Obviously

Chapter 7

As he walked to collect the other three, Louis recalled the taken-aback face of his younger bandmate. He couldn't blame Harry, even Louis was surprised by the aggression in his tone. He didn't mean to be rude towards Taylor, as much as he hated to admit it, he liked having her around, it was kind of like she was another one of the guys--the way she played Mario Kart and drank with them; she was a good time.

Before his knuckles could even rap on the door a second time, Niall had flung it wide open and was racing past Louis knowing that it must have been a call to eat. Liam and Zayn were not far behind. Liam followed after Niall who had grabbed him by the hand and dragged him down the hall at warp speed. Zayn, however, matched his pace to Louis and contemplated his expression. 

Zayn had noticed the change in Louis' behavior and wanted to give his friend some time to vent before being thrown back into the loud ambiance that followed the five boys wherever they went--even without the microphones they could create enough noise to fill a stadium just the five of them on a random Friday night in a random hotel in a random country, it was but it could get tiresome. 

"Lou, you good?"

"Hm?... Oh, yea, yea, I'm good, why?" Louis performance career ended at music, it was clear to Zayn that the small, yet feisty, tattooed boy walking with him was anything but ok.

"Bull."

"What?"

"Bull, you're not okay."

"No, I'm fine, I swear, just tired is all. I may still be a little hungover too, not sure."

"Alright, well, lets get some food in you then should solve the problem."

"Yea."

Louis wished that the problem could be solved just by putting more food in his stomach. While it might calm the spins he still got with any drastic movements, it would not subdue the spins every time he looked at Harry and saw the pained expression flicker across his face. But why? What had he done to hurt him? Sure he hadn't controlled his tone around Taylor as well as he should have, but since when was he ever known to control his tone? And plus, Harry committed the first offense being so cuddly with her on the couch, Louis didn't mind them being into one another, but he was never and would never be a fan of PDA. 

Zayn and Louis entered the room to find the other boys had almost finished devouring their room service orders, they quickly joined the bunch and began to scarf down their food. Nothing seemed off, Harry and Louis kept a respectful distance from one another, but everyone was determined to ignore it for the sake of avoiding an awkward "feelings" talk--those were never a good idea while someone was pissed for losing a Mario Kart race, someone else was gloating, and everyone was generally hungover. 

After enough races were complete, and each boy was satisfied with their ratio of wins to losses, Niall, Liam, and Zayn returned to their room for another nap. Louis and Harry were left in the loudest silence imaginable.

"So..."

"Hm?"

"Oh nothing, nothing, I didn't say anything."

Another heavy silence passed before Harry lunged at the only thing that he thought might break the tension.

"You know, I don't care that you saw it, right?"

"Saw what?"

"My penis. It's really not a big deal."

"Oh, that, right, um sorry about that."

"It's fine, really."

"Okok, I just feel bad."

"Mate, don't."

"Okay, I just feel like I should make it even," Louis, what the actual fuck was that, 'make it even WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, "not, like, that I want to show you my dick. That's not what I meant, that would be some really weird shit. Not to mention super super gay...Which I'm not... I just feel bad that I've seen more of you thank you've seen of me, I guess."

The silence that had been dispelled rushed back into the room with a force that almost knocked the wind out of both of their chests. Neither knew what to say.

Louis was astonished, aghast, and exhilarated by what he had just done. Had he just inadvertently offered to show Harry his penis? God he hoped he said yes, NO HE DIDN'T. Oh fuck that, yes he did. What made him nervous was that Harry still had not answered. Would he be creeped out by Louis' offer? Would he reciprocate? The suspense killed Louis. He needed to know whether he had just potentially ruined his relationship with his best friend or potentially set in motion something altogether new, terrifying, and absolutely wonderful. And he needed to know now.

Harry processed the words that came out of Louis mouth in slow motion. Was he...offering...to show Harry his...penis? This seemed altogether horrifying and too good to be true. How was he supposed to answer? If he answered yes it would sound weird and super super gay, which clearly Louis wasn't. But if he said no, was he potentially closing that possibility forever? The thought of that crushed his soul a whole lot more than just a little bit. He had to find an answer to the question that put the ball back in Louis choice and ultimately let him decide whether or not to show him his penis.

After what felt like centuries but was really only a few seconds, Harry finally said, "Well, it's up to you to change that isn't it mate."

Electricity shot through the both of them as they recognized the opportunity that lay ahead. 

Louis swallowed hard and said the only thing that came to mind, "Well, I've got to pee anyways so if you'd be kind enough as to follow..." he slowly lifted himself from the couch and walked towards the bathroom, he felt Harry's gate not far behind him.

The ground felt like molasses as they walked to the bathroom, forcing them to move at an agonizingly slow pace and allowing time enough for all of their thoughts--positive, negative, and everywhere in between--to race through their heads before they finally reached the bathroom.

Harry took in a short breath and looked towards the ground, too shy to move his eyesight to where he knew Louis' dick would come out of his pants. 

"Well if we're going to make this even you've got to look Haz."

The use of his nickname in this moment made Harry's chest fill with warmth and he shifted his glance towards--woah--the ratio of size to size was not balanced at all. Harry drew in a sharp breath which he exhaled slowly, the breath slowly making its way to Louis and sending a shiver down his spine as he felt it brush his eyelashes. Harry moved his eyes up towards Louis' and unconsciously closed the distance between the two boys so that their breaths intertwined and they were inhaling the breath that the other exhaled.

Harry's hand moved and it knew exactly where to go and how to move. He felt Louis entire body quiver and a smile play across his lips. Taking this as a sign of approval Harry continued, pulling the boy closer as he lay soft kisses on the base of his neck. He walked them backwards towards the bed and flopped backwards, giving Louis the chance to take control. 

Nervously, Louis fumbled with Harry's belt until it was off and his pants were unbuttoned. At this moment Harry sat up to pull the small frame of the older closer to him, planting gentle kisses up his stomach and along his chest. Louis hand slid underneath the band of Harry's underwear and he felt as the shiver of content lit up Harry's body and compelled the younger boy to move his hands from Louis' stomach back to where they had first landed. 

In this moment they felt electric, giving in--if only partially--to the temptation that had gripped them for so long.

But, their lips never touched. Not once. And they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.