Louis Pov
I rolled over to see a mop of curls. Harry was sound asleep, snoring lightly with his lips slightly parted. He looked so beautiful.
He had his arms around me and our faces were just inches apart. I studied his face while he slept. He would occasionally scrunch up his nose or twitch. It was cute.
His eyes fluttered open. They were a light clear green almost blue. It was like looking into the sea. He smiled at me. "Morning." his voice was cloaked with sleep. His morning voice was so sexy.
Oh shit! I just realized he caught me staring at him. I felt my face heat up. "Good morning." I tried to return his smile but mine probably didn't look stunning like Harry's.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked him. "Hmmm." He hummed deeply sending shivers through my body. Wow, that's attractive. I need to get him to think more often.
"I have an idea, but we would need to get rid of the guys first." He grinned at me. What? What does he mean by that? Why would he have to get rid of them? I have an idea on what it means but Harry wouldn't do that. He's straight.
I blushed even harder. "W-what?" I croaked. He laughed. "It's a surprise, Lou." His voice sounded dark and mischievous. I got increasingly nervous. "H-how would we get them out of the h-house?" My voice came out shaky and small.
Harry rolled over on to his back, staring at the ceiling. "Hmm." He hummed again sending another wave of shivers through my body.
I watched as his bare chest rose and fell and admired the tattoos sprawled across his body. Each one told a story. Some of them he wouldn't tell me the story behind. I studied them trying to figure out what they meant.
"Got it!" He jumped out of bed suddenly, startling me. He stood proudly, hands on his hips, chest puffed out, in his under ware. I giggled at him. He ran out of the room. "Haz, clothes!" He stopped and looked back at me giving me a 'are you serious' look and took off again.
"Zayn! Zayn! Zayn! Z! Zayn! Zaynie! Zen!" He yelled running downstairs "What the hell do you want?!" Zayn yelled back. "Zayn." Harry said quietly. Zayn looked at him in disbelief.
"I have a rash." Harry pouted. "and..." Zayn rolled his eyes. "And it hurts!" He whined. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Can you go get me something for it?" He batted his eye lashes. "How? Were in the middle of nowhere." I wasn't sure what Harry was doing but I wasn't going to interrupt his plan.
"Find a plant with orange flowers and pick the leafs." He explained as if it were obvious. Zayn gave him a exasperated look. "Can't you go do it?"
"No!" Harry shouted. "I told you it hurts!" Zayn huffed. "It can't be that bad, show me." Harry turned around and grabbed the hem off his under wear. "No! No! No! I'll go get it!" He covered his eyes. Harry winked at me, giving me that Cheshire cat grin of his before turned back to Zayn.
"Orange flowers, okay. Are you sure they're around here?" Zayn asked while grabbing his jacket. "Positive." Harry nodded.
"Going somewhere?" Liam asked walking in the room. "Yeah, Harry has a rash. I'm going to get him something for it." Liam gave him a skeptical look. "A rash?" Liam turned to Harry raising a brow. Harry turned around and bent over. "Okay! Go it!" Liam shielded his eyes as Zayn did. "I'll go with you."
I gave Harry a questioning look. "Wait for it." He mouthed to me. "Ya goin' somewhere?" An Irish voice rang through the air. "Harry has a rash on his ass, were going to get something for it." Zayn answered quickly before Harry could show Niall his 'rash'.
"Oh well can I go? Tiered of being stuck in this damn cabin." "Sure." Zayn nodded. Niall's face lit up and he skipped to the door following them outside.
Harry turned to me with a huge smile on his face. I applauded him. "Good job." He bowed. "Well then what are we doing?" I asked regretting it. What are we doing? If were doing what it sounded like, I'm not ready for that.
He ran to the coffee table in the middle of the room and began pushing it. I watched as he rolled the rug back revealing a metal door.
"No way." I shook my head. "Yes way." He squatted down punching in the code. A beep followed and Harry jumped off the door pulling open latch. He rubbed his hands together. "Let's do this."
We climbed down a stair case. The room was entirely metal we were in a small hallway. We turned the corner into a small room. It had a couch and a small table and chairs. There were a few cabinets stalked with water and food. A telephone hung on the wall and there were a system of screens on the wall.
"I bet these are cameras." I walked towards them pressing a button labeled 'on'. The screens flickered on showing every room in the house. "I hadn't even realized there were cameras around the house. In the bedrooms and bathrooms too, that's creepy." Harry said walking toward the screens.
"Care to watch some Ziam sex scenes?" Harry asked laughing. I gaged at the thought. "I'm good." Fear spread through me again as I remembered what Harry said to me earlier. Now were all alone. In privacy. "We have a while until they get back."
He walked toward the screen that showed outside the cabin. "And we'll no when they're coming." He smiled and turned to me. "What do you want to do?" He walked closer, wiggling his eyebrows.
