❝high.❞ [h.s & l.t]

part two

The next morning Louis was feeling a little anxious. It might have just been a comedown symptom, or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't remember who's house he was in, or anything that had happened last night.

All he remembers was eating a bar of hash with some of his buddies, and suddenly he was in a stranger's bed in a stranger's appartment.

"Shit," Louis mumbled, throwing the sheets off himself and putting on his shirt that had been lying on the carpet.

Louis opened the door cautiously and tiptoed down the hallway. What if the guy was a murderer? Or he kidnapped him last night and brought him back here? Or worse, a Republican?

But as soon as Louis saw Harry's brown curls over the stove, he remembered everything. He remembered leaving his friends and tripping over his feet in the middle of the road, Harry finding him, and—embarrassingly—kissing Harry ten minutes after their introduction to one another.

Louis stepped into the kitchen, where a shirtless Harry was making breakfast—bacon and eggs, as far as Louis could tell—in a pan on the stovetop.

"Morning," Harry said slowly, without turning around. He must've heard Louis step in.

"Hi," Louis said awkwardly. Louis didn't exactly know where him and Harry stood, at this point. "What exactly, um, happened last night?"

"Well, what do you remember?" Harry asked, leaning his elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Louis advanced forward and sat down at one of the three stools aligned with the counter. "I remember getting here in the taxi. But the rest's a blur."

Harry shifted so he was leaning closer to Louis. "You were stoned." Louis rolled his eyes. "But when we got here, I kissed you again," Harry whispered, almost seductively. He touched Louis' lips with his index finger. "Such pretty lips. Talented, too."

Louis' breath hitched in his throat. "What, uh, what else happened?" He asked weakly.

"Nothing else. I put you to bed, and you fell asleep quickly." Harry stared intently at Louis with his bright green eyes, keeping them locked with Louis' blue ones.

"Okay," Louis whispered. Harry was close now, so close he could feel his breath on his face.

"You are very pretty, Lou," Harry said, tilting Louis' chin up with his forefinger.

Louis felt dizzy. It was probably because of his comedown, but it might also be because this beautiful human being was so damn close to him. His eyes fluttered closed as Harry's lips descended onto his own, a noise of surprise coming from the back of his throat.

The angle was awkward, and both boys had morning breath, but the passion that came from their lips made up for it. Harry's hands came up to cup Louis' face, and Louis' did the same with Harry's.

They parted after a minute, breathing heavily. They stayed close, though, still gripping each other's cheeks.

"So, uh," Harry started, still panting. "Why were you in the middle of the road last night?"

"I got high with some of my friends," Louis replied honestly. He wanted to be truthful with Harry from the beginning in case this was going somewhere. "Next thing you know I'm being woken up by a complete stranger with curly hair."

"That can't be good for you," Harry said.

"My friends...they tell me I get high too much," Louis admitted.

"They're probably right."

It was quiet for a minute, and then;

"...I know. I'm working on that."

most chapters will be 550-600 words, more or less.