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Harrys POV
I carefully chewed over Niall's words. He did have a point. If I made Louis think I was submitting myself then he'll ease up on me wouldn't he?
That night I watched Louis' routine and I made myself think if he was holding any sort of guard on me. It was my observation night. And of course it turned out like how I thought. Him goofing around while I sat and watched movies. There wasn't any cable at his place which is strange because it's not like it'd make a dent in his bank account. And for dinner we had microwaveable pasta seeing as Louis can't cook for shit. But after that I was off to bed. He made sure I got to bed and he closed my door.
Then he was gone.
That will be my chance. When he sends me to bed, he'll go to bed too. Then I'll be gone.
Out of here.
So today being Tuesday it's going to be the day I pretend to submit to him. I've already thought about how I'll do it, so that's planned. And then tonight when he's asleep I'll be gone.
Here's the plan that Niall and I worked out at lunch. I'm going to stop at the first restaurant I see, call a cab to come pick me up and take me to the train station; because lord knows how much cheaper it is to take a train than it is to take a cab. Then I will text Niall the address, he's already said it'll be okay for him to take the fall of knowing the plan. It's just that he'll lie to Liam and say he only knew of me leaving, not that he helped plan it. I double checked, and tripled checked he was sure about this, I know how he's already on a tight leash to Liam, and he assured me it was fine and that as long as I was gone there would be no more rule breaking from him. I had to share a laugh with him about that.
Our goodbye once we arrived at Louis' house was quite strange. It hadn't crossed either of our minds that fifth period was our last chance to express our goodbye goodbyes. Now we we were stuck with saying goodbye, as if we would see each other tomorrow.
"Thanks again Lou for the drive." Liam says as he steps down out of the car.
"Liam how many times have I told you? You don't need to thank me every damned time." Louis shouts as he too steps out.
By the time we're all filed out onto the driveway Niall has already pulled me in for a hug. His head barely reached my neck so he just leans himself on my chest.
"I'm going to miss you." He mumbles so quietly even I barely heard him.
"Me too." I whisper in his ear.
"Alright," he pulls back and goes to stand beside Liam. "See ya Harry, see ya Louis."
"Bye Niall," I say casually and then I turn around to walk up the stairs of Louis' house. I hear Louis following me and I push through the door and walk right into the kitchen.
"What do you want to do tonight Harry?" Louis says walking into the kitchen and pulling out a seat at the island to sit down and watch me as I grab a water bottle from the fridge.
I shrug my shoulders and twist the cap so I can take a drink of the cold water.
"Well, we can play FIFA or I can set up the Wii or.." He trailed off.
No I don't want to play FIFA, no I don't want to watch a movie, no I don't want him to hook up the Wii.
I ignore him and keep chugging down the water.
"Whoa Harry calm down there. Did you hear about that girl who drowned herself because she drank too fast. You don't want to kill yourself... Do you?"
And that's how quick Louis can turn from picking fun at me to thinking I'm suicidal.
"Course not Louis." I say when I finished my water bottle. I left it on the counter so I could take it down to the recycling in the garage later.
"I mean, I know you're unhappy here but-"
"That's not true. It's not that I'm unhappy, I just don't agree with this school." I interrupt him before he can continue his 'caring' little speech.
"I know Harry." he sighs, fiddling with some mail letters that were on the counter. "I'm going to go hop in the shower. Want to come?" Louis looks to me in complete seriousness as he asks the question.
I give him a glare and he mumbled a 'didn't think so' as he got up from the stool and made his way out of the kitchen.
Is now the time to do it?
What if I'm waiting in the living room or something and he'll come and find me. That'd be okay right?
Am I ready for this?
What am I saying of course I am! I've been waiting to get out of here since I started!
I'm not looking forward to facing my mum's disappointment, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before.
I grab the water bottle from the counter so I can through it in the garage on the way to the living room. I hear the faint sound of water running so I know Louis is in the shower.
As I pass the garage door I open it and throw the empty plastic bottle into the recycling bin. My hand rests on the handle for a moment, even after the door is closed.
Harry it's one time and then you're out of here. No one has to know I did something that would make me gay. What happens at this school, stays at this school.
