The alarm went off and I was never happier to hear it.
I hadn't slept a wink that night and it wasn't hard to imagine why. Louis' breath hadn't left my neck all night, but that wasn't what kept me from falling asleep. The presence of his completely naked body adhering to mine covered only by boxers had caused me quite a few problems, several times I had been on the verge of getting up and leaving, because the tension was too much, moreover Louis had the habit of moving in his sleep. Unfortunately for me, however, he did not roll away from me, but rather, if possible, he had moved even closer to me. The only thing that kept me from fleeing was my pride. Leaving would have meant letting him win and I would have preferred to spend another thousand sleepless nights rather than do it.
I reached out and turned off my cell phone alarm. Of course the alarm clock was mine, but in the end it woke Louis too. I think that if I hadn't put it on, he wouldn't have bothered, since the lessons for him were only optional. Another reason to hate him, if I had a lot of absences, the principal threatened to call my parents, as if I was 13, while he could miss all the hours he wanted without anyone telling him anything, just because he was Louis Tomlinson.
I hated him, I hated him!
And right now I hated him even more, because he didn't move away from me to get up and I didn't know how to ask him without showing my embarrassment. I waited a few more minutes, then decided that if I wanted to eat something it was better to speak to him to make him move his ass and make him move, or rather, make his cock move by me.
"Emmm... Louis" unfortunately my voice didn't come out as strong as I wanted.
"What the fuck do you want Styles?" he answered me evidently annoyed and without even the slightest hint of wanting to move. I was tempted to answer 'yours' but I would never have admitted it even to myself, perhaps even frightened by the idea that he might have satisfied me.
"I want you to piss off since I'd like to get up," I replied with an annoyed tone.
"More than anything I should get away from your ass, but I don't know if I'll do it, I'm pretty good with it" I blushed and thanked God that I was turning my back on him and therefore he couldn't see me.
"Tomlinson is not the time to joke, it will seem strange, but I have an obligation to attend those fucking classes" I grabbed his arm and finally pulled it off my chest. To my surprise he didn't resist much, but only then did I realise that his hands hadn't left me, they had just moved to grab my hips, which immobilised me.
I didn't understand his intentions until he started giving light thrusts against the fabric of my boxers. My head couldn't really get what he was doing. Rubbing was added to his thrusts and my body automatically complied with him. So I too began to go against his thrusts while his hands on my hips guided the movements. I felt his erection harden more and more, but only when I started to get excited too I realised what we were really doing. We were simulating a fucking sex act in clothes, if my boxers could be called clothes. But then what was I a stupid twelve year old who gets turned on by a couple of rubs? I was really hitting rock bottom.
I didn't know what to be more pissed about than myself simulating the bottom or the fact that I was enjoying it. If he thought it would go like this in reality too, he was very wrong and it was better to let him understand it right away. It was for this that with a sudden jerk I grabbed his wrists still positioned on my hips, I made him roll onto his back and straddled him. As our erections collided, a moan escaped both of us. I began to move on top of him, dominating him completely.
I could read in his eyes the battle between the pleasure I was giving him and the nervousness of not being in control of the situation. When we were both close enough to the edge I leaned towards him. I don't know what he thought I was going to do, he probably thought I was going to kiss him because I saw him close his eyes and tilt his head slightly, but as inviting as that invitation was, I just reached into his ear and whispered, "I know what are you doing and you don't even have to think about it".
After that I got up from him and from the bed leaving both unsatisfied. I made my way to the bathroom where in the shower I was able to finish what I had started with Louis. He probably did the same because when I went out I found him much less out of breath and, luckily for me, already dressed. The thought that he and I had jerked off at the same time gave me a shiver that I promptly ignored. He glared at me and I did the same to him.
"Stop pretending Styles" he told me and even though I didn't understand well what he was referring to, I felt guilty.
"I'm not pretending at all" I retorted, continuing to glare at him and trying not to start rolling my eyes at him. He just ignored me and walked towards the door. Just before he left, however, he looked at me once more. "Anyway it was my point curly" he left and I waited a few minutes before following him, cursing him because I no longer had time for breakfast and I should have gone to class, among other things one of the ones I shared with Nick, on an empty stomach. I mentally added it to my list of things I hated about Louis. That list was getting really long and I couldn't understand why I still had to work hard not to put on an idiotic smile every time I saw him even in the distance.
My brain was very clear that I hated him, only that it apparently couldn't send the message to the rest of my body which seemed to act of its own accord every time I found him in front of me.
