When Louis woke up that Friday morning he wasn't sure whether what had happened was real or not. However, a thing he was absolutely sure of was that his cotton pyjamas were sticky and uncomfortable.

He gasped when he pulled them down in the bathroom and saw that he had in fact jizzed his pyjama bottoms. He felt like he could cry out of anger and frustration.

And the fact that he'd dreamt of Harry kissing him didn't have anything to do with it, did it? He was freaking out and he had to be downstairs for breakfast in fifteen minutes.

Now is not the time for a gay freak-out

Who said anything about being gay?

Oh my God I'm going to hell

And it's all Harry's fault

Louis made a promise to himself not to talk to Harry Styles every again; that would start as soon as he delivered the jacket to him. And to be honest it was kind of unfair that the jacket smelled so good.

He stuffed it into his backpack, before he fixed his hair and tie in the mirror one last time, then emerged downstairs in the kitchen.

He was so unfocused on what was going around, that he didn't notice his mother asking him the same question twice.

"Sorry, what?"

"You and Eleanor turn five years together next Friday. Are you planning anything special for her?"

"Uh...I don't know. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well last year you went to Paris for the weekend, so maybe you could take her to Rome this time? Or to Berlin perhaps?"

Frankly, Louis didn't want to go anywhere with Eleanor this year. He just wanted to stay at home and maybe invite some friends over, like they did for their third anniversary.

"I'm thinking about a party maybe? With like, friends from school."

"A party?"

Louis shrugged and nodded, wondering if they'd let him invite Zayn and Niall. Harry was absolutely uninvited, banned and blocked from his house. God knows what he'd break or steal if he ever set foot in his house.

"I got a surprise for you Louis." His dad said when he was almost finished with breakfast.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I've checked in with your principal and he told me that you've been doing extremely well in school, so I decided to give you your birthday present early."

Louis' eyes widened.

"What? You mean-"

"Yes, you can take the Lamborghini tomorrow afternoon for a spin. Your mother and I will be at the twins' recital and we thought you'd prefer to try out your Aventador. I've pulled some strings at with the manager at the driving school and he said you could take the test today after school."

"Yes! Oh my God! Thank you daddy!" Louis said and jumped out of his seat to go and hug his dad.

"Don't thank just me, thank your mother too. It was her idea."

Louis pressed a kiss to her cheek and she smiled, saying that he was welcome. He couldn't wait to tell Liam and everyone else at his school for that matter.

Liam was extremely excited when he heard about it, and told him that he was also expecting a Bugatti Veyron for Christmas.

And Louis lived on a high for the rest of the day, until he'd realized that he had to give Harry the jacket back. He looked at his Rolex watch, before he realized he had time to walk over to him (he could see him talking to Niall right at the entrance of his school) and hand him the jacket. The driving teacher would come for his exam in about ten minutes, so he started to make his way over there.

They noticed him as soon as he entered the school premises (they didn't even have gates for God's sake), and Louis felt a bit uncomfortable because everyone on the school ground was staring at him.

He adjusted his fringe as he approached Harry and Niall.

"Hey Tommo!" Niall greeted excitedly and Louis greeted him, before taking his backpack off and pulling the jacket out. He handed it to Harry, who had his arms crossed (that made his biceps bulge out and Louis was screaming internally-but he wasn't gay, of course) and was looking down at Louis with a curious look on his face.

"Here." Louis said and slammed the jacket against Harry's chest; who grabbed a hold of it.

"You're welcome." He replied.

"Excuse you?"

"You're excused babe, but I told you that you could keep it longer because it looks better on you. Or didn't you hear because you were too caught up in the fact that you kissed me?"

Louis gasped and looked around to see if anybody had heard, but luckily no one had, except of Niall, who was cackling.

When he saw the look Louis was giving him, he shook his head. "Don't worry mate, I already knew."

"Wha-you told him?" he asked Harry disbelievingly.

"Of course I did."

"Who else knows?"

"Zayn."

"Oh my God!"

"Relax Louis, you're the only one who's making a big deal out of this." Harry told him, and Louis spotted the car from the driving school pulling up.

"I don't have time for this. Oh, and Niall? You and Zayn are invited over to my house next Friday."

"What for?"

"Eleanor and mine's fifth anniversary."

"Should I dress fancy?" Niall asked and Louis shook his head.

"Bring alcohol though."

