Sugar and Spice

Chapter 14

TW: foul language

HARRY'S POV
It was Saturday, and Louis wanted all the lads to come over for the Manchester/Liverpool match being broadcasted tonight. They were all coming around six, so Louis and I had a couple hours of alone time before I had to endure an hour and a half of 4 boys screaming at a television.

​I didn't really care for football, but I knew Louis did, so I kept those opinions to myself. We were currently sprawled out on his bed. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, while also managing to play with my hair. I was snuggled into his (bare) chest and was biting my lip to keep from smiling too much.

​"Hey, Haz?" Louis asked.

​"Yeah?" I replied, curling myself even deeper into his touch.

​"I'm glad we're friends." Louis said with a smile.

​I smiled back, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. "Yeah, me too, Lou." I said back, softly. Knowing I would be much happier if we were more than that, but I would take what I could get.

​I just rolled over so my body was resting almost completely on top of Louis and fell asleep with my head on his chest.

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​I woke up around an hour ago, careful not to disturb Louis while doing so. Waking Louis up was not on the list of things I wanted to do today. So, instead I tread carefully down the stairs and began to prepare some food for the game. Which would probably be consumed by Niall before the rest of us could even think about eating it.

​Just as I set down the last platter of food on the coffee table, the doorbell rang, and was followed by eager banging on the door.

​"Open up, ye cunt! Stop snogging Tomlinson and let me in!"

​I wonder who that is.

​Rolling my eyes, I opened the door for the Irish boy. "Don't say stuff like that Niall!"

​Niall snorted, "You just wish it was true."

​A deep blush coated my cheeks. "I do not!"

"Yeah, sure mate. I can tell from the way ye look at 'em."

"Am I that obvious?" I asked, before slapping my hands over my mouth in realization of what I just said.

"Gotcha." Niall said, pointing a finger gun at me.

My eyes widened in fear, "Oh my god, Niall you can't tell anyone. Okay? Liam is the only person who knows besides you."

"Chill mate, my mouth is sealed. Now move so I can turn on the game."

"It hasn't even started yet. And be quiet because Louis is still sleeping." I said in a hushed tone.

Niall snorted, "Whipped." He said as he brushed past, leaving me there in shock.

Great. Niall knows.

I heard a groan from upstairs. 

Fantastic. Niall woke Louis up.

I took a deep breath and quickly turned around and made my way up the stairs.

"Hey Lou, sorry about that. Niall's a little excited about the game." I said, cautiously.

"Shit! The game! What time is it?" He asked, frantically.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time, "Game starts in 15 minutes, which means the others should be here any minute."

"Oh, okay. Good. What have you been up to, Haz?"

"I made some snacks and stuff for while you guys watch the game. But I'm sure Niall has already eaten them all." I grumbled.

Louis laughed, "Thanks, love. You didn't have to do that."

​I think I just died and came back again.

​Love?!

​I pulled myself together and laughed shortly, "Of course I had to, it's a big game. Right?" I asked, unsure because I was clueless when it came to football.

​Louis chuckled and put his hand on the small of my back, "Yeah, babes, it's Manchester and Liverpool, like the biggest rivalry ever."
​I nodded, and Louis laughed again. But all I could think about was his hand, dangerously low. Giving me shivers. And another pet name.

​What was in the air today?

​"So, who are we, like, cheering for?" I asked.

Louis smiled and opened one of the drawers in his dresser. After shuffling around for a minute, he pulled out two identical, red jerseys.

"You my dear, are officially a Manchester fan." He said, as he handed me one of the jerseys. 

I smiled, "Are we twinning, Louis?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, Harold. We are."

We both started to laugh and tease each other  as we changed. At one point, I stole Louis' jersey as he took off his other shirt, making him have to run after me.

I squealed in surprise when he caught up to me and snaked his arms around my waist. My back was flush against his chest, and I could feel his breath on my neck. "Give me the jersey, Styles." He whispered into my ear, his voice husky.

Goosebumps trailed over my body, and I relished in the feeling of Louis' hands wrapped around my figure. I turned around slowly, still in Louis' embrace. We looked into each other's eyes, and for a moment, I swear I saw his eyes flicker down to my lips.

It was then I realized just how close we were, just another inch forward, and my lips would be on his. I felt a shift in the atmosphere and noticed how Louis began to lean in. His lips ghosted over mine, begging to be kissed.

The doorbell rang. Louis quickly pulled away from me, pushing me off of him roughly.

Wow, so that's how it was.

Feeling betrayed, I threw his jersey on the floor and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

I can't believe what just almost happened.