Human

The principal

Text from: Louis 💘
Hey Bambi, finally got home.

Harry smiled as he read over Louis' text. So he was thinking about him.

Text to: Louis 💘
That's good, are you going to bed now?

Text from: Louis 💘
Gotta take care of something first.

Harry furrowed his brows, what could Louis possibly be doing at 4am?

Text from: Louis 💘
Thinking about you...

Realisation dawned on Harry.

Text to: Louis 💘
Is it helping?

He sighed as he pressed send, that was quite possibly the dumbest response he could come up with.

Text from: Louis 💘
Wanna see?

Harry was going to choke, he realised that while they were doing all of this, he hadn't seen Louis naked yet, neither had Louis seen him. Their chest had been exposed at most.

Text from: Louis 💘
Picture attachment

And the sight was so glorious, harry had to bite back a moan, he was almost considering sneaking out. Almost. The picture was grainy but Harry could still make out Louis' defined chest, and the slight V of his hips, the happy trail that led to, oh god, the sheets were swung over most of it but his tip was peaking out and Harry was so hard again already.

Text from: Louis💘
You've gone awfully quiet Bambi

Text to: Louis 💘
I don't know what to say wow

Harry's hands were shaky as he typed, couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Text from: Louis 💘
Am I getting you excited again?

Text to: Louis 💘
This isn't fair, you know you are

He could almost picture Louis smirking at his phone.

Text from: Louis 💘
What's not fair is that I have to do this based on memories instead of having the real thing here with me

Harry still couldn't quite believe Louis was getting off thinking about him, it felt so surreal. It might be a weird thing to get butterflies over but the fact that Louis was thinking about him made his stomach flutter.

Text from: Louis 💘
What're you wearing?

Harry looked down, it really wasn't anything spectacular.

Text to: Louis💘
Old band shirt and my boxers

Text from: Louis 💘
Fuck wish you were here with me

Harry decided to be a little bolder then.

Text to: Louis 💘
Are you touching yourself?

Harry could imagine it, it was wonderful, Louis sweaty, his fringe sticking to his forehead, slowly but surely getting himself off, the way his arms would flex and the moan he'd let out as he touched his sweet spot.