Friends. // l.s.

Chapter 10 - "You're my snugglemuffin."

Louis' POV

Harry stumbled slightly in the small space of the shower and I caught him by his arm, trying to get him to stand properly, but I soon realized he was in no condition of doing so. Our half naked bodys were extremely close as the walls of the shower limited our elbow-room.

He slurred incoherent words as he leaned himself against me sleepily and I decided it would be better if I let him sit down. Gently, I led his body to sit on the tiled floor and before he was almost down, I let go of him which turned out to be a pretty stupid idea because his head accidentally hit the tap.

Whoops.

I sucked in a breath, sharing his pain and suppressed a smile. Harry's eyes shot open and he groaned, massaging the spot on his scalp. Wrinkling his nose due to the unexpected pain at the back of his head, he suddenly reached out for my hand.

"Lou...," He murmured and closed his eyes back again. I gasped almost silently but didn't move away. He held on to my thumb and tugged my hand to the throbbing spot on his head.

"Uhm, uh, uh," I stuttered and kind of tapped his head awkwardly, probably making it even worse.

What did he expect? I couldn't believe I was in a shower with him in the first place and now I was supposed to take care of his owies? I had witnessed him in a drunken state before, I know he wasn't drunk right now but honestly whenever Harry wasn't totally sober or himself, he was a completely other person, the person I knew.

I could literally see the imprint of his penis through his boxers, that situation itself was beyond uncomfortable and weird. But considering the task ahead, that could only get worse, since I had to obviously turn on the water in order to shower us, his boxers would get soaked again and that was just something I didn't want to see, nor need at all. To make matters worse his briefs were white.

But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, so I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature slightly, not wanting it to be too hot or too cold. Didn't wanna burn that precious bum of mine or freeze it off, do we? It was a great importance in my life and I relied on it in several ways, as taking a dump.

Okay, let's end this here, better stop this before we get into details. I got side-tracked.

The water cascaded down on both of us, the sounds of the droplets crackling against the walls echoed through the small room and it instantly relaxed me. It sounded like pouring rain and I started to hum a melody that came into my mind. I couldn't remember where I had heard that tune before but really, who cared about it anyways. Soon, I felt my body parts getting tired of standing and I struggled with keeping my eyes open. It was late and Harry could sit, so why couldn't I?

I slid down the shower wall dramatically imitating those heartbroken people in movies and planted myself next to Harry. Halfway down, I nearly slipped and crashed down on the wet tiles which was why I was glad that Harry didn't see my little episode. Unfortunately, I hadn't see his hand that was chilling on the tiles beneath me and seated my bum right on it.

"Whoa there, Harold! Can't touch that, uh no." I chuckled, thinking he was already asleep. He didn't move so that was a reasonable assumption. Jokingly, I grabbed his hand from under me and slapped it, snickering to myself. I know I was acting like a five year old, but I couldn't help myself from placing his hand directly on his crotch, adding some pressure and finally letting go. I giggled uncontrollably, almost doubling over at the fact that the perverted Harry was indeed touching himself. I was weird, but he was sleeping so I could do what I want, he wouldn't care. Nothing harassing and proper abusing, though. After all, I had looked after him a couple of times now, so why couldn't I at least gain a little fun out of it. Yet, I was happy that Harry was apparently asleep because in all honesty, I didn't want him hurt and I bet his lungs were burning.