I go into the living room and take a good look at the floor. Not where I belong. But definitely where I need to be for Louis to believe I'm submitting to him.
I pull off my tie and white shirt and hang them off the arm of the couch. Being shirtless is nothing I'm ashamed about. Anyone who knows me knows I have absolutely no insecurities about my body. I used to, but then I hit 15 and that's when the girls started throwing themselves at me. Who could be insecure of themselves when that happens?
Next go my pants. They too are tossed over the arm of the couch and then I hear the water stop. It was a mix of the water and my heart that stopped actually.
Don't chicken out now.
Slowly I drop to my knees on the ground. I picture the kids in my first period class, the way they're instructed to kneel, and I try my best to mimic it. My legs probably aren't spread too open, but I probably won't hear many complaints from Louis.
I kept my boxers on. No way will I be kneeling naked for a man, putting on some kind of show.
My fingers intertwine behind my back as I hear the bathroom door open and close.
I hear Louis calling my name as he hops down the stairs. He calls twice, closer and closer, until I hear him go to call my name again right outside the living room, but he stops mid name.
I don't hear his footsteps on the carpeted floor, but I do see his bare feet in front of me.
His two fingers go under my chin and I tense at the contact but I comply to his wishes and lift my head to look him in the eye. "What's all this?" He asks sweetly.
"My apology." I lie smoothly.
His eyes give away that he's second guessing my actions. So that's why I have to follow through and make him believe I'm changing sides until we go to sleep.
"What apology?"
I'm still looking him in the eye as I mutter out, "For everything I've done, for being disrespectful."
Everything falling out of my mouth is lies, and I can't stop it.
"Oh Harry. This isn't how you apologize for bad behaviour." He chuckles lightly, his thumb rubbing my jaw. "But since our contract can't be broken I suppose we could do something a little more... Pleasurable."
I nod my head minimally, "Yes Sir." The words taste funny coming out of my mouth and I try my hardest not to let that show. By the way the corner of Louis' lips twitched up into a smile for a sliver of a second, I knew I had him reeled in.
He seemed like he was on the verge of screaming and crying in happiness as I just said two words.
"Okay. Well ever since the contract signing I've been wanting to try something. Come downstairs, I'll show you the playroom."
He held out his hand and I placed my left hand in his. He helped me to my feet and I followed his lead down the stairs into the basement.
Ho-ly shit.
This room is a fucking sex addict's dream. The bed, the cabinets, the drawers, the mirrors, the matted floors.
"I can tell this is probably a lot to take in. If you're not comfortable we can go somewhere you are. My room? Your room? Living room?"
The desperation in his voice when he makes suggestions make me cringe from the inside.
"Living room is good." Wow is my voice that scratchy? I cough to try and clear it but it's too late, I know my dick is swelling at the sight of the dildos, and the lube, and the handcuffs; it brings back good memories.
All those times girls would show me what they used while they pictured it was me.
What I brought with me everywhere I went, because you never know when you'll need the extra push.
And those select times girls would want their sexual fantasies come to life.
No pun intended.
Louis opens a drawer from one of the many the wall has to show, and he pulls out a black cloth.
"You did check 'yes' to blindfolds." Louis raises his shoulders and then takes ahold of my wrist as he passes to go back up the stairs.
Reluctantly I follow but I can't ignore the slight swelling that happening to my dick.
Once we're back in the living room Louis sets down the blindfold and a bottle of lube on the glass table and guides me to lay down on the three-seater couch. The leather is cool against my hot skin and my legs start to tremor so I remind myself to take deep breaths and steady my heart rate.
"Wow good boy Haz." Louis seems shocked at the amount of control I have over my body. "Now Harry. We're going to go easy tonight. Close your eyes." He commands, and I comply. "You like touching yourself right Haz?"
I nod my head, fuck of course I do, what kind of question was that?
"What gets you harder? Soft, teasing touches like this," and his hands come in contact with my abdomen, which causes my eyes to flick open in surprise. "It's alright." He soothes and urges my eyes shut again.
"Soft?" He repeats, fingers tips grazing across my waistline, then moving up the centre of my belly to my chest, and back again. Wow. The way his fingers feel as my eyes are closed, my stomach sucks in at his gentleness but he keeps dancing his fingers across my front.
