Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

       "Louis? Honey? There's some boy named Harry here to see you!" My mom yells up the stairs, and I cringe. I look down at myself, my dick hanging out, and I scramble up out of bed.
         "Uh, okay mom. Just.. tell him I'll be down in a minute!" I shout down the stairs. Shit shit shit. I quickly throw the tissue in the trashcan and close the internet, putting my laptop in my desk drawer. I feel dirty and gross. Harry would be disgusted.
           Running down the stairs, I realize my pants were still unbuttoned and I quickly fix them, muttering under my breath about how stupid that was of me. I run a hand through my hair and let out a shaky breath, stumbling into the living room.
        "Oh hey, Harry," I say, not able to look him in the eye. He looks up at me and smiles.
        "How'd you sleep last night?" He asks with a wink and I blush and look down at my feet.
         "Great, actually," I say, looking up for a split second with a smirk on my face.
         "Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. My friend Liam called me and was having a fucking fit that I wasn't there to help clean up the mess after the party," He says in a hushed voice, so my mom wouldn't hear him.
         "Oh, uh, it's fine really. I didn't wake up until about an hour ago, and I just got up and.. took a shower," I lie.
         He raises an eyebrow, seeming to be able to tell I was lying.
         "Well, I was thinking that maybe you would want to come hang out with me today? Liam wants me to hang with him, so we could all just chill at my place, if you wanted," Harry says, kind of timidly for once.
          I rub the back of my neck, and glance up at him. What if he tries something more than last night? Would I really mind? I was so confused right now, it was fucking ridiculous. Fuck it, why not?
         "Sure, that sounds fun. Let me just go put on clothes, and not these pajamas," I say, seeing him start to grin while I turned away and hurried up the stairs. I strip out of my plain white tshirt and pajama bottoms quickly, throwing them in the hamper. I search through my drawers and pull on a sweater and tight skinny jeans.
          When I get back downstairs, the TV is on, but no one is watching it. My mom is talking to Harry, asking him a bunch of questions.
         "Where do you work Harry?" She asks innocently.
         "Oh. Well actually, I work at a bar. I'm a bartender," He says sheepishly, running a hand through his curls.
         "Oh, well thats... nice," My mom says quietly. The silence after that is awkward as hell, so I grab Harry's arm and pull him up.
        "Alright mom, we'll I'll be back later. Harry and I are going to hang out at his house and watch the game," I lie, so she doesn't question it any further. She knew I loved soccer, so she wouldn't say anything else. I rush out the door with Harry, grabbing my keys on the way out the door.
       "Why was she asking so much shit?" I say with a groan.
       "I think she believes that I'm over because I'm trying to get in your pants. I can confirm that that's not all I want," He says.
      Not all he wants? Was he serious? My eyes widen, but I quickly look away and just let it go. Of course he was kidding. Why would he want me?
      "Watching the game though huh? Is that what you really want to do?" Harry asks, and looks over at me. I wasn't sure why he insisted on walking and me not taking the car, but apparently we were halfway there already, so I wasn't going to complain.
       "No, because there isn't a soccer game on tonight. Otherwise I would," I say.
       "Well, what did you want to do?" He asks, and I feel him move closer to me on the sidewalk.
       "I don't know, it's your house," I say with a laugh. My whole body was aware of the fact of how close he was, and my heart was pounding. He was giving me butterflies, as cheesy as that shit sounds.       
      "Well, Liam will probably hound me to play the xbox with him. That new video game that everyone's been talking about just came out, and I haven't played it with him yet," Harry says.
        "I don't really play video games, but I can watch," I reply, and jump a little when he slowly slips his hand into mine, and interlocks our fingers. I hesitate for a minute. What if someone saw us? Did he even like me or was this just a way to get me to do something for him later? He squeezes my hand gently, and gives me a small reassuring smile. I can't help but melt a little, and I decide to hold his hand back.
      
         This was a lot better than the last chapter, right guys? I think so anyways. I hope you like it c: