If the Whole World was Watching (L.S.)

Chapter 5 (Louis)

Louis woke up to sunlight from the sunrise streaming into his room. He must've forgotten to close the blinds last night. He normally closes his blinds because sunrise happens about an hour before he has to get up, so he doesn't want to wake up any earlier.

He figured he wasn't going to get any more sleep because of the headache he had. He knew he had drunk a couple beers last night but he didn't know it was enough to get him hungover. As he tried to sit up and rub his eyes, however, he felt a weight on his chest preventing him from getting up. 

He opened his eyes wide to see Harry sleeping next to him. Shit. What had he done last night? He racked his brain trying to remember. He drank a few beers, then went on his phone. Oh. He must've texted Harry. But what happened last night that led to them sleeping in the same bed?

Then he realized something. He'd never had Eleanor to sleep over with him, but right now Harry is sleeping with him. What are his parents going to think if they found out? 

"Shit!" Louis exclaimed and shot up, moving Harry's arm off of him. That seemed to wake Harry up though because he groaned and sat up too, rubbing his eyes.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"I don't know! You tell me!" Louis said.

Realization dawned on Harry, "You drank last night, texted me, I came over to get you to stop, you asked me to stay over."

"Did I... tell you anything?" Louis asked carefully.

Harry replied, "Only how much you love me, and how I don't know how much you love me."

Louis let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Nothing too bad, thank god. Then he remembered that they were still at his house so he needed to get him out before his parents saw.

"Shit. Ok. Harry. You need to leave. Like, right now," Louis told him.

"Um. Ok. Why?" Harry looked confused.

Louis sighed, "No time for questions, I'll explain at school. Just go!"

"Ok," Harry agreed, still looking confused. He got up from the bed and Louis saw that he wasn't wearing any clothes except for his boxers. Oh lord. Did Harry want to kill him? He raked his eyes over his body, taking in the beauty that was standing before him. He was pretty sure he wasn't breathing.

Harry had a fucking six-pack. Jesus Christ. And his thighs, oh god. He wants to feel those thighs wrapped around him. 

"Louis?" Harry asked. Louis snapped his eyes up to Harry's face.

"Yes?" He asked innocently, hoping Harry hadn't noticed where his eyes had travelled.

Harry shook his head, "Never mind."

He turned around and Louis sucked in a breath. He was not ready for this. Harry's bum was only covered by a thin piece of cloth. He watched as Harry slid on his clothes, his back muscles flexing. Harry was going to be the death of him. 

Harry turned back around and Louis immediately averted his eyes, blushing, hoping Harry hadn't noticed his starting. 

"Ok well I'll be going then," Harry said awkwardly, and headed towards his bedroom door.

"Wait!" Louis exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Let me open it first, and I'll help you sneak out," Louis said.

"Hold on, are you trying to get me out because of your parents?" Harry asked.

"Once again: No time for questions, I'll explain at school," Louis said through gritted teeth.