When Worlds Collide

Chapter Three: "Be a man!"

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Louis pounded on the wooden closet door. "Harry!" he cried slamming his sore fists on the door. Harry wasn't answering him and he had already tried the doorknob, only to find it to be locked. How could he have been so stupid? Whenever he saw Harry he got a funny feeling in his stomach. No matter how much he told himself it wasn't true, it was. He was in love with his best friend. One mistake, one stupid mistake had ruined everything. Louis felt a salty tear trace a line down his cheek.

All of a sudden, Louis felt a hand on his shoulder. Out of frustration, he slammed his head on the door and leaned on it for a moment.

"The key to the closet door; you know what to do," an Irish voice muttered slipping a metal object into Louis' hand. Louis gripped the key. The hand left his shoulder and he heard footsteps travel back down the hallway. Pushing himself off the door, he shoved the key into the lock and turned it. Scanning the small room for his best friend, Louis spotted him under his favorite jacket; Louis always wore it on tour.

Louis bent down and studied the sleeping boy. He tried to suppress his need to undress him, so he instead pushed the hair out of Harry's face and laid down next to him. Scooting closer to his friend, Louis brushed his lips softly against Harry's cheek.

Harry's eyes fluttered open. He didn't understand how Louis got into the closet, as he could have sworn he had locked the door. He studied Louis' face, and gave him a confused look.

Louis shook his head at him, and pressed his lips against Harry's. Harry’s lips parted in a gasp, the electricity almost too much to handle. He tried to pull away but Louis gripped the back of Harry's head and kept him in place. The two panting boys pulled apart and stared at each other in shock.

"I love you, Louis," Harry finally breathed, pulling the Doncaster boy into a hug. So many times before he had said the words, but they had been spoken by the lips of a boy to his friend Now he spoke them as man who wanted more than mere friendship. He had wanted this for so long, yet had never before had the courage.

Louis squeezed the curly-headed boy in his arms, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt shocked, but he wasn’t surprised. He had thought that it would take them a lot longer to reach this place, but now that they were here he wasn’t complaining. "I love you too, Hazza,” he whispered. This day he had dreamed of so many times was finally happening.

Louis pulled away, intending to leave the closet and let the others know that Harry was okay, but quickly leaned forward and pecked Harry on the lips. Harry moaned, lifting a hand to tuck it behind Louis’ neck to keep him in place. The other boy did not pull away this time.

Harry took the lead. He wanted Louis. A part of him knew that he was hammered and that this probably wasn’t a good idea because the management would probably try to split them, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that he couldn’t get enough of the feel of Louis’ lips against his, of his hard body pressed against him, or the rhythmic beat of his heart beating in harmony to his own. Soon enough, his mere lips were not enough to still the growing fire inside of him. He drew back for a moment to allow them both to breathe, then kissed Louis again, running his tongue hopefully along his bottom lip. Almost immediately, Louis slowly opened his mouth for him and Harry slowly eased inside.

The kiss started out slow, but it quickly gained heat and passion. Louis, the more dominant, took over. While Harry’s hands tangled in his hair and their tongues learned each other, Louis was pushing his own hands under the hem of his shirt, learning the lean muscles that he had so far only observed with his eyes. He felt Harry’s breathing quicken as their lips parted briefly again for air, and his hands wandered down to the waistband on his jeans.