What is he doing? We used to flirt like this before but I don't know if I could handle it now. He pushed up against me biting his lip and chuckled. We've done this a hundred times before but now it means so much more.
He stepped closer and closer pushing me onto the couch. He wrapped his legs around me, straddling me. "I missed my Boo Bear." His hot breath tickled my lips. Our faces were just centimeters apart.
I swallowed hard. He got closer to me. Is he going to kiss me? My whole body heated up. My heart pounded in my chest. I just remembered Harry isn't wearing clothes.
I felt two soft lips press against my forehead. His lips lingered on my skin. I felt the place where his lips were become hotter. My lips brushed against his neck softly. Did he just shiver? I felt him pull away.
He looked deep into my eyes. I felt a shock travel through me. My stomach began to knot. His stare was intense and I got lost in the pools of clear green.
He was so close to me. My lungs began to hurt. I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing. It's crazy how Harry could have this effect on me.
What if I kissed him? Would he hate me? Would it be worth it? What if he kissed me back? It's tempting at moments like this I feel like he feels the same way but I know he doesn't. We always do this, were just messing around. Now is no different.
He leaned in more there was only a paper thin gap between our lips. Now is when we kiss. Fuck, I can't do this. It will ruin our friendship. I looked around nervously seeing the screen. The boys are walking towards the house!
I shoved Harry off me. He looked hurt. Probably because I pushed him. "The boys." I pointed at the screen. His eyes went wide. "Fuck!" We took off to the stairs, climbing up quickly.
Harry shut the door to the panic room and I grabbed the rug trying to roll it over the door. We picked up the coffee table, quickly putting it back in its place. I heard the door knob turn. Harry and I jumped to the couch practically flying through the air.
Just then the door opened. We sat on the couch breathless. I can't believe we pulled that off. "You little shit! There weren't orange flowers any where!" Zayn's angry voice filled the quiet air. He walked in and glared at us. "We know you were up to something." Liam spoke up.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said simply. Liam eyed us as if looking for the answer on our faces. He obviously wasn't buying it.
"I know you don't have a rash, just tell us what your up to." Zayn said calmer. "We aren't up to anything and if you don't believe I have a rash I'll gladly show it to you." Harry stood up and began to pull his under ware down again. "Okay! Okay! I believe you!" Zayn threw his hands up covering Harry.
The boys all left and It was just me and Harry again. "Well I'm going to take a shower." I got up and left.
Harry's Pov
I can't believe I almost kissed him. I shook my head. I was so close to messing things up again. I would have done it too if the boys hadn't come home. I was happy and mad at the same time. I want to kiss Louis but I know I shouldn't.
Now that's he's gone I feel lonely. I need to talk to Zayn. I want to know what's going on between him and Liam and hopefully he'll talk some sense into me. I walked towards his room and slowed down as I got closer to the bathroom.
Louis was singing. I smiled, there's not a more beautiful sound in the world. I love how you can hear him push his words out, how he puts his hand on his stomach when he sings. His voice fits him its youthful and bright. If that's a way to describe it.
I sound like a fan girl but when I see Louis up on stage I feel like I belong in the crowd of screaming girls. I want to hang posters of him in my room and admire them. I know that sounds weird but I would do all of those things.
Louis was singing 'Valerie'. I sat down out side of the bathroom listening to the words flow out of his mouth over the sound of the water falling.
I want to go in there. There has to be a reason. Maybe I have to brush my teeth or use the bathroom. I ran my tongue over my teeth. Maybe I should brush them.
I opened the bathroom door and Louis stopped singing. "It's just me." He stayed quiet. I probably creped him out earlier. "W-what did you need?" He finally asked. "Oh, I was going to brush my teeth."
"It couldn't wait?" He was right that's a stupid excuse. "I have to pee too." I'm sure I could pee if I tried to. I stood at the toilet. Come on pee. You can do it. Yes I'm talking to my pee, so what?
I flushed the toilet. "Ouch!" Louis yelled. "Harry you flushed the toilet!" I must have made the water hot. "Sorry." I mumbled. He jumped out of the shower. Oh god he's naked. Don't look Harry. I tried to focus on brushing my teeth.
Louis turned around and stood by the shower waiting for the water to cool. I let my eyes roam down to his bum. I don't care I'm going to take advantage of this opportunity. Louis has the best ass, that's been verified on many occasions.
"Like the view?" Fuck, he caught me staring. Play it off cool, Harry. I spit out the toothpaste. "Sure do." I said in the best seductive voice I could manage.
Louis got back in the shower. I rinsed out my mouth and left. I would say that was successful. I managed to use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and I got to see Louis naked.
Short chapter but at least this one had Larry right? Okay so I'm past my writers block and now I have the next few chapters ready. I hope you like the story so far! I wont be updating every day because I'm starting another story. It's called Marcel's Secret. Check it out if you want to its like Marcel/Dark Harry. Anyways I would be so happy if you vote, comment or checked out my other story :D
Courtney xx