Enemies?

7

The smut in this chapter was inspired by I wanna be your slave - måneskin

Louis pov:

"Your left man-boob hurts?" He tilts his head to the left in confusion whilst bopping my hair.

This dopey bitch-

I break out a laugh and wipe my face with a smile, scanning Harry's face for emotion only to see him smiling with a confused look in his eye.

"No Harry my left man-boob does not hurt you idiot" I roll my eyes, hands on each side of my thighs to hold myself up.

Harry shakes his head with a small smile, hair falling down onto his face slightly but he brushes it behind his ear.

I notice how fast my mood changed just because of Harry and one literally gesture. I'm glad the mood changed even if it was that quickly.

"But my thigh does..." I raise my eyebrows at him, watching his reaction.

"Could've told me that earlier" he puts the ice near my knee and scratches his head.

"I said thigh not knee, love" I  grab his hand and slide it onto my upper thigh. A flowing tingling sensation runs through my entire leg; probably become of the coldness of the ice but that wouldn't explain my smile and warm face.

Harry clears his throat, bringing his hand up to his mouth awkwardly but nonetheless he presses the ice against my thigh.

I see an opportunity to tease him.

"Now that I think about it, my back hurts" I think out loud, getting him to look me in the eye.

"Wait a sec I'll get more ice" I spins around on his heel and looks for more ice, bending down to the freezer. I will not accept I looked at his...well you know what.

I bring the ice higher up my inner thigh the slightest bit just in time it seems because Harry turns back to me with more ice in a plastic bag.

He holds one of the ice bags with his right hand which is on my thigh and the other one in his left hand, on my back.

"Did...it move?" He questions sounding panicked. He looks down on the ice to make sure I know what he's talking about but I see the way his eyes turn to the right and linger on that area for a small second.

"Nope" I pop the 'p' and open my mouth to speak.

"That's the wrong place on my back" I manoeuvre my arm and wrap a hand around his left forearm, pulling it to my lower back, looking at Harry's facial expressions. His eyes are wide with shock and eyebrows raised in excitement, I suppose, along with his mouth open a bit.

He swallows when my hand stops at my tail bone. I smirk noticeably and fix my posture, making his hand fall even more drowsily.

"You okay? You seem... off" my tone is evidently dripping with sarcasm. I want him to know I'm teasing.

He cocks an eyebrow, knowing and realising what is happening. We tease a lot- not that it's a good thing- so we can tell when we are doing this.

"I'm completely fine, princess" he says with a relaxed expression.

I wait for him to make a move in return to my ones.

I watch him lean into my ear, my posture slowly turning back into a slouching position, giving into him but scared.

"Spread 'em" he whispers in my ear, lips brushing against it.

Shivers run down my spine and of course Harry notices since his lips are pulled into a smirk as he pulls away from my face.