Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

9

Winter started to set in surprisingly late this year when the morning dew turned into frost and the temperatures fell drastically, the leafs that fell from the trees the past few weeks were long dissolved on the ground in the middle of december. The raindrops that pattered on the streets turned into ice and the winter road maintenance had trouble keeping up sprinkling salt on the streets to minimize the accidents. The days were getting shorter and the nights longer, the landscape turned dreary and the birds already escaped towards south.

It was the last week of school before the winter break and the night from Tuesday to Wednesday was stormy. The cold tried to creep into the house through every possible gap and the rain pattered against every window and drummed on the roof. Louis tossed and turned mumbling incoherent words and whined into his pillow, unable to escape his dream.

A loud thunder was roaming through the night eventually ripping him out of it and his eyes snapped open in horror. He shot up into a sitting position panting heavily, his skin was coated in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead although it was too cold in his room for him normally, but tonight he was glad about it.

"Fuck." He panted and grabbed his hair ripping on them desperately. "Fuck, what is wrong with me?" He mumbled to himself.

He tried to ban the pictures from his head that were repeating in a loop, but all he could think of was Harry's body underneath him, writhing and moaning his name. He swallowed thickly and sank down on his pillow again closing his eyes but a second later he ripped them open once more when he saw them in his inner eye.

Too scared to fall asleep again he reached over to his nightstand to drink some water to get rid of his dry throat, but the plastic bottle that was laying close to the edge about to roll off was empty.

"Great." He muttered annoyed and threw off his duvet about to go downstairs but froze.

His gaze was glued to his lap where his hard member was clearly visible in his tight boxers and then he felt it. He lifted his underwear and let it snap down again in horror when he saw the half dried cum all over his pelvis and he realised he came in his sleep. Because he had a wet dream. About Harry.

"Oh my god." He choked out disgusted with himself.

He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed them over his skin trying to get around what happened and what the hell was wrong with him, but he couldn't think clearly. Everything was spinning and the dream that still haunted him didn't help him in the slightest- nor his boner.

After what felt like hours he sighed and got up to have a shower and clean himself. He threw his dirty boxers in the hamper and stepped into the shower with shaky legs. He turned it on and waited for it to get warm- shivering slightly from the chilly temperature in the bathroom- before he stepped under it and his body relaxed instantly and the tension in his muscles slowly vanished when the water soaked his hair and skin.

Harry woke up from a thunder followed by a lightening that was lighting up his room for a nano second. He blinked his eyes open confused and turned to look at the clock that was standing on his nightstand. It was twenty to four and he sighed contently at getting another four hours of sleep. He pulled the duvet higher when the cold crawled under his duvet and hit his stomach from where his already too short pyjama top had slipped up and attempted to go back to sleep, but then his bladder made itself noticeable.

"Nooo." He whined and pulled the duvet over his head simply turning around and closing his eyes, ignoring the pressure in his abdomen.

He must've fallen asleep because when he woke up the next time it was twenty minutes later and his bladder was almost exploding. Without fully opening his eyes he grumbled that life was unfair and got up, trotting towards the bathroom. He opened the door and didn't realise that the light was on yet, he only noticed when he was about to push the door close and looked ahead freezing on his spot when he looked right through the clear glass of the shower cabin.