NIALL'S POV
For some reason Niall and Louis found themselves cleaning the apartment that afternoon. He had a feeling it was because Louis wanted to take his mind off Josh being over, but if that were true then that would mean that Louis actually cared which would then mean that he liked Niall. Ridiculous. Music was blasting from the speakers as they cleaned the living room. Niall found it increasingly difficult to look away from Louis' swaying hips and his bum wiggling to the beat. He absentmindedly adjusted himself in his loose shorts and continued sweeping.
Right Thurr came on and Louis turned around smiling at Niall and began to jokingly shimmy towards him shaking his non-existent boobs. Niall follows his lead and starts bobbing to the music, they're both laughing their heads off as they get closer to each other then suddenly they're grinding on each other and their laughter slowly subsides. Whatever joke that was happening before turned to seriousness as they rubbed their fronts together, Niall's hands found their way to Louis' waist and rested there. If it were possible at that point they became even closer and Louis was then turning around until Niall's hardening crotch was bumping up against his best friend's firm ass.
He threw back his head- and all caution to the wind- and moaned at the delicious feeling spreading over his body and he tightened his arms around Louis' lithe body. His friend pushed his hips back and grinded firmly onto Niall's hard on as he twined his arms behind him and around Niall's neck. Niall couldn't even hear the music now as he concentrated on making Louis feel as good as he did. His hands explored Louis' muscle hardened chest then crept down and slipped up under his shirt. He grinned when he felt Louis shiver and heard his groan, he stroked the warm skin and when he found his nipples he tweaked them gently. Louis shuddered and ground back into Niall even harder. He felt one of Louis' small hands clasp one of his own and slowly guide it downwards, Niall could barely believe it when he felt his hand resting upon Louis' equally hard boner.
Niall thought he'd died and gone to heaven but the spell was broken by the phone sharply ringing, filling the apartment with dread. There were only a limited number of people that had the home phone's number and top of the list was HQ. Louis jumped out of Niall's arms and leapt over the couch to grab the phone, he was still panting and took a second to catch his breath before he answered it.
"Yeah? Yeah. Tomorrow. Okay. Yeah. Got it. Mhmm. Yeah. Bye sir." Was all that Niall got from the one-sided conversation.
"We're going to Austria tomorrow?" Niall gathered.
"Uh yeah. Listen, um what just happened then was banter, you know? So let's just forget it ever happened."
Niall went from rock hard to flaccid in, what he was sure, was world record time. "Are you bloody serious Lou? Did you forget that you freaking started this and you were so into it. I could tell, I am a guy as well in case that's slipped your mind. What is your problem? I really don't think your parents would give a damn if their only son was gay, I don't. Your parents were lovely, understanding people and homophobia does not fit into the description of Mr and Mrs Tomlinson."
"Maybe I don't want to be gay! Maybe I want to prove everyone in school wrong, everyone who teased me for being a fairy in the academy," Louis almost shouted at Niall.
"Wow, well you're doing an excellent job on that front Louis! I can't tell which was the more convincing point of your argument- when you grinded against me? Or when you moaned like a slut when my hands were under your shirt," Niall retorted, finally breaking and throwing shit back at Louis just to hurt him.
Louis just gaped at him for a moment before striding over, and for one second Niall thought he was going to kiss him. But then the front of Louis' fist connected with his mouth and he was bowled over. He looked up at Louis and was suddenly scared of what he might do, because he knows that if it weren't for the base human instinct to survive, if Louis were to start beating the shit out of him he would do nothing except maybe roll away. Never, would Niall ever raise a hand to Louis unless it was practice or just friendly rough housing.
His friend might have seen the look in Niall's eyes or maybe just came back to earth, because the expression on Louis' face changed from predator to something unrecognisable. He pulled back, grabbed Niall's hand and helped him to his feet, muttered a tiny, "Sorry" then stormed away to his room.
It was only after the walls had stopped reverberating from the slammed door when Niall realised that the look on Louis' face was pure shame.
