30 days

Day 10

Grumpy Louis was back. They had woken up the day after their party both really hungover and they had spent that day in front of the tv not saying much. A food delivery had shown up during the day and they had put away the groceries together.

They didn't argue but they didn't really get along either. There was something off with Louis. The days went slowly.

They went to bed on the ninth day since they arrived at the cabin and Harry felt like he was going out of his mind. He had to try and talk to Louis. He decided to make an effort the next day and fell asleep feeling content with his decision.

He woke up in the middle of the night from a sound. Louis was pressed against his back rubbing his crotch against his bum. What the hell was going on? He turned his head enough to look at Louis. He was asleep but let out small whimpers and moans. Harry could feel that he grew hard from the delicious sounds. It didn't help that Louis was grinding against his ass. Harry suppressed a moan and closed his eyes. No, this wasn't right. He moved away from Louis and turned around to wake him up. He shook his shoulder.
"Louis. Wake up."

Louis's eyes snapped open and he looked disoriented.
"Harry?"

"You had a dream." Harry stated. This was embarrassing.

"Oh... yeah. Sorry." Louis mumbled.

"You don't have to apologize. Go back to sleep." Harry turned around again.

Fifteen minutes later Harry had almost fallen back to sleep when he heard Louis get up from the bed and walk out of the bedroom. When he hadn't come back ten minutes later Harry sat up and went to look for him to see if he was okay.

He slowly opened the bedroom door and spotted Louis on the couch. Harry's eyes almost bulged out when he realized that Louis was jerking off and looking at one of the gayporn movies that Niall had left for them. Harry froze in his place. He couldn't tear his eyes from the scene in front of him. Louis had his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the couch cushion. He was breathing heavy, trying to hold his moans in while he was stroking himself at a steady pace.

Harry had to palm himself through his boxers and he was rock hard. His fuzzy mind finally realized that Louis could catch him watching at any second and he slowly closed the door. He put an ear against the door and could hear Louis faintly. He put his hand in his boxers and started to stroke himself. This was so wrong of him but he couldn't help it. Seeing Louis like that had really turned him on. Not to mention the grinding earlier. With the image of Louis touching himself freshly in his mind Harry came harder than he had done in a long time. Fuck! Not okay. Harry felt like a creep. But this was Louis.

He pulled down the boxers and dried off the cum and hid them in his suitcase before he put on a fresh pair and went back to bed. Louis tip-toed his way back to the bed a couple of minutes later and Harry silently thanked his lucky star that he hadn't walked in on him with cumstained boxers.
"Oh, you're awake." Louis looked at him, cheeks turning pink.

"Yeah..." Harry didn't know what to say.

Louis climbed into bed and turned his back to Harry. "Good night."

"Night."

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Harry had a hard time looking at Louis the next morning, feeling ashamed about last night.

"Let's get out of here." Louis suggested after they finished eating breakfast.

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Where? We have 20 more days here."

Louis rolled his eyes.
"I know! But we can go for a walk, can't we? We have been locked up in this cabin for days! You can stay if you want but I'm going outside."