Hiding Love; I'm Fine

Chapter Two

I open my eyes and I am alone in my bunk. I could've sworn I fell asleep on the couch after me and Harry.. oh no. The guys, they would've seen us and...

"Hey Louis," Zayn says casually, walking by the bunk. I throw off my blanket and run into the small kitchen area.

"Guys, I can explain I just...ummm," I stutter, trying to say something. They knew me and Harry had a bromance, but then we cleared it up that me and him weren't gay.

Everyone looks over at me and raises their eyebrow, all except for Harry. He sat there, smirk on his face as he stared at me. Then I realize why. I was only in my boxers.

"You've got to be kidding me," I say with a sigh. I turn around and walk back to the bathroom trying to find

my jeans.

"I think you left them beside the couch last night," I hear a voice say. I turn around and see Harry. Is he angry at me? Did I do something wrong? Well, anything other than make out with him.

"Look about last night,"

"Let me guess, you regret it all and you wish it never happened. I'm sorry about it, but the guys now know, so what's the use of hiding it from them? What's wrong about being in love with a guy? A lot of guys are gay," he says. His voice is very dull, like he was sad, but still sounded emotion less.

I fumbled to find something to say, but before I could Harry was kissing me again. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't. The kiss just felt so right. Like all of my broken pieces were put back together, and I could finally be happy.

I sit on the counter, still not breaking out kiss and he pulls me closer to him, so close that our bodies were touching. He puts his hands on either side of me on the counter and kisses me harder.

We finally pull apart to catch our breath. One of his hands is behind my head and the other one is on my thigh.

"I love you," he says, breathing heavily. This time, though, I don't answer. Instead, I crash our lips together.

(Harry's p.o.v)

I run my hands though Louis' hair and deepen the kiss. He was still sitting on the counter, but this time I was on his lap, my torso facing him. I didn't care if someone walked in on us or we got in trouble. I wanted him, and I could tell he wanted me too.

We grind our hips together, our bodies in perfect sync with our lips. I pull apart, but don't let go of him.

"Why don't we go and finish this in one of the bunks, that way we don't have to worry about like falling or someone walking in on us.

I know this isn't very good but its just a filler. I've had a lot of work and everything so I've been really busy.srry.

-elle