As I walked down the hall I decided it was best to hurry if I didn't want to be late for class, but I heard a voice call my name and when I turned around, I saw a little blonde head running towards me. I instantly forgot which class I was supposed to go to and smiled at my best friend. In all that time I had missed his voice.
"Hey Niall, how are you? Are you okay?" I asked him continuing to smile at him. "Hey Haz, yeah it's fine. How come you didn't come for breakfast?" I twisted my mouth at that question.
"Sorry, I didn't want to worry you, it's that... I didn't hear the alarm" I must not have been very convincing, because he looked at me with a strange expression. "Tomlinson?" he simply asked. I sighed and lowered my head. "Yeah" I managed to admit.
"What did he do this time?"
I didn't want to deal with it right now, when the memories were still fresh, so I promised him I'd tell him over lunch and it was nothing to worry about anyway. I don't know if he believed me, because I didn't give him time to answer, I simply greeted him with a pat on the back and almost ran towards the classroom.
Needless to say, it was useless. When I opened the door, the lesson had already begun and the professor greeted me with a "Glad you have decided to join us, Mr. Styles! Do you deign to visit us from time to time? Can you sit next to Mr. Grimshaw who has kept your place" without making the professor notice me I rolled my eyes. Of course, who else could have kept my place but him?
Reluctantly, I sat down in the chair beside him, heavily dropping my bag of books, obviously irritated by the situation. On top of that Nick immediately started asking me questions.
"Hi Harry? How are you? How come you're so late? I thought you weren't coming!" Once again I rolled my eyes already regretting not deciding to stay in the room or not going to the cafeteria for breakfast.
"For your information Grimshaw, Louis held me back" I would usually have said Tomlinson, but I enjoyed using his first name in Nick's presence because I knew how much it irritated him that I called him by his last name and what he saw as his rival by first name.
"But I thought you weren't speaking," his face was evidently confused and I had to keep from bursting out laughing in his face.
"Oh, but in fact I never said we spoke" I replied with a wink. I knew I shouldn't have done it, that he would make me pay for it, but I was still whipped and so I took it out on him.
His expression was priceless, evidently he didn't expect that sentence from me. I had always denied to him that there was anything between me and Louis, despite the fact that the latter kept repeating it to me. Now I sort of understood why he was doing it, it was extremely funny plus I got him to keep quiet and in his place for the rest of the class.
**
Despite the boredom, the first four hours of lessons passed quickly enough and so came the time for lunch. I spotted Niall at one of the two-person tables with his head bowed and assumed he was waiting for me. I walked towards him and when I greeted him smiling and he raised his head I knew instantly that something was wrong. The expression on my face went from serene to concerned and I immediately threw myself into the chair across from his.
"Ni what happened?" He tried to stretch a smile but didn't have much success.
"Nothing much Harry, just that... Well Nick is one who keeps his word" he said sadly.
"And why didn't you tell me this morning?" I asked him immediately, heartbroken. I couldn't believe that Nick actually told the whole school what Niall had done.
"Because this morning I didn't know either. At breakfast everyone treated me in a normal way" I immediately felt guilty.
"Oh shit Niall, I think it's my fault! I was a little nervous this morning and may have provoked Nick. Shit I'm a complete idiot!" I put my elbows on the table and put my head in my hands. What had I thought? I knew that what I had done would have repercussions, but I didn't think they were immediate and above all I thought they would be on me, not on Niall.
"Don't blame yourself, we know that asshole would have done it anyway. And really, it wasn't that bad. You see the group with all the tattoos and piercings in places I didn't know you could get piercings? Well, we had never spoken to each other, but today they patted me on the back. Ok, they hurt me a bit, but I think it means that now they like me" he pretended to be cheerful but I simply shook my head.
"Who the fuck cares if you have the respect of those guys now! You wouldn't talk to them anyway and I'm pretty sure they could crush you with only the force of their pinkies" another look at those guys was enough to confirm my hypothesis "How did it go with the rest of the school instead?"
"Yeah emmm... Let's just say it's been a while since they had to talk, well actually since Tomlinson and I was good news. Then let's just say people didn't expect that. Luckily Zayn was there which kept them a bit calm, but despite all I could hear them perfectly. Liam also proposed that I skip lessons for today, but I think that showing myself weak would make the situation worse" I nodded, showing that I agreed with him on that decision.
