The Art of Being a Gentleman

Chapter 6

The powder pink haze of dawn streams in through the translucent sliding doors of the hotel room. The ethereal light gives Harry and Louis, both sound asleep and tangled up in pure white sheets, a peach colored glow that highlights the thin sheen of sweat that covers them. Harry has his arm draped over Louis' abdomen and his head resting on Louis' chest, which is covered in splotches of red and purple. He wakes up just as the pink haze shifts into a warm yellow, smiling as he observes how peaceful Louis looks when he's asleep. He looks over at the digital clock to see that it's a little bit past seven. They need to check out of the hotel in an hour.

"Lou," Harry whispers, propping himself on his elbow.

Louis mumbles in his sleep and turns over to face Harry, unconsciously seeking out his warmth. Harry sighs at that before he leans down to kiss Louis' earlobe.

"Wake up, dear," Harry mumbles against the crown of Louis' head.

Louis hums as he stirs awake from his deep sleep, cracking an eye open to look up at Harry. "Hmm, I don't wanna."

Harry shakes his head as he lays back down and strokes Louis' cheeks. "I know, but we have to check out soon."

Louis breathes a deep sigh, placing his hand over Harry's. "My ass hurts."

Harry guffaws at the sudden confession, instantly placing his hand over his mouth to quiet himself down. "Sucks for you. I personally feel great."

Louis widens his eyes and seems to move in a blur as he sits up and stuffs a pillow in Harry's face. "Ugh, and I'm the insufferable one?!"

Harry tries to talk through the pillow, but his words come out muffled.

Louis laughs. "Sorry, babe, can't hear you."

While Louis is distracted by his amusement, Harry shoots up into a sitting position and yanks the pillow away from his face. Louis yelps in shock when Harry grabs him by the wrists and pins him down on the bed. Louis instantly grinds upward, showing once again just how much he loves getting manhandled.

"Don't let that action fool you," Louis says, clenching his thighs together. "I can't do anymore. I'm worn out."

Harry nods as if he completely understands. "I know. You see, when a person gets fucked as good as you were-"

"My God!"

"They tend to be a mess the next day," Harry continues, trying and failing to contain his laughter. "Your condition is-"

"I will kick you in the-"

"Hey!" Cara's voice comes from behind their door, startling the both of them. "You two better not be fucking, you've done enough of that. we have to get our asses out of here! One minute late and we have to pay extra. Move it!"

"Don't be so rude," Liam's voice reprimands.

"Oh, get away from the door!" Perrie's voice demands. "Sorry, guys. We need you downstairs in thirty minutes, no rush. Love you, dimples!"

"Love you, Periwinkle!" Harry shouts back.

Louis pouts and turns away from Harry, mumbling under his breath. Harry rolls his eyes at the childish action, already knowing the cause of it.

He starts running his fingers through Louis' hair, feeling smug when the man instantly melts into the touch. "Now, What's wrong, bluebird?"

Louis suddenly stiffens, remaining quiet for a moment, before he rolls over and faces Harry, his blue eyes practically sparkling under the morning light. "Nothing, nothing's wrong."

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After they put their clothes back on and make themselves look semi presentable, Louis and Harry leave the hotel room with their fingers laced together. When they get to the lobby and join their group, they're instantly met with silence and amused expressions.