All the pretty girls can't measure to you

Chapter 2

Harry had almost forgotten about his earlier embarrassment as he exited the shower later that night. He toweled off, threw on some comfy pajama bottoms and a tshirt, and wandered out to join the rest of the boys. He and Louis always shared a hotel room, and the other three boys always migrated to it. Currently Louis and Zayn were sat on the floor in front of the tv playing video games, Liam was on the couch reading, and Niall was in the kitchen stuffing his face with some strange popcorn/cereal abomination.

Harry grimaced. "Niall's pregnant," he announced, peering into the bowl. "Is that Lucky Charms?"

Niall looked appalled. "Of course not, it's just the marshmallows. I left the nasty bits in the box."

"Ugh," Harry wrinkled his nose.

"I'm rich, bitch. I do what I want," Niall retorted with a flourish, sitting down to enjoy his concoction.

"Language!" Harry gasped, eyes wide. "There's a baby in there!" he mouthed, miming rubbing his hands over a pregnant belly.

Niall laughed through a mouthful of marshmallow popcorn.

Harry made his way into the living room to sit next to Liam, tripping over the cord for Zayn's controller on the way.

"Harry! You made me lose!" Zayn yelled, lunging at his legs.

Louis slapped him. "Stop with your tings, man, at me boy!" he sassed. "Don't blame Harry cuz you suck."

Zayn pouted and picked up his controller again.

Harry smiled happily and folded himself onto the couch next to Liam, directly behind Louis. Louis scooted back and settled into the spot between Harry's legs. Louis was such a tactile person, Harry loved that about him. He was cuddly with all his friends, but always more so with Harry.

Harry buried his fingers in the boy's hair, eliciting an appreciative moan that went straight to Harry's dick. Harry felt bad - that was obviously a platonic moan, how dare his dick get ideas. He sighed and continued casually playing with Louis' hair, which smelled delicious by the way, like spicy vanilla. Harry was pretty sure that wasn't a thing, but there were a lot of things about Louis that shouldn't be real, his tired brain rationalized. Harry fell asleep contemplating the wonders of spicy vanilla and sassy blue eyes and stardust.

"Hey. Hey Hazza, wake up."

Someone was gently shaking him. Harry opened his eyes to Louis bending over him, soft hair falling in his face. Stardust. That was the secret. Harry could see it now - little flecks of it in the boy's eyes. He couldn't believe he'd never figured it out before. Harry smiled, satisfied.

"Come on love, you gotta come to bed or your back's gonna hurt tomorrow."

Harry let Louis guide him up off the sofa and to the bedroom. Louis pulled off Harry's shirt and pajamas, leaving him in his boxers. He was so sweet - he knew Harry didn't like sleeping in clothes. Harry smiled sleepily at his sunshine boy. The stardust in his eyes twinkled as he ruffled Harry's curls affectionately before pulling the covers over both of them and snuggling in behind him. Management always got Harry and Louis a room with two queen beds, but they still usually slept in the same one. Louis was cuddly with all his friends, Harry reminded himself as he drifted off.

He woke up a few hours later to a new sensation, Louis' hard dick against his leg. This wasn't unusual in itself, they were young men in the prime of their lives after all, but this was - different, Harry could tell.

Louis shifted his hips and pressed down.

He wasn't. He couldn't be.

Louis was humping his leg.