Chapter 1
“Harry!” Louis whined knocking, well more like banging on Harry’s door at 3:30am. He doubled over in pain against the wall holding his stomach and groaned. “Harry.” He said a little more weakly banging his fist on the door.
“What?” He frowned flinging the door open, only dressed in his boxers. He took in the sight in front of him, his best friend doubled over in pain with blood socked pyjama pants. He immediately slipped his arm around him to make sure that he could stay up right.
“Oh my god, what’s happened?” He asked frantically trying to look at Louis’ face that was scrunched up in pain.
“I have-ah!” He doubled over more, gripping his stomach.
“Alright, alright…” Harry said a little panicked. He ran back in to his room, pulling on some sweat pants and a t-shirt, grabbing a spare pair for Louis to put on. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?” He asked pulling down Louis’ pants, something he was used to seeing considering they lived together for three years, and opening the others for him to step in to.
Louis shook his head lightly biting his lip, tears threatening in his eyes. The sight completely broke Harry’s heart and he had to look away for a moment to compose himself. “Alright we’ll go to hospital, don’t worry okay?” He said putting his arm around Louis’ waist and helping him down the stairs.
“Gee I wasn’t worrying until you said that.” He said weakly in his usual sarcastic charm. Harry couldn’t help but giggle. That was Louis all over, make a joke out of something that could be serious. The stag tattooed boy did that in most situations, make a joke out of anything and it’d be fine.
Harry helped him in to the back of his Ford, not wanting to take the other cars because, with all respect to Louis, he didn’t want his Aston Martin or Range Rover covered in blood. He ran to the other side, putting his keys in the ignition and he proceeded to drive as fast as he could to the hospital.
*Flashback – four months earlier*
Louis and Harry had spent the majority of the night at Nick Grimshaw’s birthday party in Soho. To say they were both slightly tipsy was an understatement, they’d arrived back at their apartment in the earlier hours of the morning. Harry constantly on Louis back about engaging in their usual drunken friends with benefits. It didn’t usually happen unless they were drunk, just the usual kiss here and there but the last few times they’d gotten in to the habit of drunk sex.
“Kiss me.” He begged pushing Louis up against the wall outside his bedroom. His tone was low and raspy, his breath smelt of the seven shots he’d managed to down that night.
Louis hands were firmly placed on his shoulders, caught between pushing him away or pulling him closer. Either way his eyes watched Harry’s lips, catching his every word hungrily. “Harry we shouldn’t.” He said barely above a whisper.
“Just one kiss, kiss me Lou.” He slurred.
That was all it took for Louis to rage his lips against Harry’s, his hands wandering behind his head as he played with the curls there that were slightly covered in sweat. Harry’s mouth moved against Louis, their lips choosing who was going to dominate. Being naturally more submissive, Harry let Louis take over as he pulled him closer and slipped his tongue between Harry’s lips, leaving it to graze his bottom lip lightly.
“Tease.” Harry smirked in his low voice.
Louis grabbed his hand and rolled along the wall in to his bedroom, taking off his jacket and shirt. Harry stumbled in after him, watching the older boy undress as he licked his lips, tasting Louis on them.
