After a few minutes, I drop free of the hug and go to search for my bags with Harry. We walk close, occasionally bumping arms together. He puts his arms across my shoulder and I got tingles up and down my spine.
Calm down Lou. My mind presses. He doesn't feel that way about you. Don't forget the reason why this vacation was possible...
-Two Weeks Earlier-
Harry and I woke up in the same bed together, again. It's not like we did anything. We were only in our boxers and completely tangled up in one another. Harry had his arms around my waist pulling me close to his chest and our legs were wrapped up together. Feeling his warm body pressed up against mine was an indescribable feeling. This is usually normal for us, sleeping in the same bed and cuddling all night, so why did it feel so different? Harry breathed down my neck and that's when the nerves started to kick in. I slid out of the bed carefully, without waking up Harry and tip toed to the bathroom we shared across the hall.
Taking off my boxers, I turned on the hot water and stepped in.You can't feel this way about Harry, it's not right. He is straight and you guys are just best mates.I stood there feeling the comfort of the water and started washing my hair, as if massaging the soap into my scalp would make the thoughts of Harry go away.You need to do something about this Lou. You need to stop this before it continues. This could ruin the whole band's career if you don't. Think about someone other than yourself for once. I rinsed the shampoo out of my brown hair and washed the rest of my body. I stood there knowing what I had to do.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with the closest towel. Ugh, I forgot my clothes. I wrapped the towel around my hips and sneaked back into my room hoping and praying that Harry was still asleep. With no luck whatsoever, He was awake and lying across the top of the covers resting his head against the headboard. Shit.
"Morning Boo." Harry said in his husky morning voice with a smirk on his face. Damn him, for being so irresistible.
"Morning Haz." I said cooly. I started to search the room for clothes to wear. I grabbed a pair of fresh underwear, beige chinos, and a comfy gray stretchy t-shirt. I looked up to see Harry standing up and stop a few feet away, just staring at me. He walked closer with a mischevious grin on his face and I cautiously took a couple steps back to avoid becoming to close to him. I only stopped backing up when I was against the wall.
"Why so nervous Lou?" Harry asked cheekily, while still walking towards me. He was still dressed in his boxers and nothing else. He was less than a foot away, when he placed each arm on the wall by the sides of my head, making my escape impossible. He pressed his body against mine. My breath hitched and chills shot down my spine; the good kind.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" I said trying to avoid eye contact. Deep inside I didn't want him to move, but I realized that if he didn't he'd figure out that I felt something more than friendship towards him. Harry placed his hands on my naked waist and brought his lips to my ear. His lips brushed against my ear and I just stopped breathing all together. Fight this Louis, you feel nothing other towards Harry. You are best mates that is all. Harry laughs, his warm breath against my ear. and whispers.
"Need any help getting dressed?" He pulled his head back to look in my eyes. I must be redder than a tomato. His face twitches and Harry starts laughing uncontrollably. I push him off of me, hitting his chest hard with my hands.
"Thanks but I'm good." I mumbled and ran into the bathroom, so he couldn't see the hurt on my face. I know it sounds wrong, but I honestly wouldn't mind help getting dressed if he was the one helping me.This is why you have to go, you need to destroy these feelings.