Okay, what?

Niall laughed and assured him that he would.

"I'm not invited?" Harry pouted with a fake hurt expression on his face.

"No way in hell." Louis snarled before he turned around and walked away quickly.

He had to focus on the driving test he was about to give, and he was planning on acing it (which he actually did).

Harry went over at Zayn's house after school because his parents were out until later that evening and Niall had brought a bottle of Vodka (and Barbara, of course).

They took out Zayn's hookah, it had been long since they'd smoked out of it and they didn't have money for weed this week. Well, Barbara had offered to pay for it but Niall told her that he would never let his girl pay for anything, which, was kind of cheesy in Harry's opinion but oh well.

"So how are things going with loverboy?" Harry asked Zayn as Niall was setting up the hookah. They went with Vodka flavor this time, instead of cherry.

"We've been texting and I'm planning on making a move on him next Friday at Louis' party."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I wasn't invited."

"You know you can still go though, right?"

"I think I will anyway, it will be funny to see the anger on his face."

Barbara shook her head. "He's a nice guy."

Harry snorted.

"If you get to know him."

"Nice and rich don't mix babe." Harry told her.

"That's rubbish, look at me." Barbara replied.

"Pardon me, modest and rich don't mix."

She laughed and flipped him off, before she untied her tie and took of her blazer to get more comfortable.

"You still kissed him though." Niall reminded him as he turned the charcoal over on top of the charcoal screen expertly.

"Wait what? You kissed Louis?" Barbara exclaimed, shocked.

Harry shrugged.

"Wow! That is...how did he react?"

"By kissing me back and getting a hard on."

"This is gold!"

"He's a fucking twink." Zayn said. "I wouldn't mind fucking him though."

"You mind your own twink, Louis is mine." Harry warned him.

"The guy can't even stand you."

"Yeah but he's too sexually frustrated, especially now that he learned how good it feels to make out with me."

"If his parents find out, you're dead you know that right? Like, literally dead." Barbara warned him and Harry shrugged.

It's not like I have anything to lose anyway, so...

Harry and Zayn shared one of the hoses, while Niall and Barbara shared the other one. They did a contest to see who could do the most smoke rings in a row, and Zayn won, of course.

Niall ended up pressing kisses up Barbara's neck thirty minutes later, when the charcoal was starting to burn out, and as a result she got up from the couch and pulled him up the stairs.

"NOT IN MY ROOM!" Zayn warned and Niall laughed loudly, before a door was shut.

"They fuck more often than we do." Harry told him and Zayn shook his head.

Harry placed a hand on Zayn's thigh, but surprisingly, the raven-haired boy removed it.

"Not now Harry."

"Are you serious? I'm horny."

"Then jack yourself off, I don't mind."

"I do!" Harry pouted and Zayn rolled his eyes as he took a sip from the bottle of Vodka.

Harry leaned closer to him and breathed heavily against his neck, before he whispered:

"Would it help if you called me Liam?"

Zayn gulped and muttered 'fuck it', before he was pressing Harry against the armrest of the couch, attacking his neck.

Harry smirked against his lips, because he knew Zayn would never turn him down no matter what. Unless he actually started dating Liam that is, then Harry would back off and focus on that muscular guy in his English class. Or maybe Louis.

Louis would be good. Louis with that fucking ass of his, that ass that Harry wanted to just bite into and eat him out until the younger boy was crying and begging like the little spoiled brat that he was.

"Wow you got hard pretty fast." Zayn laughed against his thigh after he shuffled down between Harry's legs to suck him off. "Thinking about a blue eyed twink?"

Harry bucked his hips up when Zayn suddenly took all of him in his mouth, sucking and licking.

"Shut up, my name is Liam right now."

And if Zayn bit Harry's cock intentionally, well, then it was just Harry's fault.

The Lamborghini Aventador Louis got from his father was red and convertible, and it was all Louis had ever wanted since last year. He couldn't wait to drive to school in it (his dad also bought him a parking space) and show it off.

He took an Instagram picture of himself in front of the car, before he sent a photo of the interior to Liam, who sent him the thumbs up emoji back. He then printed out the picture and framed it, placing it on the top of the comforter with his other pictures.

Louis already wanted to take it out for a spin, but it was getting dark and his mother had called him to dinner. He was too excited to even eat, because...let's be real. It was a fucking Lambo.

