Louis teases harry many times, and Harry has had enough.
Word Count: 1550
UNEDITED
Part 1:
Monday:
"Louis"
silence
"LOUIS"
You could hear a pin drop. So harry decided he better investigate. His friend had to be home, but what the hell was he doing?
All you could hear was the little pattern of Harry's bare feet again the tiles, and a quiet murmur of "Who the hell walks around in boxers in January?"
The thought was soon lost when Harry had reached his friends door.
"Louis?" He quietly knocked three times, and waited.
"Louis?" He said a little louder this time, eyebrows furrowing.
After a few more times saying "Louis" Harry was done.
He opened the door (more like kicked it open) and what he saw made him want to crawl into a ball and die.
Louis.
The same Louis he hugged, cuddled, laughed at, cooled for, etc.
The boy Harry should call his, Was on his knees.
The worst part? His fingers are where no ones should ever go. The worst part? He seems to be enjoying it. The worst part? He speeds up when he sees Harry. The worst part? Harry doesn't look away.
—
Tuesday was better, but not a good experience for either of them.
Tuesday:
"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?"
Black combat boots, fish net thigh highs, black shorts that somehow made his ass look bigger than it already is, a loose crop top that said "Fuck me" in black, AND a black leather jacket.
But not just any leather jacket. Harry's leather jacket.
"The coffee shop...I'm going the bar dumb ass."
Harry couldn't see his face, but he knew a smirk was definitely on his lips.
"People are gonna stare Lou" Harry bit his bottom lip to stop himself from adding on, 'Your mine. Only I can stare at you.'
But fuck, with Louis looking like that how the hell is he supposed to act serious? Harry could pin him against the wall and fuck him if he really wants to.
"People already are staring Harry"
Harry is basically on his knees in submission by now. He would do anything to get Louis right now.
Harry won't deny that's he's liked Louis for a long time. But now, it was different. Harry likes to look inside someone before he looks directly at them. And there is no denying Louis is beautiful, but now Harry's feeling something different.
"If your gonna purposely stick your ass out, don't do it in front of me."
'No.' Harry wanted to say, 'Stay there. Better yet, come here.' But he refrained somehow.
"There's no denying you want it."
Harry visibly swallowed, and loosened his collar. fuck.
Louis slowly walked towards the couch Harry was sitting on, and sat the farthest away he could from Harry
"Your a little tease ya know that? Fucking minx"
Louis laughed, high pitched but a beautiful sound.
"Well yea Haz... What's that saying? Good things come to those who wait or whatever it is. Well Harry-"
He slowly moved to straddle Harry, grinding down the tiniest bit. Just enough for Harry to groan.
"Be patient and I bet it'll pay off."
The tension between there lips was to much, so Louis resorted to kissing Harry's neck. Harry's hand immediately went to Louis' waist, groping his legs, ass, and rubbing soft circles into his hips.
"Fuck patience, I could come right now if I really wanted to. So why wait? We obviously want each other right?"
Louis lifted his head, and stopped both his and harry's movements.
"I won't say I want you, but I've got a date tonight with Zayn. And I know he's giving me what I want tonight."
Harry never liked Zayn. His hair was always perfect, teeth white even though he smoked constantly, and a plastered on smile. Who wants a perfect person? It would get boring.
"You know I could do better. In more ways then one."
Louis didn't miss a beat. "Maybe, but he's impressive...he'd be pretty hard to beat Haz."
"Oh really? Is that why I caught you fucking yourself last night? Answer me this Lou: If a painter paints your walls beautifully, would you repaint them behind them behind his back? No. If someone gives you great sex, would you fuck yourself again? No. I can tell your lying, the asshole can't even fuck you right."
Harry didn't realize how upset Louis was until he saw the scowl look on his face.
"If a sex addict has a boyfriend who does it once a night, would the addict want more? Yes. If a drug dealer only has 50 grams for a room of people, will the drug addicts want more? Yes. I see through your logic, and it's none of business who I fuck or who fucks me. Not my fault I can actually get someone. You just sit there staring at me, begging me to let you fuck me. You said you know I want it. If your so sure why don't you just fucking show me you mean business and fuck me!!! It's not like i've got fucking cooties do I? If you want me so bad, i'm right fucking here. I suggest you take me before someone else gets the chance."