"Then anyway I have you, Josh, Zayn and Liam. And some of my classmates believed my story too, so in the end it's not so much unbearable as a thing. In my old school I had lost all my company of friends the moment Camille had left me and so I found myself dealing with it alone. Now I think I can do it" he didn't seem entirely convinced so I tried to comfort him and give him strength. I even managed to make him laugh and that made me happy, because a wonderful person like him didn't deserve all that.
"How about you? This morning you seemed a little down" that question took me by surprise. I had focused so much on him that I
had completely forgotten about Louis.
"Well... I just can't stand Tomlinson anymore," I snapped.
"What happened?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Nothing is we're just fighting and I'm really realising how cocky and insufferable and selfish and obnoxious he is and has shitty temper!" I began to list, even marking the various points with my fingers.
"Oh my god" Niall exclaimed interrupting my list.
"What?" I asked a little impatiently. To my surprise he laughed. "Oh my god you miss him so much don't you?" I blushed instantly at those words.
"Don't talk shit Niall, I hate him! I don't even know why before I wanted so much to be his friend!" Niall kept laughing harder and harder. His cheeks turned very red and he had to hold his stomach with his hands. "What's so funny?" I asked, pouting a bit.
"It's just that you're not believable at all Haz! You should see yourself, every time you say a word it's like you're denying it at the same time and your eyes seem to be screaming 'I'm sorry Lou, you know I don't really mean it!' It's hilarious," I bit my bottom lip wondering if this was really what transpired from my body and if Louis was able to see it too.
"That's not true at all! I really hate him! I wish I'd never spoken to him!" I said despite not being so convinced of my words anymore.
"Then why did you do it? At first I mean, I don't think it was him pushing you to strike up a conversation with him," I scratched my head.
"No, not actually. I don't know what to tell you Niall, it must have been a combination of pity and coolness" Niall gave me THAT look that made me uncomfortable and made me blush.
"What's up?" I snapped when I saw that he had no intention of opening his mouth.
"Nothing it's that..." he started "is that I'm not quite used to hearing you talk about him like this yet. You're just so in love. You really should see Harry, every time you talk about him your eyes light up, even if you're saying you hate him" this time it was me who was speechless. I felt my eyes start to water so I shook my head and cleared my throat.
"Yeah, well, I'm trying to get over it. Now I better go to lesson that I've already caught myself late this morning, I wouldn't want to take another one"
"Alright Harry, maybe I'll see you later" Ok Niall, I smiled and told him not to listen to those idiots that were in our school and I headed to the physics lab. Surprisingly, Nick didn't try to strike up a conversation, but I still told him he was a bastard.
**
After the lesson I went back to my room to leave the bag with the books and there I found Louis lying on our bed. I glared at him and he did the same to me and decided I'd give up the softness of the bed in favour of the sofa. Evidently he wasn't happy with my choice because he gave me a murderous look.
I came to the conclusion that enough time had already passed since this morning and that it was time to provoke him a little more. I didn't like the fact that last time he took me by surprise, I had to hold the reins of this game. So I did a simple thing that had already taken effect the previous days. Undress and walk around the room naked. I actually felt a little uncomfortable doing it, but seeing him unsuccessfully trying not to look at me was fulfilling and erased all my shyness.
So I stood up and placed myself in front of the bed so that even if I wanted to, I couldn't have not caught his attention. I first took off my shirt and then my pants and finally my boxers. I should have known something was wrong by the fact that he hadn't looked away from me like he usually did, but rather, had kept his eyes locked on mine.
But I really understood it only when he got out of bed and stood in front of me. Slowly I watched him do the same thing I had done and I couldn't help but swallow hard. A few moments later we were facing each other completely naked and honestly, we didn't have the slightest idea what to do. The idea came to me when I saw the glass bottle located just behind Louis. I smiled, aware that I had regained control of the situation. I overtook him by "accidentally" touching his ass and reached for the bottle.
"So Loulou what about? Did you have a nice day?" while I was asking him this, not really interested in the answer, I closed the neck of the bottle in a fist. Slowly I started moving my fist up and down trying to simulate the gesture of a handjob and it seemed to work as Louis kept squinting from me and my hand. For a moment he seemed to panic, but then a grin formed on his lips and it scared me.
"Pretty well Styles, even if the cafeteria food disgusted me. You know I got a little hungry" He bent over to reach the fridge, especially leaving me a view of his round and firm B-side. Bastard of a Tomlinson.
After a moment that seemed infinite to me he finally returned to an upright position holding some of the strawberries I had picked up at the supermarket a few days earlier. He took one in his hand and holding it high brought it to his mouth, but did not bite it. Now he began to trace its outline with his tongue, and then put it in mouth and started sucking it.
