Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Thirty One Days

I NEED A HOBBY.

I should stop talking. Ok. ENJOY and it's short. 

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Louis's eyes fluttered open as he woke up to the sound of bird chirping outside his window. He could hear the cars driving around in the rain making the rushing noises. He heaved the sheets off himself and sat up on his bed.

He remembered having this weird dream last night and yes, it was one that had gotten him horny. Louis groaned not wanting to think about and who it was about. It was of the past. There was no need to worry about it. Louis stretched and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He shrugged the dream off wondering what life would bring to him today. He leaned back on the bed and suddenly felt something warm and sticky. As Louis's hand shot away, he twisted around to see what looked like a wet patch on his bed.

And that could only mean one thing.

His eyes widened and his heart beat raced in panic. He'd of course had wet dreams before, but his mind had gone blank. Louis had forgotten what to do.

The first that popped to his mind through it all was to call someone. So he grabbed his phone off the bedside table and speed dialed Zayn.

"Fuck Zayn I had a wet dream."

Zayn gave a giggle in delight not sounding groggy at all. "Ohh did you get it on with Eleanor last night?"

"Actually no I didn't," Louis said swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Oh."

"Yeah I know. Help me out here."

"Don't you know how to deal with this? It's like part of every teenage boys teenage hood!"

"Yeah but I'm freaking out here! I can't remember!" Louis hissed paranoid that Harry might be listening.

Zayn gave an exhausted sigh from his end of the phone. "Just rip the sheets on the bed and throw them in the washing machine."

"Okay now remember now," The older boy replied. He was relieved that his memory came back. After the two boys muttered their goodbyes and hung up, Louis wasted no time ripping his sheets of the bed and chucking them into the washing machine as quietly as possible.

"What are you doing?" A voice asked making Louis jump. He turned around to see a topless Harry scratching at his deformed curls. Louis looked Harry up and down and swallowed.

Louis blinked at the younger boy for a moment trying to find his words. "Cleaning my sheets."

"Did you piss your pants or something. Too scared to go pee in the dark," Harry teased sleepily as he rubbed at his eyes.

It was like Louis's mind couldn't keep up with his own mouth. "Yes." The older boy tried keeping a mutual face when in the inside he was hitting his own head regretting his choice of words.

"You had a wet dream didn't you." Harry was sleepy but he definitely wasn't dumb. He knew everything. By the smirk on the younger boy's face, Louis knew no matter how much he denied it, Harry would never believe him. Louis wasn't a bad liar, he had gotten away with lots of things from lying. But there was a point of knowing someone too well and being able to see through every little thing they said.

"No."

"Aw Louis had a wet dream," Harry chuckled flashing a dimple as he smirked. Louis felt his heart beat quicken with panic.

It was nothing to be ashamed of. Every boy had wet dreams. But to Louis, who it was about that was the scary part.

Harry didn't stop with the teasing now that he looked more awake. "Tell me who was it about. I'm guessing it's Eleanor." The curly haired raised an eyebrow at Louis but then held up his right hand. "Wait don't tell me, I don't want to hear the details."