✧ fifteen ✧

"Can I take a shower?" Harry asks nervously as Louis stacks the plates into the dishwasher. Harry watches Louis with a soft smile, feeling indescribably happy. They had just had dinner, which was silent for the most part after Louis had told the boy that Charlie had left for a couple of days. Of course, Harry had felt guilty and even like crying, but, he held it in. Now as he watches Louis, he can't help but feel relieved Charlie isn't here.

Louis looks up with a smile and nods quickly. He shuts the door of the dishwasher and clicks the buttons to get it started. "Sure you can!" Louis grins and wipes his hands on the side of jeans. "Come with me and I'll show you where the towels and such are!"

Harry follows Louis quickly, his eyes focused on the ground. He doesn't know why he feels so nervous, he has had sleepovers before. With Louis, though, it was different. Harry can't help but feel attracted to the older man. Every time Louis looks at the boy, Harry feels weak at the knees. He doesn't know how it is possible for Louis to be so hot and gorgeous at the same time...

He flushes at the thought and stops at the bathroom door. Louis opens the cupboard and pulls out a towel for Harry. "Everything is in this cupboard. You can take whatever you need, I don't mind. I'll be in the lounge room if you need me, okay?"

Harry nods and bites his lip, moving out of Louis' way. "Of course. Thank you." He mumbles, green eyes glimmering.

Louis gives him one last smile before Harry is heading into the bathroom, locking the doors as he does so. He begins the shower and goes to the cupboard to look for shampoo. He had brought his own, but stupidly left it in the room, along with his clothes.

He discards of his outfit nervously, glancing around a little uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't feel safe here, it just wasn't the same as at home.

He takes a quick shower, not knowing if he would get into trouble for being in too long or not. He steps out, his body shivering when the cold air hits him and he grabs a towel, wrapping it around himself. And only then he remembers he forgot his clothes and curses quietly to himself.

Harry opens the door and rushes out, not expecting to crash into Louis' body. He squeaks and blushes when Louis' hand grabs onto his arm, his eyes glancing over Harry's wet, towel cladded body, his eyes darkening. "You right, princess?" Louis questions, voice raspier than usual.

Harry swallows thickly and shakily exhales a breath, his cheeks reddening further. He pulls his plump bottom lip between his teeth and looks up at Louis from under his lashes. "Yes. Sorry, Mr Tomlinson..."

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