My Bully's Brother

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A/N: the cliff hanger is going to wipe you all out so i'm sorry in advance

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The next morning, Harry wakes up with a pounding headache and the distant urge to empty his stomach but he manages to keep a hold of himself. He looks around at his surroundings and notices that a tan arm is draped across his waist and the room is a lot lighter than it was when the pair fell asleep.

Harry turns to his right to stare at Louis as he sleeps, watching as he lets out small puffs of air and hums occasionally.

I wonder what he's dreaming out.

The boy then rakes his eyes down to Louis' chest where the duvet has been pulled down and blushes again. At the sight, Harry suddenly seems to remember trying to get Louis to do something sexual with him last night but luckily the older boy didn't let it get too far.

Not that he would of regretted it but it would have been nice to remember something like that fully.

However, Harry's not drunk anymore and he does remember Louis briefly acknowledging that they could do something the next day—aka now.

On that note, Harry carefully gets out of bed before skipping to the bathroom to brush his teeth—just in case—and takes some paracetamol for his hungover which took longer to swallow then Harry will ever admit but we all have our weaknesses, Harry's just happens to be swallowing pills. Two minutes later he returns into the bedroom and not surprisingly, Louis is still fast asleep. The curly boy slowly gets back into bed and snuggles into Louis' chest before delicately tracing his finger along the older boy's tattoos.

Not long after, Louis starts to stur awake and soon enough he is opening his eyes with a tired smile. "Good morning, little one."

"Morning, sorry I didn't mean to wake you." Harry mumbles shyly before retreating his hand away from Louis' chest.

"It's okay baby, I don't really mind what I'm waking up to." Louis smirks and kisses Harry's cheek. "I'm gonna use the bathroom quickly."

Harry watches Louis leave the room before quickly hopping out of bed. The boy doesn't really understand why but ever since last night he's had a massive urge to suck Louis off again and he plans to put his plan into action now. Harry swiftly takes off his pyjama shorts leaving him in some plain baby pink panties and takes his shirt off, he then finds Louis' hoodie that Harry was wearing last night on the floor and slips that over his head (it only just covers Harry's arse so if it 'accidentally' slips upwards, Louis will have a nice view for sure). Harry then climbs back into bed just as Louis exits the bathroom.

"I brushed my teeth so I can kiss you properly." Louis grins and climbs to lie on top of Harry before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Louis pulls back with a chuckle. "Have you put my hoodie on?"

"Mhm, I still have your blue one here too." Harry giggles and points to his desk chair where the navy blue material is draped on top.

"You're going to end up clearing out all my clothes." Louis laughs and rolls off Harry so he's laying on the bed beside him.

Harry pouts and takes matters into his own hands by climbing on top of Louis' chest before snuggling into the older boy like a koala attaching itself to its favourite tree trunk. Louis smiles at how clingy Harry seems to be this morning and wraps his arms around the curly boy happily.

"I didn't do anything that bad last night, did I?" Harry mumbles against Louis' bare chest.

"Apart from being your adorable and innocent self, you were fine. Well you were giggling at everything- and I mean everything." Louis laughs and slides his hands down the boy's figure until he stops when he feels a lacy material under his finger tips. Louis takes a sharp intake of breath before deciding to distract himself by changing the subject. "How does your head feel?"