Hey Y/N, wanna meet at the bar later? Bring Niall along – Louis and I've got some news to share.
Harry hit send, a small smile tugging at his lips. He turned to Louis, who was adjusting his shirt in the wardrobe mirror. "I just texted Y/N. Want to invite Zayn and Liam too?"
Louis grinned, pulling out his phone. "Already on it," he said, fingers tapping away. Then he paused, glancing at Harry with a playful smirk. "You didn't tell her what it's about, right?"
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope, it's a surprise."
Louis' grin grew as he hit send. "Perfect. Can't wait to see their faces."
A few minutes later, they got confirmation that everyone would meet them at the bar. Satisfied, Harry caught Louis' eye in the mirror, feeling a familiar warmth rise between them.
Louis tilted his head, giving Harry a suggestive look. "Come on then, fancy a shower together?"
Harry's smile turned mischievous. "Thought you'd never ask."
They stepped into the bathroom together, and even though they'd shared intimate moments before, there was a new charge in the air. Louis tugged his shirt off first, letting it fall to the floor, and Harry found himself captivated, watching every small movement with fascination. When Harry slipped out of his own shirt, he felt Louis' eyes tracing every inch of him, as though they were seeing each other anew.
Louis' gaze moved up and down Harry's body, a look of pure admiration in his eyes. "Stunning," he murmured, his voice low and full of appreciation as he took in the sight of Harry. There was something deeply magnetic in the way they looked at each other, both captivated, unable to look away.
Louis took a step closer, reaching out with steady hands as he gripped the buckle of Harry's belt. His fingers worked slowly, pulling the belt free before he let it fall to the ground with a soft thud. His fingers moved to unbutton Harry's jeans, slipping them off, and Harry felt his pulse quicken. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Louis' in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, their hands exploring, their bodies pressing together as they shed the last pieces of clothing, neither rushing, both savoring the moment.
They stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over them as they drew closer. The steam wrapped around them, and as they looked into each other's eyes, the heat between them grew even stronger. Without a word, Harry leaned in, pressing his lips to Louis' in another deep kiss, their hands gliding over each other, taking their time, letting the water heighten every sensation as they made love in the intimate, steamy space, until they were both breathless and content.
Eventually, as they caught their breath, Harry laughed softly, reaching out of the shower to grab his phone. A new message from Y/N had popped up on his screen.
We're here! Where are you two lovebirds?
Harry turned to Louis with a smirk, holding up the message, the water still pouring over them like a gentle rain. "Y/N and Niall are already there. We should hurry."
Louis glanced at him, rolling his eyes with a playful smile. "Hey, this"—he gestured to himself—"takes time."
Harry chuckled, giving him a light nudge. "Alright, alright, let's get moving, Boo Bear."
Louis froze for a split second, feeling a strange mix of cringe and warmth at the nickname. Boo Bear? Part of him wanted to roll his eyes and tease Harry for calling him something so cheesy, but another part—the part that was hopelessly smitten—found it oddly endearing. He felt a blush creep up his cheeks but quickly masked it with a playful scoff. As much as he cringed inwardly, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest. Maybe he enjoyed it a little more than he'd ever admit.
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FanfictionHarry always thought he knew exactly who he was - until two people entered his life and turned everything upside down. Y/N, his brilliant and seductive student, ignites a passion in him that he knows he, as a professor, should never allow. But then...