Wall banger
Moving to big city was hard for harry, he was a small town farm boy. He worked at a bakery his whole life and decided that collage was the thing he needed to do. He was saving up since he was 14 so he didn’t have to live in dorms. He hated them.
The thought of having to share a room with a stranger was weird for him. He was close to his sister. He wasn’t too pleased when she moved to Australia to get her education. What’s so good about having summer in the winter time? She was obsessed with it though.
All harry wanted to do was become a lawyer, move out of England and get married to some bloke. He wasn’t picky. But when he came out, things got more difficult for him. His dad refused to pay for any of his schooling. His mother had to do it all alone, so he buckled down and got a scholarship to one of London’s uni’s. He moved in to a sizeable flat on his own, he had internet and food. He was good. But one morning, he woke up to banging by his headboard.
CHAPTER ONE.
Harry was carefully putting his belongings in the spots he had picked when he came and looked at the flat, he hung pictures, blinds, and clocks first. He felt like the walls were to bare. The land lord said he could paint if it was a long term thing. He decided not to. He liked band posters. He hung a bunch.
Then he started putting the bedroom and bathroom together slowly. School didn’t start for another month. But his mother was insuring him that she would be sending money a lot. She didn’t want her baby starving. Harry told her he had a bunch of money. But she refused to let him spend it all. She was a nice woman.
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Harry turned up his music one late Saturday night and cleaned his flat to perfection. He was a neat person; he liked to be alone as well. He was very introverted and he didn’t like it when people were too overwhelming. He looked down at the black plate he had gotten from some store; he cleaned it gently and put it in the dish rack to leave it to dry.
His cat, Marcy came and rubbed her face agents his plaid pajama pants. She purrs, begging for some sort of attention. Harry chuckled and dried his hands slowly; he was a very slow person to begin with.
He liked to take his time with things, get them done properly. A lot of people made fun of him for it. But he enjoyed doing things the way he had done his whole life.
He took his cat and sat down scrolling tumblr silently, listening to music. He hears laughing and stubbing in the flat beside his. He hears a loud bang and moaning. Moaning that’s all he could hear. It sounded like these people were doing it agents the wall. He got up fast and put his ear to the wall. BANG! He felt it agents his face. He jumped back and stumbled a bit; tripping over his long legs and huge feet. He fell on the floor, the cat started going crazy. He got up brushing himself off.
He turned up this music loudly and ignored the loud and hard sex that was happening in the flat next to his. They went on four hours. ‘Whoa, this guy must have strong stamina.’ Harry caught himself thinking. He shook his head and pushed the thoughts out of his mind. Harry hadn’t had a good fuck in god knows how long. Since the party and nick brinks junior year. He hardly even touches himself. He was lonely. He can admit that. He wanted to find a guy who could give him the joys of a relationship and the sex that would rock his world. He needed that. He sat back and ignored the sounds and the moans. He went to sleep annoyed, just wanted the day to end.
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Harry woke up and went to take his garbage to the shout. He tied the bags and opened his door slowly. He pushed his cat back with his foot gently “stay” she looked at her and she mowed and ran through the door. He sighed and ran after her. he got to the garbage shoot and put the things in. he went to find his cat . he was turning out of the little roomo and bumped in to a man holding his orange cat with big green eyes. “this yours” he said. He was short. Nice fringe and beautiful blue eyes. He had a feminine type voice and harry couldn’t find words to respond to the man. He just grabbed the cat and walked away. “god hes beautiful” he whispers to his cat.
He walked in to his flat and closed the door. Looking out his peep hole in the door. He watched as the man walked in to the flat next to his. Harry’s eyes widen. He is the wall banger. Harry slides down to the floor and puts in head in his hands. “Ugh I’m so awkward” he groans and pushed his mess of hair back. He was in his pajamas and had a pasta stain on his shirt. And he just blankly stared at the guy. Now he looks even worse. Harry went for a shower and got better looking. He just sat around his flat in his jeans and jumper over his tattooed body. Harry had just gotten his hair cut short and he had a beanie on over his hair.
Harry was downloading some music when a knock on the door startled him. “God could you knock any louder” he groaned and stumbled to the door. He swung it open and shot out a comment about the knocking “don’t knock so loudly what do you want” he said before he realized it was the wall banger. “Sorry, do you have sugar I could borrow?” he said awkwardly scratching his head and leaning agents the door.
“Um, uh, er. Yeah. Hold on. You can step in” harry widened the door and let him step in. “Sorry about knocking so loud” wall banger bit his lip and crossed his arms over his chest. “that’s not the only thing you do loudly” harry said.’ Whoa why the sudden burst of confidence’ harry thought to his self.
“Pardon me” the shorter man squints his eyes and gave a sassy look. “You were have extremely loud intercourse agents the wall.” harry said . The man laughed and bit his lip. “Sorry?’ he chuckled. Harry gave him sugar “thanks curly” he winked and walked to the door again. “wait what’s your name?” harry blurts out of desperation. “Louis.” He nods and walks out. “I’m harry” harry blurts again. God he was so awkward. “see yah harry” Louis blew a kiss and walked out.
When Louis left harry flung himself on his couch and laughed. He couldn’t stop laughing. He was just in bliss. Louis. Louis. Louis. What’s all he was thinking? He was thinking about Louis’ plump lips and smooth looking hair. His tattoos and his smile. His voice and muscles. He even caught him thinking inappropriately about him, then stopped because harry wouldn’t be caught dead being a perv.
