Locker 17

Chapter 20

*Louis' POV*

Harry's hands starts to travel up my thigh and up my side. His other hand is placed on my neck, his thumb gently rubs on my flaming cheek. I can see his eyes looking up at my eyes and then down to my lips trying to assure himself if it's ok. I nod in agreement of his actions. His face starts to inch closer and closer as he leans in. My breathing starts to get heavy and the room starts to get warmer. Harry's eyes start to flicker and so do mine when his lips touch mine. His lips are just as I remember them, soft and silky. He starts off slow his lips sucking on my lower one and I do the same. He scoots closer to me, close enough to where his thigh is touching mine. He shifts his body to face me and I follow. The kiss intensifies when forces he in twines his tongue with mine, and he starts to moan a bit. I can see his bulge growing tight on his boxers. Just when he's about to lift my shirt up there's a knock at the door. Why now? 

Harry jerks back, his cheeks are flushed and his trying to catch his breath as quietly as he can. 

"Louis?" 

It's my mum, of course she'd be the one to ruin a perfect time like this. 

"Yes mum?"

I groan.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing mum."

"Louis can you open this door?"

Harry and I look at each other with widened eyes. Before I can say anything Harry goes under the sheets of my bed and pretends to be asleep. I lay the blankets on the floor and a pillow at the top so my mum can assume we were sleeping. Thankfully I'm still fully clothed.

I get up to open the door, slowly opening it as if I'm trying not to wake Harry up. I don't open the door fully, just a crack.

"Is that Harry?"

She asks when she glances behind me. 

"Yeah."

"What is he doing here?"

More questions fuck man.

"He didn't feel good and he didn't want to bother his mum so I told him he could stay over. Besides we've been friends for a while remember? I'm not going to do anything mum, we're just friends so you can stop giving me that look."

She sighs and kisses my forehead.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I close the door as soon as I hear her close her bedroom door.  When I turn around Harry's laying on his side with his forearm supporting his weight. That smirk never seems to leave his face whenever I'm with him. The way his cheeks are bright red in the dim light of the room is exquisite. 

I walk over to finish laying down the sheets neatly. 

"You know I can stay on the floor?"

Harry whispers trying to not wake up my mum or make her come back. 

"No. I want to stay on the floor."

Actually I don't want to stay on the floor but knowing that Harry has his side all bruised up, he can't sleep on the hard cold ground. Then again there the other option.

"Why don't we just both share the bed?"

He speaks. That option. The bed is pretty big after all, enough for both of us to fit in but I know better. The offer is tempting but not today. 

"Because I don't want to. Period."

"You don't want to share the bed with me?"

He pouts, sarcastically of course. As much as I want to, I can't risk my mum coming in and find me and Harry sharing a bed. Hell no.