Hold My Hand | h.s. + n.h.

Chapter Two

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"A party?" I sigh, "I don't know Lou. I have a lot of studying to do; midterm exams are in a week."

"Oh stop being a fucking prissy. Get your whinny ass down here by 9 or I'll come get you myself." Niall demands, his voice a bit grained; he must be somewhere in th same room as Louis. I pull my phone from my ear and frown at it. I didn't know Louis had put me on speakerphone. Louis had just invited me to go to Niall's party he's having tomorrow night, not so conveniently placed on a Tuesday. Midterm exams are in a week's time and I don't know if I can afford to miss studying, this term's line of classes have been difficult and a tone of work. I had thought of switching some of my classes around so this term wouldn't be as difficult, but I had never gotten the time with keeping up a job and going to college at the same time.

"Come on Harryyyyy, do it for me?" Comes Louis' voice, sharp, clear and whinny through the phone speaker even with it pulled away from my face. I look at my phone and raise my eyebrows in mock disgust at Louis' tone before putting it back against the side of my face.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I still have that photo of you and Ian while you were-"

"Ok! Ok I'll come, only if you erase that damned photo." I hear Louis laugh happily in the background as Niall's curt "deal" comes through the line before the call is ended without a goodbye.

I sigh and pull my fingers through my hair from the back of my neck to the front to drag my hands down my face afterwards. I grimace at the memory of the photo Louis had been talking about. It was a photo of me giving someone head on a dare. The guy, Ian, is and was straight during the time of the incident. It was at one of the first parties of the season my freshman year. Half way through the party, a bunch of random people, including myself, settled into a circle and we started playing elementary school games but with a twist of making half the jokes or dares sexual and alcohol, so much alcohol was used. To put it short, Ian and I were both drunk to the point of no return, and we had gotten dared to go in the closet for seven minutes; I think that game is called seven minutes in Heaven? I'm not sure.

We were in there for about a minute, before Ian said in a matter of fact tone, that he had been horny for the past hour. I guess he was meaning to follow up that statement with something having to do with not being able to wait t'ill our time was up so he could go find some release with a random girl just as drunk as he was, but he never did. He let the statement hang heavy and pregnant in the air for my obscured thoughts and over friendliness to take action. I had suddenly started to feel bad because I know how painful having an erection for long periods of time could be, and with those thoughts being a cloud of fog of sudden sympathy for Ian, and I already being certain of my sexuality, ended with me on my knees in front of him. His dick in my mouth. When we both knew he was about to climax, the door had opened and two people, both I didn't know at the time, snapped a picture. One picture, taken by Drake, this seemingly tough guy who is one of the most genuine guys I have ever met, tuned out blurry and distorted because I had jumped back. Louis was the second guy snapping a photo. The little shit had an incredible camera on his phone of the time and had captured the moment even with me moving out of the way.

After that we all just laughed and kind of forgot about it for the rest of the night because along came more alcohol and most of us couldn't stand by the end of the night. That party had put an end to me going to anymore frat parties. Well, not really. I tagged along with Louis but never had more then two drinks. I enjoyed being sober at the parties so that my thoughts were clear and my own, and I could earn a laugh or two, thanks to the smashed people stumbling around. The next  day following suit that first party, I had woken up on the hideous smelling carpet, and girl sleeping in her own vomit laying beside me, well, I had hoped it was her own puke for her sake.