The press conference

Chapter 13: Drown myself in a bottle of her perfume

Harry had recovered from the Louis incident even though he still got the shivers every time he thought about Louis' lips on his. He felt like he was a teenager again, getting all giddy and excited every time his mind wandered to the kiss.

Harry was well aware that Louis was avoiding him but he expected that, Louis had always been extremely loyal and kissing someone else while being in a relationship was probably driving him insane. He guessed that Louis hadn't told any of the lads or Eleanor since no one asked him anything about it. It was probably better that way, Harry didn't want to be a cheater either and even though he didn't like El, he still didn't want to think too much about what he did to her. She probably felt the same way about Louis as he did and the thought of Louis kissing someone else nearly killed him.

Harry's phone buzzed and he saw that Niall was calling him.

"Hey mate, El and Lou invited all of us over for dinner at their place tonight, can ya make it?"

Harry gulped, he hadn't seen Louis since they kissed because they had a break from writing and he wasn't sure how he felt about seeing him again. But on the other hand, he really missed him. He was scared to face Eleanor again after all those years but he had to get it over with because it could most definitely not be avoided.

"Sure thing, I'll be there, what time?"

"Around 7, see ya Haz," said an excited Niall and Harry could hear his giddy smile through the phone.

Harry pulled up to Louis' house and was once again reminded of how big of a mansion it was, sometimes he forgot how much fucking money they had made and still made due to One Direction's success, it was ridiculous.

He rung the bell and Liam opened the door.

"Great Haz, you made it, come in, you're the last."

"Uhm, okay", mumbled Harry and stepped through the door.

He saw a giddy looking Niall lingering on the couch, next to him was Zayn who looked flawless as always. Louis was standing next to them and looked at Harry with rosy cheeks, he could see that he was trying his best to seem normal but was failing miserably, at least Harry thought so. And there she was, having her manicured fingers on Louis shoulder.

Eleanor.

She looked more thin and fake than the last time he saw her but he couldn't deny that she looked stunning, even though he was gay he could still appreciate that she was outstandingly pretty.

To his surprise she had a warm smile on her face.

"Harry, it's been ages, come here!"

She rushed to hug him and Harry tensed up, had she forgotten that he was her boyfriend's ex? Probably not, but Harry was a kind person so he decided to be equally as nice to her as she was to him.

"Hey El, yeah, you look good, how are ya?"

Eleanor looked as if she was puffing out a sigh of relief and smiled at him even wider.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. So, how about we start with the dinner. I made spring rolls as a starter, I hope that you lot all like that."

"Hell yeah", said an excited Niall and Harry just chuckled because some things would just never change.

Harry had to admit that the food was great and they had a nice conversation going, Eleanor was telling about her social media work and the boys told some stories from the Hiatus. Harry couldn't really follow the conversation though because he was busy staring at Louis who looked even prettier tonight than he usually did. For fucks sake.

He caught Harry staring a few times when he himself wanted to catch a glimpse of Harry and blushed every time like a schoolboy with a crush. It was ridiculous.

"Can I use the bathroom?", asked Harry politely and very much directed towards Eleanor and not Louis.

"Sure, hun, it's...", was all that Eleanor could say before Louis interrupted her.

"I'll show you, it's a bit hard to find", said Louis with a determined look on his face.

Harry couldn't even answer him and just followed Louis up the stairs.

He panicked when Louis followed him into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

"Can you please stop staring at me when El sits next to me, it makes me uncomfortable, I should've never kissed you, I'm sorry but you need to forget about that, okay?"

Louis looked stressed and Harry was hurt.

"I'm sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it, I can't help it", said Harry with that hurt expression on his face that Louis couldn't take.

"Me neither", mumbled Louis before he looked directly into Harry's eyes.

"You have gotten even more beautiful, how is that even possible?"

Harry now felt Louis' breath on his face and he gulped, what was he doing?

Louis stared at him for a few more seconds before he closed the distance between them.

"Fucking shit", mumbled Louis breathlessly while kissing Harry.

The kiss immediately turned heated and soon he could feel Louis' tongue against his own. He let out a deep groan and pressed Louis' little body against his. Harry was embarrassed at how hard he was already but when he felt that Louis was just as hard as he was it turned him on even more. He felt Louis grinding his hips against him during kisses to get some friction and they both let out low moans. Harry would probably come in his pants if Louis kept going like that, but to be honest he didn't care.

"Jesus, you're so hot, I would fuck you right here", said Louis and the words went straight to Harry's dick.

"Do it then", said Harry breathlessly and he really hoped that Louis would do just that.

But then Louis broke their kiss and looked at him with flustered cheeks.

"That never happened", and with that Louis was out of the bathroom.