While We're Young

Chapter 4

I awake to the sound of a light tapping on my door. I groan and pull the covers over my head and bury myself deeper into my warm cocoon of blankets. The knock grows louder but I just hide myself more, too tired to even open my eyes. I hear the lock click open and I groan again.

"Leeeyuuum! It's too early to get up! Don't take advantage of that extra room key! It's for emergencies only, you even said!" Liam didn't reply. All of a sudden, I feel his body softly land on top of mine. He starts poking at the covers near where my face is. I sigh and pull my covers down and look at him with distaste. Then I realize, it's not Liam.

"Lou? Wha-" But I couldn't say any more because Louis leans his head down and attaches his lips to mine. God, I almost forgot overnight how good it felt when he kissed me. He slowly pulls away, enough to look into my eyes. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," he whispers, his light, warm breath ruffling my  bangs. I smile and poke his nose and he pulls me into another kiss. After a few moments, I feel his finger graze my bare skin, on my stomach. That's when I realize, I'm in my pajamas. And what are my pajamas at the moment? A tight tank top that only covers half of my torso and my spankies. Don't judge me, it's comfortable! It's not like I expected someone to greet me before I was dressed! But I just can't pull away from his perfect lips. His hand moves farther up and I feel him hesitate, when he realizes I'm probably not wearing much. His hesitation doesn't last long though, and his fingers slowly make a trail further up. 

Of course, something had to ruin the moment. At the same time, we hear somebody's voice and we pull away, reluctantly but quickly. Harry walks through my open door (damn why didn't Louis close it?!) and finds us "chatting casually" on my bed. We look up.

"Oh! Hi, Harry!" Louis says cheerfully. Only I notice the forced smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. I know how he feels. And by the way, why the hell was everyone coming in my room anyway?! My efforts to act happy to seem Harry were less than an attempt. 

"Oh look, it's the cat who drags in a new piece of rotten meat every night, " I sneer at him while looking him over in distaste. Well, not exactly distaste, he was looking very fine in his purple knit sweater, orange trousers, and red Converse. Of course the stylist must have picked out his outfit this morning because on most mornings Harry would just walk around in sweats and a t-shirt. 

What is truly strange, though, is that Harry didn't tease me back or say anything rude. He just kind of… looked past me. I open my mouth to question his odd behavior, but then he speaks in a low, angry voice.

"That bitch. I should have never taken her back with me. She stole my fucking wallet! Took about $500! If I ever see her again she'll wish she never fucked with Harry Styles…" Fucked with or just fucked? I grumbled in my head. But to him I say, this time more sympathetic, 

"Oh, I'm sorry! Guess that teaches you not to fuck random sluts you find at parties!" … Okay maybe that didn't sound very sympathetic… But instead of getting pissed at me like he normally does, Harry just looks at me hard and kind of nods. That's when I remember what I'm wearing. His eyes instantly hit my chest. Without a bra underneath I felt extremely exposed. Then , his eyes slowly made their way down to my stomach which was showing quite a bit, then even lower. Damn, why can't I wear other pajamas instead of these underclothes?! 

I watch him slowly gulp and I begin to feel pins and needles, the same way I did when he looked at me at the party. Louis cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence and Harry's gaze. Harry then looks me in the eyes then smiles his catty half smile and says in a teasing voice, 

"What happened to you clothes, Ray? You giving Lou a show?" I instantly snap back, 

"Yeah, because I'm quite a sight to stare at, aren't I now, Harry?" That shut him up, but he still has his smile on his face. 

"What did you want anyway?" I huff, hiding the fact that I was pleased to have been so cleverly tongued with him. 

"Liam told me that Louis would forget to tell you," Louis glared but Harry continued,  "so he sent me. We are all going out to breakfast… so get dressed," and with that, Harry winks then walks out, leaving Louis and I alone again. I turn to him and say, 

"I'll see you at breakfast," then I smile and kiss his cheek and lead him out to my door where we share one final long look then he departs.