He spent the rest of the night on his MacBook, ordering new Ray Ban Aviators to go with the car. He couldn't decide so he got all three of them, thinking he could alternate.

Louis slept better that night than ever before, and woke up with a bright smile on his face the next morning, feeling the excitement pool in the pit of his stomach.

If that wasn't happiness, he didn't know what was. The fact that money didn't buy happiness was in all honesty just a lie poor people told themselves to feel better.

So the moment his family was out the door and getting into the family car, which was a black Chevrolet Express, he was dressing up.

He pulled on the white jeans, a plain white Armani t-shirt and the white converse. He didn't care it was raining torrentially; what he wanted, he got.

The car roared to life as soon as he turned the key in the ignition and it was officially Louis' new favorite sound.

He drove around town, with no actual direction, listening to his favorite band and singing along with his horrible voice. He stopped at a Starbucks drive-thru and got himself a Java Chip Frap with extra sugar, but drank it while pulled over on a random sidewalk because God forbid he would accidentally spill something on the leather seats.

After he finished his drink he asked a random lady on the street to throw it out, before he sped past her, accidentally wetting her from head to toe.

As he was driving past his school and turning left to finally go home because the rain was getting heavier and it was cloudy, he passed by Harry's house without even knowing.

He involuntarily spotted Harry sitting on the steps right under the doorframe, elbows resting against his knees as he smoked a cigarette, even though he was completely drenched.

Did he ever do anything besides smoking?

Harry looked up before Louis even stopped in front of his house, thanks to the roaring engine of his car. He must've recognized Louis because he rolled his eyes and stood up to come over.

Louis rolled the window down and Harry leaned his right arm against the car, bending down to see inside.

"Nice car." He said, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Thanks...but can you like-please step back? I don't want the smoke to get in the leather."

"Of course you don't."

He let the cigarette fall to the ground and pushed his wet hair back.

"Why are you out in the rain? Are you a pluviophile?"

"I have no idea what it means but I'm going to go with no."

"It means you like rain."

"I got locked out because my mother left for work a few minutes ago and I didn't catch her. Got my keys inside so I'm locked out until like, nine."

Louis looked at his watch. It was barely six.

"What does your mother do?"

"She's not a stripper, if that's what you're thinking. She works at a non-stop bakery."

"At Flour Box?"

"I don't fucking know the name."

Louis rolled his eyes.

"So what are you going to do until she comes back?"

Harry shrugged. "I'd go to Zayn's but his parents took him out to dinner and Niall was at Barbara's because her parents are never home on Friday nights. So I'll just...wait here. Unless you can take me in for five hours."

"Ha, nice try. I can drop you off at a homeless shelter or something. Or keep you in the dog's house. But you'll have to sit on the roof of this car because you're not getting in it while you're that wet."

"Are you really that heartless?" Harry mocked and Louis sighed exasperatedly, before unlocking the door and rolling up the window.

Harry shot him a self-satisfied smirk, then opened the door and got in, hitting his head in the process. That made Louis genuinely laugh.

"Never heard you laugh before." Harry said as he buckled up and looked around the car.

"I have a good laugh, shut up."

"I never said that you didn't. How come your dad got you this car? It costs more than my house."

"My Rolex watch costs more than your house."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"And my dad got it for me for my birthday, but he gave it to me earlier because I'm doing well in school."

"You got a drivers license?"

"Yeah."

"At seventeen?"

"My dad knows people."

"Of course he does."

"Did you get your drivers license?" Louis asked Harry as he started driving.

"I did when I was eighteen-don't look so surprised. Oh, and in case you didn't know, I can also read and write."

"I just LOVE your sarcasm." Louis said sarcastically and Harry ran a hand along the dashboard.

"Don't touch anything."

"Come on mate, it's the only time I'll ever be in a fucking Lamborghini, let me enjoy myself."

"Keep your hands to yourself. Don't touch anything. Same goes for my house." Louis told him, and the next thing Harry knew, they were already in front of Louis' huge double-gate, with had a big fancy golden T in the middle of it.

Louis pressed a button on his keys, and the gate opened, allowing him to drive up and park his car.

"Is this fucking real." Harry breathed as he took in the whole mansion.

"It is." Louis answered, sort of proud for living in such a house that had left Harry Styles speechless for once in his life.

London and Sammy greeted them at the door, and to Louis' surprise London actually started circling Harry's legs.