"Or do you like the hard, forceful touches?" And from where his fingertips left off the soft at my chest, his fingers went to pinch my nipple. My mouth fell open, out of my control almost. Without a doubt there was a sharp gasp that past my lips as well.
"What your sounds tell me, and what your dick tells me, are two totally different things." He noted.
His words get me to focus my attention on my lower self, and he's right. The constriction isn't there. The tight confinement of my dick is gone. Yes, my boxers are still on.
"You've trained yourself to like the roughness of others' touch. When in all honesty, you crave the gentleness of someone. Interesting."
I squirm on the couch as he vocally evaluates me. My eyes flutter open to reveal Louis peering down at me from where he sat on the coffee table.
"It's amazing what the body does when our eyes aren't sending signals."
I blink a few times to ponder over the truth of his words.
He reaches beside him to take the black piece of cloth in his hands. He leans forward, holding each end of the strip in his hands. I move my head backwards, pushing against the couch. I don't like the idea of being blocked out from all the sights around me.
I look to Louis with wide eyes and he only looks back with sympathy.
"Do you trust me?" He lowers the blindfold and looks at me intently.
Trust Louis? Do I trust him? I'm going to have to pretend to.
I lean forward to give Louis enough room behind my head to tit a knot. He smiles and raises the black cloth to cover my eyes and reaches behind me to tie it carefully. He is aware of my curls, and is careful not to get them tangled in with the material.
"Lay back. Relax." And his fingertips roam my body gently like before. His left hand running up and down my legs, as his right hand runs circles across my torso. I focus on my intake of oxygen, but my body had better priorities to respond to. I knew from the moment he came in contact with me that my boner would have a hard time concealing itself.
Whoa no. I didn't say that. I'm not gay.
"Alright Harry." His hands leave all contact with me. "Touch yourself."
"W-What?" I choke on my spit a little at his bluntness.
"Touch yourself Harry. Make yourself feel good. I bet you haven't had a good orgasm in at least a week. Now's your time. Do what you'd do alone."
With the blindfold on it practically felt I was alone. In my room. On one of the many nights my mum worked the night shifts.
My right hand raises tentatively over the elastic of my underwear. I'm aching to release and that's not going to happen unless I get some movement down there. Since it sure as hell won't be Louis my better option, believe it or not, is to masturbate in front of another man.
Home soon Harry.
My hand slowly slips in the front of my boxers, elastic hugging the top of my hand. My fingers curl around my throbbing dick as I rub myself grippingly. I start to imagine that this is some girl doing it for me, picturing her keeling at my feet, craving to make me feel good in hopes I'll remember her name. But I start to feel my hard on fade. In a haste to bring back my euphoria, I imagine Louis' fingers tracing patterns in my skin. I try to recollect where his fingers came and went.
I feel my arms and legs lighten as if his fingertip trails glowed, I could also feel my dick twitch in my fingers.
"Your wrist will get rug burned if don't push down your boxers." Louis spoke softly, adding his knowledgeability to the situation.
I can't look into his eyes to see if he's planning something. I can't tell if he has a camera out. Heck for all I know Liam could be standing right in this very living room. At the sudden flood of possibilities I slip my hand out my underwear and raise both of them to the blindfold. However before my hands could reach, my wrists were stopped in action by Louis' hands gripping them tightly.
"You can trust me Harry. It's just me and you." This guy claims he isn't a mind reader, what bullshit.
He holds my wrists until he feels them grow limp in his grasp and he purposefully leans them down so I can feel the bulge stuck in my underwear.
"Wouldn't it be great to get rid of that. An orgasm with weeks worth of build up. Wouldn't that be nice Harry?"
I nod my head, even though the blindfold blocks any light from entering, I still have my eyes closed.
"So why don't you fix it? Go ahead." He's luring me in, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't working.
With my hands working independently I hook my thumbs in the waistband and push down until my cock is free and my body instantly feels relief. A quiet whimper passes my lips but I hope Louis didn't notice.
Louis doesn't say another word and I try to block him out as I focus on myself. My right hand takes hold of my stiff member and I give it a few pumps just to get myself built up.
