university (an l.s. fic)

chapter five

Louis was on top of me in the dorm him and Niall shared straddling my hips. He wasn't extremely muscular, but he wasn't out of shape either. Louis had a beautiful body that was occasionally decorated with tattoos. He was kissing my neck in a place that made all of the blood I had flow directly to my cock. I was still wearing my jeans but he'd unbuttoned my shirt all the way, running his hands all over my also tattooed chest. His nibbles and kisses made me moan. 

He pulled away then and then just sat on my lap as I laid there. His hair was messy but still remaining styled, cheeks red from the heat of our bodies. Louis pushed his dark hair back and gave me his sunshine smile. He was backlit in a golden hue, making him look angelic. I could feel his gorgeous little bum pressing against me, making me harder. Louis knew what he was doing, so he ground his hips against mine. 

Louis got off of me at that point and positioned himself between my legs instead. His tongue found its way to the 'V' that my hips created. He palmed my bulge through my pants and I couldn't help but to shudder. "Please," I grunted. "Louis, fuck me."

He just chuckled and his eyes crinkled at the sides, "Not to fast, Styles. I want you to beg for it." It felt as if a million years went by as he unbuckled my pants. He pulled them down to my ankles and I kicked them off. At that point, Louis moved up so he was over me again. He pressed his beautiful lips to mine and he bit softly to get a reaction. I was mumbling his name when he then reached down into my briefs to pump my incredibly hard co-

"Harry, you really need to wake up or you're gonna be late for your first lecture," Liam said. I was instantly pulled out of one of the steamiest dreams I'd ever had. I adjusted to my surroundings, realizing where I was and silently cursing to myself that it'd all been fake. Begrudgingly, I got out of bed and chose an outfit to wear to my first class. I went to take a fast shower in the bathroom down the hall, unfortunately not seeing anyone I knew on the way. 

The last I'd got to spend time with Louis was when he'd bought me cigarettes. We had occasionally passed in the hall and acknowledged each other's existence, but we hadn't been alone since Saturday.

As much as I want to say that I hadn't smoked, I surely had. There was a small gap in the pack. Every time I went outside to smoke, I always took a moment to observe the little box and think about Louis. Although he wasn't with me, it felt like he was. Maybe the reason why I had taken such a liking to smoking was because it was associated with a beautiful boy. I missed being with him and I hoped that soon we would get another opportunity soon to see each other.

My first class of the day was a law-related lecture. I brought materials to take notes and tried to the best of my ability to do so. The first class whizzed by. College wasn't about learning each other's names or creating a community as much as high school was. Our focus was to learn. Eventually our time was up and we were off to the next one. 

I awkwardly shuffled into English. The room felt more homey than the last had, granted that our professor seemed not much older than us. I knew no one in the class so I decided to sit near the back where it was empty. I tried to look busy to spare myself from awkwardness. As I was digging through my bag to find my phone, a scruffy boy who smelled of hairspray and grapefruit slid into the seat next to me. 

"How's it going, Styles?"

I couldn't believe that I'd forgotten that Louis was in my English class. My heart skipped a beat the moment I turned to him. Seeing him in person also brought every reminder of last night's dream flooding back, especially to my dick. "I nearly forgot we had this class together," I said, trying to play it cool. 

"Forgot? No, no, no," Louis shook his head and put his bag down next to him. "I know you, Harry, and I know you wouldn't forget about me." This guy for sure had some nerve, but why was it so hot? Leaving me speechless yet again, I just sat back in my chair with my arms crossed, a smug look across my face. 

Our professor was extremely nice and down to earth. It's important to have a teacher that you can easily communicate with, and I felt very comfortable in doing so. She was deciding to take the first class slowly and opening with a syllabus. 

Louis and I had our laptops open with the guide onscreen. It was once again brought to my attention in this moment that focusing when Louis is around is practically impossible. He had a separate tab pulled up on his computer to take notes as we went through the course description. He was practically writing everything down as his soft hands danced across the keyboard. Part of me wanted to poke fun at how in depth his notes were just so I could get his attention. Another part of me shut the idea down because I didn't want to come off as rude. 

I felt a weak but partially painful kick come from under the table next. My confusion was met with Louis' grin. 

"Fucker," I muttered under my breath with a smile. 

"What did you just call me?" Louis asked, turning to face me with a fake expression of hurt. 

"I didn't say anything," I shrugged. "Now pay attention to class, Tommo." Louis was always sassy to me and it constantly made me want him more. If I was to be the same way, would he have the same feelings? He seemed shocked that suddenly I was coming out with more and more to say. It seemed as though he was enjoying it. 

I felt myself slowly getting closer to Louis as our class continued. I wasn't completely sure if I was the one moving in or he was, but eventually our knees were resting on each other under the table. Feeling him next to me, being with him, even just seeing him gave me an indescribable feeling. Touching him even just this little bit made me think of all of the other ways I wanted to touch him. But unfortunately, this feeling did not last forever. Eventually, class did end and our legs were no longer leaning together. 

"What are you doing now?" Louis asked as we both put our things away. 

"I don't know," I replied. "I may get lunch in awhile but for now I am probably just going back to the dorms."

"Do you want to come to mine for a bit?" My heart skipped a beat and my mind went back to my dream from this morning. He looked down at his feet, giving off a nervous energy. Before I could even make a cognitive decision, I'd already said yes.  

Louis and I walked to the dorms somewhat silently, but also continuing to play off of each other with jokes. I wasn't a very naturally funny person, but he didn't seem to mind. Usually when I tell people jokes they roll their eyes, but Louis tries to laugh no matter what. Although, sometimes the laughter is directed at me because the joke was just so terrible. 

Louis and Niall's dorm was empty when we got there. The room was identical to mine and Liam's, except they'd both decorated it with a few rock posters instead. Most of the bands I didn't know, so I decided not to comment on anything to spare myself from embarrassment. There were a few scattered pieces of clothing on the floor. "So yeah, this one's mine," Louis said as we entered. "Sorry it's messy." 

I just shook my head, "It's really not." I set my bag down next to Louis' bed and he did the same. He sat down on the unmade mattress and motioned for me to sit next to him. All I wanted was to devour him on the bed right then and there. 

"I kind of invited you here for a reason," Louis picked at his cuticles as he spoke. Butterflies were bubbling up inside of me. "I didn't sleep a wink last night and I wanted to try something." I just watched Louis as he laid down on the twin size bed. He moved closer to one side, leaving a space beside him. "Will you lay with me?"

"O-of course," I stuttered. I had been expecting anything but this and I was so pleased with the results. Louis and I just laid side by side at first, inspecting each other in total silence. "How come you want me?" I asked. 

Louis' eyelashes fluttered, "I just enjoy having you around." My hand was underneath my head and at this point he put his hand on my arm, softly touching the lines of my tattoos. He brought me so much peace in the moment, his careful fingers tracing outlines on my skin. "I feel very safe with you, Harry. That's not normal for me." I put my other hand on his waist and pulled him closer to me. He tensed at first, neither of us were expecting myself to do that. Louis melted in my arms and his warm body rested on mine.

It was a surprisingly short amount of time before he fell asleep. I observed the sleeping boy as his face twitched mid-dream. His nose crinkled for some unknown reason, feet tangled together and my arms around him. I buried my face in his hair that smelled of citrus shampoos and I felt safe too.