"Is that a cat or a baby jaguar?" Harry asked.

"It's an Ashera cat you idiot. Don't touch her."

But Harry kneeled down anyways to pet her head. Sammy pushed his nose against Harry's knee and Harry rubbed the back of his ears.

"Okay well you can stop touching my animals now."

"Can I get a tour of the house? Or the palace whatever."

"Yeah no."

But then Harry started wandering away and Louis asked him to at least take his shoes off. Harry toed them off at the door and Louis groaned, having to pick them up himself because the maids were gone at this time on Saturday.

"This living room is bigger than my house." Harry said and ran a hand along the white couch as he walked.

"Is that the back garden?"

"Yeah."

"Big pool."

"Everything is big in this house."

Harry's eyes fell down to Louis' crotch for a split of a second.

"Probably. Your ass is living proof."

"Please stop pointing out my big fat bum." Louis said and crossed his arms.

"I never said it was fat, there is a difference between big and fat. I like it, that's all."

Louis blushed and turned his face away. After Harry had gone through the kitchen, living room, game room, the office and coatroom, they finally walked upstairs.

"Don't you have an elevator?"

"No."

"That explains your thighs then." Harry said cheekily and smacked Louis over the ass, which had the younger boy yelp. Who did Harry think he was? Coming into his house, insulting him and then slapping him over the bum?

"This is the first floor...uh, my two sisters Lottie and Felicite share it, and I'm on the second floor." Louis explained, not bothering to actually got and point out each door for him.

"So you're on top?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm in-between. There's a higher floor that my parents share with my youngest siblings and the gym." Louis answered, obviously not getting the sexual innuendo. Harry smiled to himself and shook his head because Louis had so much to learn, it was kind of a turn on.

"And you're alone on this floor?"

"No, Phoebe and Daisy each have rooms too. And there's a sauna and a library here."

"A sauna? Are you for real?"

Louis nodded and Harry asked to go to the bathroom, so Louis took his into his room. He was reluctant at first, because his room was extremely tidy and neat and white, and Harry was wet.

"This is like a fucking hotel room." Harry said as he took in the neatest room he'd ever seen by far. Everything was perfectly organized and smelled good, like lavender-like Louis.

He looked over Louis' photos as Louis set his wallet and keys on the bedside table.

"Is that you and your girlfriend?" Harry asked, pointing out a framed photo.

Louis walked over there and slapped his hand away because he was touching it.

"Yes it is."

"How old were you? You look like an even younger twink."

"Stop calling a 'twink'! Whatever that means."

"How do you even know it's bad if you don't know what it means?"

"If it comes from you, it must be something either bad or dirty. Probably both."

"I am offended by that." Harry said and turned away from the photos.

"I have to go to the bathroom...can I take a shower?"

"No way...fine. But don't leave a mess. And don't use a towel."

"How the fuck am I supposed to dry off?"

"Go out on the balcony and shake like a dog or I don't know-you can use one of the smaller towels to dry yourself off. Then put them in the laundry basket."

"Thanks." Harry said sarcastically and then walked into the bathroom.

As soon as he heard the shower start, Louis hurried to his dressing room and pulled off his clothes, before he replaced them with a red polo shirt and a pair of khakis.

He was at his desk, working on some algebra homework when Harry finally came out of the bathroom. Louis turned in his chair and gasped when he saw Harry wearing with his white robe that had the initials LT on the chest pocket.

Harry looked kind of ridiculous, because the robe was definitely too small for him; it barely reached his knees and ten centimeters above his wrist.

"Get out of that! Get it off! I'm going to have to burn it now!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic."

"No, I'm serious! Get out of that!"

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Your clothes? I don't know, just don't touch my stuff. Ever."

"Fine." Harry huffed and returned to the bathroom, only to come out two minutes later in just his boxers.

Louis' breath caught up in his throat and he was too caught up in raking his eyes all over his body and feeling jealous over his abs and muscles, instead of noticing what Harry was holding in his hand.

"Nice jizz pants." Harry said before throwing them over Louis' face, who screamed and threw them on the floor.

"Where did you get these?"

"I saw them when I threw the towel in the laundry basket. They were right on top, you should try and be more careful next time."

"I don't-I didn't-"

"Did you come in your pants the night I kissed you?" Harry asked and sat down on the bed. He was calm, like this was a completely normal conversation to have with someone.

