♕ Prince Protection Program ♕// Larry A.U.

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I know. It's been awhile.

Louis's P.O.V.

It's hot. Why is it so hot? My body feels way to warm right now.

And that's when my eyes shoot open, and meet his closed ones.

Last nights memories come flooding back to me like a hurricane, quick and all at once. The green eyed boy that hates me sleeps soundly, just inches from my face. Small puffs of air leave his pink lips, his bare chest on show and his swim trunks the only garment that covers his body.

But that isn't the part that scares me.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he had wrapped his arm around my waist, and began holding me close to his body, as my small form naturally curled into his. His fingers lay against my left hipbone gingerly, my bare chest grazing his, so close I can feel his heartbeat.

Mine is ringing in my ears.

I shouldn't have let him coax me into this. Harry is straight, and he made it clear he didn't want himself anywhere near me. When he wakes up, he'll blame me and say I took advantage of the situation while he was drunk. Somehow, I'll have to get out of his grasp before he realizes I'm here.

My eyes trail over his peaceful expression on his face, his curly hair unruly and laying against the pillow against the sunshine. His body heat is making me sweat. I have to go.

I really have to go now.

I squeeze my eyes shut before beginning to roll onto my side, Harry's hand slipping from my hip, and over my abdomen. He's still sleeping soundly, and I'm almost to the edge of the bed before he reaches out without opening his eyes, curling his hand across the same hip and pulling me back to his warm chest. He hums into his pillow, stirring in his sleep.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a girl by the size of your waist." Harry's raspy voice spoke, his eyes opening gingerly.

It's like I'm a deer stuck in headlights, as his eyes bore into mine, as I sit up more in the bed. But his hand is still on my hip, squeezing every few seconds as his eyes roam over my chest as he smiles.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to sleep in the same bed as you." I immediately word vomit, in fear of his next few actions. "You wanted someone next to you, because you said when you're drunk-"

"I throw up in my sleep, yeah." He sighed, fingers still grazing my skin. A shiver runs up my spine at his movements.

They're so careless, but careful at the same time. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest as he moves his hand and lays it gingerly on my thigh, inches away from my crotch. He looks down at his hand, and presses his thumb into my leg, rubbing it over my sweats.

What the fuck is he doing?

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me last night. I woke up an hour ago for a second, remembered what happened, and tried to sleep it away." Harry sighed, bringing his eyes back to mine. "I only remember the party ending and you bringing me into my room."

He begins to run his hand gently up and down my thigh, in somewhat of a comforting gesture, but I tense instead. Why is he doing this?

"You made sure I was okay, when I was acting like an idiot. So thank you for that." He smiles at me, before his mouth forms into a smirk and he narrows his eyes. "But this stays between us, and my mum hears nothing about this. Right?"