All Shook Up || Larry Stylinson || ✅

Chapter Five

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"Uh, Louis." 

Louis woke up to Harry beside him calling his name. He glanced over and saw that his eyes were still closed. 'That's odd,' Louis thought, 'I wonder if he's having a bad dream.' His thoughts were interrupted by a moan escaping Harry's mouth and Louis's eyes widened ten times more. 

"Lou!" Harry moaned again. Louis's mouth dropped open as he watched Harry tilt his head back. Harry was dreaming about him. Not any dream. Harry is having a dirty dream about Louis. Louis doesn't know if he should be scared or happy, or if he should wake him up or not. 

His thoughts were interrupted a second time when he felt movement on his leg. He was lying on his back and Harry was on his side, grinding onto Louis's hip. Louis froze and bit his lip to suppress a moan. 

Harry continued to grind and moan into Louis's ear when Louis couldn't take it any longer and moved facing Harry to grind their crotches together. He whimpered while Harry let out a long moan and wrapped his arms around Louis. He softly held Louis by his bottom as he continuously grinded into Louis. 

Louis opened his mouth and let out a moan. He felt Harry freeze and Louis immediately went on his back pretending to be asleep, while his body was hot all over. He could feel Harry move around until he heard a soft groan and a muttered,

"Shit."

Harry stood up from the bed and raced into his bathroom, locking the door behind him. He was breathing rapidly. He just had a dirty dream about Louis. In bed with Louis! He looked down and saw he still had a problem. His body felt hot all over. It had felt so real. A thought clouds his mind that he instantly freezes over. 

'What if Louis was awake, what if he's mad at me, or disgusted. I can't lose him. I will literally die if I lose him.' Harry glances at the bathroom clock and sees its only 6:30 in the morning. That's late enough for him to be up. He decides to take a cold shower to fix his problem.

Louis lies in bed, blinking at the ceiling with raggedy breaths. 'What does this mean?' he thinks to himself. 'Why would Harry have that dream if he didn't like me. Does Harry like me? Do I like Harry? He's my best friend. Oh my god what am I gonna do? Do I pretend like nothing happened? He does think I was asleep.' Louis pulls on his hair and decides to get up. 

He takes sweats and a sweater from Harry's closet and trots downstairs. He decides he wants to make Harry breakfast and he won't say anything about what happened unless Harry does first. 

Harry quickly finishes his shower, wraps himself in a towel, and slowly opens the door. He sees the bed is vacant and his door is closed. He sighs and goes to his closet for some clothes. He grabs a pair of joggers and looks for his favorite gray sweater before tossing on a t-shirt and going downstairs to ask Louis if he's seen it. 

He walks into the kitchen and is greeted by a savory smell of pancakes. He sees Louis at the stove dressed in his favorite sweater. The past mornings events slipped through his mind. He walks up to Louis and puts his arms around hi waist, placing his chin on his shoulder.

"You actually making pancakes without burning them? Shocker." Louis's mouth falls open and he swats Harry's arm.

"Shut up wanker, you know I finally mastered my pancake skills." Harry laughs but snuggles his head into Louis's neck and sighs contentedly as Louis finishes their pancakes.

"C'mon boo, food time." Harry takes a plate of pancakes and sits at the counter beside Louis and digs in, moaning at the taste on his tongue. Louis instantly turns red as he tries to ignore that sound and continues to eat.