Two Night Stand [l.s]

•Chapter Two•

When Harry wakes up, it's to an elbow in his ribs and a knee in his crotch. It only takes him the time it takes to open his eyes to remember the events of the night before.

Louis was still fast asleep, snores and snuffles tumbling from his parted lips, drool dampening the fabric of his pillowcase.

Harry feels hot and still slightly sticky, he's pant-less and his shirt is open and skewed awkwardly across his shoulders.

He got what he came here for, albeit it was far more effort than the quick and easy orgasm his mates had eluded to when they encouraged him to get back on the metaphorical horse.

Untangling himself carefully from Louis' limbs, Harry extracts himself from the confines of a dark blue duvet and slowly crosses the room to where his pants were discarded.

One step away from his clothes and the floor beneath his socked feet lets out a grating creak.  Freezing in his place, Harry turns his head slowly, expecting to be caught mid escape. But no- Louis was still fast asleep, his nose scrunching slightly as he wiggles himself further into his pillow.

With slow movements, he bends down to collect his underwear and slips them on, grabs his jeans and phone and heads out the bedroom door, closing it carefully behind him.

Releasing the breath he was holding onto for dear life, he pulls on his jeans, has a quick wee and heads toward the front door with his shoes in hand.

Fiddling with the deadbolt locks, he finally gets them open one handed and turns the knob. The second the door cracks open an ear splitting shriek sounds from above his head.

"Fuck!" He groans, dropping his shoes to cover his ears with his hands. He notices an alarm system he hadn't seen the night before. He finds a key pad beside the door and panics as he has no idea how to shut it off.

"Zayn!" He hears a muffled voice call from down the hall.

"Shit." Harry groans to himself. So much for a stealthy exit. He's about to be caught sneaking away without so much as a goodbye.

Louis stumbles into the living room with his hands over his ears, his eyes barely opened. He stills when he sees Harry looking guilty by the door, eyes opening fully as he seems to realise what's going on.

With a displeased groan, Louis crosses the room and presses a few buttons effectively shutting down the alarm. Instant relief is felt in Harry's head although he still hears a slight ringing from the high pitched intrusion.

"Sorry." Harry manages to say, not really sure what to do now.

"S'fine. Thought we were getting robbed, you're lucky I didn't grab my roommates baseball bat."

"Bad neighbourhood?" Harry asks, wondering why they would possibly need such a high tech alarm system in such a small and cheap apartment.

"Na. I use it so my sexual conquests can't escape unannounced." Louis smirks, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching it to the side so it cracks.

"Yeah. Sorry about um.. leaving. Was trying to make a quiet get away." Harry felt like shit. This could have all been avoided if he'd just waited for Louis to wake up. It was bound to be awkward anyway, but this is just plain painful.

"So thank you for having me Lewis." Harry says politely.

"You're welcome. And it's Louis- the 'S' is silent." Louis offers him a tight smile.

"What did I say?" Harry's asks, eyes narrowing in thought.

"You said Lewis. It's Louis."

"Right, sorry." Harry remains in place, does he just go? Why is this so hard?