The problem was- Louis didn't know what to do. Waking up with a hard-on wasn't the strangest thing to happen by a long shot. The problem was that he was in his best friend's bed. So at first, Louis' thought was to just ignore it... But when it worsened he thought to just go to the bathroom and take care of it. Then he remembered that he can't fucking do that either because Harry's floorboards are extremely loud. Every time you take a step, it sounds like someone is dying, and Harry's parents are the sweetest ever but if you wake them up they'll either want to talk to you for five hours straight, or they'll be pissed that you woke them.
So to say the least, Louis was in a predicament. He was staring at the ceiling with a hand on his forehead and an obnoxious boner burning in his sweatpants. If it weren't him in the situation, he'd find it extremely comical and he'd be laughing his ass off right now, but it is him. He's been awake for almost an hour, just laying here, and it still hasn't gone away. Harry is starting to toss and turn and Louis knows it can't be any later then four in the morning, by the look of the sky.
Louis pinched at his side, his bare torso burning with embarrassment, wishing this was just a nightmare. Harry turned to face him and he draped his arm over Louis' stomach,
"Morning, Lou."
Louis chuckled at his cuddly friend, patting Harry's hand. This was something Harry always did when they'd spend the night at one another's house, and it wasn't a big deal- except right now, Louis felt like he was going to pass out and any pressure that wasn't on his dick, wasn't deemed necessary. He turned on his side to face away from Harry and he scooted to the edge of the bed,
"Lou- are you mad at me?" He sounded very concerned and Louis hated how awful it made him feel.
Louis made an inhuman groan of embarrassment,
"No- Not at all, I wish that's what it was."
Louis knew he was going to tell Harry what was going on, but he didn't know how to say it, his cheeks were burning fiercely and he couldn't focus.
Harry's large hand gripped Louis' shoulder and easily turned him around so that they were face to face. Harry's face formed a questioning scowl and he poked Louis' nose,
"What's going on?"
Louis covered his face and he felt extremely vulnerable and just so fucking embarrassed.
"I don't think you realize how utterly humiliated I feel right now."
Harry rolled his eyes,
"Louis- just tell me what the fuck is going on."
Louis moved his hands away from his face and clenched his jaw as he answered him,
"I'm fucking hard and I have been for an hour and I thought it was just morning wood but it literally won't go away and I can't go- like- fix it, because your floor is out to kill me." He took a shaky breath and watched Harry's face turn into a smile.
"Why the fuck are you smiling, Harold?"
Harry ignored his question and asked his own,
"It won't go away?" He was still smiling like an idiot and Louis wanted to hit him.
"Yes it won't go away."
Harry cooed,
"Do I turn you on when I sleep, Lou? Some weird fucking kink you've got, then?" He was laughing and poking at Louis' side.
Louis lightly slapped him on the face,
"Fuck off, disgusting prick." He sighed and was gonna rant again but then he closed his mouth into a line and
"I'm actually having a really awful time and it is just really like- hard and I don't know what to do."
Harry sighed, the smile leaving his face but the kindness stayed.
"Just get rid of it, then."
Louis chuckled,
"H, I just told you that it won't go away."
Harry rolled his eyes,
"No- I mean- Just get off, Lou."
Now- That wasn't what Louis was expecting at all. He's pretty sure he stayed silent for a whole five minutes. He wouldn't have said anything but his boner is honestly starting to feel sore and he's almost sweating from self restraint.
"What?"
