you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)

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[LOUIS'S POV)

As me and Harry leave McDonalds I can't help but glance constantly between the road and the passenger seat.

Because maybe I'm a perv who loves to see this kid all hot and bothered.

I know he's trying to hold back an episode...

And honestly, I want to watch. I do.

Really bad.

My car isn't the sturdiest thing in the entire world, okay? It doesn't exactly glide across the pavement that well... Lets just put it that way.

And he seems to be really liking... Or hating these bumps in the road.

I can't tell if it's pleasure he's feeling or embarrassment from his facial expressions.

He whimpers when we reach my driveway, obviously trying so hard to hold it back.

The only thing that's in reach of him is my arm and he takes it, digging his nails right into the flesh of my skin.

I don't even wince, really.

Would it be sick if I said I kinda liked it?

... A little. Yeah.

"Harry... It's okay, just... It's alright..." I stammer out and places a hand over his face as he squeezes intensely hard.

"S-Sorry, I'm really sor-" He squeaks out quietly, and is cut off by a soft, shaky... Almost quite cute-- moan.

"Don't be sorry... Really it's okay Harry..." I soothe and move to rub his back.

He flinches and I see tears.

I hate his tears.

I hate when he's upset.

I hate his disorder...

But I love it.

I'm so sick.

...Fuck.

"H-Harry, hey... Come on, don't cry. It's not your fault," I say quietly, and he softens up then, sniffling and unbuckling his seat belt.

I get out, and grab his bag, then trot to his door with a smile, even though he's flushed pink and more embarrassed than ever.

He still won't say anything as I lead him to my door. I'm so filled with excitement and I can't stop thinking of all the things we can do and talk about in the night.

When I open the door, my mom isn't home.

Still at work, I assume.

Harry enters with shaky legs and he clears his throat quietly, looking around as we stand by my front door.

"There's a bathroom down the hall..." I say, handing him his bag, because I think he's itching to change his underwear.

"Thanks," Is all he mutters with a quick smile, as he shuffles down the hall, and turns into the bathroom.

I watch the whole time, as he leaves, and I wait.

I always wait by the bathroom door for him and he probably thinks I'm some sort of weirdo with a fetish for his disorder.

...That's more accurate than I'm comfortable with, actually.

When he comes out, he's all smiles again.

Good.

That's how he should always be.

"Why do you um... Wait by the door for me?" He asks, coming out from the bathroom slowly with his bag.

My face heats up and I shrug like it's a casual topic.

It's not.

It's sooo not casual at all.

"I just... I just want to make sure you're okay. You know?" I say, laughing nervously, and I can tell that he doesn't actually believe this statement with the shy smirk he's trying to hold back.

"Want to play some video games?" I switch direction in conversation, and he nods to my relief, then we make our way to my living room.

One thing that I didn't expect is for Harry to be so good at video games.

I thought I was good.

Yeah... No.

After the tenth round of Mario Kart, I give up and turn to face him.

He's smiling and blushing, then pauses the game.

"You suck," He says teasingly, and I raise one eyebrow.

"Oh really now?" I say and lunge, tackling him to the ground and tickling him mercilessly.

He flails a little, giggling and trying to catch his breath. "You suck, you suck!" He sing songs and I finally pin him by both wrists to the floor.

We're both panting and laughing until we stop, and swallow, almost at the same time as we stare at each other.

I want to kiss him.

That's all I can even think about as he takes his bottom lip and bites on it.

Maybe I stare for too long, because he breaks a smug smile. "Earth to Louis, you're crushing my wrists," He says in a joking voice, and my eyes focus once more.

I let off and clear my throat, trying not to blush, but in the end, I'm redder than a tomato.

"Sorry," I say with a shy smile, and he sits up, looking at me like we're more than just friends.

But we're only friends... Right?

"You need to practice your Mario Kart," He says and giggles, then I move closer to him almost instinctively.

I touch my shoulders with his, side by side as we look at each other. I nod, because yes. I really do need to practice if I ever want to beat him.

Or impress him.

"You hungry?" I ask, and it comes out in a whisper. I didn't expect it to, but it did and he nods.

"As long as it doesn't have peanuts. I'm allergic." He says and makes a crooked smile, one dimple cratering his cheek.

Is he aware of how fucking adorable he is?

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Hiii! I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been grounded and so it has been hard to update lately.

I hope you like this chapter!

I will be updating again today, since you guys had to wait so long.

How does that sound, my little kittens? ;)

Much love,

Amber xx