Outcasts

Chapter 9

The ride back to Louis’ house was hazy. Neither boy chose to spoke, as both of them were lost in their own thoughts. Harry was hypnotized by the fast blur of the outside world as they sped down nearly deserted streets. Louis was still high, not half as much as Harry, so he drove with a ridiculous amount of caution. Time frames were still working oddly for Harry and it seemed as if although the ride seemed to take ages, he found himself parked in Louis’ driveway in no time.

            “Come on, Harry, we’re here.” Louis nudged his stoned boyfriend gently.

            “Oh right, yeah ok.” Harry muttered absentmindedly and exited the blue Camero.

            Harry followed Louis up to the front door, still losing track of time, and wondering why everything was hilarious. He stumbled blindly through the door and lazily followed Louis to his room.

            Once in the poster covered room, Louis flopped down on the twin sized bed, spreading his limbs out to cover the whole mattress. Giggling, Harry seized the opportunity to launch himself haphazardly on top of the older boy.

            “Louis,” Harry breathed, wiggling upwards until his forehead touched against Louis’, “I’ve never told you this before, but you’re really sexy and it’s nice.”

            “Harry, you’re still high as fuck. Go to bed, before you do something stupid.” Louis sighed with an adoring smile on his face.

            “I’m not tired. Will you stay up and talk with me?” Harry pouted sticking out his bottom lip and making his best puppy dog face.

            “Ok, love. I’ll stay up as long as you want. What do you wanna talk about?” Louis murmured. He pushed Harry gently downward, so that he could nuzzle into Louis’ collarbone.

            Harry took a several moments to think about it before asking, “Why do you have so many tattoos?”

            Louis chuckled lightly, “I like them. Every single one has a story behind them. They all have little secrets and reasons that no one will ever know. And even though everyone sees them, they’ll never know what it means. Plus, the girls go crazy for them.” He joked.

            “Next time you get one you gotta let me go.” Harry said, snuggling closer into Louis’ neck.

            “Only if you promise to get one too.” Louis replied easily.

            “I promise.” Harry agreed, blinking slowly.

            Harry stared up at Louis through red-rimmed eyes. He couldn’t help but think how lovely he was. Pretty soon, the curly haired boy’s hazy mind was only filled with thoughts of how pretty Louis was.

“Hey, Lou,” Harry started, “Are you horny?”

            “Not particularly. I’m guessing you are?” Louis rolled his eyes good-naturedly, “I’ll be sure to get you high more often.”

            “Yeah. Hey Lou? You should like, let me give you a blow job or something.” Harry said dazedly.

            “No.” Louis replied simply.

            “Why not?” Harry whined loudly.

            “Because I’m not going to make you do that. You mean too much to me.” Louis kissed the top of Harry’s curls.

            “But Louis,” Harry moaned, stretching his name into a long whine, “I’m so horny!”

            “Oh Harold, always so needy,” Louis joked, “I’ll give you a blowjob if you want.”