"Shut up." Louis muttered and got back to his homework, doing the best he could to ignore him. But it was impossible, because Harry couldn't let it go.

"What did you dream about exactly? Me sucking you off? Fucking you? Or just plain kissing because you don't even know what everything else is like?"

"I'm trying to do homework for God's sake!" Louis exclaimed and Harry shook his head in disbelief.

"It's Saturday night and you're doing homework?"

"It's Saturday night and you're at someone else's house because you're an idiot who can't look after himself?" Louis snapped.

"Fair enough. But seriously now, just tell me what you thought about when you had your wet dream."

"So I can boost that ego of yours even more? No thank you."

"Aw come on Louis don't be like that."

He heard Harry standing up from the bed and coming over to him. The older boy placed a hand on his shoulder, and bent down so that his breath was tickling Louis' ear.

"Tell me Louis...it's no shame. I've wanked to the thought of you too. I thought about tying you up and fucking you until you beg me to come...and how your pretty cock would look in my mouth while I suck you off...and-"

Before Louis could react or Harry could continue, they heard the front door close.

"Oh God! My parents are home. They can't see you here or they'll kill me. And then you."

It wasn't really one of Louis' best days, because he was hard now and Harry was half naked in his bedroom and his parents had just gotten home and they wouldn't go to bed until about eleven. Which meant that Louis was stuck with Harry...and a painful erection.

"What should I do?" Harry asked and Louis' eyes fell on his crotch and-fuck. He was half hard too, and Louis could clearly see the shape of his thick cock

"Just-" He was interrupted by heels clicking on the stairs. "Go to the bathroom and stay inside! Don't make noise."

His heart was beating extremely fast and he could hear his mother approaching his room. There was a knock on the door and he crossed his legs to hide his boner before he told his mother to come in.

She smiled when she saw that he was doing homework like a good boy.

"I found a pair of shoes by the door downstairs so I put them in the washing machine for you."

"What-oh."

Harry's shoes.

Louis started panicking when he saw Harry opening the door to the bathroom and looking at them, but thankfully his mother had her back turned to Harry.

"Dinner is in two minutes, by the way."

"Okay."

His mother turned around and for a moment Louis held his breath because he thought his mother saw Harry, but she didn't look at the bathroom door, before she left the room, closing the door behind her.

When her steps could be heard upstairs, Harry came out of the bathroom and ran a hand through his hair.

"Your mom is proper fit, I'd fuck her."

Louis shot him a warning look, before he stood up. Harry's eyes immediately fell on his crotch and he smirked.

"I'm going to go downstairs and as long as I am out of here, you do not leave the room. Don't touch anything, don't snoop through anything and just-don't. Just don't."

"So am I supposed to just sit here in the middle of the room like a statue?"

"No, you can sit by the wall over there."

"Jesus. I won't touch or steal anything."

"I don't trust you, so."

"Fine." Harry rolled his eyes and went over by the wall. "But can you bring me something to eat?"

"What? Absolutely no. I'm not a motel nor a diner."

As if on cue, Harry's stomach grumbled.

"I haven't eaten since this morning." He argued and Louis sighed.

"I'll see if I can get any leftovers from the dog."

And then he left the room, after he made sure everyone was already downstairs.

He told his family about where he'd driven with the Lambo and the girls told him about their recital. For dessert they got Crème Brulee and he decided he could give that to Harry since he had to cut back on sugar anyway.

"Hey mother, can I eat this up in my room? I have some economics homework I need to finish and I'd rather get on with it."

She nodded. "Sure honey. Goodnight."

"Thank you for dinner, goodnight."

He grabbed the spoon before he emerged up the stairs. When he got to his bedroom, he wasn't as surprised as he should've been when he saw that Harry was in his bed, on the left side (thank God Louis always slept on the right), sleeping away.

He locked the door just in case, and looked back at the bed.

Louis sighed and placed the small bowl and the spoon by the left bedside table, before he went to sit at the desk. He spent the next two hours finishing his homework, before he made the crucial decision of staying on his iPad (on his side of the bed) until Harry woke up. It was past nine now, so he just went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed.

He put on new pyjamas; before he checked the door to make sure it was locked, turned off the big light to leave the room in plain darkness and got into bed with his iPad. He was planning on going through his Instagram feed for a couple minutes before he opened Netflix and would catch up with the Kardashians. He ended up turning on the bedside lamp because he didn't want to fuck his eyes up even more than they were.

