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Chapter 10<br />
Chapter Summary<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> now you know me, for your eyes <strong>on</strong>ly..<br />
so crazy how a certain set of lyrics can fit so perfectly sometimes.<br />
Chapter Notes<br />
See the end of the chapter for notes<br />
The sheets are tangled, wrapped strategically around every limb as if trying to purposefully lock<br />
Louis in place. He’s disoriented, to say the very least, the sun pouring in through the dirty window<br />
pane. The bed is scorching, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis couldn’t hope to go back to sleep, instead flinging around<br />
his arms until he’s finally freed.<br />
His eyes are crusted over <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> heavy, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s barely opening them while scooting into the<br />
bathroom. Everything still feels vaguely like a dream, like Harry’s lips were a blissful c<strong>on</strong>cocti<strong>on</strong><br />
of Louis’ most desired thoughts, like Harry’s skin was imagined in the dirtiest parts, hidden in the<br />
far back of his mind. He’s trying to come to terms with his reality, with the reality that included a<br />
deep, passi<strong>on</strong>ate kiss between him <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his roommate just a few hours prior.<br />
With that, he turns the faucet, hoping the water doesn’t take too l<strong>on</strong>g to heat. The mirror be<strong>hold</strong>s<br />
an unsightly scene, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it almost makes Louis jump to see the mess of matted hair laid <strong>on</strong> his head,<br />
dried spit clinging to the corner of his lips. And this is the precise reas<strong>on</strong> Louis never, ever lets<br />
any<strong>on</strong>e he’s sexually attracted to see him in the first minutes of the morning. He’d likely scare<br />
them off.<br />
When the water is warm enough to not send chills through his whole body, he cups his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>,<br />
allowing it to overflow before splashing his face <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> rinsing the sleep clean away. Below his<br />
h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s, his own skin feels foreign to him, his fingers craving the soft, silky skin of Harry’s back<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> stomach, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> fuck, it’s way too early for this shit.<br />
He’s c<strong>on</strong>vincing himself, pretending that he’s c<strong>on</strong>fident <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> unwavering <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s not going to<br />
walk out of this room with an expressi<strong>on</strong> that gives away the unnatural unease he’s feeling at the<br />
pit of his stomach. And yeah, he’s been nervous before, obviously. But it’s never been this type of<br />
nervous, where he’s c<strong>on</strong>tinuously splashing water over his eyes <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> somewhat wishing it could<br />
clear his thoughts just as easy.<br />
Louis hears the sure voice of Niall echoing around the cluttered jam in his skull, trying to even<br />
things out <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> reassure him that kissing Harry was the right choice. Maybe, maybe. But was being<br />
so forward? Pining him against the wall, mouth inches away with hot breath to cloud his<br />
judgment. Because he knew, had a slither of an idea that Harry was interested in him. And not in<br />
the “we both live together <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> I should know your middle name,” kind of interested.<br />
And he took that <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> used it as a pawn against Harry, got him to admit to things he’s normally too<br />
stubborn to even think about. Somewhere in the spiderweb of thoughts, Louis knows that wasn’t<br />
okay, he should’ve given Harry the time to come out with the truth all <strong>on</strong> his own. But he’s<br />
countering his own arguments- he did tell Harry he would stop if given the comm<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>, so there<br />
was a way out, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> if Harry opted not to take it, then it wouldn’t fall <strong>on</strong> Louis’ shoulders.