New Guy on the Street (Larry)

Chapter Six: Don't Wake Me Up

I wake up with a start. My eyes are open, but I can't see a thing. My face is buried in something warm which I quickly register as Mr. Tomlinson's chest. He had tried to wake me up last night, to go home I presume, but I wouldn't budge. So here I am, sleeping in a twenty-six year old man's bed. And I don't mind at all. In fact, I quite enjoy laying here and breathing in Louis' scent and warmth. When his arm snakes around me, I have to fight a grin from forming on my face.

"I know you're awake, Styles," he speaks suddenly, startling me for the second time this morning. I remain still and try to play asleep. "I can feel you blinking."

"I'm not awake," I mumble to him, which more than likely sounded like 'mhfre oerj ekfherk' or something not human. Louis chuckles, the vibrations rumbling through his chest.

"Wake up," Louis demands. He still has his arm around me, not moving it. I sigh into his chest.

"Why?" I moan, burying myself deeper into him. He backs away so that I won't get too close to him and pulls back his arm. I pull back too, not understanding what just happened, with a pouty look on my face, which he studies intently.

"Your mom will be looking for you and then when she doesn't find you, she'll blame me and then we will never get to have another 'sleepover' again," he explains, mocking my pout. He ruffles my hair before turning and swinging himself out of the bed. He throws a shirt at my face. I didn't even realize I wasn't wearing one. My hands fly up to my chest to cover up my third and fourth nipples.

"Mr. Tomlinson!" I start to complain. "Why am I not wearing a shirt?"

"I didn't want you being uncomfortable," he says walking over to me. "And besides," he moves my hands, "those are kind of cute." He signals to the two things I was trying to cover up. I roll my eyes.

"Please tell me I'm wearing pants," I beg hoping the answer is yes.Louis doesn't respond, making me even more nervous. He just turns his back towards me and starts digging through his closet. Silently. "Mr. Tomlinson?" He still doesn't respond. "Am I at least wearing underwear?"

"Please, Harry. I don't take underwear off until the second date," he says with his back still towards me. Louis whirls around and throws a pair of pants at me, which I catch this time. Date?

I stand up from his bed. "How did I not wake up when you were stripping me?" I ask as I pull on the pants.

"I think you had a caffeine crash. I swear once you have four cups of coffee late at night, when you go down, you aren't coming up." He shrugs. I can feel him watching me when I put on the shirt. Honestly, it weirds me out a bit. "We should get you home," he speaks up after a while of silence.

"Okay," I respond. I follow him to the front door where I put on my shoes and walk out of his house. We begin to walk over to my place side by side. Not once did we say a word until we reached the front of my house. "Thanks for letting me stay last night. I'm sorry I came so late."

"No problem. If your mom ever does that again, you're always welcome to come over to my place and hide," he says with a smirk.

"I'll keep that in mind," I respond. "Do you want to come inside?" He shakes his head at my offer and backs away with a nervous chuckle.

"No way," he denies. "I'd rather not have to explain to your mother why you're wearing my clothes."

"I don't think she cares," I say slowly as I study Louis' panicked face.

"Yeah, she might think something happened between us and I-"

"Nothing happened," I cut him off.