“you’ve got the worst timing in the world,” Louis laughs, his hand clasped over his mouth to silence his not-so-quiet giggles. Harry leans his head against the wall his shoulder pressed a little too hard into the jacket hook hanging on the inside of louis’ closet door. “I cant help it babe, needed- fuck, you” Harry gives up his vow of silence when louis’ lips meet his neck mid-sentence, gasps are etched into the warmth of the closet, the clothes in the tiny room procuring the noises of the two restless teens. or harry is not entirely sober and seeks a midnight hookup, and louis’ not exactly his boyfriend and to make matters all the more awful - louis' room is very unfortunately directly next to his parents, and harry is bad at being quiet