Undercover (Larry Stylinson)

7. frantic phone calls

When Harry woke up the next morning, Liam and Louis had already left for work. The blowup mattress had been deflated and a tiny pile of blankets was folded and placed on the coffee table next to the couch.

Harry frowned. The deflation process is pretty noisy. How didn't he wake up to that?

He answered his own question, though, when he began to stand up and the world spun around him. His head throbbed and his stomach felt queasy. Groaning, he headed to the kitchen for a water bottle and some pain reliever.

When he got back to the couch, he sat down, trying to comprehend what happened last night.

He went to his neighbors house. Went home, got sick. Went back, invited them over. Watched a movie...

Ah yes. The movie. That's when things really started going downhill.

"This is so fucked up," Harry muttered, going through his phone contacts.

When he found the right number, he called it and waited for the dial tone.

"Hello?" a voice answered.

"Hey, Kate," Harry said quietly.

"Harry? How are you doing? You left so quickly..." she began.

"Good," He interrupted. "I'll explain in a bit. I know I left abruptly. I was wondering if we could do a phone session. Like today maybe? I'm sorry, I'm just so desperate..."

"Yeah, yeah we can do that," she said. "1:30 Okay?"

"Perfect," Harry replied. "Talk then."

******
"Oh my god," Louis gushed go Liam on the car ride to lunch. "He was so.... incredible!"

Liam rolled his eyes. "Tell me more about all the incredible sex you head."

"We didn't have sex," Louis snorted. "We just talked. And we hugged!"

"Wow, flirtsy," Liam said. He raised his eyebrows, smirking at Louis, who looked rather smitten with himself. "I saw you rubbing his back too, and the way you caught him when he fell. Dreamy."

"It was dreamy," Louis scoffed. "He's so cute when he's needy."

"If he's cute, then you're absolutely adorable," Liam laughed.

"Oh, I am not needy," Louis retorted, shaking his head wildly. "I'm so helpful. I'm the helpful one."

"Mhm, yeah," Liam said, pulling into the lot. "Just, Lou, be careful. He seems really wound up. Struggling with something dark."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Louis said with a nod. "I just want to be there for him."

"Do you want to be there for him or do you want to fuck him?" Liam asked in a low tone.

Louis turned towards him, his eyes filled with anger. "Wow. That's rude."

"What?" Liam asked, his shoulders raising upward. "It's just i thought you wanted a one night stand with him. That's What you said at the start, isn't it?"

Louis looked at his hands, digging one nail into his cuticle. "I did at first. Then I got to know him. He's really sensitive."

"So you want something more?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Louis shrugged. "He's just so private. I have to work hard to get to know him."

"Well, that makes sense," Liam replied, his eyes fixed on the road. "By the way, you owe me. Who knew our hangout would turn into an intimate slumber party?"