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Chapter 12

Dear You,

If I weren’t completely in shock that last night was real, I would wholeheartedly be making fun of you for ruining your pajama pants from a little touch and grind from yours truly. If that isn’t an ego boost to me, I don’t know what is.

Here’s me apologizing in advance for how cocky I may be today. 

p.s. In all reality, I don’t know what is going to happen today. Are we back to normal? Because last night was far from normal. I wouldn’t mind doing that over again though, to be fair.

I’m gonna go check on you now. 

-Me

~*~

I knocked quickly on Louis’ bedroom door hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.

“It’s open!” Louis yelled around a full mouth. I walked in and saw him walking around his room brushing his teeth in nothing but his pajama pants, tan body on full display. 

“Just coming to see if you were awake.” I said as I made myself comfortable on the edge of his bed.

He walked into the bathroom and rinsed his mouth before responding. “Didn’t sleep much, to be honest.”

“Oh.” Was the only response I could muster up. I thought about myself last night. I didn’t sleep much either. I did a lot of tossing and turning trying to will my energetic mind to finally calm down and get some rest. I assured myself countless times last night that I would have plenty of time to think about last night’s festivities in the morning.

“What are you thinking?” Louis asked, breaking me out of my thought. 

“What makes you think I was thinking something?” I shook my curls and pushed them to the side to get rid of my bed hair.

“Because. I know when you are thinking about something…that and your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes were focused intently on the carpet, and I know for a fact it isn’t that interesting. What’s going on in that curly head of yours?” He said down on the bed on the opposite side of me, leaving plenty of space between us.

“Right…well I was just thinking that I didn’t sleep much either.” A smirk was beginning to spread on his face. 

“And why is that, Harry?” He said as he scooted slightly closer to me on the bed.

The biggest fault I have is that I get easily embarrassed. I try to not let it show, but it happens so often. I hate talking about anything remotely inappropriate because I start thinking about what ever that thing is and then I get really flustered and red in the face. 

Louis knows this flaw.

“Just couldn’t sleep, you know.” In my mind, I begged him to change the subject and lose interest. This, however, was not the case.

“Was something on your mind? That could have caused a-” his hand plopped down on my upper thigh before continuing “distraction for you?”

I felt my face burning as Louis’ hand wandered higher on my thigh.

“Oh what’s wrong, Harry? You look a little feverish…or maybe embarrassed?” His smile was brilliant now and he gave my thigh a light squeeze.

I smacked his hand out of the way. “Oh stop it, Louis. I’m not the one who should be embarrassed. Did you manage to get the stain out of your pants?” His face turned bright red also. “That’s what I thought.” I smiled at his obvious embarrassment.

“Fair. So, can we talk about last night?” He swung his legs up onto the bed and crossed them so he was facing me. I turned to do the same.

We stared at each other for a moment not really sure what to say.