One Of Her Students.

Chapter Seventeen

After dinner, they were all in Gemma’s living room. They sat around just watching the TV. Gemma sat in the chair next to the couch that Harry and Louis were both on. As time went on, Harry sprawled himself out - his head was in Louis’ lap while his legs were across the rest of it, his feet were sort of dangling off of the couch. Louis’ fingers massaged through his curly hair gently, letting his nails scratch against his scalp lightly. Harry sighed as he closed his eyes, almost humming from how good it felt. Louis smiled down at him, watching his eyelids until they fluttered open. He returned the smile with a toothy grin. 

Gemma watched out of the corner of her eyes, the smile that was on her brother’s face. Something she hadn’t seen in such a long time. It made her feel all happy inside. She felt a small smile twitch on her lips as they pecked each other’s lips quickly. Louis began to move around until Harry sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes.

"We should probably get going. Louis rented some really pretty hotel room, so we’re staying there tonight. We’ll be back tomorrow, if that’s alright?" Harry asked, watching his sister. 

"Of course it’s okay." She grinned, standing up as well. She walked to her little brother and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She kissed the top of his curls before mumbling to him that she loves him and she missed him a lot. She then turned to Louis, who was politely waiting for them to finish their moment. He gave her a sweet smile as she walked over and hugged him too.

"Bye Louis, see you tomorrow." 

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When they arrived back to their hotel room, it looked exactly like how they had left it. Harry walked into the room, going through his suitcase. He found another pair of sweatpants and a random shirt before turning to Louis who had just walked into the room.

"That was fun." Louis smiled, walking to him and wrapping his arms around his waist. "I was thinking.. Maybe you could come to my mum’s house with me on Christmas? I usually stay the night there on Christmas eve.. You don’t have to—"

Harry nodded, “Of course I will.” He muttered, leaning his face into Louis’ shoulder. He breathed in his scent deeply, wanting to just hide himself forever in his arms. They stood like that for a few minutes, Louis’ fingers trailing up and down his spine. Harry was so still it was almost like he fell asleep while standing up. But he moved slightly and slowly, “I’m going to take a shower.” He smiled, “Wait for me, my love?” He winked.

Louis grinned, nodding. “Of course.” 

Harry walked into the bathroom, stripping his shirt off before closing the door. He turned and caught Louis staring - so he winked again before shutting the door. He chuckled slightly to himself, shaking his head. 

When he got into the shower, he closed his eyes as the boiling hot water hit his back. He liked how it felt on his skin though. When he opened his eyes, he watched as a few drops fell down from his hair and onto his chest. But suddenly, he felt something next to him. He gasped, almost falling over, but arms caught him. He felt someone press their lips against his ear, letting out a chuckle. “Hi.” He heard the person whisper.

He knew who the sweet voice belonged to. He looked up and met Louis’ soft blue eyes. Was this really happening? Louis was in the shower. With him. And they were both naked. This wasn’t the first time that they saw each other naked, but it was the first shower together, naked. “You scared the shit out of me.” Harry mumbled, as Louis pushed him against the shower wall gently. A low growl came from Louis’ lips, turning Harry on even more than the fact that they were both naked in a steamy shower.

He felt Louis’s lips trail along his neck, causing the speed of his breathing to increase. He let out a small moaning noise as he felt Louis bite down on his sensitive spot on his neck. Louis tongue rubbed over the spot before he sucked and nipped at it until there was a marking that basically was claiming Harry as his own. He did it over and over again until there were multiple love bites along his neck and his Adam’s apple. Louis’ little markings kept getting lower and lower as time went on, they now trailed from his neck to along his upper and lower chest now.