Eccedentesiast || Larry

14. Decent

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Harry doesn't want to detach his lips from Louis'. Not now, not ever.

They're in the house now, on the other side of the door, in the same position as before, but now Louis has Harry pushed up against the door like he wanted. Harry's fingers curl around the front of Louis' shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Louis hums against Harry's lips when he bites on Louis' lower lip.

Am I doing this right? Harry wonders, nervously running his hands down Louis' chest to his waist, then sliding them up his shirt and feeling his toned abs haphazardly. Louis' lips move from Harry's and start leaving small kisses on his neck. I don't know, but he sure is.

"Up," Louis growls lowly, placing his hands under Harry's thighs as he jumps up and wraps his legs around Louis' waist.

Harry is so inexperienced, he feels awkward. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. But he wraps his arms securely around Louis' neck when he moves away from the door. Harry is placed—no, practically thrown, but still gently—onto the couch in the living room. Louis crawls over top of him, resting his body between Harry's bent legs.

Louis looks into Harry's eyes, as though he is asking for permission to kiss him again. Harry nods.

Fingers tug at Louis' shirt, silently asking for it to be taken off. Louis breaks away for a short moment, shrugging off the blue button up he was wearing, then the white t-shirt he had on underneath. Harry giggles when the shirt gets caught on his head, messing up his hair completely when he manages to throw it to the ground.

Somehow, someway, Louis and Harry did not hear the jingling of keys at the front door. They didn't hear the door open and close, and they certainly didn't hear someone enter the room. After all, they were too busy moaning into each others mouth and using their hands to explore each others bodies.

"Harry? Oh, my God!"

Louis is off of Harry in an instant, falling off of the couch with a loud thud. He scrambles to get his shirt and the button up on, while Harry sits up, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

Harry panics and says the first thing that comes to mind; "It's not what it looks like!"

Idiot, it's exactly what it looks like, he tells himself, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"I- Um, I was just- okay," Anne says, turning on her heel and walking out of the room. Harry hears her walk up the stairs and her bedroom door close.

"Well, shit," Louis breathlessly says, standing up and helping Harry off the couch.

Well, shit, is right, Harry thinks.

"I should- I should get going. I've got this thing that I can't be late to..." Louis mumbles, already starting to walk towards the front door.

"Oh, yeah. Right. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

Louis hesitates, his hand pausing on the door knob. He turns half way around and smiles at Harry. "Of course. Goodbye, Harry."

And he leaves without another word.

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(short chapter, sorry. I just wanted to get something in before the weekend.

what do you think happened to Louis at the end of the chapter?? i wanna know what you guys think!)

EDIT: hi it's 2018 and I think I wrote this in like 2015 maybe?? so sorry if you're reading this now because it is just not good. anyways thanks for the reads love you bye!