Scared (L.S)

eleven

This chapter is dedicated to 

 for being the best

love you

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It was around 5:30 one evening when Harry got a text.

Louis: i'm coming over

Louis: be there in less than 10

Harry had been alone since that day at lunch, when he and Louis had driven down the road from the school and made out in the older boy's car for the hour. Sure Louis had been sweet, kissing him goodbye and promising to text him later, after footie practice, but Harry couldn't help but miss his boyfriend all the time.

So when he received the text from Louis he got excited. He had been sitting at his desk, working on some chemistry homework, however, with the news of Louis' impending arrival he closed his textbook and stood up from his desk, deciding to change out of his uniform before Louis came.

Harry walked to his closet and picked out a pair of grey sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt. Although his normal attire consisted mainly of shorts and t-shirts, October had brought cold weather to England and Harry's mum didn't want to pay for heating so early in the season. So Harry had to abandon his favourite gym shorts in favour of sweat pants and long sleeves. However, Harry wasn't too worried about being cold when Louis was over.

As Harry walked down the stairs, running a hand through his lengthening hair in the hopes of taming it even slightly, he heard a knock on the door. Louis had an aversion to doorbells. Harry bounded down the final steps and rushed to the front door, pulling it open to reveal his boyfriend. Louis was standing on the doorstep, car keys in hand as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. He was still dressed in his soccer uniform, shorts and high socks visible, although his green hoodie was covering his jersey.

"Hi," Louis said softly.

Harry smiled and reached for his boyfriend's hand, pulling him into the house. Louis grinned and stepped in, closing the door behind him to keep out the howling evening wind.

Louis toed off his cleats before reaching for Harry, wrapping him in a hug. Harry squeezed the boy tightly before pulling away, cringing, "Lou," He whined, "You smell like sweat."

Louis chuckled and started towards the stairs, walking to Harry's bedroom as if he lived there.

"Your mum home?"

Harry shook his head, "Do you wanna shower?"

"You know it's your fault I smell, H," Louis argued, sitting on the edge of Harry's bed. Harry sat down beside him, resting his hand on the older boy's thigh.

"And why is that?"

"You're just so... so alluring, I rushed out of practice so I could be with you," Louis said, grinning at Harry.

The younger boy fell back on the bed in a fit of laughter, "Go shower."

"Fine," Louis whined before leaving the room. Louis had showered at Harry's before so he already knew where he could find a spare towel, and how to turn on the water.

Harry moved as he waited for Louis, grabbing his laptop and leaning against the headrest, cross-legged. Harry had watched half an hour of his show when Louis came waltzing back into the room, dressed in only a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. A deep blush immediately covered Harry's face as the older boy made his way towards him.

"Louis," Harry squeaked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, H, 've got my boxers on," Louis said with a chuckle, letting the towel fall onto the floor, exposing his plaid boxers. With the towel gone, Harry couldn't help but ogle at the older boy's toned legs, clearly fit from the sheer amount of football he plays. Louis noticed his boyfriend's intense gaze on his lower half and moved towards the bed slowly. Harry pushed his laptop off his lap, resting it on the duvet beside him before swallowing deeply and sitting up straighter. Louis reached the bed and crawled up to where Harry was sitting, leaning in so they were mere centimetres apart. "Hi."

"Hi," Harry replied breathlessly before slowly leaning in to press his lips to the older boy. Louis immediately responded, surging forward so Harry was pressed back against the headboard and Louis was straddling his legs. The older boy brought his hands up to rest on the outside of Harry's upper thighs, squeezing them tightly to get enough of a reaction out of the younger boy to slip his tongue into his mouth.

Their tongues danced together as Harry's hands made their way up Louis' back, coming to a rest just below his hairline, where Harry could easily tug at the short hairs. They continued this way for a while, Louis' hands slipping under Harry's shirt and rubbing at the smooth skin of his back and stomach. That was until Louis ground his hips down into Harry's drawing a deep moan from the back of the younger boy's throat.

Just as Louis went to repeat his action, though, they heard the sound of the front door opening. Louis immediately pulled away from his boyfriend's lips to see a panicked look on the curly-haired boy's face, one that likely matched his own.

"Harry?!" They both heard the sound of his mother's voice, followed immediately by the sound of footsteps moving up the stairs.

"Fuck!" Louis swore, jumping away from the young boy and grabbing his towel off the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Louis wrapped the towel around his waist and hastily sat at his boyfriend's desk, glancing at the boy only to see he was half-hard. Louis was too but he had the towel around his waist, hiding it, whereas Harry's grey sweatpants left it on full display for anyone, namely his mother, who walked into the room before Louis had time to warn his boyfriend.

"Hi Louis," Anne greeted Louis with a smile, however, Louis couldn't help but notice the slight furrow of her brow (that reminded him of Harry's) as she glanced him up and down, clearly confused by him being in just a towel.

"I came right from footie practice so I kind of smelled, figured I should take a shower," Louis explained to her, hoping to keep the focus on himself in the hopes that Anne wouldn't notice her son's situation.

"Alright, will you be staying for dinner?"

"Umm, actually I was gonna see if Harry wanted to go out to grab something to eat with me?" Louis suggested, turning away from Anne's gaze to see his boyfriend nodding.

"Okay, you guys should probably head out soon then, before it gets too late."

"Okay mum," Harry said, bringing his mother's focus on him. Anne smiled at Harry and Harry smiled back, however, no one in the room missed it as Anne's eyes widened as they swept over the waist of her son, "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Oh, oh oh." And with that, she left the room.

Louis was torn between laughing and panicking. On one hand, Harry's mother's reaction was absolutely hilarious, but on the other, Louis wasn't ready to be out. He didn't want anyone to know that he might be gay or whatever.

So Louis settled for a stifled laugh, confusing Harry.

"Why are you laughing?" Harry asked, standing up and making his way to where Louis was sitting on his desk chair. Harry sat on Louis' lap, on top of the towel, straddling the older boy as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You're so cute," Louis hummed, resting his hands on his boyfriend's lower back. "She saw your boner."

"Oh my god," Harry immediately gasped. The younger boy moved his head to rest in the crook of Louis' neck, almost as if he was trying to tunnel as far away as possible.

Louis laughed again, however, as Harry shifted, embarrassed, in his lap, he couldn't help but gulp at the feeling of friction between their crotches. He let out a low groan and slid his hands down to Harry's bum for a moment before he lightly pushed the boy away from him.

"We better go. Before your mum comes in again."

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this chapter is loosely based off what used to happen in my last relationship.

we almost got caught quite a bit.

to my ex, fuck you

thanks for reading

love you all

xx

[Next update on Friday, Jan 24, 2020]