Love Isn't That Spooky

Chapter 47

A/N: WARNING: smut ;) Also this will be the last ever smut in this book :0

Louis POV

The days have rolled into weeks and the weeks have rolled into months and before I knew it Hazza has been attending the uni for 6 months. We've really focused and tried hard to rebuild our relationship and we're almost back to normal with the occasional fights but we always make up.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by Zayn snapping his fingers in my face. "What?" I asked. "I said, I'm visiting home for a week and I'm leaving this afternoon." He chuckled. "No, Zayn. Stay with me. How can I survive the beast that is Ms Barbara without you?" I whined, fully snapped out of my daydream. "Just take Harry with you." He replied with a cheeky wink. "Ugh Zayn. You say that like it's a possibility." I groaned. "Well you never know. Anyways I've gotta get going. I'm picking up Perrie so she can meet my family." He said happily. "Fine, have fun Zaynie." I yelled over dramatically.

Finally it was 6pm and Harry and I were eating fried rice in my dorm while watching a romantic comedy. A typical Thursday night. "Hey Harry?" I said taking his hand in mine. "Thank you for giving me a second chance." I whispered. "It's alright boo. I don't think I'd be this happy if I gave up on you." He said kissing my forehead.

The next morning was just like any other morning but I felt the monster of dread consume me as I realized that Ms Barbara was taking my lecture today. Normally Zayn and I had Mr Aimons but he left a week ago and we're stuck with her. "Harreh. Wake up." I said pushing him. "What?" He said in that deep voice of his. "Please come to a lecture with me?" I said in my best pitiful voice. "What time does it start?" He mumbled into the pillow. "At one o'clock, so in ten minutes." I said slightly panicking. "Lets go then." He groaned before dragging me out of bed and throwing a pair of sweat pants at me.

I lead Haz to theater 4 and we took our seats at the very back of the theater. Then satan aka Ms Barbara walked out. Her outfit was obviously inspired by the Great Depression and her piercing beady eyes squinted up at me. I was not her favourite.

After half an hour I wanted slam my head against a wall. Thankfully, Harry had methods of distracting me. It started off with innocent thigh touches but soon his mercilessly large hands started dancing around my crotch area. I felt myself grow harder as time kept on going and soon I was quietly bucking up for friction. Harry shushed me and started to firmly palm me over my sweatpants.

I gripped the chair as his hand slid down my boxers and gripped my member. This had to be illegal. Smirking Harry leaned in whispered if we wanted to take things elsewhere. I feverishly nodded and he removed his hand and I collected my books and papers. Thankfully we were on the end of the row with no one near us so we made a silent get away.

By the time we had reached my dorm I was painfully hard and Harry had a bulge in his pants as well. I fiddled with the key in the lock but Haz snatched it out of my hands and shoved me against the wall. Rubbing our erections together in slow circles as our tongues slid over one another. Suddenly I fell through the door as it was opened but I was caught by Harry. He kicked the door closed then lowered us onto the ground.

My legs slid in between his and our lips met again. I could feel pre cum forming at my tip so I slid out of my boxers and sweatpants. Harry noticed and took off his shirt slowly while rocking back and forth over my crotch. I sat up to meet him and gently pushed him down so I was on top.

I removed his jeans and boxers before sliding two fingers in his tight hole. He filthily moaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock at the same time and bobbed my head up and down. "You haven't fingered yourself in ages." I said after popping off. "No. I wanted to be tight for you." He said.