Teenage Dirt Bag A Larry Stylinson Au

Chapter 7

Louis pov

Louis looked at the sleeping boy next to him. Where he had been sweaty and pale from the fever he now wasn't. The fever had broke sometime last and for Louis was grateful but sad now his time playing nurse was up. Harry's mother had checked on him a few times during the night. Louis felt a little awkward being in bed with Harry when she did. It's not that he thought she might think something was going on. He just felt weird because he wanted there to be something going on.

In the past few days Louis had spent enough time with the boy to figure out that he was feeling the same connection that Louis was. He just hadn't acted on it. Louis had decided that if Harry hadn't tried anything by the haunted house then he would. He felt that Harry should make the first move, Harry seemed like he had been broken before and that was the last thing that Louis wanted to do. How anybody could break the beautiful boy lying next to him, he hadn't a clue. What he did know was that his feelings were getting stronger and stronger the more time he spent with him. Falling asleep holding him was probably one of the best feelings in the world. The only thing better would probably to kiss him. And with that Louis leaned down and let his lips lightly brush Harry's forehead. Harry stirred a bit but didn't wake up.

Louis glanced at the clock, four forty-five. He still had about two hours of sleep, so he pulled the taller boy closer to his chest, feeling his warm skin pressed against his and fell back into a blissful sleep.

Louis woke to the sound of Harry's alarm blaring. Harry groaned and swatted at it to shut it off. He turned over and snuggled himself deeper into Louis' arms and chest.

"You have to get ready for school," Louis said.

"I don't wanna." Harry's lips brushed Louis' bare chest and he shivered.

"But you have to. You can't miss school."

Harry laid there for a second before groaning again and sitting up.

"Okay fine you win."  He jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later Louis heard the shower. He rolled over in Harry's bed listening to Harry sing the lyrics to the song he had been playing that day on the piano.

A moment later Harry was walking out of the bathroom soaking wet with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Louis' breath hitched at the sight of him and it was all Louis could do not to slam him up against the wall and kiss the shit out of him.

"You can take a shower now there's still hot water." Harry said walking to his closet.

Louis nodded and headed for the bathroom. What he need right now wasn't a hot shower but a cold one. Louis didn't take forever in the shower. He wanted to get back to Harry.

He stepped out into Harry's room finding him digging through his book bag. He cleared his throat and Harry glanced up smiling at him.

"Hey, uh I set out a t-shirt for you and a extra pair of boxers I figured you could re wear your jeans." He pointed to a pile of folded clothes at the edge of of his bed. Louis picked up the clothes and walked back to the bathroom. He put them on and looked at himself in the mirror staring at his messed up hair. He ran a comb through it and tried to fix it in a semi presentable way. He gave up when he realized there was no helping it. He looked down at the t shirt Harry had given him, it was black with The Ramones written on it. He smiled and put it to his nose, it smelled like Harry.

Harry's pov

Harry rode to school with Louis, he was worried that Harry might still be sick and didn't want him driving. Harry didn't mind though any excuse to stay with Louis for any amount of time was perfectly fine with him. He was surrounded by his smell in the car and it was all he could do not to hyperventilate. They pulled up to the school and joined the other boys.