Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 19

I stop Harry in the hallway Tuesday morning. "Do you wanna skip last period with me?"

He takes a step closer to me, then begins tying my tie as though he does it every day. "Have you turned into a rebel, Prince Louis?"

I roll my eyes, but I can't hide my smile. "It's only one period. I'm hardly a rebel yet."

"And what do you have in mind?"

"I wanna get a tattoo."

He stops doing what he's doing, then raises an eyebrow at me. "Really?"

"I want the first letter of my mom's name. It's nothing major, but I would like for you to come with me."

He smiles, letting his fingers trail down my tie when he's done. "Maybe I'll get one, too."

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a definite yes."

"I'll wait for you outside, then."

He tugs on my tie gently. "I can't wait."

"Do you wanna..." I pause, looking at his fingers while he keeps playing with my tie. "How do feel about skipping the entire day instead?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I think that's more of a question for you."

"I believe I need to let loose a little. And there's no one I'd rather do it with."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

I resist the urge to kiss him, then lead us outside instead, drunk on something I can't explain—adrenaline, probably. I know it's not a big deal to skip school, but I've never done it before, so I'm allowed to feel excited, regardless of how silly it is.

"I want out of this outfit," Harry says, putting on his seatbelt. "I refuse to wear it when I don't have to."

"I figured."

I don't mind making a detour, so I stop by his house and follow him inside. I sit quietly on his bed, waiting patiently while I watch him change into a pair of jeans. My eyes are fixed on him while he looks for a shirt, fixed on the way his muscles move beneath his skin. 

"Do you—" He stops himself, catching me staring. "My eyes are up here, Louis."

I let my eyes meet his. "Sorry."

He smirks. "Do you need to change, too?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Really?"

"I don't mind wearing my uniform."

He tilts his head, studying me. "Really?"

I chuckle. "I'm perfectly fine, Harry. I just need my tie off, that's all."

"So you don't wanna borrow a shirt?"

I hesitate, realising I never gave him back the one I borrowed last time. "I already have one at home. I don't wanna steal another one."

"I absolutely do not mind."

I blush furiously, which is so fucking silly. "Fine, but I want one that's used."

He frowns, then chuckles. "Elaborate, please." 

"I just... if it's clean, then it doesn't smell like you. And I like the way you smell."

He blushes, too, possibly harder than I did. "I think there's one in my bed... somewhere."

I turn around to search through his duvet, finding it quickly enough. I leave it next to me while I take off my tie and unbutton my shirt. I can feel Harry's eyes on me, but I definitely don't mind. It's been going on for weeks now, he and I being unable to touch each other while undressing. It's all watching and admiring and keeping our distance because we're afraid of crossing the line. I'm tired of looking at him and not being brave enough to touch him.