I bit my lower lip and quickened the movements on the bottle making them more explicit, while he continued to suck on the damned strawberry. It looked like a contest to see who couldn't get a boner first and it looked like we were both losing. Fed up with my tactics, I abandoned the bottle and walked over to him.
"Why don't you give me a strawberry too Loulou?" I asked him with a sly smile. Contrary to what I expected, he played my game and, grinning, took the strawberry out of his mouth and brought it close to mine. I just had time to part my lips when we heard the door open, Lou and I quickly turned in terror towards the entrance where we saw Niall and Josh gaping at us, the strawberry in Lou's hands still suspended in mid-air.
"O-Ok, no apparently you solved it yourself and we're not needed" after saying this Josh glanced at Niall and they immediately left the room slamming the door. Louis and I looked at each other in panic.
"Shit," he said. As if it were a code word, we unlocked ourselves and we started retrieving our clothes scattered around the room and searched to get dressed as quickly as possible.
"Hey you put on my boxers!" I yelled as I wore the shirt badly and looked at Lou.
"What the fuck do you care wear mine!" he replied throwing them in my face. I decided not to protest and put them on quickly. When we were more or less dressed we both catapulted towards the door.
We could still see the two boys down the hall.
"Josh!" he yelled, as "Niall!" I called.
Josh had his arm around Niall's shoulders and remembering his shocked expression earlier I was really afraid we had traumatised him. However they stopped and waited for us to catch up with them a little out of breath. They looked at us bewildered, then looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Louis snapped as his cheeks coloured red.
"No it's just... AHAHAHAHAH" Niall tried to say as he almost rolled on the ground laughing "You should see you! AHAHAHAHAH"
Louis and I kept looking at each other bewildered, not understanding why the situation should have looked funny. Josh noticing our confusion and managing to keep from laughing just a bit tried to explain.
"Harry you've got your shirt on backwards and Louis you've got a black vans on and a white converse" we both snapped to check our clothes only to realise that Josh was right.
"Not counting your hair," he continued, "you look like you just got off a rough night of sex, which well, maybe is not too far from reality"
Both Louis and I raised our left arms at the same time and we brought our hands to the hair trying to fix it with the exact same movements.
"Has anyone ever told you you're creepy?" Niall asked pointing a finger at us to point it out. We instantly stopped simultaneously causing a small laugh to rise in Josh's throat.
"Okay, no, it's not like you think," I started.
"Don't worry, Haz, it's not a problem. We came to try to get you to solve it, but apparently you've already done it yourself and it's for the best!" Niall smiled at me.
"Sex always solves everything," confirmed another smiling Josh.
"We weren't having sex!" Louis yelled at him.
"Yeah well, you were about to do it anyway so it's all the same!" Josh answered waving a hand as a sign that it didn't make much difference.
"No, those were just provocations!" I replied, turning to Louis to get his support.
"Yeah," Louis asserted, "we have some kind of sexual tension, but that's about it. I hate him anyway."
"Pfff" I huffed "Never as much as I hate you dear Loulou"
"C'mon stop it, you're in love with me!" he yelled this time towards me.
"At least I admit it!" I let it slip and realised I shouldn't have to do so because his eyes widened in amazement. Niall and Josh had followed the exchange in silence and were now just staring at us while I bitterly regretted what I had slipped.
Louis, however, quickly composed himself. "That's enough, I'm going back to my room," he said, turning on his heel.
"No, I'M going back to my room!" I replied, turning around too.
"Niall, I think we have to postpone the session for another time," I heard Josh mutter.
"I think so too and I also think it will be a very intensive session" Niall answered.
Then their voices were no longer audible and the only sound my mind was able to make was the slamming of the door as Louis and I entered 258 practically simultaneously.
As soon as we entered he locked himself in the bathroom while I threw myself on the bed. As soon as I lay down, I didn't have time to relax before my phone rang. I grabbed it lazily and was able to read the name "Mom" on the screen. It was strange that she called me, in fact she rarely did after I confessed to being gay. I didn't really feel like talking to her right now, but I decided to answer her anyway so as not to hurt her feelings and to distract myself a bit I dragged my finger across the screen before uttering the usual "Hello?"
"Hey honey! I called to talk about the Easter holidays! It's almost a week away now and Gemma and I can't wait to meet your boyfriend!"
Easter holidays. Family. Louis. Boyfriend.
Shit.