One Of Her Students.

Chapter Ten

A few hours later, Zayn and Louis were unbelievably drunk. It was reaching close to 2:30AM. They finished doing their last shots before they both staggered over to where Liam and Harry were standing. The people were starting to disappear slowly as the time went on and after the more drunk Louis and Zayn got. It made Harry a little nervous how drunk Louis was. He was sweaty and a mess, but he made it look so attractive, so fucking hot. Liam caught Zayn in his arms as they reached each other. 

"Lou, I’m guessing you’re crashing here. Harry? Do you need a ride home or do you wanna stay too? Or..?" Liam offered.

"I should probably go back to Niall’s—"

“No!" Louis shouted almost, he stumbled forward, grabbing Harry’s hands. "Stay with me." He mumbled, pulling Harry into a surprised hug - more of an embrace.

"O-Okay." Harry stuttered, peering over Louis’ shoulder to look at Liam - who was smiling. He winked at Harry, causing Harry’s face to turn a shade of pink.

"We should all have a foursome." Zayn suggested, grinning at Liam. This caused Liam and Harry to burst out laughing. "I mean, you’re hot," Zayn pointed at Louis, "Liam’s hot, Harry’s hot." He slurred, "I’m hot.” 

"You would like that, wouldn’t you babe?" Liam laughed, grabbing Zayn’s hand. "Let’s go to sleep. Your head is gonna kill you in the morning." He chuckled.  

After Liam and Zayn said their goodnights, Louis and Harry were left alone in a random room that Louis claimed as ‘his room when he stayed over.’ Harry could feel his heart jumping out of chest as he glanced at Louis, unsure of what he was planning to do. Louis stripped off his shirt, not really acknowledging Harry. Harry stared as Louis threw his shirt on the floor, swallowing. Louis got into bed and watched Harry. “Are you coming to sleep or..?”

"Yeah." He said, a smile played on his lips as he crawled up into the bed with Louis. Louis pulled the blanket up for him as he got under. As soon as the blanket was over the both of them, Louis tangled their legs causing Harry to freeze at the touch but he relaxed almost immediately.

"I was scared, you know." Louis said quietly, his eyes closed. Harry turned over and faced Louis. He watched his closed eyelids as he continued to talk, aware that he was still tipsy. "I didn’t want to hurt you. I felt like you had been hurt way too many times over just the past two years and I didn’t want to add to the list." He paused, "God, I feel like I’ve known you forever." He whispered, moving his face closer to Harry’s. His eyes still closed. Harry stayed silent, just watching Louis. His heart was beating rapidly. "My dad’s right. Eleanor’s right. I run away when I get scared. I let you down—"

He was cut off when Harry pressed his lips softly to his. It wasn’t rough and full of lust like the first one, it was full of just love. He knew that there was a chance that Louis might not even remember this in the morning, but he didn’t care. Maybe that’s what made it so much easier for him to do it. He felt Louis’ hands make their way up to caress his cheek. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was sweet. It wasn’t so wet and sloppy like the other one. He felt Louis nuzzle his nose into the nape of Harry’s neck as he wrapped his arm around Harry’s skinny waist. Harry sighed deeply, breathing in Louis’ scent. He wanted to just stay there forever. He didn’t want to wake up and find the bed empty. He knew it was bound to happen because good things always ended for him eventually.

But to his surprise, Louis didn’t leave. When Louis woke up it was still a little dark outside, he found himself tangled in sweaty limbs. He could hear Liam downstairs yelling for Zayn to turn on the air conditioner because ’it was so damn hot’. He turned his head, seeing Harry’s sleeping face. Harry was fully clothed, but Louis was missing his shirt. He found himself just watching the boy curiously, his fingers slid along Harry’s side. He watched as a few drops of sweat fell off of Harry’s curls and onto his cheek or onto the pillow next to him. He was scared, he honestly was. It scared him that this boy made him feel so different, but so right. Even though his head was pounding, he could remember asking Harry to the party last night. He reached over slowly to the nightstand next to Harry to grab his phone. Harry moved a bit in the bed but stayed asleep. He opened his phone, the bright screen made him squint his eyes. 7:32AM. Why the hell was he up so early? Especially since he partied so hard last night. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles before setting his phone back on the table. He suddenly felt sick as the alcohol was making its way back up. He got up carefully and ran to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet. About ten minutes passed when he brushed his teeth and walked back into the room where Harry was. He crawled back into the bed and turned his attention back to the boy who was laying so close to him.