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18. swimming pool, jump off the roof

Song: Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter

Harry doesn't have much time to think about what just happened and what he just did, because Louis is right in front of him and extends a hand, dragging him down from the table and getting up onto it himself. Harry's lips part when Louis slowly sinks to his knees to be face to face with Harry, pulling off his shirt and getting cheered on by the people around them.

Harry only faintly hears them, doesn't see them at all. His eyes are locked on Louis and Louis only, when the boy leans closer, towards his ear. "You must realise you can't just get away with that."

Harry is just about to reply, even though he has no idea what to say, when Louis slowly pushes him back with a hand on his chest, getting back up into a standing position with one smooth, seductive movement. The gesture he does with his fingers, pointing two of them at Harry and then at himself, motioning for him to watch him is entirely unnecessary because Harry wouldn't have been able to look away even if he wanted to.

If he thought Louis was captivating before, it's nothing compared to this.

Harry only wishes he would have realised he's in love with him sooner, because then he would have had more time to prepare himself before seeing him dance like that. There's a storm inside him once more, this time raging because he knows people have seen him like that before, people have touched him before, have been the reason for those enchanting eyes to roll back. Harry wants to kill them.

Harry is arrogantly sure that none of them could love Louis the way Harry could. He'd give it all to Louis, without hesitation, he'd do anything. He used to despise the people that worshipped Louis like some god of a university student, he scoffed at the way they hang on his lips and lay at his feet. Now he despises them for an entirely different reason.

Louis moves with such grace, but still, you can basically read the humour from the sway of his lips, can see the witty comebacks with the way he slides his hands down his sides seductively. You can hear the way he loves so purely with how he tips his head back when the song comes to an end.

Harry would kill with bare hands to be loved by Louis, in every kind of way.

He snaps out of it as soon as people start cheering, applauding and laughing, shaking his head slightly to refocus his eyes. He doubts he blinked once within the last three minutes.

After Louis performance (that got Harry hornier than he'd like to admit), they have the time of their lives.

Robert walks up to them in the living room afterwards, the whole fucking avengers cast with him, told them how nice it was, paid them five fucking thousand dollars in cash and invited them to stay a little longer if they pleased. And of course, Louis and Harry did.

Harry tried to stay as far away from Louis as possible, in fear he would accidentally drop to his knees if he neared him after watching Louis dance.

It didn't really work, because Louis was high as fuck (smoked another spliff with Ryan Reynolds for fucks sake) and Louis Tomlinson is a cuddler when high. So he is basically glued to Harry the whole time, head on his shoulder while Harry actually chats with Jennifer Aniston, ruffles through Harry's hair as he stands at the bar and jumps on his back occasionally.

Right now is one of these occasions, his legs wrapped around Harry's waist from behind, arms around his shoulders, hands at his chest.
"Did I ever tell you how fit you are?" He murmurs into Harry's ear, kissing its shell a second later.

Harry shivers, shaking his head.

Louis hums, hands flattening on Harry's chest and going down. He presses his lips right to the hickey he left on Harry's neck earlier. "So fucking hot. Outdoing every star in here Haz"