I'm In Love With The Brown-Haired Boy//L.S//

Chapter Twelve

"Mmm, fuck," Harry moans as I take all of him in my mouth. "Shit," he says, biting down on his bottom lip.

I continue to suck his cock faster and more aggressively, picking up my pace with each pump, making sure not to break eye contact. I use my hand to cover the rest of what I can't take. "Fuck, right there," he groans, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulsing my head back and forth.

"Fuck," Harry lets out a loud moan, pushing into the back of my throat as he releases, causing me to gag. I pull him out of my mouth and swallow what he left behind.

"Harry, I'm going to beat your fucking ass!" Gemma yells, her voice filled with rage from downstairs.

"Shit," Harry and I say in unison. He quickly pulls up his pants and buttons them while I rush to my backpack, grabbing a bunch of schoolwork and throwing it onto the floor. We sit down, acting like we're studying just as Gemma bursts through the door with a furious look on her face.

"Did you eat my food that I specifically told you not to eat?" she yells before her gaze suddenly lands on me. She looks surprised and immediately softens her tone. "Oh, sorry, Louis. I didn't know you were here."

"We were just... studying," Harry blurts out, sounding incredibly suspicious.

"I don't care if you two were in here fucking; I just want to know where my food went. I know it didn't just grow legs and walk off, so where the fuck is it, Harry?" she demands, staring him down.

"I don't know why you're looking at me," Harry says defensively.

"Because you'd be the one to eat it, dipshit."

"Well, I didn't, so can you please leave us alone?"

"Fine, but I swear, if my food doesn't magically appear by tonight, I will pick you up by your throat and shove you out that window. Okay?" she says, pointing to the window directly behind us.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Harry mutters, rolling his eyes. He picks up a pencil and pretends to look at the papers scattered on the floor, as if we were actually doing work.

Gemma glares at him one last time before turning around and closing the door behind her as she heads back downstairs.

"Well, I should go," I say, standing up and gathering all the papers and supplies back into my bag.

"Okay... yeah, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he asks, his tone uncertain.

"Yeah," is all I say before walking out of his room and heading back to my car.

***

I get back home, and the girls are all on the couch, cuddled up in blankets, watching a movie with my mom. I walk in the front door and gently close it, hoping not to disturb them. I head to my room and set my bookbag down on the floor. Turning on the light, I plop down onto my bed. I still can't fathom everything that has happened over the past week. Anytime my mind wanders to Harry, I just think about what we've been doing. What do you mean Harry Styles likes men?

I sit on my bed, drowning in my thoughts. Harry's not actually gay—he just wants to try it. But he wouldn't have me do it over and over if he didn't like it. What if I want to be on the receiving end? Would he even do that? What if he doesn't like men at all and just doesn't know how to tell me that he doesn't want me to do it anymore?

I shoot up from my bed, trying to silence my thoughts before I make myself sad.

"Louis, dinner's ready!" Lottie calls from down the hall.

"Alright, I'm coming!" I yell back. I stand up from my bed and make my way down the hall and into the kitchen.

"What did you make? It smells delicious," I say, rounding the corner.