True Colours

Truth's thorny path

TW 🤭
Friend: 6x
Straight: 2x (that's almost bearable, isn't it?)

"Good Morning."

Blinking and fluttering his eyelashes, Harry opens his eyes and is momentarily confused. Why is Louis next to him? And why does the environment feel so strange at first? But the more he awakes, the more he becomes aware of the two naked bodies in the small bed, the more memories from yesterday flood his still tired brain.

With wide eyes, he turns his head towards Louis, who is lying next to him with a sleepy smile and messy hair.

"Uhm, hi," Harry croaks, clearing his throat.

He briefly wonders why his voice is so rough and has to close his eyes for a moment when he realises that it can only be because Louis has literally fucked his throat. Holy shit.

Now, in the first twilight of daylight and no longer on his past-orgasm high, he once again realises the scope of his plan. And that it did absolutely nothing to confirm that he was anything but gay. Rather the opposite.

Harry feels sick. He feels the panic spreading through him and he can only watch helplessly as it takes over every inch of his body and mind. And all of this under the gaze of Louis, who just watches him in silence. He quickly puts more distance between their bodies as much as the small bed allows him and immediately hates himself for it when he sees Louis' hurt look.

"Oh, I see you're just realising that you liked the blow job yesterday a little too much?" Louis asks, raising his eyebrow. “I almost thought that it would hit you hard.”

"It was okay... nothing more," Harry murmurs, trying to convince himself.

"Sure baby cakes," Louis just grins and rolls out of bed without paying any further attention to Harry and somehow that hurts, even if he doesn't know why. It's exactly what Harry wanted. “By the way, I don’t know when you’ll start your first yoga classes, but I have to go to university.”

With a jump, Harry sits up and he just wants to cry. And eat. This is clearly all too much stress for him in one morning. Why is Louis so relaxed while Harry's world is collapsing - again - and he probably doesn't have time for his coping mechanisms? Which stresses him out even more because how the hell is he supposed to get through these days?

"What time is it?" Harry finally manages to say, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself as he stumbles out of bed.

Louis stands unabashedly naked in front of his closet, his backside one of the biggest distractions if Harry wasn’t on the verge of losing his mind, and takes clothes out of his closet (of course, pure chaos here too). "Half past seven."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I don’t have to be there until nine.”

"Me too. We can go together and eat something first?”

Harry chews his lip nervously and pulls the blanket even tighter around him as he feels Louis' gaze burning on him. “I… I don’t know? Isn't it weird for you? Now like this…in the daylight?”

Louis laughs quietly and shakes his head. “You mean because we carried out your plan yesterday? No, it's not strange to me. First and foremost we are friends. Don’t forget that, Harry.”

And then Louis leaves him with a wink and steps out of the room. Desperate and lost, Harry follows him, trying not to let his eyes constantly slide over the naked body, and stops in the open bathroom door so that Louis turns to him.

“Could I just have a few minutes alone in here? Or would you like to shower with me?”

Just the idea of their two naked, wet bodies immediately makes him blush and his little monster is already cheering on the suggestion. It takes every effort to push it back into the far corner and damn, he desperately needs something between his teeth!