Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

chapter 17

Wednesday, October 24th

Louis’ POV

We were in my bed, no his bed, no wait, I’m not sure who’s bed, but that didn’t matter because he was on top of me, his tongue dominating my mouth and I was helpless in his hands, giving myself over to his touch. His shirt was off, crumpled into a ball somewhere on the floor along with mine. He started kissing down my bare chest, his curls tickling me and causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. Fuck, why did that feel so good? He teasingly stopped at the band of my boxers and I knew I didn’t want him to stop. I opened my mouth to plead with him to continue, but then he was gone.

I sat bolt up right in my bed, my hands clammy and my forehead covered with beads of sweat.

What the hell had just happened?

Did I just…

Yes.

Yes, you did just dream about your best mate doing naughty things to you.

And yes, you were definitely enjoying it.

Shit.

Fuck.

What about Eleanor?

Wait, who?

Oh right, dickface your girlfriend.

Well, she isn’t exactly your girlfriend anymore.

True, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still love her more than anything, I argued back to the annoying voice in my head.

I wouldn’t ever cheat on her, even though we were technically on a break, especially not with Harry of all people.

Then why were you just dreaming about it? The voice countered.

I cursed the irritating voice in my head that loved playing devil’s advocate especially at… damn 4:32am.

I rolled over groaning and attempted to fall back asleep, but of course, sleep evaded me and I was haunted by the image of Harry’s face smirking up at me as he tugged on the band of my boxers…

I woke up in the morning feeling particularly irritable, which was unfortunate because I had to be at the school for the whole day for class and then rehearse for Grease.

I sat up and shook my hair out of my face, trying to take stock of my life.

Here’s what I knew:

Eleanor and I were no longer together. As of two days ago we were officially on a break, and she was handling it a lot better than I was.

I had skipped school with Harry on Monday, and had one of the best days I had had in a while.

Harry was the person I felt closes to in my life at this moment and I was turning to him and leaning on him a lot with the whole Eleanor and me business.

Eleanor and I are still friends; we eat together at our same table, although she makes an effort to sit between Cher and the end of the table, leaving me to sit at the other end between Harry and Niall.

Speaking of Niall, he is seeing that redhead from that one day now, so props to him for finally getting his shit together as mine was falling apart.

What else, oh right, I had just had a sex dream about the one person I told everything to, leaving me hard and alone in the morning, desperate for some company.

Harry’s company.

What?

No, Lou, snap out of it. You are not feeling that way about your best mate. That strange dream just has you all mind-fucked.