One Night Stand | l.s

1. peter pan

***** first chapter!!! ;)

Harry wakes up with a deep groan, opening his eyes to practically blind himself from the sunlight seeping through the curtain. He turns away from the golden light and rubs his eyes trying to regain sight before he rolls over, stretching and hitting something. Harry sits up and tries to make out the object through his weakened eyesight and spots a human sleeping silently next to him.

Harry watches this human and finds out two things:

1. The human is a guy

2. The guy is very hot

He reaches out and traces the guy's jawline trying to remember something about him and why he's sleeping in his bed, at the crack of dawn, naked. Obviously there's only one real reason why but Harry likes to remember his hook-ups and why he chose them.

He remembers this guy's name is Louis and that he has an amazing ass. Very loud in bed and likes to be called princess. A terrible, terrible dancer. Good at grinding though. He remembers that Louis had very soft but rough lips and that he was incredibly tight. A good fuck. Very funny aswell, sassy. He remembers Louis saying to him, "Well Harold, are you going to fuck me or not?" He also remembers Louis calling Harry a frog-face. "When you pout you look like a frog, frog-face." He remembers Louis laughing. A good laugh, one you can hear and join even if the joke isn't funny. He remembers drinking with Louis at the club, laughing at some lanky girl with fake blonde hair and lash extensions trying to hit on this obviously gay man, (it didn't work).

Harry smiles to himself and fixes Louis' feathery hair to the side of his face before silently getting out of the bed, putting his boxers on and walking downstairs. Even though Harry never hooks up with the same person twice, he always makes sure they have a proper hanagover breakfast, some water and medicine - which is what Harry needs right now.

He grabs some eggs, cheese, bacon and cooking oil and starts to make his legendary "hangover" omlet as Niall likes to call it. He makes two large golden omlets and puts them onto some spare plates before grabbing some aspirin from his medical cabinet and filling two glasses of water up.

He walks upstairs and puts down Louis' meal on his bedside table before pressing a button so his automatic curtains can roll up. Harry's house is very nicely made, with little gagets hidden everywhere around the house. Like his automatic curtains, his voice activated lights, his robot vacuum and his face detector to open the front gate. Even with the modern aspects to the house, Harry still makes it cosy with neutral colours, candles and of course, flowers.

Harry LOVES flowers.

Harry moves from where he's looking out the window when he hears a rustling sound and sees Louis rub at his eyes and sit up. His face going from "well-rested sleep mode" to "aaah, the sun's in my eyes". He looks over at Harry and squints.

"Why did you have to open the blinds fucking hell." Louis swears, lifting his hands to cover his eyes.

"I thought it would be a bright way for you to wake the fuck up." Harry shoots back, not very happy with Louis' rude approach. "I made you an omlet, with water and aspirin for your hangover."

Louis looks from Harry to his left where he sees that, well yes, there is food, water and painkillers all set up nicely. "Why?"

"Because... your hungover."

"I don't want food." Louis says, crossing his arms.

Harry splutters, "W-what? I just made you a gourmet hangover meal and you're what, rejecting it?"

"Yes." Louis states before getting out of Harry's bed to, embarrasingly find out that he is naked.

Harry smirks as he watches Louis' face burn into a pinkish-red colour, Harry innocently doing a long once-over on Louis' body, lingering at his dick. Louis clears his throat before turning around to grab whoevers boxers were on the floor. Harry recognises them as his but that's okay, Louis can have them.