Unwanted

A/N: THIS CONTAINS SLIGHT SMUT SO YOU'VE BEEN WARNED XOXO

One Direction had just finished their concert and were heading back to the tour bus to get changed so they could go out to a club. This was their first time as a fully legal group so they were all excited. When they reached the bus, Harry called dibs on the shower first; claiming that he needed the extra time. In reality, he just needed a good wank after watching Louis all night- that boy was just so fucking gorgeous.

Harry turned the shower on, letting the water heat up while he stripped of his clothes. He stepped into the warm spray of water and immediately got to pleasing himself. Harry imagined it was Louis’ strong hand that was caressing his length and gripping it tightly. He had to hold back a moan of pleasure as ran his thumb over the slit. Biting his lip, he let his mind wander and found himself even more turned on when a thought of Louis on his knees, sucking him off crept into his mind. Harry nearly came right then and there, but held himself in check until he heard Louis moaning his name through the door, telling him to hurry up. Harry let go when he said his name, seeing white as he splattered the wall with ribbons of white.

The boy quickly finished showering and got out, satisfied that he got his release. He grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping it around his hips before exiting the bathroom and walking over to his bed in search of clothes, noticing Louis had clothes stashed in his arms so he wouldn’t have to search. Harry quickly found the perfect outfit- dark washed skinny jeans and his black Ramones t-shirt. Pleased with his outfit, he walked over to the big mirror in the bus and began taming his hair. He quickly ran his towel over his mass of curls before running his fingers through and swishing it to the side. Satisfied, he went back to his bed for a quick nap.  

Harry was jostled awake from his sleep by a happy Liam, signalling everyone was ready. He stood up as he scanned his eyes over everyone and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Louis. The boy-rather the man was breathtaking; he was wearing burgundy skinnies with a white shirt and suspenders. Harry’s mouth went dry as he tried to adjust to the sight of Louis. He avoided Louis, terrified he would pounce on him and ravishing the absolute fuck out of him. They called a cab and went to the club. As soon as they were all in, Harry practically sprinted to the bar, ordering a few shots of tequila. After his fourth he began to feel a slight buzz around his head and welcomed it.

He spotted a girl drinking by herself and decided he was going to talk to her and forget about wanting his flatmate. He sauntered over to her and tapped her shoulder; she looked up, surprised. She was stunning. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, winking at her. She quickly nodded and followed him to the dance floor. Turning so her butt was pressed against his groin, they began grinding to the beat of the music with his hands on her hips and head bent to nuzzle her neck. She wound her hands up around his neck and pressed her ass further against him. Harry felt a tap on his shoulder, but he ignored it, caught up in the feeling of someone actually responding to his actions.

The tapping persisted, and Harry bent down to whisper in her ear that he’d be right back. She nodded sadly, thinking he wouldn’t come back. “I pinky promise I’ll come back, and if I don’t, I will find you and let you hit me, got it?” he said holding up his pinky with a grin. She smiled graciously, and latched their pinkies together, sealing the deal. Turning around, Harry came face-to-face with the one who was ruining his chances at actually getting laid. He glared at Louis, who was drunk as fuck and leaned towards Harry. “Dance with me, baby.” he whispered huskily in his ear. Harry swallowed slowly, aware that blood was rushing where it was not supposed to. “Louis, you’re drunk. Get Liam to take you back to the bus.” he said harshly. Louis’ face crumpled and he whined, “But curly, I wanna dance with yooooooooooooooou!”