Intent on Hating You (Larry Stylinson)

-Chapter Fifteen-

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: So there is smut, pretty much through this whole chapter, but the main stuff is in the *** incase you don't want to read it... on to the story anyways

The sound of the door slamming caused me to drop myself quickly and freeze. I turned my head slowly to see a shadow moving in the room beyond.

“Hey Lou” Harry called out. I felt my eyes widened, I mean I was stood in the shower with a hard on, the door wide open and Harry was stood in the room next door, the very same Harry I’d been wanking over. I threw my hand out and moved the dial on the shower to cold.

“Hey Haz, thought you’d be back later” I said shivering in the cold temperature, yet my boner wasn’t going down. “Damn it” I growled

“I- well –It didn’t take too long” Harry answered, I heard the sound of clothes being rustled, trust Harry to be taking his clothes off as soon as he came through the door. The images of Harry naked certainly weren’t helping my situation.

“go down” I hissed poking my cock roughly, it just bounced lazily.

“What did he say?” I asked and Harry sighed, I looked up panicked because Harry was walking over to the door and there is no shower curtain and it was very clear, I kept my back to him.

“same old” Harry replied, he was now leaning in the doorway I could feel it.

“sure?” I asked

“Look, there’s something I need to say” Harry said “Can I come in?”

“Uhhh” I made an odd noise. “Now’s not a great time”

“why?” Harry whined. There was the sound of the toilet seat being put down and I groaned

“Seriously Harry” I frowned

“Why’s it so cold in here?” he asked, I shivered

“Harry” I warned

“Oh…” Harry giggled, “I’m still going to talk to you” He said

“I wish you wouldn’t” I hit my head against the wall

“Liam said I should talk to you about it” Harry sounded nervous and looked up, “Can’t be that bad” I replied, grabbing the shower gel, trying to keep up a normal pretence, hoping it’d go down, although it wasn’t helping that all I could think of was Harry getting in the shower with me.

“Um, well I still really like you yeah?” I almost dropped the bottle.

“Yeah?” I asked trying to sound casual and not like my insides were screaming at me,

 “Does that disgust you?” Harry asked, fear laced in his words

“Does that disgust me?” I asked looking around at him incredulously keeping my body facing forwards “why would it disgust me?”

“I- I don’t know” Harry said looking at the ground, his demeanour stated there was more too it, I frowned

“There’s more” I stated, “What is it? I don’t care of you like me, Harry” Harrys head shot up, he looked scared still

 “There is more,” He said slowly and I nodded of course there was,

“Yeah?” I prompted. It felt odd to be having this conversation while I was in the shower, especially after what I’d been doing.