Polite//l.s

Twelve

"Finally," I sighed, closing the hotel door behind me.

My father had gotten relatively cheap rooms for the stay; knowing we wouldn't mind. They were still suites, but they are far less extravagant than we're used to.

"Louis?" I called through the room, hoping to see him in the living room.

No such luck.

After calling out for him once more, I heard his reply, "I'm in the bathtub!" He called out happily. "It's really nice, you should join me,"

I stepped through the threshold of the large bathroom, taking in the fact that he was actually in the bathtub. Naked.

"It's a jacuzzi tub," he moaned, shifting down in the water, "You really need this experience in your life, get in,"

I could only stand there, debating whether or not to get into the colored water with him. He must've used a bath bomb.

Honestly, I wanted to. I wanted to get into the tub with him. It did look relaxing. It looked even better with Louis laying in the purple water, his eyes closed.

"Harry?" He peeked one eye open to look at me, "Water's going to get cold,"

"Is it proper?" I asked, noticing his work uniform thrown on the tiles. I picked the material up gently, folding it into a neat square. "To get in with you?"

"What do you mean?" Louis held back a laugh at me picking up his clothes. I hardly ever did laundry, so I almost wanted to laugh as well.

"Would it be inappropriate to get in with you?" I looked down, he thought I was silly. He probably meant the phrase sarcastically and is going to laugh at me for honestly considering his offer.

"Of course, get in. I'll hold you and wash your hair, It'll be nice," he invited, closing his eyes again. I felt a smile lift my lips when I didn't hear any mocking in his tone.

"I'll go grab my soaps?" I backed out of the room, walking over to my suitcase.

I was walking slowly, nervous to have Louis see me completely naked. Bare. Nude.

When I did open the door, he looked as if he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful.

"Harry?" He asked, having heard me come in, "Did you find what you needed?" A smile played on his lips, "because I'm really looking forward to washing your hair,"

"Yeah," I set them down in the floor next to the claw foot tub.

He only opened his eyes when I started taking off my clothes, dropping my shirt to the floor first.

I could see his eyes scanning over my body as I slid my pants down my legs; and I have to admit I felt slightly self conscious as I kicked the material off, picking it up to fold them along with Louis'.

His smile only grew wider as I gripped at the waistband of my boxers, hesitating.

I looked down in embarrassment. Louis was already completely naked. He was so free he didn't even care, and here I was. I could barely take my pants off in front of him, let alone my underwear. I hope I haven't disappointed him.

"You all right, love?" He asked, when I looked up, he had stepped out of the water, a towel wrapped around his waist as he stood in front of me; he cupped his hand around my cheek, waiting for a reply.

"Yes, I'm fine," I lied. Lying was rude, but it'd be worse to burden him with my emotional distress.

"No your not," he retracted, making my expression fall a bit. "You don't have to take them off if you don't want to," he smiled at me.

"No, I-I want them off," I admitted, I could feel a blush crawling up my cheeks, "I just, I need a minute," I placed my hands on his shoulders as I spoke, wanting to be touching him in some way. Feeling the moisture on my palms reminded me of how warm the water would be when we got in and it was comforting.

"Do it for me, maybe?" I didn't want to press him to if he didn't want to, but it would be easier if I weren't the one to remove them.

"Of course," he spoke gently, hooking his thumbs in the waistband. "Tell me if you want me to stop,"

I didn't stop him.

He pulled the material down my thighs until it dropped and pooled at my ankles.

"Alright?" He took my hands leading me to the water.

I nodded, letting him let go so he could hang up his towel, he then stepped into the tub and sank down into the water.

"Are you ready to join me?" He sent me a smile, encouraging me to follow his lead.

I stepped in like he had, laying down so my back was pressed to his front; he followed through with his promise of holding me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

It felt comfortable. It felt familiar even though I've never been in this position, never been with another person this bare.

Only the third time I've seen Louis, and he's already seen me completely exposed. It was strange, but it felt like home. Felt like the true definition of the word. This feeling was more than the respectful aura of family. It was different, in a good way of course.

"How you doing, pet?" He asked. He's called me a pet name twice today, I wondered if it was just a comforting tactic; something he'd developed to keep me from freaking out.

"Fine," I rolled over, smiling at him.

Louis let out a strangled sounding groan at my movement, and I didn't know why. "Oh, did I hurt you?" I tried to sit up, but I only fell back down onto his chest.

"No quite the opposite," he chuckled, "I'll tell you about it later."

I had an idea as to what it really was, but to press the matter wouldn't be very polite.

Harry's seventeen in the fic btw. Louis is twenty three :)