Harry's POV:
Hot Damn. I look at Louis as he moves over to the drawers and bends down to the bottom one.
Oh my lord! Look at his bum! Holy mother of... My thoughts are interrupted as he turns around and begins to pull down his tight black jeans.
"Hhhmmm... Mmm" I moan in a quiet whisper fixing my eyes on him as I shoot up from the bed realizing this isn't a fantasy.
"What are you doing?" I gasp not being able to move my eyes from his crotch. I lick my lips and he turns his head over to face me.
"I'm changing what the hell does it look like?" He playfully jokes as he shimmies out of his pants and strips off his shirt to show off his tattoos.
"Oh my..." I groan as I notice my crotch grows bigger in my khakis. No no no no. Not now. I think secretly to the growing boner I am getting.
"Ummm... uh I-I think I'm going to change in another room" I choke out licking my lips again and moving a blanket on top of my erection.
He insists that I stay and change with him but I'm so insecure about my body. I look down on the floor and I nod my head. I don't want to at all but I can't get myself to say no to him.
"Um uh," I squeak taking the pajamas he gave to me earlier and rising from the bed. "Sure."
His face lights up like a Christmas tree and he struts to the far back of the room. I take off my glasses so they don't get caught on my sweater and I hear a thump.
I look over my shoulder and Louis is missing from where he was going. Then, a few minutes after, I see him get up silently cursing to himself.
I giggle at him as he gets up and scurries to the corner. My face gets darker then it already was. What if he doesn't like the way my body looks? Oh my gosh! What if he hates my tattoos? Shoot! What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if he uses this against me?
I shake off all the feelings and emotions and I close my eyes as I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it up over my head.
I hear a slight gasp come from Louis and he asks me a question.
"When did you get fucking tattoos Harry?"
I jump up startled and try to cover up my body with a sheet on his bed.
"I started getting them a few years back. You promised no peeking Lou!" I screamed at him as he grinned really widely with his eyes on my slightly covered body.
He turns away and I take off my khakis. I could almost feel that he was closer to me and he lets out a moan.
"Goddammit you're sexy Angel!"
He gasps as I immediately turn around to him with a very noticeable erection too.
"Wh-what did you just say?" I shouted in shock as I'm taken back by Louis tackling me.
"I said you're sexy." He breaths against me as our erections take up the space that was between us.
This isn't happening it's not real. It's not happening. Louis Tomlinson didn't call me sexy! This isn't real. I know it. He isn't on top of me right now!
I take his wrists and tackle him down again so that he's the one on the floor and I'm above him with my legs tied around his body. I dip my head down and lean into him, kissing him deeply.
My mouth moves with his and I enjoy the feeling of him beneath me. His lips are so wonderful and silky. He breaths so heavily and my erection throbs against him. As we kiss, I just noticed that I forced myself on Louis Tomlinson.
We lay on the floor kissing for about a minute and I jump off of him wiping my now swollen lips.
I finally realized what I was doing. He's going to make fun of me! Oh my gosh! He's straight! I just kissed him!
"I-I'm so sorry I don't know what.. I-I'm going to leave now." I sigh taking my damp clothes from the bed and I start towards the door.
"H-Harry..." Louis breathes so softly and his eyes open wide. "Harry don't leave me again."
"I can't stay Loubear- Ahem Louis. I'm sorry. I'm just... I didn't mean to force myself on you like that... I just you know I... I'm so sorry! You must think I'm weird and stupid now and I'm sorry." I sigh as I turn the knob to his bedroom door and exit the room.
I storm down the stairs and gather all the stuff I came here with. I kissed Louis Tomlinson. THE Louis Tomlinson!! Oh my gosh! Liam isn't going to believe it! I can still feel the lingering warmth and softness of his lips and I hope it never leaves. I freak out in my brain searching for the door in this gigantic house of his.
I try not to make any noise because Lou's family are asleep right now but I just can't find the door in this interminable darkness. My hand is placed on a door knob and I feel something placed on my shoulder.
"Don't leave love, please." A voice begs in a low tone resting their head on my shoulder. I snap my head around and my face is inches away from Louis'.
"Can you please stay with me Harry?" He choked changing his positioning so that I could see him face to face but not changing how so very close he was to me. Lovingly and carefully, he steps on my feet and hugs me tight as his arms slither around my waist.
His touch gives me goosebumps and he, once again, rests his head on me. I wrap my arms around him too and let out a small sigh admiring his beauty.
"I need you Harry." He confesses breathing out the words in my chest.
"W-what?" I jump back in bewilderment as a wave of hurt crosses Louis' face.
"Nothing," He mumbled turning his heels in embarrassment avoiding me. "Can you please stay though?"
I nod my head and turn him around.
"Sure, anything for my Loubear."
I bubble comforting Lou and positioning my stuff on the cocktail table next to the living room couch.
He grins a teethy smile and even in the darkness, I could still see the red that spreads on his alluring face.
"Yay!" He cheers but almost seconds after he becomes inaudible. He lets out a big sigh not taking his eyes off of me for a second.
"I want to show you something." He beams grabbing my hand and leading me out the door and into the cold dark night.
His hands intertwine with mine and shivers dance across my spine as my hands become moist.
My eyes interlock with our hands together and all I could think to myself is... This is right. It looks and feels so right! Our hands look like they were made for each other. His being short and stubby yet adorable and mine are long and slim. This just feels so right.
I try to keep up with Louis while we waltz over to his backyard hand in hand. My eyes don't move from our fingers until Louis stops and releases my hand.
I whimper a little bit from the sudden departure but I look up and I notice the beautiful little tree house Louis had lead me to.
He starts up the latter and I couldn't help but to stare at his round bum. It's perfect. When he was halfway up I begin to climb also. When I reach the top, I see his hand stretch out for me and I gladly take it as he pulls me up.
I look around the treehouse and it has a glass roof and a little table in the corner.
Our fingers interlock again and we lay down on the wood flooring. We sit in silence staring at the night sky. There must have been billions of stars out tonight and it was just breathtaking. Just like Louis. The moons glow lit up his skin making his body seem even more irresistible.
"Aren't they beautiful?" I ask Louis who turns his head over and gapes his eyes at me. He smiles widely and tightens his grip on my hand just a little bit.
"Yes. You are."
