sticky notes. l.s au

nine

*continued from after they've gotten back, kinda

  Once Harry left the room to get the movie, Louis got up and walked into the bathroom in Harry's room. He had his bookbag filled with clothes, he first cleaned his red face and drying tears. He pulled out his watermelon shorts and his top to match, it was for sleep but he reckoned he was going to be falling asleep during the movie. Either that or he was going to be talking the whole time, he had a habit of that. He hoped it didn't bother Harry.

  He washed his face and got dressed in his purple lacey panties after undressing his uncomfortable jeans. The small boy checked himself one last time in the mirror then deemed himself presentable. He focused on his fading raspberry scent and started to moisturize his arms and legs, putting on his favourite scented body lotion. It was a subtle scent and he loved it, it calmed him and made him feel pretty.

  He took a small breath before he placed a shaky hand on the door, afraid Harry would judge him for such feminine clothes. He never said anything though, he should be okay, right?

  Louis quickly left the bathroom, forcing himself to so he'd didn't completely change from his anxiety crushing him. Harry makes him so nervous sometimes.

Walking back into the room, he saw Harry in front of the TV, bent slightly down to put the DVD inside the movie. Ice cream and junk food were scattered across the bed and Louis' eyes light up at all the food.

  Harry came back up swiftly and looked over at Louis, his body seeming to go a bit rigid when he looked at Louis which made Louis insecure. Fuck, he knew he should have changed.

  The flustered boy bites his lip and distracts them both with the food. It was too late to change now. He makes his way over to the bed and grabs a packet of his favourite English candy, Double Deckers in his small hand and raised it to show Harry.

  "So, you got candy too?" He asked him with a tentative smile, he sat on the bed with a bounce. Harry seemed to break out of his lustful gaze, gulping and looking away from Louis' tanned thighs.

  "Uh, yeah. Thought the ice cream wouldn't last for an hour, y'know?" He chuckled nervously and was suddenly by the bed, moving over all the candy to make room.

  "Yeah," Louis said back as he scooted back on the bed to get comfortable. Because of the fall, it was getting dark fast and it was only 5pm. Harry just hummed and walked over to his curtains, closing them and turning on his night light that gave the darkened room a blue glow, then towards his closet, opening it and revealing a white dresser inside with many more things.

  "You can play the movie, I'll be right there," He said as he started to unzip and unbutton his pants to pull them down, his shirt next. He wasn't ashamed or insecure of his body, he proper fit. He looked scrawny, but the definition of his muscles riddled his body as he flexed. He quickly changed into some sweatpants.

  Louis looked up at him to respond but his mouth dropped open when he saw him changing, "O-okay, yeah." He was blushing and stammering and Harry looked through his mirror to look at him, worried.

  "Is it okay that I don't wear a shirt? I really don't wanna make you uncomfortable and stuff." He said, starting to turn around when he didn't get a response. Louis bit his lip as hard as he could when his eyes immediately landed on Harry's defining V-line.

  It was very much defined and apparent, his eyes then looked at Harry's moth, or butterfly, tattoo. It expanded across his chest and Louis was drooling internally at how gorgeous he truly was.

'When did he get that? Did it hurt? Can I touch it?' Louis' thought raced. His face was flushing in the dimly lit pale blue room, he was heating up quickly. Like a furnace was in his stomach, radiating and warning his entire body.