Our Hands are Tied

Week 2: Day 4, Tuesday

A/N: GET THIS TO 280 comments by Friday and the next chapter will have 5000 words at least!

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Lying in bed at 2am remembering the events of the day before is really fun.

It's so fun, he was doing it.

Fun.

Harry (the bastard) was asleep, and admittedly very adorable.

Bastard.

Well, life is shitty. 

Yesterday was something he never wanted to repeat.

It was a very peaceful moment. Louis was lost in his thoughts, Harry was lost in his dreams. It was a very peacef-

You know what? Scrap that.

Harry was humping his leg.

He would wake Harry up to make fun of him... 

But he was very turned on.

VERY turned on.

A day in the life of Louis Tomlinson.

Ok- Now he had to wake Harry up.

"Harreh- wake the fuck up- you made me horny" his voice was deep- it would be amazing if he wasn't horny as fuck.

"Huh...?"

"You fookin made me horny!" He whisper-shouted.

"oH- h-how..?" 

 "You were humping my leg"

"Oh- Haha. I may of had a wet dream..."

"Fook you"

"Yes please, daddy"

How did Harry look so innocent says something so sinful?

"Wot was your dream about?"

"Oh we were fucking. But it was really kinky"

"How?"

"Handcuffs" the smirk on Harry's face was, well, concerning.

"It's your kinks that made me have this-" he gestured at his crotch "-which means it is now, in fact, your problem so you have to deal with it."

"I- I do not have to take responsibility for your boner!"

"Yes you fookin' do princess"

Oh- that had him. 

"I- oh my god."

And with that Harry was jerking him off.

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"Boys!"

The hell? It's 3-

No- it's, Jesus Christ, it's 8am.

School

Shit shit shit

"WAKE UP STYLES"

"AHH"

Harry fell out of the bed- pulling Louis with him, they fell in a gay heap on the floor.

"Harry! Louis! Come down here!"

Bad brain. Very bad brain.

Harry pulled him off the floor, looking disorientated. 

"M' mum's callin"

Harry's morning voice right now is sexier than normal.

"Why are y' starin' at m' like that?"