Intoxicated Love

Chapter 9- Caught?

Chapter 9- Caught?

After a long bus journey from Scotland back to Louis' flat in London was tiring and Harry was still feeling weak. Louis entered the flat which was already unlocked. 'Great,' Harry thought, Eleanor was already in. 

"Hey baby," Eleanor smiled as Louis entered and was immediatly latched onto his neck. Harry could feel his blood boil inside. Eleanor leaned in to kiss Louis who pulled away and that was when Eleanor noticed Harry, and his bags. 

"Oh, hello Harry," she blushed slightly while eyeing his bags. "Louis told me what happened, I hope your OK?" 

"Better," Harry replied. He didn't like the fact Louis had to tell Eleanor about his drinking problem, he didn't trust her but Louis said it gave a better reason for him staying with them. 

"I've sorted your old room out Harry," Eleanor said taking Harry's bags. "Why don't you get settled in, you must be tired." 

"How about we watch a movie tonight, the three of us, if your feeling up for it Haz?" Louis suggested.

Harry nodded and followed Eleanor to his room where he sat for an hour. He had his headphones in most of the time as he couldn't stand Eleanors giggles from the other room. Was she being loud on purpose? He couldn't understand how Louis could be so.... coupley with her. All Harry wanted to do that evening was curl up on the sofa with Louis and watch the film but he couldn't, Eleanor would be the one snuggled with Louis under a blanket while Harry sat alone. He didn't know if he could bare it. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Harry heard muffled voices but couldn't make out who it was. Then a knock came at his door.

"Come in," Harry said half expecting to see Eleanors face and was happy when it was Louis'.

"I didn't wake you did I babe?" He asked closing the door behind him. 

"No, I just listened to some music." Harry said truthfully.

"What songs?" Louis quized as he entered further into the room, closer to the bed in which Harry was laid upon. 

Harry smirked "Wouldn't it be nice, Beach Boys." 

All of a sudden Louis moved quickly over to the bed and jumped on it. He put his arms and legs over Harry so he was looking down on him. 

"I do like that song," he mumbled as his face drew closer and closer to Harry's.

Harry relished his smell and comforting smile. In his presence Harry felt safe and happy, like nothing had ever happened. Louis ran his fingers through Harry's hair and gently stroked his face. The anticipation was too much for Harry to handle and he reached for the back of Louis' head and forced it down so their lips were crashing together. It had only been a few hours since they had last been intimate together but Harry had missed it and now he felt like taking their relationship to the next level, like they used to all those months ago, Harry finally felt ready again. As the kiss became slower and deeper, Harry wondered if Louis had thrown out the lube Harry kept at the back of the wardrobe. 

Harry decided to make his plans quite clear as he pullled Louis down on top of him and began to run is hands up Louis shirt, feeling his muscley torso and strong biceps. Harry could feel he was getting tighter in his jeans and let out a small moan as he pulled Louis' T- Shirt off.

Louis allowed him to but knew they couldn't be doing this, not now. It pained him to have to stop this wonderful feeling but he had only come in to tell Harry dinner was there and Eleanor would surely be in any moment wondering where they were. Harry began to reach for the belt of his jeans, the urge becoming to intense to conceal. Louis finally broke the long kiss.