With that he slammed the door, angry but also relieved.
—
Wednesday:
Harry was stressed. He has 4 exams in next 2 days, a job interview at some place called 17black (which he doesn't even know what he'll be doing if he gets the job) A fundraiser he's hosting for Children with Cancer, and he has a nephew to babysit.
But of course, Louis the 'lying little fucking tease' tomlinson doesn't care about any of Harrys problems it seems.
"Fuck *bang* my *bang* life" *bang*
That would be the sound of Harrys head violently hitting the table.
"How the fucking hell am I supposed to do thisssss it's a fundraiser not a goddamn college frat party."
Louis-who Harry noticed will not stop popping his gum- just nods his head or hums in acknowledgement to what Harrys saying.
After a few minutes of "fuck my life" *bang* Harry looked up at Louis, and what he was wearing caught his eye.
Almost nothing. A gray tank top, and red...
oh god.
Those aren't boxers.
those are not boxers.
Those are panties.
Fuck
"LOUIS!!!! Your clOTHes"
To make it worse, Louis started swinging his legs back and forth, giggling at his phone.
"Just felt hot haz...Don't you?" A giggle louis just couldn't hold in had slipped out, revealing his master plan.
Harry raised an eyebrow challenging, "Now I do. tease."
Louis finally looked up at him, "Not my fault i'm hot... maybe if you weren't in the room I could cool off."
Harry laughed.
Laughed some more.
Gosh was that funny.
"Flirting in such a horrible way? And with such confidence. It's a shame they don't make you a stripper, you surely got the ass for it."
Harry couldn't help it, he's been storing one liners in his head since he was a baby.
"Nice one pervert. At least i've got the guts to say what I think about someone."
"Oh that's where your wrong Lou. I've always said you where a beautiful babe, I just never took action. Ask me if I want to kiss you, i'll say yes. But I won't if you don't say you want to."
"Thanks, now can you help me get a good angle for a picture? Zayn wants me to send one to him but judging by the one he sent me, he's a little hormonal...just like a stylish harry person I know..."
Thursday:
Harry's gonna tell Louis.
No, Harry's gonna try to get what he wants.
Louis is at the store, getting shaving cream because he wants to "Take a picture for Zayn, but I can't have Hairy legs."
—
"HARRY IM HOMEEEEE" Louis yelled, coming into the kitchen with 2 bags.
One with shaving cream and a guys number on the receipt, and the other bag was a mystery.
"Close your eyes Haz."
Harry obeyed, and turned around to face Louis behind the counter (Not before almost falling over though)
"Open?"
Harry opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw Louis in nothing but blue panties.
fuck.
"Why?-"
"I wanted to see what you thought...about them...I guess...I mean- I Just needed a opinion before I show Zayn ya know?...And like-"
'Here's your chance' Harry though, then walked toward Louis well he continued to talk.
"And I just- Harry what are you doing?"
Louis was cornered, basically naked and staring at Harry with confusion and lust in his eyes.
He knew what he was doing.
"Be patient, show me you mean business and fuck me, which one is it lou?"
Harry's been done fucking around and wasting time, he wants Louis. Louis wants him. There's no harm in getting what you want.
"Uhm- I-" Harry slowly snaked his arm around Louis' waist, the other playing with his hair.
"Which one is it? Do you want me to sit and wait for you? Show you what I want? Or did you want to tease me until I could take it? Which one Lou."
"Ha-haz I don't know what your-"
"We both know that's bullshit. You didn't know you affect me? Sitting there hard in my jeans with sweat pouring down my face wasn't enough? Did you need more reassurance? Did you like watching me fall apart at the view you gave me?"
"I-I knew Haz. Liked it."
"That's what I thought..."
Harry took his hands away, and stepped back from Louis, looking at his beautiful figure.
The tease spoke up, his voice hoarse.
"Fuck me Haz. Please."
Harry grabbed Louis by the underarms, picking him up like a baby and pecking his cheek.
"All I needed to hear Babe"
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End of part 1 😶
"Don't be so horny, have a blowie."