Harry’s P.O.V
I woke up the next morning with a massive hang over. The only downside to drinking was the the following morning. I slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom to have a shower. I wasn’t quite sure why Louis and I had agreed to share a bathroom. It wasn’t such a big deal if we walked in on showers or peeing or anything but when you had company…it got kind of awkward. I laughed at the thought as I stepped out of the shower and dried off, hanging the towel back up and drying my hair. After I finished that I walked out into the hall, slamming into Louis in the process.
“Sorry man,” I said, laughing as he cringed at my voice.
“Loud. Too loud. Ow,” was all he managed.
“Yeah, go get in the shower,” I said pushing him towards the door giving him a quick slap on the butt to encourage him. I laughed as I walked towards the kitchen and got myself a drink of water, too scared to eat anything substantial incase I threw up later. I looked at the magazine that was lying on the counter and saw a picture of Louis and some girl following him. The caption suggested that they were dating. I shook my head, this is ridiculous. Louis isn’t dating anyone, he would tell me. I took another look at the picture, the girl wasn’t even that hot, Louis was the centre of the picture and looked really good. I caught myself thinking about Louis’ looks and his ass that I had just hit and how amazing it really is…wait what?
Louis’ P.O.V
Why did he have to walk around naked all the time? I didn’t really mind that much but after last night it was a little weird. I’m not quite sure what happened exactly, all I know is that I kind of like kissing Harry. There was just something about his lips and hands and…Louis what is wrong with you!?! Harry’s my best friend, why was I thinking of him like this? I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking into the kitchen to be greeted by a still naked Harry.
“Well I don’t know about you but I had fun last night,” he said to me, wiggling his eyebrows. I let out a nervous laugh before replying, “yeah it was interesting.”
“Um…about that…it was…what was it?” I asked after a while.
“Well…it was a game of spin the bottle,” he replied shrugging.
“I’m talking about in the car Harry.”
“Oh…right…well that was a friendly gesture of affection.” I thought about it and nodded. I guess you could call it that.
“Yeah, right. Well I’m going to go back to bed now so see you later bro,” I said patting him on the back.
“We need to cut back on the partying,” Harry slurred. We were out at a club with the boys who right now were out on the dance floor while Harry and I were chilling in the corner. He put his arm around my shoulder while taking another swig from his bottle.
“Take that back! I love this,” I said happily, phased by the effects of the alcohol.
“You’re right, it is fun,” Harry replied, laughing. I looked up at him and smiled at his dimply face. He lent down slightly to place his forehead on mine.
“Dude, I love you,” he said to me.
“I love you to Harry,” I laughed.
“Like…I really love you…and your ass,” he said with a wink. Always the flirt.
“And I really love you and your…perfect lips,” I replied.
“…would you…like to kiss them?” he asked nervously.
“Sure,” I said shrugging, as he leaned in and closed the gap between us (we were lucky it was a dark corner). Our lips moved perfectly in sync. Harry ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I didn’t hesitate to give, I wanted him as much as he did. Our tongues explored each others mouths, not missing any part, and eventually we leaned away from each other to breathe. “Wow,” I said, laughing slightly. I don’t know about Harry but that had sobered me up considerably. By his expression he was a lot less drunk than before.
“So…um…is it weird that I really like kissing you, or?” he asked unsurely. I thought about before smiling at him.
“Not really…I am irresistibly hot.”
“Shut up Lou.”
“Make me.”
“sure thing,” he said as his lips crashed against mine again.
After that night we became a lot closer. We would often spend our nights cuddled up on the couch before falling asleep together, alternating between mine and Harry’s bed (and yes, sharing a few kisses here and there). We weren’t quite sure what this was but it was fun. One night we were lying on the couch together, casually making out every few minutes before Harry got bored with the movie and decided a hickey would be a fun way of passing time. “Haz…you realize that that is actual proof of me getting action,” I said, stifling a moan.
“Good,” Harry said into my neck, “it will teach sluts to back off.”
“But…we aren’t together…”
“I know…” he said sitting up, “but I still feel weird thinking about sharing you…”
“Aaawww, boo bear,” I said patting his stomach.
“Shut up Louis or you’ll lose your cuddle partner.”
“I’m sorry, please cuddle with me,” I said, moving so my head was nestled in the crook of his neck.
“I can’t say no to that now can I,” he laughed.
