Rivals with Benefits

Chapter 11 - vulnerable

Louis' POV
     Practice was alright. The boys didn't give Harry too much shit just the usual glares like they were acting like they didn't even know him. But Harry looked upset. I kept looking over at him the whole time but he would never meet my eyes. I think even his mates knew something was up but they didn't ask any questions.

I watch him getting ready to leave as his whole team is already gone. I asked to talk to him earlier today but maybe he doesn't remember. To make sure I don't raise any suspicion I walk out early with Niall and Liam after practice leaving Harry and my mates behind. I quickly excuse myself from the boys and turn the corner so I can see when Harry comes by.

I look over to see that Harry is walking a bit in front of some of my teammates. His head is down and his shoulders are slumped. As he walks past me I grab his arm and pull him into the corner I'm in. I push him against the wall getting a little squeak out of him and wait for my mates to walk by. Luckily they don't notice me and Harry as they walk away.

I finally look at Harry to see his eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. It's then that I realize the compromising position we're in. My body is flush against his with one of my thighs in between his legs and pressing against his crotch. My hands are on either side of his torso and I'm leaning into him. My heart beat quickens as my face heats up.

I immediately back away from him and watch as he lets out a breathe he was holding in, "Sorry," I mumble not meeting his eyes as I feel my face burning.

"Um, it's okay," he assures me with his voice a bit higher pitched than usual.

"Anyways, about that meeting," I start so Harry knows why I dragged him here.

"Oh," he realizes.

I look up at him and give him a soft smile, "Do you want to discuss everything at my place?"

I honestly didn't mean to invite Harry over to my house, it just kind of slipped out.

"Okay," he smiles with a nod of his head.

"Great!" I beam, "You're driving again," I state handing him the keys.

He chuckles, "I'm not complaining, but I'm just curious. Why don't you drive?" he asks as we walk to my car.

I continue to look around to make sure none of the boys are still here and that they can't see us before saying, "I don't want to put your life in danger."

"Why? Are you a bad driver?" he nudges me and grins.

"No! I've never crashed!" I defend which makes him laugh, "I would just be too distracted," I inform him.

"By what?" he questions as we get into the car.

By you, oBviOuSLy.

"By things," I answer vaguely, "Now stop asking questions or I won't let you choose the music."

Harry gasps before holding up his hand and gesturing that his lips are sealed. I can't help but smile at him as I prop my feet up on the dash and he starts the car.

At least he seems to be in a better mood. I want to ask him how he's doing and what he's feeling but I'm not sure it's really my place. Maybe later.

Harry chooses to play Fleetwood Mac for the car ride. Good taste. Gives me even more reasons to like him. He tells me in detail all the drama that went on in the band, like for example the relationship between Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. It was a lot of information I didn't need to know but I was very invested in because it was Harry talking, and I could listen to Harry talk all day.

"That's a fucking mess," I laugh as he finishes. He shoots me a big smile before looking back at the road, "Apparently my band didn't have nearly enough drama to make it big."