Secret Addiction (L.S)

Prolouge

"Good morning, Harry." I felt my heart pounding furiously in my chest as Louis Tomlinson, our track team's captain greeted me. His bright blue eyes were shimmering in the morning sun.

"Morning." Mumbling, I kept my eyes on the ground avoiding any and all eyes contact.

Chuckling lightly Louis walked up to me and sound an arm over my shoulder. The contact alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine. "Not a morning, huh? I always pegged you for an early riser, eager to start the day."

I was a morning person. I was up before the sun everyday, even on weekends. That had nothing to do with my current mood.

"Ready for this trip? We are going to make nationals this year, man. I just know it. With an Harry up out sleeve, there is no doubt in my mind." Louis guided my body toward the bus, taking the tiny duffel bag from my hand and handing it to one of the other guys before pushing me toward the steps.

I hurried into the bus, taking a seat near the front and keeping my head down as my teammates trickled in. Louis was the last to board, doing a quick roll call before taking a seat on the bench next to me. Looking around. I noted that there were several empty seats on the bus.

Why had he chosen to sit next to me?

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as his muscular thigh brushed against mine and I quickly looked out the window, trying desperately to calm my racing heart and wandering mind.

"Here." I looked over to see Louis handing me an earbud attached to a cord. When I didn't take it, he held up his phone to show me the movie cued up on his screen. "We can share and watch it together."

Not wanting to be rude, I forced a smile on face and took the bud, popping it into my ear and settling back in my seat. It was a six-hour bus ride and if nothing else maybe it would distract me for the places that my mind was threatening to go.

An hour into the movie I realized how wrong I was.

So, so fucking wrong.

Had he chosen this movie on purpose? Why?

My eyes widened as I watched the two men on the screen kiss passionately. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I peered over at Louis. His eyes were on me. Not the screen.

I dreamt of kissing him nearly every night sins ever I had met him. The dreams were confusing, playing in my mind. I had never had a girlfriend, but I knew I wasn't gay.

My gaze flickered down to his lips, and I watched in awe as his tongue darted out, sliding over his lower hip. My breathing hitched, my hand clasping at the soft sweat pant material that was covering my thighs.

His own glazed lowered but it went much further than my lips. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized they were now settled on the very obvious tent in my grey sweatpants. My hand flew up to cover it, the friction making me grit my teeth and bit my lip.

Even the sound of the movie playing in my ear, I could hear the dee shuddering breath that Louis released. I quickly pulled the bud out and handed it back to him. "I'm going to try and get some sleep."

Turning my head, I rested my cheek on the cool glass of the windows next to me and squeezed my eyes shut. The heat radiating from his body next to mine was warming my body from the inside out.

We had a track meet in Strandville the following morning and were traveling today, staying in the motel when we got there. I pretended to sleep for the rest of the trip but I couldn't ignore the sensations rippling through me as his thigh pressed tightly to mine.

When we reached the city limits, Louis stood up holding a clipboard in his hand. "All right, settle down and listen! I want each of you choose form your roommates to come to reception to check in. The other will be responsible for unloading and carrying the bags of both teammates. I will call out your names, so you'll know who you will be staying with..."