Gingerly, Louis takes my left hand and squeezes what is presumably lube onto my fingers. "Try your left hand." He mutters quietly, but ever so clearly.
With his instructions I alternate hands and it's a whole new sensation. I twist, and turn my wrist to spread the lube around evenly. Then, even after the lube was spread I continued to twist my wrist as I pumped up and down my length. It's an odd request to use a specific hand while masturbating, but if that's what Louis wants, that's what Louis wants.
My left hand proceeds to move faster and faster, adding to the pressure in the bottom of my stomach.
I feel Louis' fingers brush against my forearm, a subtle reminder of his presence, "Go slower." He requests.
On the peak of an orgasm and he wants me to slow down? Fucking fine.
My hand slows down to teasing pace, I don't loose the rough grip I have on myself though.
"Loosen up. Soft, and gentle touches."
Soft and gentle. I listen to his commands and loosen my grip until it's achingly soft.
After a moment I feel myself harden even more, I can feel my dick twitching in my own hand. All my sense are heightened as my sight is currently blocked, the touch of my hand, the feel of my dick, my heart pulsing through my ears. Everything; it's all heightened.
I start to feel my pinnacle arising, instinctively I begin to work faster and I have half a mind to switch hands to finish out the job, but Louis urges to keep the slow pace and keep my left hand.
I moan loudly and my head rolls back against the arm of the chair. My hand works tirelessly around my length. My orgasm is at it's peak and there's no level of speed that'll slow it down. So I pump my dick until I feel my thighs clench, toes curl, and my balls tighten close to my body. Then in an instant I feel the release shooting out of my tip and onto my bare torso. A hot gasp escapes my mouth as it hang open in shock of how I managed an orgasm at that pace.
I continue pumping languidly, as more and more spurts of come fall down onto my abdomen, until there was nothing left. Then I slumped back and the only noise filling the room were my pants.
"I'm going to take off your blindfold now." Louis warns before his fingers curl around the back of my head to remove the black cloth from my face. I blink open my eyes to see the lights have dimmed and Louis still sitting on the coffee table.
"Good. Really good." I mumble tiredly.
He leans forward as I don't have much energy to fight him on the simple fact he's pulling back up my underwear. Once I'm covered he stands up and outstretches his hand, "C'mon, you're not sleeping with come all over you. As hot as it is, I know it's not something you'd appreciate." He smiles knowingly.
I look up into his bright, gleaming eyes. He looks so proud, so happy of me. He looks genuinely impressed with how I did. With how I did.
I slip my hand into his and he helps me stand and walk up the stairs and into the bathroom. He doesn't let go of my hand as he leans over the tub to turn on the shower. Water pounds into the tub and rolls down the drain and Louis turns back to face me. I'm not sure if I'm slumping or something but the clear height difference from before, isn't so clear. Louis leans forward and places his lips on my forehead, perhaps lingering a moment longer than he had to before he stepped back and helped me into the shower.
"I'll close the curtain, then you can just throw your underwear to the floor out here. I'm going to grab your pyjamas then I'll be back."
"Okay." My voice sounds raspy echoing off the tiles walls.
True to his word he shifts the curtain down the rod and seals me off from the rest of the bathroom. I hear him saunter off down the hall and that's when I remove my underwear and toss them outside the curtain, a loud smack signalling it did in fact land on the tile floor.
Well that went over well. He didn't touch me. Only lightly, which clearly I didn't mind. I mean, not like that. I'm not gay. I just, appreciated his gentleness towards me. Yeah, that's it.
I stand under the pulsing water and I feel my hair stick against the back of my neck. The water trickles down my body, removing all the sweat and come from me. I grab the bottle of Louis' shampoo and squirt some in my hand, the odd remembrance of lube being squirted into my hand falls into my memory. Oh lord. I shake my head, subconsciously telling myself to forget it, then I lather the shampoo into my hair.
"I'm back." Louis announces as he comes back into the bathroom. "Don't worry I'm done looking past the curtain." I can hear his small laugh and my lips twitch into a smile.
"Um I just grabbed the top pair from your bag and a plain black shirt. I also got another pair of underwear, that alright?" I see him sit on the toilet from through the curtain.