Louis smirked when his picture got over ten thousand likes, and because that was the only reason he actually wanted to check Instagram in the first place, he logged in on Netflix.

Harry stirred awake and turned to Louis, who had now became extremely aware of the fact that his thigh was touching Harry's body.

"How late is it?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair.

"It's ten. You should get home."

Harry whined.

"Can't I take the couch?" he asked in a low, sleepy voice as he pointed out the couch in the corner.

"Fine. But you won't take the blanket."

"Okay."

"And I brought you some food."

"What the fuck is this?" Harry asked and grabbed the crème and the spoon.

"Crème Brulee with cinnamon."

"Holy shit it's better than Pizza."

"What?"

"Pizza? Please tell me you've tried pizza before."

"Uh...not really."

"I feel so sorry for you." Harry said with his mouth full and Louis threatened to kill him if he stained the white covers.

He knew Harry was watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians with him, but he couldn't hear because Louis was wearing headphones.

"Whoa she's got a bigger ass than yours." Harry commented when he saw Kim and Louis rolled his eyes.

When he finished the food he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Louis would've told him off for that, but Harry smelled really good, like vanilla and he couldn't concentrate on the show either.

"Thanks." Harry said and Louis turned his head. "I owe you."

"Oh there is no way you will ever be able to repay everyth-"

He was interrupted when Harry grabbed the back of his neck and brought their lips together. Louis' breath was knocked out of him and he didn't move his lip against Harry's until he felt Harry's tongue lick along his lips.

Louis knew he should've pushed Harry away, but he couldn't because it was the best thing he'd ever felt. Their mouths, lips and tongues moved in sync, and before Louis knew it, Harry shifted further into him, getting his left knee to rest against Louis' growing crotch under the covers.

His hands were still gripping into the iPad, but his eyes were shut and his mouth was moving on its own accord.

Harry sucked down on his bottom lip and then bit it, before he pulled away, wiping the trail of saliva that was like a bridge between their lips off.

"I can find ways to repay you and shut you up at the same time babe, don't worry."

He patted Louis' head with a satisfied smirk and then got out of bed to go and lie down on the couch. By the time Louis was up to date with the episodes it was midnight and Harry was already asleep, hands on his stomach and mouth half open. He looked so innocent and peaceful, and Louis didn't fall asleep until two, being too caught up in what had happened that day to actually get some rest.

The next morning when he woke up Harry was sleeping on the left side in the bed, blanket pulled up to his neck. Louis stood up from the bed and stretched, before he looked at the clock. It was half past ten, which meant he'd missed his family having breakfast but thank God it wasn't mandatory like during the weekdays.

He went to the bathroom and got dressed up, then brushed his teeth and it was only when he came out of his room that Harry woke up. He blinked his eyes open and stretched, letting out a load moan that Louis biting his tongue.

"I've never slept so good in my entire life." Harry said in a groggy morning voice as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well... you need to leave now."

"I will. Just let me sleep a bit more."

And Louis let him, because he had some reading to do in English for extra credit anyway.

He woke up after Louis had lunch and brought Harry's Vans from the dryer. Harry got dressed in the bathroom and washed his teeth with a new toothbrush Louis had given him (and then threw it out).

"How can I leave?" Harry asked him and leaned against the desk, where Louis was reading. Thank God he didn't need his glasses for reading, otherwise Harry would've made fun of him.

"Uh...? Through the front door I think. But I have to sneak you out."

"Is the backdoor of your garden open?" Harry asked, once again smirking at the innuendo.

"Not always."

"Then I can easily get out...or in." he mumbled and Louis shot him a confused look, but then came back to his senses.

"What? Have you lost your mind? What if someone sees you?"

"They won't see me, I can hide behind the shrubs."

"Jesus. Be careful."

So Harry left his room and Louis went on his balcony too see him come out through the sliding doors and jump behind the bushes because his mother was tanning by the pool.

Harry couldn't have been seen unless anyone was looking at him from above. He got to the brick fence, didn't even bother to get to the gate, and then he hoisted himself up. As soon as he was on the other side, he dusted himself off and looked back up at Louis. He winked and then turned around, running.

Louis stared at the muscles of his back flex under the thin layer of clothing he had on until Harry disappeared out of his sight.

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