Camp Loweburry

Chapter Four

Louis walked back to his cabin in the fading sunlight, they really had the nerve to keep him in that detention center all day. But he was passed that whole debacle, a whole day in a completely empty room really gave him some time to think, and dwell on certain things. Over all he was surprisingly horny as hell; he wanted Harry like nothing ever before.

After a while, he knew he would be ashamed of himself, having completely been taken over by unrequited lust for Harry. Yeah he knew this was the epitome of a change of heart, but of course after being given six hours to analyze what Harry's intentions were it was a no-brainer. He felt like he had to make it up to him, for being such a brat, and the best way he could think of doing that was to give him what he wanted.

Louis proudly walked back to the cabin, with lust clouded eyes, back arched, and confidence at two hundred percent; hell yeah, he was ready for this.

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"I'm so sorry Lou, I didn't mean to sell you out like that, but you know, I wanted to go back to sleep," Zayn justified, Louis simply smiled at him, "oh it was no big deal, it's fine Zayn." Harry's eyes were glued to Louis the whole time he was in the room, from when he opened the door, to the short trip to the bed. Louis had his eyes fixated on Harry after realizing the green eyes on him, "I'll be back in a while, I'm going to get food," Zayn announced, noticing the tension.

He walked out of the room almost silently as Harry and Louis held their eye contact. "So, how are you feeling, Louis," Harry asked running a shaky hand through his hair, "a lot better, and I'm sorry for yelling at you Harry." He stood from his sitting position and walked to the large mirror the camp supplied them with, "oh it's fine, you were frustrated, I get it," Louis watched him as he changed into a thin, black shirt, unknowingly biting his finger.

"What," Harry asked as he turned around, obviously aggravated with Louis, "sorry you're just," he tried to explain, "I'm what, an idiot, save your breath, you've already told me that." Louis watched him return to his bed with his jaw on the floor, "no Harry it's not that, I was saying that," he got chocked up, "you looked really nice."

Harry's eyes squinted, "so you know I like you, and you're evil enough to play with me like a toy, that's sick," Louis stood and hurriedly walked over to Harry, "gosh are you insecure or just ignorant." Louis climbed onto Harry's lap and crashed his lips into Harry's, with he surprisingly kissing back. Harry slung his arms around Louis, protectively holding him from falling, "I know this was unexpected and I'm sorry, but you were right and you make me happy," Louis rambled as Harry tried to reconnect their lips. He chuckled, "again it's fine babe," the fringe bearing boy pushed Harry down so he was lying flat on his back. He attacked his neck with an array of kisses causing him to moan and push Louis off, "damn," he breathed.

Harry slowly took off Louis' shirt and gazed lovingly at the flat chest that he possessed, "what's wrong," Louis blushed and tried to cover his chest. Harry gently grabbed his wrists, "no, you look really nice, everything, you're beautiful." Harry hadn't realized how insecure Louis actually was himself, he was always so sure of himself and sassy, it was easy to forget that he wasn't as perfect as he came off. He loved his imperfections just as well as everything else, even thought there were very few imperfections; none of them being physical.

He was honestly beautiful in Harry's eyes, and every time he notified him of his beauty, he meant it with his whole heart. Louis arms dropped from his chest, and his lips raised into a grin, he wasn't used to seeing someone so genuine as Harry. This was more than what he had intended to happen; he wanted to just have simple sex to make it up to him, he thought Harry was hot, Harry thought Lou was too, simple.

This evolved into more than sex, Louis wanted to make love to Harry, and Harry thinking the exact same. Both boys had a different degree of love for each other, but both increased, both were falling for each other simultaneously; Harry all over again, and Louis just falling, but falling at terminal velocity.

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Louis plopped down on the damp sheets, his naked, hypersensitive, body tingling and sending shivers throughout his sweaty body. He looked up a Harry's naked slender silhouette- they'd been, 'playing around,' for almost an hour now and it got dark- he bit his bottom lip in anticipation, he absolutely couldn't wait for Harry to come back.

He could practically see his devilish smirk peering down on his body, "are you ready baby," Harry asked from afar. Louis hummed in reply, soon feeling Harry's bed sink under displaced weight, "I can't see you, but I'm sure you look as spectacular as Louis Tomlinson always does." Louis was about to grin and reply, until he felt warm, plump lips attack his neck, "fuck," he cried out, making Harry chuckle lowly against his breeding ground of lovebites.

Harry suddenly lined himself up at the smaller boy's entrance, letting him grasp the action before pushing in. "Go on," Louis spoke slightly timidly, desperately trying to look into Harry's emerald eyes but not being able to see the beautiful gems inches from his face. Harry spoke as he pushed his way into Louis tight heat, "I love that your hair is probably stuck to your forehead." Louis writhed with pleasure with his eyes tightly shut, as Harry started to move, "I love how your fists are probably balled up around the sheets."

Louis pulled Harry down so their lips could meet in a heated battle of tongues, with Louis giving up easily. "I love that your back is probably arched," Harry continued pounding into Louis, both of them getting closer and closer to their climax, as he sucked on his jawline, "shit, Harry, you're so-," he trailed off. Harry smirked, knowing that if Louis saw, he might've came right then; he knew what he did to him. Harry's thrusts were getting sloppier, he knew his time was limited, "I fucking love you Louis," Harry slammed deeper into him, wanting to be so engulfed in pleasure that he couldn't breath. "Haz," Louis yelled as he came, "oh god," Harry moaned.

The lights flicked on, "what the fuck Harry," Zayn screamed. He immediately took multiple steps back and covered his eyes, "oh god, I thought you were on top of him beating him up, oh god."

Louis and Harry scrambled to find clothes, "well kinda," harry muttered, "don't fucking joke about what I just saw, Styles." Louis ended up grabbing some of Harry's clothes and sitting on his own bed with a wide, blushing, guilty grin plastered on his face. "I'm just going to go to sleep, you guys don't mind me, really. Just please keep it down," Zayn assured as he changed clothes and pulled the sheets over his body.

At that, Louis made his way back to Harry's bed, not trying to finish what they started, because technically, they had already finished. He crawled under the sheets to meet a smirking Harry and intertwined their limbs, "this happened fast," he muttered against Harry's chest.

"Hell yeah it did," Zayn butted in, making them both laugh, "goodnight Louis," Harry said laying his head back on his pillow, "goodnight Hazza."

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"Okay, I just need a little bit of and explanation about last night, not the sex part, the 'we hate each other now we're fucking' part," Zayn gently demanded. Louis stayed lying down and watched Harry sit up to answer the question at hand, "well, "Harry started.

"We both got into a yelling match out in the woods, I won't say why because I don't think Louis could handle that." Louis eyebrows furrowed and slapped Harry's back, making him put his dimples on display, "yeah and then he came back from detention and." He trailed off and looked at Louis, "I don't know what changed in him because I've always felt this way about him."

Lou shrugged his shoulders, "I felt bad for yelling at you, and at first I just wanted to make it up to you, but then you," he also trailed off. Zayn's eyes flicked between them, "so now you're together," he questioned, "no no no," Harry and Louis spoke at the same time, making Zayn wonder. "We've only known each other for three days, I guess in time that could happen," Louis answered, staring at Harry's back once again; little to say, he was enamored by it. Harry starred at him quizzically waiting for Lou to look him in the eyes, "I hope it does."