Homophobic (l.s)

Chapter 24

(Sexual content warning)

"I don't want to stop," Harry mumbles against Louis' lips

Louis' brain isn't thinking right, it's in complete and utter overdrive. The alcohol has completely taken over, and his hands can't stop touching every inch of Harry. The taste of the alcohol on Harry's tongue is more sweet than bitter. It's addicting.

The warmth completely envelops Louis, even though he feels as though the temperature couldn't get any higher, the warmth is comforting. This is the type of warmth that Louis never wants to escape. It's a tropical holiday without not even having to leave home.

Louis gently bites down on Harry's lips, inciting Harry to let out a low moan. The sound alone causes Louis to press further into him, gripping at his shirt and running his tongue against Harry's lower lip. Their foreheads are pressed against another, and both hearts are at an all time high.

"You drive me crazy," Louis exhales, touching Harry's face, forcing him to look into his eyes

Harry's pupils are blown out of proportion, covering the entirety of the green that Louis loves oh so dearly. Louis can't help but drink in every aspect of Harry in this moment. His hair is tousled & crazy, and it makes Louis' knees weak knowing he did that. His lips are a dark pink and swollen, and blush has creeped up his neck and all over his face. It's a peachy glow that makes Louis want to combust.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Harry blinks, chest rising and falling rapidly

"Like what?"

"I don't know, like I might disappear,"

"Well you might. I don't want this moment to disappear and I want to take it all in. Every moment,"

Harry supresses a smile, but Louis notices the dimple that appears, and that causes all the air in his chest to leave.

"I want to keep going," Harry reaches forward, gripping onto the bottom of Louis' shirt, tugging him back towards his body.

Louis swallows thickly, and weakly steps forward.

"Me too, god me too. But remember where we are," Louis looks over his shoulder and back at Harry.

Harry's face falters for a moment, and Louis swears he can see the blood draining from his face. He knows the panic and terror is starting to sink in, and it's up to him to keep the situation calm. Before he can think of a logical thing to do, he presses his lips against Harry's one more time.

He isn't sure if it is a desperate bid to calm Harry down, or just a desperate kiss because he never wants to fucking stop. He wants this moment on repeat for the rest of his life. Louis knows if he doesn't stop this right now, they'll both probably do something they'll regret.

But is it regret? Because fuck...Louis wants it, and it's obvious Harry does too. While Louis' mind starts to go into the gutter, he doesn't even realise that he's started to unbutton Harry's shirt.

He feels hands firmly pressing on his chest, as if to bring him back to earth. He steps back, and blinks.

"Lou,"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I just- you make me like this,"

"We're at a student party right now. Can we just leave? Go somewhere away from here. I want to,"

Louis genuinely contemplates it for a moment, until the reality starts dawning on him. They're both in a house filled with students, and a few other teacher chaperones. The hallway is filled with teenagers, and they've both been in a locked room for some time. Louis feels the heat leaving his body very quickly and is replaced by utter dread. He watches as the panic starts to settle back onto Harry's face.