the flat. (larry stylinson)

part four: "oi, oi."

Harry woke up at two a.m., not that tired. The AC in his room still wasn't fixed, but the way Zayn and Niall were sleeping soundly in the bed, he knew they were comfortable. Liam was on the floor; he fell. Harry slid from underneath Liam. Harry had fell too. He took off the jeans he was wearing and his shirt. The boxers hugged his lower body, but he didn't care. He was hot.

Harry fluffed his hair and walked out his room. He went into the kitchen, sitting on the chair at the island.

"Harry."

Harry jumped when he heard his voice. Louis was on the couch, the light switched off. Harry shook his head, anger coursing through him. "Hell no, get the fuck out Louis. I'm not doing it again!" He growled in a whisper, but Louis' stiletto didn't move an inch. "Now."

"No."

Harry could almost feel Louis' smirk. "How did you get in here?"

"I own this building." He said, chuckling. "Liam told me to pick him up, but I saw you two were too busy cuddling on the floor to realize."

Harry blushed as Louis walked toward him. Louis stood in between his legs and smiled. Harry could see Louis' smile no matter how dark it was. "I'm sorry."

"For?"

Louis moved closer. "For acting like an asshole. For saying what I said. I didn't mean it, I promise I didn't. I just get...um scared about that topic."

"Are you in the closet?"

Louis jumped back. "No! No. It's just weird to be gay, in my opinion." He said, instantly regretting it. "Wait, I didn't mean that either!"

"So, I'm weird to you." Harry said, more to himself. "Great."

Louis bit his lip. "You are weird, but I like it."

Harry jumped down, the front part of his body rubbed against Louis's front. Harry held his breath, he could've sworn he felt something. Harry could feel Louis' breathing on his bare chest. Harry realized how underdressed he was right now. Louis touched Harry's chest, looking up at the boy. Harry shut his eyes.

Louis felt Harry shiver. "Harold, why aren't you wearing clothes?" He said, not removing his hand. The heat on Harry's chest was intoxicating. "Is your room too hot? I'll get someone to do something about it. Have you even slept since you've been here? Oh my goodness. I told Liam to make sure you were comfortable. Niall too."

"It's a bit hot, yeah. I can't sleep if it's too hot. So if you can make the time, I'd love that. Thank you."

"Always, Harold."

Harry liked the way Louis said his full name. He got the name from his dad. Harry wished that his dad was here. He hasn't seen him in a month. Harry reached behind him, switching on the light. Louis' eyes shut, not prepared for the light to switch on. That gave Harry the chance to stare at the older man. Louis was growing out his beard and Harry liked it. Louis was dressed in a black shirt and a navy blue jacket. Louis' eyes shot open and Harry bit his lip to contain the groan. The color Louis was wearing made his blue eyes stand out brightly. His hair was wild, but perfectly wild. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy man standing in front of him. He was breathtaking. Louis noticed Harry checking him out and he pulled a funny face.