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(Liam and Louis accidentally kiss on stage. Concert is over. Scene starts as Louis walks quickly behind Harry through the hotel room. Louis finally gets Harry to stop when they reach the kitchen.)
“Harry I don’t know what else to say but that I’m sorry and that the kiss was an accident. It did not mean a thing to me.”
“Fine. Whatever, Lou. I’m going to sleep.” Harry huffs and walks off to the bedroom. Louis remains in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. It a text message from Liam.
From: Liam
How’s he taking it?
To: Liam
Not well. He’s barely talking and he just left to go to bed. I’m trying to tell him that it was accident and meant nothing to me, but he won’t listen.
The two chat for a little while longer until Liam stops answering.
Probably fell asleep, Louis thought.
So Louis then walked to the bedroom he shared with Harry. When he looked at Harry he took notice of how tightly Harry was holding onto the blanket. Almost like if he were to loosen his grip, the blanket would fly away.
Louis slides under the covers next to Harry. He is almost surprised when Harry releases the blanket and instead wraps his arms around Louis’ waist, still asleep. Louis brings his hand up to Harry’s face and gently brushes his thumbs over Harry’s lips.
“These are the only lips I’d ever want to kiss.” Louis whispers and places a soft kiss on younger one’s lips. “I love you, Hazza.”
~•~
Louis wakes up the next morning cold. He blindly reaches around for Harry but is left with nothing but sheets and a pillow. On this pillow, however, was a note. It read:
Went out for a bit. Be back later
x Harry
Slightly confused, Louis placed the note back on the pillow and checked his phone for the time. While checking the time, a message notification from Liam popped up.
From Liam:
Hey, can we talk?
To Liam:
Sure. My room in about ten minutes?
From Liam:
Okay
Louis wondered what Liam wanted to talk to him about while he changed from last nights clothes into something more comfortable.
~•~
Precisely nine minutes and forty-seven seconds later there is a knock on Louis and Harry’s shared hotel-room door. Louis had just opened the door when Liam walks in and starts pacing around the small living room-type area of the hotel room.
“Liam, what’s wrong?” Louis asks, concerned.
“I can’t stop thinking about it! I have tried everything. I tried watching TV, playing video games, messing around on my phone, I couldn’t even sleep I kept thinking about it! I don’t know what to do.” Liam exclaimed and sat on the small couch with his head in his hands. Louis carefully sat down next to him.
“Well, what do you want to do about it?”
“Kiss me again.” Liam looks up from his hands and into Louis’ eyes.
“Wha-” Liam cuts Louis off.
“I know it sounds crazy but I was thinking. For me to get a song out of my head I listen to it, so my theory is that if we kiss again, I will forget about that too.” Liam explains. Louis looks down and his lap while he twiddles his thumbs.
“I don’t know, Liam.” Louis says slowly. As he looks up from his hands, Liam grabs Louis’ face and kisses him. Louis’ eyes widen but he strangely, yet immediately, presses his lips back against Liam’s. His eyes close when he feels Liam starting to move his lips.
What was suppose to be just a small, quick peck, turned out to be a full make-out session as their mouths continued moving with each other’s and Louis unconsciously pushed his tongue into Liam’s mouth. The two got so lost in the moment they didn’t break apart until a phone buzzed.
Louis moved away from Liam rather quickly. Louis then brought his legs up and hugged them close to his body while resting his head on his knees. He was almost shaking with the thoughts of what he had just done. His veins were flowing with a feeling that made him want to throw up.
Guilt.
~•~
A hand was placed on Louis’ shoulder causing him to look up. He was surprised to see Harry next to him. It made him wonder how long he was sitting there for and when Liam left. Seeing Harry made his eyes water. He felt so guilty! He cheated on his boyfriend!
“I know what happened. Liam told me and I’m not mad.” Harry said.
“I’m sorry.” Louis whispered, not trusting his voice to go any higher and drops his head back to his knees. Harry sighs and moves closer to Louis.
“Louis, please look at me.” Harry says softly. When Louis doesn’t move Harry continues to speak. “When he told me what happened, I asked him how my ass tasted. He bolted to his room and is probably washing his mouth out as we speak.” Harry chuckles.
He was expecting a big reaction from his boyfriend but Louis just looked up and smiled slightly. Only slightly. But, hey, Harry will take what he can get. At least Louis looked up.
“Harry, I feel really bad right now. I mean, I cheated on you. Again! I really don’t deserve you. You’re just too damn perfect Harry Styles, I swear.” Louis huffs as he moves his legs down from his chest.
Harry just looked at him, almost like he was memorising Louis facial features, though we all know he has every inch of Louis committed to memory. Louis looked back, trying to figure out why Harry was looking at him like that. Harry smiled and kissed Louis’ nose.
“I love you, Louis. And stop talking about yourself like that. If anything I don’t deserve you. The guilt that you’re feeling shows me that you regret your actions and that’s all I need to know. So I’m forgiving you. We never have to bring this up ever again. It’s a thing of the past. Now, it’s like half five, why don’t you eat something then we can go cuddle, yeah?”
Louis was surprised that it was so late, meaning he must have been sitting there for a long time. That probably explains why his bum is numb and why his stomach just made the sound of a dying whale.
(Every thing starting now is completely unrelated to the idea of the story. You can either stop reading now or continue. I decided that everything below was too cute, in my opinion, to delete so it’s almost like a two-for-one-one-shot.)
The pair walk out of the living room and into the small kitchen. Louis opened the medium-sized refrigerator and saw that there was only yogurt inside of it.
