School of discipline (L.S.)

Chapter 25

Finally! Again I can only apologise for the wait. This is relatively short but the next few chapter will have more going on because I worked out that this fic will be complete with 30 chapters (including epilogue) so there is not that much left to go! My whole plan for chapter 28 is 'smut' haha.

Kissing Louis was a life-altering experience. He had to admit he had imagined it more than once but his mind had not been able to come up with such things as he was feeling now but at the same time he had imagined so much more. He felt the flame of desire rush through his stomach, the want for more. But before he could get it, Louis pulled back. Harry followed, chasing his lips, their taste still lingering on his own.

"Harry," Louis' voice was quiet, soft, but he could hear the slight strain to the words as Louis placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, maintaining the distance between them.

"No." Harry moved forward again but Louis' grasp on his shoulders held firm.

"You're drunk. You don't want this."

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. Do you not want me to kiss you? I'm sorry. I thought- I thought you wanted it."

"Oh, love, no, I do. Believe me I do. But you're drunk."

"I barely had anything to drink, Louis! And drunk Harry just does what sober Harry doesn't have the confidence to do. Let me kiss you."

"I don't want you to regret anything."

"I won't, now will you shut up so I can kiss you."

Louis opened his mouth as if to speak again but Harry didn't want to hear it. He knew what he wanted, as crazy as it felt, so before Louis could begin to spout anymore nonsense, Harry surged forward once more, crashing into him.

There was the slight problem that now he had had a taste of this, of Louis, he wasn't sure how he was ever going to stop. Kissing Louis felt like heaven, like he had ascended from the Earthly plane to somewhere unknown, somewhere unlike he had ever been before, somewhere he never wanted to leave. He felt Louis' arms wrap around him, one hand pressed firmly to the small of his back as finally Louis' lips began to move against his.

Harry had kissed plenty of girls in his life, far more than his friends back home. But none had ever made him feel like this. Maybe it's because he hadn't known any of them like he knew Louis. Maybe it was because they had been shit kissers, which Louis most certainly was not. Maybe it was something else. Harry didn't care. He just existed in that moment and hoped it would last forever.

***

"Morning, love. How are you feeling?" Louis asked, smoothing Harry's hair away from his forehead as he perched on the bed beside him.

"Tired. And my head hurts."

"I'm not surprised. Do you want a tea? Water?"

"Tea would be nice. What's- why are you in my room?"

"We're in my room, Harry. You slept with me last night."

They'd slept together? Harry subtly twisted. He'd expected to at least ache the next morning after doing that for the first time. He lifted up the duvet, again attempting to be subtle though rather unsuccessfully, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw that he was wearing pyjama bottoms. He rarely wore them on a regular night. He wasn't sure why he would have made the effort to put them on after.

"Oh. You barely accepted the kissing. Didn't think you'd want that last night."

"What?" Louis asked, now confused also, before realisation dawned on him. "No! No, we didn't have sex, Harry. I meant we both slept in here. You are rather clingy when you're drunk."