Sharing Louis Tomlinson (Larry AU) COMPLETED

Okay, It Seems Like That Might've Been Planned. *

"I can't put tents up," Zayn whines. "I just can't. Fuck this."

He throws a tent pole at the floor, the metal clanging loudly.

"Just sit down," Liam calls over. "I'll do it."

Zayn still frowns, but he folds up to sit where he stands. I laugh at his little strop, Louis doing the same from where he is.

Louis isn't allowed to build any of the tents, he gets far too impatient. He tore through the tents protective screen, snapped a bar in half and threw it around last time they were here, so he has been banned.

I briefly look up to perv on Louis for a second, but I don't quite expect him to already be looking at me when I look up.

Nor am I expecting Louis to be looking at me quite like that either. Hungry and making me react, blushing and trying to carry on building the tent.

What the hell is going on? I thought Louis would try to openly ignore it, not make a point of showing that he both remembers it and that he enjoyed it too.

"Lou," Niall calls, making me flinch. "Are you hard?"

Okay. I nearly die as well, because he's was staring at me and he has an erection.

What about Eleanor?

"Yep."

Louis isn't embarrassed either. Why would he be with a monster like that in his jeans?

"What are you thinking about?" Niall sounds a bit grossed out.

"Sex."

I'm sure I'm not the only one who whips my head around to look at Louis.

Louis groans, clearly not meaning to blurt the first word that came to his head.

"Ignore that, I was thinking about... how good tents are at protecting against the elements. Yeah... that."

Zayn cackles loudly over the other guys laughing over his bad cover up.

"Careful, you'll poke someone's eye out with that tent." He offers.

Louis obviously enjoys that remark, smirking to himself before once again, his blue eyes land on me.

And I literally can't handle it.

I already feel so bad as it is, and apparently I've turned Louis into the devil or something because he's never like this with me.

I would love it, but Eleanor. Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor, I keep repeating in my head.

But it's not working, my heart racing because Louis is just burning a hole into the back of my head, and before I know it, I've dropping metal bars shakily, needing to leave.

"Need a wee." I rush, quickly pacing away before anyone responds.

Yeah. That went pretty well.

I feel quite proud of myself when I get alone in the toilets and into a cubicle, sighing in relief.

"You know, it's funny. You're usually quite loud and annoying, so I didn't expect you to be this quiet."