The Neighbors

Chapter 31

**Louis' POV**

On Wednesday I found out that Harry has a crush on me. At lunch it's convenient that I sit with Noah. I get to stare at a guy who looks like Harry for forty five minutes. Noah and Shea are usually sitting right next to each other. They are a really cute couple. Not as cute as Harry and I would be.

I like that I get to ask Noah questions about his family and learn more about Harry.

Harry is pretty much all I think about. I have a big girlish crush.

Today is Friday. That means Harry gets to hang out all weekend! Right now I'm fixing myself a sandwich before I go pick him up.

I set a bottle of mustard on the counter next the the bread when my phone dings in my pocket.

*From Harry: Are you coming yet? I'm bored*

I smile when I read his text. The fact that a guy like him is even talking to me is enough to make me smile. He's one of the three hottest guys at our school. Zayn being fourth, and of course me as fifth.

I admit, I used to be pretty popular at out school. Zayn and I were almost always getting female attention. But I wasn't too fond of it. I found out that I like men and Zayn totally excepted it. Which was great, but a lot of guys didn't like it too much.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I like Zayn? Well, he dated Shea and I did for a little while, but it was just a 'oh, you're cute' crush, not a 'I stay up for hours imagining our conversations' crush.

I'm gay, that doesn't mean I don't have standards.

*To Harry: hold your horses, I'm eating*

I reply. I slightly untwist the mustard cap to squeeze the yellow substance on my bread. When I squeeze the bottle the cap flies off onto the bread and a big glop of mustard splashes on my shirt and hair. God dammit. I pick up the mess and throw away the mustard spake bread.

I guess I'm not having a sandwich.

I make my way to the upstairs bathroom and sigh. I pick up a tissue and wipe off my arms and face. I try to get the mustard out of my hair but it just doesn't work.

I turn on the shower water and strip of my mustard riddled clothes. When I toss my shirt onto the floor I hear a ding.

I pull my phone out of my unoccupied jean pocket.

*From Harry: hurry! I want to come now!* he says.

I put my hand in the water to feel the still cold water. It needs a second to heat up. I use that time to reply to Harry.

*To Harry: cooking accident, gotta take a shower*

I get an almost instant reply.

*From Harry: ....are you naked?*

This boy is a flirt when it comes to texting. I look in the mirror to see my face turn red. Even through a text he can make me blush.

*To Harry: yes.. But I have to get in now*

I set down my phone and test the water on my hand again. Perfect. I get in the shower and start to scrub my skin with axe body wash to be sure the mustard smell and stains are completely gone. I wash the mustard out of my hair and start to think about Harry. I begin picturing him in the shower, scrubbing his body with bubbly soap and god dammit that was a bad idea.

I look down and notice that I got hard just from one image. I reach down and begin to take care of myself as the warm water hits my back. I close my eyes and keep the image of Harry in my head while I feel that same pressure build up inside of me. My knees shake as I release and I hold onto the tiled wall to keep myself from falling over.