That’ll do, Louis thought.
He takes it out from the refrigerator, picks up spoon that seems to have magically appeared on the counter, and starts eating. Harry stared at Louis fondly, practically with heart-eyes. He started laughing when Louis finished the yogurt because it was all around his mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Louis asked.
“There’s yogurt all over your face. Come here.” Harry said. Louis walked up to him, thinking that Harry was going to wipe the yogurt off of his face, when, in reality, Harry licked Louis’ face. Louis didn’t bother pulling away; it wasn’t the first time Harry has done this.
“Having fun?” Louis questioned sarcastically. Harry pulled away and nodded his head. He lifted his right hand up and places it on Louis’ face and leans in for long and loving kiss. Louis grabbed the hand Harry had resting on his face and pulled away from the kiss. Harry is confused at first as to why the elder pulled away but smiled when Louis pulled him to their bedroom.
Once Harry closed the door, Louis pushed him up against it and connected their lips again. With a wonderful idea popping into his head, Harry walked Louis and himself to the bed. Together, they laid down with Harry on top and Louis under him, their lips never separating. Harry trails his hands down Louis’ torso and slip them under his shirt.
Right now Louis is thinking that Harry is about to remove his shirt. But, once again, he was wrong. Harry began tickling Louis causing Louis to burst out laughing while trying to push Harry’s hands away. Louis mustered up all of his strength and was able to flip their position so that he was now on top and pinned Harry’s hands above his head.
“So much strength in such a small body.” Harry commented, a big smile on his face. Louis rolled his eyes.
“First of all, I am 5’9″. And yeah I’ve been working out a bit.” Louis retorted as he released Harry’s wrists and dropped onto his side next to Harry. Harry turns his body to face Louis and reaches his hand out to run his fingers through Louis’ hair once.
Louis softly kissed Harry’s lips then slowly made his way down to Harry’s neck, stopping at his collarbone, also known as his weak spot, and sucked on it leaving a small, yet very obvious, dark red mark that was probably going to stay there for the next few days. The action cause a small string of whimpers from Harry which were, of course, music to Louis’ ears. Louis decided against littering Harry’s beautiful skin with love bites, and, instead, he just kisses up the front of Harry’s neck, kissing over his Adam’s apple, and ending with a gentle kiss on the scar just under his chin.
Louis pulled away and it came to his attention how it suddenly got dark in the bedroom. But there was one this that really caught Louis’ attention: Harry’s eyes. They were shining. Even in the dark Harry’s eyes seemed to glow.
As cheesy as it may sound, Louis felt like he was falling in love with Harry all over again. And, although he would never admit to anyone besides Harry, he sometimes wishes that Harry and himself were never famous. That they could go out in public and not have to stand 10 feet away from each, sit far from each other, and not communicate as much as they use to. On the other hand, they can’t be sure that they would have actually met each other if it wasn’t for them meeting in the X-Factor bathroom. Although Harry’s believes that they would have met because he knows they were meant for each other.
Louis just wants to escape from it all, and if where his right now, tangled up with Harry in a hotel room, was it for now, that would be an offer he wouldn’t hesitate to snatch.
“Stop thinking so hard. You’re going to get all wrinkly.” Harry snapped Louis out of his thoughts.
“Sorry I was just… thinking. But I’m guessing you know that already.” Louis uttered stupidly causing Harry to smile.
“What were you thinking about?” Harry asked as he snuggled into Louis, pushing his face into the crook of Louis’ neck.
“It was nothing.” Louis said, but Harry didn’t believe it. Harry slapped Louis’ chest.
“You could not have been in that deep of thought for it to be nothing. Now, tell me. What were you thinking about?” Harry pushed. Louis sighed and ran his fingers through Harry’s long, long hair. Harry leaned into Louis’ touch and they both know that if Harry was a cat, he would be purring uncontrollably.
“I was thinking about us.” Louis said. He gently kissed the top of Harry’s head. “Only good things, I promise.” Louis added, almost as an afterthought but not completely an afterthought. He added it because he knew Harry started thinking of every negative possibility as to why he was thinking about them. Harry then let out a small yawn.
“Tired Hazza?” Louis asked. Harry nodded. Louis moved the duvet over their intertwined bodies.
“Goodnight Loubear. I love you.” Harry mumbled with a lazy kiss to Louis’ neck.
“I love you, too Hazzabear.” Louis replied, although Harry was already asleep.
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HELLO SEXY HUMANS. Okay so I know the whole Lilo kiss was forever ago and not really a big deal any more but I started writing this when it happened and never really found the time to finish it. It’s also a problem that I procrastinate WAY too much for it too be normal. Sometimes I really feel like I have ADHD or something like it but my mom refuses to have me tested. ANYWAYS…
FOOKING MADE IN THE AM OMG IM DEAD. MY FAVS ARE TEMPORARY FIX, NEVER ENOUGH, LOVE YOU GOODBYE, I WANT TO WRITE YOU A SONG, HISTORY, WOLVES, A.M, WHAT A FEELING, AND WALKING IN THE WIND.
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS??
GIVE ME IDEAS FOR MORE ONE SHOTS.
VOTE
COMMENT
FOLLOW
~Hallie
P.S.- sorry for my long and possibly confusing sentences but in English class we’re reading the book Red Badge of Courage by Stephan Crane (I think I spelt it right idk) I highly recommend it to anyone who feels like dying of boredom. But Crane writes with these long, long, long, long, long sentences. So I guess it’s kinda like a bad case of “monkey reads, monkey writes”…. Oh well.
BYEEE
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