Forbidden Fruit

Chapter - 17

Louis's POV

I can't stop the events from yesterday to play over and over again in my head. I could still feel the warmth radiating from Harry's body, his shy breath over my lips and his sweet scent lingering. I thought of how close I was from capturing those plum pink lips with mine, but my mind immediately replaced that image with the empty playground that I was left in. 

I knew I had screwed up big time and considering the fact I had to face the boy in a few hours did not help at all.

Gathering all my strength I picked myself from the mattress and headed to the bathroom, for a shower. After getting cleaned up I walked in the kitchen to find Stan sitting on the kitchen island, drinking from his mug.

"Morning Boo Bear!" He chirped

"Shut it, Stan"

"Woah! What's got you so worked up?"

"Nothing" I huff

"It's clearly something and-"

"It's nothing and even If it was something I wouldn't want to talk about it"

"Boy troubles?"

"What?"

"Perhaps a particular boy call Harry?"

"How do you know about Harry" I ask, amazed.

"You were moaning his name in your sleep a while ago and I've known you long enough to know when your pissed and presumably at what, right now judging by your ticked off behaviour I say it has got to do something with this harry chap"

"Wow! You're—?"

"Amazing? fantastic? phenomenal? extraordinary? astonishing?"

"Yeah, okay don't gloat now" I laugh

"So, Trouble in paradise?"

"No, not exactly, we aren't together or anything-"

"But you want to be? And you're frustrated because you don't have the balls to make a move?" Stan cuts me off

"Wrong, you're not that good. I just-"

"want to get in his pants and leave for good but he won't let you?"

"No!" I exclaim

"Then what?"

"Would you let me complete?"

"Yeah, go ahead," he says moving from the top of the island towards the kettle which assume is to make me tea.

"I fucked up"

"Care to elaborate?"

I clear my throat and begin to explain him the entire situation, beginning from the slight affection, using terms of endearment, the wet dream, the almost kiss followed by the more obvious sweet talk and lastly the events of the previous evening.

Dwelling at the journey Harry and I have been through Stan regains my attention by shouting at me

"Louis William Tomlinson!"

I now face a horrified Stan who looks more concerned than angry which I believe is not a bad sign.

"I know I know" I sigh

"You know nothing! Because if you did you wouldn't be doing this. This is dangerous Lou, you could end up in jail. It's against the law!" he rants

"I can't stop myself when I'm around him, he has this effect on me-"

"You've got to put an end to this, not only are you risking your life but also his you. You both have an entire life ahead of you, you can't just-"