Remind Me To Forget (L.S.) ✔️

Chapter 8

Harry was still thinking about that goddamn apple between Louis' beautiful lips, even tho they left their house hours ago.
The temptation to take it had a strong power on him, but the mixture of embarrassment and the feeling of being flustered in front of him hit him harder and in the end, he didn't move.
He couldn't.

Harry might rushed Ellie a bit more than it was necessary and as soon as they got back to the dorm, he said goodbye, which bothered her a little.

When he opened the door of the 44th room on the second floor, he let out a relieved sigh. Niall was taking a long shower, so he had a few minutes just for himself and his thoughts.
Harry laid down on his bed and took a deep breath. He was waiting for that kind of comfort which only his own bed had, but the sensation didn't come and he furrowed his eyebrows. Something was missing.

The pillow was feathery just as much as he liked it, the blanket softly touched his skin, and his legs - stuck in those tight jeans - screamed for finally feeling the smooth material, but still... that emptiness didn't seem to leave his chest.
He was staring at the ceiling, the events from the previous night flashed in front of his eyes. He could still feel the taste of the beer in his mouth, but before it could have made him sick, he started to focus on something else.

Like the taste of the lime.
And only the lime.

When he closed his eyes, Louis' hand rested on his waist again, those pretty lips placed a tiny kiss on his jawline and the sweet scent of the older boy created a calm atmosphere around him.
His thoughts took a turn and the picture changed: Louis was 18 again and his fingers ran through Harry's curly hair. He heard his heavy breathing and the way he whispered "mine" made him shiver between his arms. At the time he had no idea how to do anything, but Louis' quiet laughter and the gentle touches were enough to encourage him. There was no school, no Gemma, no problems and no wounds; he was just a little boy, kissing the love of his life.

Or as he used to think.

"Harry, finally!" Niall's voice woke him up from his daily daydreaming. "Liam has been here at least two times looking for you. Where have you spent the night?"

Of course the last question was followed by a cheeky smile and raised eyebrows as he sat down on his own bed. The Irish boy was in a good mood as always and Harry was so glad, he didn't treat him any different. Niall was wearing only his underwear and the drops of water slowly made their way down on his body.

Harry started wondering how Louis would look like after a long shower.

You need to calm down. he reminded himself.

"Uhm, me and Ellie stayed at Louis' for the night."

"Okay, too many new names," the other shook his head. "Who's Louis? No wait, I care about Ellie more, who is she?"

Harry suppressed a smile and turned his head, so he could still lie in and look at him at the same time.

"I thought Hailey is the future mother of your kids or something like that."

Niall's eyes glinted. "True. I can't cheat on her."

"Did you start dating?"

"Harold, we've been dating since day one, she just doesn't know it yet."

Harry let out a small laughter and he didn't need more than 2 minutes to remember: he quite missed Niall. They couldn't spend a lot time together, cause the blonde boy had his new job at a recording studio and he often came back pretty late, when Harry was already asleep. He had to miss the party too as a result of working late, but Niall really wanted to do well at his first serious job.