The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

twenty two

Louis' P.O.V
It's been about three days since the trip and I'm already wishing we were back out out the lake.

I've always had great experiences there, to be honest.

Now I'm just sitting in gym, under the bleachers with Zayn. Smoking a joint. Living the high-life, if ya know what I mean.

"Does Liam know about your bad blunt habit?" I asked, handing the blunt back to him.

"He does. He's trying to help me quit." Zayn sighed, inhaling and exhaling calmly.

"Huh. We're gonna fail gym, you know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Third times a charm, eh?" Zayn snickered, nearly choking on the blunt when Liam just so happened to pass by, accidentally kicking a soccer ball under the bleachers.

"Ooh, bus-ted." I laughed, nudging Zayn.

He only rolled his eyes, pouting at his boyfriend's frown. "Zee, you were doing so well."

"I really wasn't," Zayn mumbled, rubbing his arms up and down, a habit that he has had lately.

"Babe, why didn't you tell me?" Liam asked, pulling a teary-eyed Zayn into his lap.

"You were so proud of me, I," Zayn sniffled, fisting Liam's jersey, "I didn't wanna upset you."

"Babe.. shh," Liam coaxed a now crying Zayn, "it's okay, I promise."

"Should I go?" I asked suddenly, not sure what else to do.

Zayn sobbed into Liam's chest, then, and I took that as a yes. I'm just not very good with crying and emotions.. sometimes. Liam gave me an apologetic look before I left, still calming his boyfriend down.

Once I appeared from underneath the bleachers, I cringed at how bright the sun happened to be.

"Tomlinson! Where the hell have you been?" asked coach Corden, scaring the living hell out of me.

"I had to use the, uh, loo." I lied, not wanting to be sent to the principles office anymore before graduation.

"For half an hour?"

"I don't mean to be rude, but, why the hell were you timing me?"

Corden rolled his eyes at my question before turning his back to watch the track team run their laps.

"That's what I thought," I mumbled, climbing on top of the bleachers.

"Hey, baby, how's it going?" a pervy jock asked me, suddenly, arm wrapping itself around my waist.

"I'm not your baby, baby." I stated, practically ripping his arm out of socket once I managed to pry it away and push him down, and off of the bleachers.

Several weird looks were shot my way but I could honestly care less. And so could Corden. He's usually great, on days that the track team aren't practicing.

I smiled and gave the guy the finger once he managed to recompose himself and give me the ugliest look.

Eventually, after the jocks stopped hitting on me, I watched the track team run. Did I forget to mention that Harry and Niall are on the track team? Yeah? Well, now you know.

All of a sudden, they stopped running and crowded around someone who happened to be wheezing, and then I realized. That's my baby.

I sprinted down the steps of the bleachers, then, at record speed, pushing myself through the crowd so that I could get to him.

When I finally managed to get to him, I pulled out his emergency inhaler and helped him breathe, coaxing the shaking boy. "Harry baby are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah Lou I'm fine.." he said, but I, the worried boyfriend, begged to differ.

"Everyone go on, yeah? Nothing to see here." I said aloud, to the crowd that finally began to walk off.

"Baby that's the third asthma attack this week. I'm not so sure that you should still be on the track team," I sighed, pulling him into my arms.

I felt him sigh into my shoulder, mumbling something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said, I know. I just want you to be proud of me.."

I grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss at that, catching him off guard, "I am proud of you, Harry. I just hate to see you struggle."

Harry frowned, tears forming in his beautiful eyes. "No no, baby.. don't cry. I won't make you quit the track team."

"Really?" he hiccupped, giggling a little when I kissed the tears away.

"Yes, really. I'll cheer you on at your next race, sound good?" I asked him, kissing his soft, beautiful lips after he nodded his head yes.

A familiar cough broke up our little moment, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Tomlinson, I saw you sprint over and wanted to offer you a spot on the track team." Corden said, giving Harry a smile.

"Oh, uh.. I mean, I dunno," I said, looking to Harry for a response.

"That would be great, Louis! Come on, pleaaase?" he asked, or, well, begged.. who could say no to that face?

"Alright, alright. I'll take it." I shook hands with Corden, earning a big kiss on the cheek from Harry and a delighted smile.

"Alright, then. You two come to practice after school and we'll get Louis here suited up."

Harry squealed at that, hugging me tight. Corden chuckled before walking off and then the bell rang.

Nothing else got interesting enough after that besides Harry and I being late to class because we were making out in a janitor's closet. (;

And after school practice was rough, but on the bright side, Harry didn't have an asthma attack.

"We should probably shower before our shift at Starbucks, babe." Harry suggested, pulling me into the empty locker room with him.

"Yikes, it smells in here. Even more than usual," I pinched the bridge of my nose, breath hitching slightly when realizing that Harry's already undressed and leaning against a half opened shower curtain.

"Come on, I'll scrub that beautiful bum of yours." he winked, watching me get undressed afterwards before he got the water running.

Soon after another make out session under the running water, my bum was perked out towards harry, arms on the wall, another moan escaping my lips once he managed to bottom out. Truthfully, we knew that we were gonna be late for work. But we didn't really care at the moment.

"Nnngh.. 'M gonna.." I tried to warn him, coming all over the wall in front of me.

Harry moaned at that, coming and eating me out soon after.

"Alright, now let's wash up and suit up for work." Harry said, scrubbing my sensitive bum with a bar of soap.

"Mm, yeah, we're already late though." I said, in a daze.

"They won't mind, we've never been late to work before." he chuckled, scrubbing the rest of my body.

"I love you, Harry." I said,completely changing the subject while Harry rinsed me off under the water.

"I love you too," he said sincerely, handing me the bar of soap.

I scrubbed him down and once we were all suited up and ready for work, we hopped in the car and drove off, my free hand on his while driving.

"I'm so happy," he said suddenly, causing me to smile and squeeze his hand a little.

"Me too, love. Me too."

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Fluffy + shower smut and caring boyfriends chapter because I felt like it (: Hope you enjoyed it.