Push Me (BoyxBoy)

Held me down, now it's don't give a fuck time.

*Harry's POV*

The rest of the day was actually spent quietly. I didn't want to pressure Louis into saying anything he didn't want to, because knowing him, he will get up and leave with out hesitation. He tried to fight off my embrace a couple of times, but he soon realized I was relentless and gave in eventually. The whole situation with my father harassing my hopefully soon-to-be boyfriend is fucked up in more ways than one, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

Louis had fallen asleep, and is now tossing and turning in my arms. His face scrunches up in obvious discomfort and something tells me he's not having a good time inside is dreams. Is he having a nightmare?

He mumbles something incoherently under his breath, something along the lines of please no stop I think. But I can't be sure, but that's my best bet. Now I know he's having a nightmare, and I know exactly who it's about.

I start to shake him a little but calling out his name desperately. "Louis! Louis wake up it's just a dream Louis please wake up!" One more shake and he's being pulled out of his dreams. He glances at me quickly and tears himself away from me. The expression on my face must say a lot because he looks sympathetic. His eyes are welling up with tears. "Louis..?" I ask him cautiously. "Are you okay? Do you know where you are?"

His eyes are blank and glassy, it makes me wonder is he even awake? One tear drops from his left eye and he starts to shake. I grab him by his shoulders and shake him just a little bit, enough to snap him out of what ever this is. I really don't know how to handle a situation like this.

"H-Harry please.." His voice comes out like brittle.

"I'm here." All at the sound of my voice he lays his head down in my lap breathing heavily. "Are you okay?"

"N-no.." His answer doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Anyone would be able to see he's not okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I don't know why I'm asking for answers to questions I already know..

"No." His voice sounds tired and gravely. We don't talk for a couple of minutes until Louis' voice interrupts the silence. "I should be use to them" I furrow my brows as I stare down at where his head is placed in my lap.

"Should be use to what?"

"The nightmares." He pauses probably contemplating on whether or not to go on. "When I had them when I was younger...m-my mom would send me to Mr. Tezeer the next day.." My eyes go wide as I place my fingers in his hair.

"Let's not talk about this. Let's go out." I know I should probably let him talk about this, but I can't deal with that right now. I don't want to think about my father right now. Is that so wrong?

"Yeah okay I'm sorry. Go out?" He lifts his head up out of my lap wiping at his wet blood shot eyes. It looks like he's been crying all night instead of a couple of minutes.

"Yeah, let's go out and do something fun. It is the weekend, so we should do something exciting...I dunno." I shake my head looking at him tiredly. He shrugs carelessly.

"Okay. But I feel nasty so I want to take a shower. Can I burrow some of your clothes?" A smile slips unto my face as I picture him in my clothes. I nod at him happily. He knows he has me tied around his finger. He gets up to walk our of the room and switches his hips like a super model. He throws one glance over his shoulder at me, and it took all of my strength not to go over to him fuck him against the wall, especially went he smirked.

*Louis POV*

As I stepped into the shower I had a little time to think about how Harry didn't want to talk about what he's been trying to get out of me all this time. Why did he want to not talk about it then? I started to scrub under my arms when I heard the door open. I peaked out from the curtain to see Harry bent over the slightest bit laying out some clothes for me on the sink cabinet. He leaned back up looking into the mirror. He caught my eyes and grinned.

"You know...I'm trying to control my thoughts, but it's really hard when I know you're naked behind that thin curtain. The orotundity in his voice being forced to be louder than the water hitting the floor from the shower head.

I bite my lip trying to think of a way to respond. He laughs as he makes his way to the door and pulls his open. He looks over his shoulder at me, and then down to where my crotch would be if I didn't have the curtain in from of it. I feel a blush creep on my cheeks which only causes him to laugh louder. That was most definitely pay back for the hip switching.

*Later That Day*

"A bowling alley? This is your idea of fun?" I asked Harry rhetorically. Of course this is his idea of fun. Because Harry is one of a kind.

"Yes it is my idea of fun, and I am going to win and you're going to lose." He stuck his tongue out at me while he parked the car in front of the bowling alley

"We'll see about that." I tell him as he grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers. He leads us inside with me blushing like manic behind him.