heart toppled out of my chest. I carefully ran to the door in the moonlight and opened it. Harry looked amazing on the other side like a special delivery straight from my dreams, his soft dimpled smile perfectly complimented by his cream shirt. He was standing with his hands clasped behind his back smartly as if he was waiting to be invited in.