"Yeah." I foam the shampoo bubbles around my body, cleaning my skin thoroughly. My hands wraps around my flaccid dick to clean that too and images of what I must've looked like earlier pass through my memory. Being blindfolded, stroking myself, soft when all I wanted was to go harder. I can't deny that it was one of my better self orgasms.
I stand under the water and rinse the suds from my hair and body. Then I grab the conditioner bottle and repeat the process, minus cleaning my body.
I can still see Louis sitting on the toilet, his leg bouncing up and down and it looks like he has a towel in his hands. It'll probably be for me when I'm finished.
Once the conditioner is rinsed and I feel clean I turn of the water and give my hair a few shakes. "Towel?" I request. He slides the towel in past one end of the curtain. I grab it and I thank him for which I can literally see his smile glowing from through the curtain. I flick the towel through my hair, then dry off any of the excess water droplets, before wrapping it around my waist and tucking it in securely. I throw the curtain back and step out onto the cold floor. I quickly hop over to the plush mat that sits right in front of the sink.
Louis smiles fondly. Wow, the smile that says he actually cares about what I'm doing.
"I'll uh, I'll leave you to get dressed." Louis pats my shoulder sternly and he exits the bathroom. He turns down the hall and I think he's going to his room.
I look up to see myself in the mirror, standing there, stiffly. I went into this knowing I had to find a way out. If I don't do it now I may never get a shot like it again. But I saw the way Louis looked at me. He seems so genuine, he respected my wishes when I didn't think he would. I thought he'd hop in the shower with me, to rub it in my face and say "It's nothing I haven't seen before", but he didn't. He waited patiently inside the bathroom for me to finish my shower. Even earlier he pulled up my boxers so I didn't have to face the fact Louis had just watched me jack off. Not just watched either, he showed me a whole new side of myself.
Now is not the time for second guesses. I force myself to get dressed and I shake the towel through my hair once more before I toss it in the hamper.
I saunter out of the bathroom and I catch Louis' door open. I can see him sitting on his bed with his legs hanging off the sides as he catches a bit of the football. I knock on his door lightly, only to catch his attention, "I'm going to bed." I say when he looks to me.
"Let me tuck you in." He suggests and stands up to walk with me back to my room. We pass a few doors before we reach mine and I push open the door and I feel my body sigh in relief at the sight of how comfy the bed looks.
I take a few steps then flop onto the bed when I get a chance. I roll over to toss up the blankets then I shift under them. The moment my head touches the pillow I feel myself passing out right then and there.
"Goodnight Harry." Louis says quietly and presses another kiss to my forehead.
I'm in so much of a blissful state that I don't bother arguing him on it.
"Night Louis." And he retreads back out of my room and closes my door.
Sleep for ten minutes? It's no good driving when I'm tired. May as well, I want louis to be knocked out cold when I make a run for it.
I grab my phone from underneath my pillow and set an alarm to wake me up at one in the morning. I turn the alarm to a volume that wouldn't wake Louis.
Then I let my body take over and I fall asleep.
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The quiet hum of my alarm sounds me from my nap. I'm quick to turn it off and then I lay there for a moment while I try to encourage myself out of bed.
After five minutes I succeed in getting myself out of bed. I don't bother changing out of my pyjamas, but I do throw on a pair of socks and a sweater. Then I rummage around the drawers I may have used and ensure everything I brought with me are in my bags. I've got a backpack on my pack, and a luggage bag in my hand. I don't bother with bringing my pillow, it's an extra thing for me to carry and in all reality, it's replaceable.
With one final look around the room I open the door and thank the lucky stars it doesn't squeak. I see Louis' door closed and the lights are off meaning he's asleep.
I know he keeps the car keys hanging up in the kitchen, it's an odd place for the keys to go but it's his house, he can do whatever.
I tiptoe down the stairs and turn into the kitchen, when I go to the key rack the keys aren't there. I look around the entire kitchen, counter, table, fridge, they're nowhere to be found.
In a sudden bit of panic I figure they could be on the table beside the front door. I shuffle quietly out of the kitchen and make my way to the front door, passing the living room.
"Keys are on the dash." His voice was as clear as day.
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