we're like bumper cars ~ l.s.

chapter 7

He has called Niall a thousand and one times. He has messaged him a thousand times more. He's not answering the phone. And Harry is coming over in 5 minutes.

Niall's not home. Niall's somewhere. Niall is fucking somewhere and if Niall sees that Harry is at Louis' house, unlimited sex jokes will be coming out of Niall's ass and questions will be thrown at Louis' face.

Louis has tried calling Harry to cancel plans until things are definite. Harry hasn't answered his phone either; he's driving. Which is fucking fantastic! If any day were to be the best day of Louis' life, this one would certainly be it!

The door bell rings, and he's hoping it's Harry so he can tell him to fuck off before Niall arrives. Louis flies down the stairs in sweatpants and a soft t-shirt, carelessly sliding in his socks towards the front door to see it is indeed Harry outside. Things are finally turning around.

He opens the door and Harry slides in without greeting, immediately taking Louis' hips into his large hands. He tries to kiss Louis with one of those chaste "how are you doing, babe?" kisses but Louis pushes him away instantly, as if he was a foreign being to Earth.

"You need to go," Louis whispers. "Niall is still coming over."

Harry raises an eyebrow. "You said you were going to call off plans with him!"

"I was," Louis murmurs, whispering for no good reason. Harry slumps in his spot, buzzing out a frustrated sigh. "He didn't come over like he said he was going to before training. He waited like the fucking knob he is. And he won't answer his phone. Now, you have to get out before he arrives."

Harry frowns at him. Oh no. "But can't you tell him to leave?"

"Harry, don't make things difficult--"

"But you said you'd let me suck you off," Harry whines childishly. He reaches forward for Louis' hips again, dragging himself into Louis' personal bubble and touching their feet. Louis doesn't push him away, only hesitates to rest his hands on Harry's waist also. He does eventually, and Louis smiles up to Harry who continues to pout at his foiled plans.

Louis can't let this happen. "We can do it next Friday?"

His eyebrows furrow downward, like his frown. "Fuck you and your lack of organisation."

"You know what." Louis pushes him back aggressively. "You're the one that could have sucked me off in the bushes. You know, when we actually had time and we were in private. Instead, you're the one that made the shitty plan to come back to my place and decide to fuck with my already sorted plans!"

"What were you even going to do with Niall? For all I know, I saved you from a boring night of card stacking and pizza for body shots and Netflix and chill."

"Netflix and chill with yourself," argues Louis. Harry's face remains angered, but it's a passive anger. Maybe something not to be taken seriously. Harry knows that other plans overrule theirs. Their plans aren't even supposed to happen. Harry shouldn't even be in his house, let alone less than a metre away from his presence.

"I hate you," Harry hisses at him. Louis stands his ground, only scoffing at his bright eyes of taunt. He then laughs at Harry, whose lips quirk up into an easy smile. "Coach told me today that room plans for the trip have been sorted too, so looks like in three weeks we're going to be in the same hotel room for four nights."

"What," Louis says, baffled. "We're sharing a room?"

"It was you or Coach." Harry pads towards Louis, closing in the space and sliding his hands on Louis' shoulders. "Told him that I meant no offence but I'd prefer to be with a student. Think he was a little suspicious that I wanted to be in the same room as you, but don't really care. Means we can fuck in the sheets on the day alone."

Oh God. "What the fuck you... you sinful piece of shit."

"Hm," Harry hums happily, staring at Louis with little importance to anything but him. It makes him feel a bit... special. It's not like he should care that Harry only has eyes for him right now. It's not like they're a thing. It's just a bit of tension that needs relieving, that's all. "Could deal with that title. Good accomplishment."

"It'd be your first accomplishment."

Harry narrows his eyes at him, kicking at his foot. "I hate you."

Victoriously, Louis bounces on the balls of his feet and giggles. Harry drags his steps backwards, hands resting on the door knob. He looks over to Louis once more, snake slit eyes still aimed at his gleaming body.

"See you on training Monday, then," Harry says softly. Louis nods him off. He's quite sad, if he's honest. He would rather Harry here than Niall, but he guesses that the long wait to their time alone would make things a lot better for them when the time actually comes.

Harry blows a kiss to Louis. His lips push forwards and make a loud noise, Louis giggling once again and stepping forward. He doesn't catch the kiss, but instead presses his mouth on Harry's for a small peck. Harry's hands reach down to pinch at his bum. Louis doesn't react to the touch, only telling Harry to piss off before--

Shit.

Three knocks are upon the door. Harry blinks at the knob, mind blanked entirely. Louis panics hard enough to reach forward and slam his back against the door to prevent Niall from barging in.

"Louis?" He calls from outside. Niall sounds tired, from God knows what. Louis is tired too; tired from dealing with so much shit that now it's finally going to ruin his secret with Harry. It's hardly been a week.

"Hi!" Louis exclaims. Harry's looking at him with wide eyes. Louis is similar, except there's a hint of fury in his pupils. If Harry had just hurried the fuck up and left the house, this wouldn't have happened. Fuck, they're so fucked. "Sorry, give me a minute! I kind of had a problem with... a... bug."

Niall doesn't respond to him. Louis sighs slightly as he mouths to Harry go through the back, I'll make sure Niall doesn't see you. Harry nods and leans down to kiss him goodbye, and Louis slaps him square on the chest.

"Fuck you," Harry bites. Louis rolls his eyes and points down the hallway - the planned escape route for Harry. "I still want you."

"Shut up and leave, twat."

"Lou?" Niall questions. Louis' eyes bulge out of his head. He prods at Harry's chest to run and to keep running until the can't run no more. Harry listens this time, pissing off just as Louis responds to Niall.

"Y-Yep, I just..." Louis stamps his foot on the wooden flooring, intending to sound like he's killing a bug and distracting Niall from the sudden slam of the back door. Louis laughs nervously, huffing as he opens the front door and letting Niall into the house. Louis can only hope that Harry has fucked off.

"Hi, sorry," Louis murmurs, hand coming to his fringe and adjusting the small tufts of hair. He's sure the stress and anxiety caused hair to stick out from all directions. Harry's gone now. Thank fuck. That's all the relief Louis needs.

"Sounds like you had a boxing match in here," Niall teases. "Let me guess, it was a ladybird?"

He fucking wishes it was a ladybird. "Shut up, Niall."