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Chapter 9

Settled on the couch - with a warm blanket and hot soup, courtesy of Harry Styles - Louis and Harry were ready to begin their day decidedly consisting of horrendously unhealthy snacks, ridiculously cheesy movies, and copious amounts of Mucinex. For Lou at least.

Louis had discovered that Harry was actually quite the little nurse. He'd had his tongue pulled out and pressed with a spoon while Harry examined the back of his throat with a flashlight, been wrapped in his warmest blanket after being told to change into sweats and a jumper, and Harry'd prepared him a can of his favorite soup to which Harry claimed to know was his favorite all along while Louis emphatically insisted he just had incredible luck. As they laughed, Louis watched Harry's eyes crinkle at the corners, and the way his inner cheeks would show as his lips pulled out for an even wider grin. He noticed the brightness of Harry's green eyes becoming more obvious as tears of laughter sprung to the corners, and the way his ears turned slightly red just at the tops when he caught Louis staring at him.

There was an awkward cough and beat of silence before Louis spoke up, "Soooooo..." he struggled, "What would you like to watch Curlcifur?"

"Curlcifur??" Harry questioned. Louis blushed,

"Yeah, I thought I'd try it out... Like it?"

"Not a bit." Harry grinned. Louis grinned back and Harry abruptly turned away.

"Well okay then..." Louis mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Louis looked startled, not meaning for Harry to hear him, let alone acknowledge it.

"Pardon?" Ignorant card. Best call.

"You said something, I didn't catch it?"

"Oh- um. Nothing. Just talking to myself." Harry didn't look convinced, but didn't push it further. Louis breathed a sigh of relief; if Harry noticed that too, he gave no indication.

Harry followed Louis into the living room, but not standing when Louis moved to sit down.

"Care to join me?" Louis questioned, deciding against any new nickname attempts.

"Gotta pick a film first, where are all your films anyway?" Harry was walking towards the entertainment center as he asked and seemed to spot the DVD pile on his own. Sifting through the pile, he stopped three times, looking at the cover of each film with great consideration on his face. Louis couldn't help but wish he knew exactly what was going on inside his head when he did things like this. Or at any other time. Louis simply wanted to know Harry in ways that no one else did.

After a few more moments of sifting, Harry stopped on a DVD and immediately tossed it into the already open disc player. After closing the machine and sauntering back over to Louis in what could be considered the most sexy gait a person could possibly possess, Louis grabbed the control and switched the TV on. When the opening title song for The Titanic started playing, Louis groaned loud and obnoxiously so Harry could feel his pain. This movie was the epitome of crap film.

"What's your deal?" Harry looked at him sideways and Louis realized: Harry was being completely serious. He wanted to watch this film. He liked this monstrosity! This fact and this fact alone (well maybe paired with Harrys heartbreakingly beautiful eyeballs) was the reason Louis decided to grin and bare it. He shrugged,

"Nothin', my stomach took a turn is all." He faked his best grimace to simulate his pain and fought the urge to smile and take this boy on the living room floor at the concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure I can be here??? I don't want to intrude, I didn't think you really all that sick and I-" Louis reached over to smack his hand over Harry's mouth,

"Shut up Harry. I want you here. Truly." Louis gave him a small smile, genuine this time which Harry reluctantly returned. At their close proximity, a shiver racked Louis's body. Harry seemed to misinterpret this for his illness and hurried to pull him closer.

"Here, we'll share body heat. That should help keep you warm, yeah?" Louis nodded a little to enthusiastically and looked away to avoid awkward eye contact. He was now pressed tight up against Harry's side with a long arm wrapped around him in his thick blanket. It was seriously fucking perfect and Louis had no idea how he got so lucky.

Silence ensued, allowing them to both watch the movie when Louis became aware of a predicament. His hand had somehow found a way to Harrys upper thigh, and Harry hadn't chosen to move it. The problem though, was that just above Louis's hand he noticed the fabric of Harry's crotch being stretched rather tightly against what appeared to be a decent stiffy.

Louis's face went completely hot as he contemplated his options. Should he touch it? No! Of course not, he wasn't crazy and Harry wasn't even gay! Or was he...? Should he ask? No... That would ruin the moment and Harry might catch on. No, this needed to be spontaneous. Louis would test the waters, maybe move his hand up a little higher...

As he did just that, (barely moving enough to be noticeable) he searched Harry's face for signs of protest. What Louis found, seemed to be an obvious faked expression of indifference. Louis could tell it was fake by the way Harry's eyes were trained straight ahead as to not meet Louis's eyes but he wasn't looking at the television. Also, Louis noticed a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of Harry's temple. All he'd have to do was reach out...

Louis took a chance and moved his face right next to the side of (the still fake ignoring him (rather badly)) Harry's face and allowed his tongue to glide over the area where the sweat had fallen.

Harry's breath hitched and all of a sudden Louis found himself pinned beneath the longer boy on the opposite end of the couch. He barely had time to register before hot lips pressed against his and a hard pelvis met his own. It didn't take long for him to regain his focus and he quickly opted to bury his hands in Harry's hair and push back against him. This brought a low moan from somewhere deep in Harry's throat that shot straight to Louis's groin. Harry's tongue was hot and insistent upon his own as they seemed to be fighting with their mouths. Louis grabbed Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and reared back, bucking his hips into Harry's and sucking the large lip into his own mouth. They continued their passionate exchange for only a few moments before Harry sat up abruptly.

"I-I'm so sorry. I-ju-I just I have to go." Harry rolled off the couch and grabbed his jacket before Louis could even blink. It wasn't until Harry was out the door that he even noticed he hadn't been breathing.

In his daze he remembered he'd driven Harry to his house. He ran outside to find him, only to discover he'd already disappeared. Louis stood on the deck with his runny nose and swollen lips, rubbing the back of his neck wondering what the fuck just happened.