Poison

Chapter 3

okay, this is short and horrible but an update none the less so enjoy 

Louis POV

                I was lying in my bed and it was about 12pm. I don’t know what got into me earlier, I just wanted Harry. Ever since I seen him on the street that day I’ve wanted him. He’s… cute? Yes he is cute, but sometimes he is downright sexy. It’s weird how I can go from wanting to cuddle him to wanting to fuck him so hard he won’t be able to walk or vice versa. I still find it funny how, on the first day we met Harry told me that I dressed like I was gay…. I didn’t tell him then but I am gay. I’ve known for quite some time but most people don’t suspect it, which is surprising.

I felt bad that I had left Harry all alone, but I just had to get away from him before I did something I would regret. I was almost certain he wasn’t gay, and with the business he is in he could most likely get someone to end me. Now I know, or at least hope, Harry would do no such thing.

After a good while of contemplating I decided to go and check on him. Harry is in a new house, with a stranger and he might be hungry…. I step out of me room and walk the oh so short distance of two steps to his door.

I didn’t know if I should knock, or just walk in since it is my house. I decided to knock; freaking him out on the 1st day would not be good. I knocked on the hard wood of the door and when I had finished the 3rd one Harry opened the door, headphones in one ear and hair a complete mess. He looked as if he just had sex, which was a good look for him. I smirked and he gave me a questioning look., pulling the headphone out of his ear.

“Just checking on you” I said, explaining myself before he had the chance to ask what I needed.

“Oh…Im good…just…thirsty? And maybe hungry?” he said, but it was more of a question, like he didn’t want to bother me with his needs.

“Well I can order Chinese or pizza, my cooking is shit.” I told him being honest; I couldn’t cook to save my life.

“Really? I’ll have to teach you sometime” he said with a smile. He could cook? Oh how I wanted him to teach me.

“But for now I suppose Chinese would suffice” he finished and I smiled, one because I loved Chinese and two, because I couldn’t wait for my cooking lesson.

“Good” I said grabbing the phone and dialing the number I had memorized.

Our Chinese food had long been gone and we were now sitting on the couch talking with the sound of the forgotten movie in the background.

Harry had told me how his mom and dad died and he couldn’t handle his sister’s husband so he left. He told me how one night he was walking through the park and some guy offered him an escape. He bought it for only 30$ and realized that he could make money like that. Day after day he would help the same guy from the park and soon he didn’t need him and he had his own business. I could tell he wasn’t proud but he had money and in this world that’s all you need.

In return I told Harry how school wasn’t my forte and how I had dropped out of college. How I had gotten a job, and everything was okay but then I screwed up and got fired. I hadn’t been through near as much as him and I felt bad complaining about how I dropped out and he never even had the chance to go to college… then I remembered… I don’t even know how old this guy is. Im not sure if asking him would be creepy but I decide to do it anyways.

“Harry…” I shyly speak “H-how old are you?” I ask. He looks young and im hoping he isn’t too young or my thoughts from earlier would really make this whole living arrangement awkward.

“Im 19” he answered and I sighed with relief.

“why?” he asks and I’m torn between two reasons. 1: because I want to fuck him and 2: because he was homeless. Obviously number one is too forward so I choose number 2

“Oh, its just… you look young and you didn’t have a home and I was just wondering” I say, feeling a bit nervous with the way he is looking at me… he’s almost… smirking? Hell he is smirking at me. I feel my heart pick up speed as he leans forward a bit, balancing with his hands on either side of my knees.

“Don’t worry… Im legal.” He just about whispers into my ear, and then goes back to his previous position: sitting at the other end of the couch, feet propped up on my legs. I gather back my ability to move and look up at him and he shoots me a wink.

I almost cave, I almost give in and let him reel me in so easily but something tells me to play his game.

“Cheeky bastard” I say with a smile and move his legs to the side. As I walk past him I ruffle his hair and head to my room.

“Goodnight” I say throwing a wave, even though he is behind me. “Oh, and my offer from earlier still stands, if you get cold” I add, deciding to be extra flirty.

I hear him chuckle and then my door is closed an Im on my bed, face down regretting everything I just said. Why am I always so cheeky around him then regret it once Im alone? My logic is so screwed up…

I wake up to complete darkness. There is a weight on my chest I don’t remember going to sleep with, that unusual. I try to get up but there is something, or rather someone on top of me. I look down and Im instantly met with a mop of brown curls.

Harry? Why would he be in my room?

“Harry.” I say and he stirs a bit.

“Harry?” I say again shaking his bare arm.

“mmm” he groans while lifting off me.

He has no shirt. Neither do i…

But I hardly ever sleep with a shirt so its not that weird.

“Oh, hey Lou. What time is it?” he asks

Lou? Did he call me Lou? Whats going on

“Um its like 3am” I say and he winks at me

“I don’t think I can go for a round 2 tonight babe”

What the fuck? Round 2 of what?

I pull the covers back to get out of bed and I nearly faint at the sight.

Harry and I are both NAKED! Like fully naked and then it hits me what he meant by ‘round 2’

Holly fuck we had sex?

I’ve never had sex with a guy. I mean I’ve experimented but this…..not this….

“Where are you going baby?” he says pulling me back to the bed.

“Are you that mad? Because if you are I suppose I could go for another round…” he says with a wink.

I don’t even remember the first time…

Without a warning his lips are on my neck and Im a moaning mess under him. His hand slowly trails down my torso.

“Lou” he says and I want him to just touch me already.

“mmm” I moan, not being able to form words.

“Louis?” he says again but he sounds distant, and he has stopped touching me.

“Harry?” I ask and I hear a confused laugh

“Louis, uum.. I think you have a errrm problem” harry says with another laugh.

I open my eyes and am met with bright sunlight and an amused Harry standing at the foot of my bed. Im confused about what has happened until I see a small lump in the duvet where my crotch is and my dream comes back to me.

I had a wet dream about Harry… and he woke me up from it….

Someone kill me.