Mind Games | L.S

9 ; nine

Harry woke up to muffled laughter, he wanted to just roll over and fall back asleep but he knew that the boys were probably laughing at him and his gross sleeping face. He sat up and saw Niall and Liam sat on the couch further down than where he was laying, laughing at something on the tv. He then looked over to the angel boy walking his way, and taking a seat next to him.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Liam yelled, coming over to Harry and sitting on the other side of him, ruffling his hair a ton.

Harry glanced over at Louis, laughing a bit at his friends actions when the older boy just looked kind of upset, his eyes on Liam that was now laughing.

"So," Liam started, placing his hand on the curly headed boy's knee, "Me and Niall were thinking since the games with all of us were so fun, that we could have a movie marathon? I know you guys did that last time but now it can include me and Louis? and Zayn left earlier by the way." he suggested, then taking his hand off the boy's knee.

Harry looked over at Louis to get a reaction but all he saw was his gaze on the leg where Liam was just touching him.

"Uhm, yea, sure." Louis said quickly, bringing his hand over and resting it on Harry's leg, again the same spot where Harry's friend had just touched him.

This sent shivers through the boy's back as he pretended he didn't notice.

"Yea, sounds great!" he said with a smile.

Louis quickly removed his hand from the boys leg and got up, going in the kitchen. Harry followed him, getting himself some coffee, adding cream and sugar as usual then taking a sip, closing his eyes and smiling a bit at the taste. He opened his eyes to find the older boy staring at him, who quickly looked away after being caught. Harry just let out a quiet laugh before walking into the other room, sipping his coffee and scrolling on his phone.

"Hey Harry, me and Niall are going to go get more snacks for the movies tonight since he ate all the other food during the week." Liam said, getting on his shoes when Niall came put of his room.

"And now you can be alone with your lover" Niall whispered to me, laughing, before they walked out the door, and of course Harry's face went red.

Harry just sat back against the couch and drank the rest of his coffee, setting his phone down as Louis walked over to him. He sat down next to him and placed his hand on his thigh.

"You really like touching my thighs, huh." Harry teased, looking in the older boys eyes.

"You have nice legs" Louis complimented, looking down at his legs now.

"Stop staring" he said, embarrassed, covering his legs with his hands.

All of the sudden Louis' hand grabs Harry's chin, gently pushing his head up and pressing his lips to the other boys softly. Harry let out a small gasp in suprise but kissed back soon enough, his hands wrapping around the older boys neck. Louis then shifted Harry so that his body was facing him and pulled him onto his lap.
Harry went along and wrapped his legs around his waist as the kiss got harder. They both took a deep breath before Harry slipped his tongue into Louis' mouth with confidence, them now making out on the couch.
When they pulled away they were both panting, leaning their foreheads against each other.

"I can't." Louis simply said, moving Harry off of him and standing up, putting his head in his hands.

"I can't like you as much as I do. I can't be having these thoughts about you. I can't be wanting to touch you every second of everyday, I can't!" His voice started low but ended in almost a yell.

"This can never happen again, sorry." Louis finished, looking at Harry with a face full of regret before running back to his room.

"Wait, why?!" Harry yelled, standing up.

He was met with the sound of Louis' door slamming and locking. He felt so horrible. Tears pricked his eyes as he put his head into his lap, letting a couple fall.
He stood up and went to Louis' door, angry and sad at the same time.

"God forbid me to think the boy of my dreams /finally/ liked me back! Thank you for leading me on!" He yelled at the door, a loud sob leaving his mouth as he walked into Niall's room.

He knew he couldn't just leave his friends when they were out buying him food and looking forward to watching movies with him, so he was just going to have to pretend he was fine until he went home.

(Louis' POV third)

Louis slammed his fist into his bed multiple times, wanting to scream. He wishes more than anything he didn't have such strong feelings for the beautiful younger boy he knows as Harry. He likes him so much but he didn't want to, what would Niall say? What would his mom say? What would everyone say?
Half of him cares about what people think of him and the rumors that will be spread, but the other half doesn't because he likes Harry too much to cate what anyone else thinks. He felt awful for leading him on because he knows that he feels the same way.
He sighed loudly and layed on his bed, feeling his eyes water.

"That boy drives me crazy" he whispered to himself, replaying the memories from their kisses to when he caught Harry dreaming of him. Then he started thinking about when he first saw him the first day he had slept over his house, shirtless in the kitchen.

Even then Harry made his breath get caught in his throat but he wasn't as fond of him then as he is now, seeing him laugh and play around with Niall, wishing it were him. Seeing him walk around sleepy in the morning, needing coffee. He wished that he could openly act on his feelings but he guesses Harry was right, he was scared to touch him in public.

He so badly wishes he wasn't.