It was the end of the European leg of the tour, the boys were exhausted as they clambered sleepily into the hotel lobby.

The lady behind the counters' eyes widened as she saw Paul leading the boys in, he gave her a quick nod as she handed over 5 room keys

"I think we're missing a key" Paul said, only counting 5

The lady furrowed her eyebrows as her fingers began clicking on the keyboard

"Hm, it says you only booked 5 rooms, sorry" she replied, pushing her glasses further up her nose

"That's alright, I'll sleep on the bus" Paul said, setting down the boys' luggage

"No Paul, you take the bed" Louis replied, clapping him on the back as he took his bag and headed for the door.

Zayn was already half way up the stairs, Niall was basically passed out already on Liam's shoulder, and Harry was standing there, hands tucked behind his back as he watched the scene play out before him

"Louis, you can take the bed, I'll sleep in the bus" Harry said catching up with him

"No it's fine" he replied, not looking back

"Really Louis, I don't mind" he tried again

"I don't either, just go to sleep" he mumbled

Harry didn't say anything, just followed him outside, keeping a small distance behind him

"What?" He asked once he realized Harry was following him

"Why don't we just share a room? We used to all the time when we were younger" Harry suggested

"Because we're older now" he replied

"So?"

"The bus really isn't that bad Harry" he groaned changing the subject

"Exactly, so let me take it and you can take the bed" he replied

"No, you have a bad back" Louis rolled his eyes

"Then share a room with me, I'm not letting you sleep alone on that bus" Harry informed

"Why are you so persistent?" He asked

"I'm not, just come upstairs"

Louis stood there, his eyebrows furrowed

"Why?" He asked after a moment. He didn't really know what he wanted for an answer.

Harry shrugged

Because I care about you dumbass

Is what he wanted to say

"It's cold out here, come inside" Harry spoke, Louis just stood there

"Please?" he tried again, his shoulders slumped as he shivered

"Do I have to?"

"Yes"

"Ok"

They went back inside and took the key that was left on the desk, walking to the elevator.

The single bed stood against a wall, tables on either side of it and about a half of a meter space infront of it and the wall. A door, probably the bathroom, was on the left side of the bed and a large wall light on the right side.

They took turns quickly using the washroom and changing before they crawled into opposite sides of the bed, immediately falling asleep.

•

Louis woke up to a tight and uncomfortable feeling in his pants

"What the fuck" he groaned as he opened his eyes. He was laying on his back and Harry was laying on his side facing him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted the heavy sheets, peering down to see what the problem was.

And shit. He was hard. Harry was dead asleep, but his hand delicately rested on Louis' inner thigh.

Louis took a deep breath as he panicked. Slowly he grabbed Harry's wrist, lifting it up and moving it off of his thigh.

Harry moved in his sleep, pulling his hand back into his chest.

Louis turned to face away from him, still breathing heavily from what just happened, not to mention he was still painfully hard.

He squeezed his eyes tightly together and thought of things to make him calm down. Slowly he felt himself get sleepy.

Until

His eyes sprung open when he felt Harry slip a strong arm around his stomach, effortlessly pulling his body to press up against Harry's chest.

Louis stiffened up. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as Harry nestled his face inbetween his shoulder blades, holding him impossibly closer

"Harry" he hissed, trying to move forward with no avail

He was met with a snore.

So here we are. Louis was stuck between a cold wall and a warm body, holding him close. His pants tightened once more and he mentally cursed at himself for it.

"Harry please move, you're too close" he whispered again.

A part of him wanted to just rip his body away from his arms, but the other part really didn't mind the security that his embrace was providing. He looked at Harry, his mouth was open slightly and soft snores escaped his lips. Hair was sprawled across his face. He looked so peaceful and he must be exhausted. So, Louis opted not to wake him up.

He settled back into his pillow, nowhere close to sleep, just praying his boner would magically disappear.

But of course, it didn't. If anything it got worse. The way that Harry's hand somehow found it's way under Louis' thin white tshirt wasn't helping the situation either

Just go to sleep

He told himself. He tried to even out his breaths which only made him start breathing heavier.

He lost his control when Harry moved slightly in his sleep, with that, his hand inched lower, now playing slightly lower than his bellybutton.

Louis breath hitched as Harry's hand balled up, scrunching the bottom of his shirt and the top of his boxers into his hand.

His hand untightened, soft snores returning as his hand hung limp, no idea how he was affecting the boy.

"Harry please back up" he asked again, taking the boys hand and unwrapping it from his lower torso

He felt himself twitch as Harry let out a deep groan

"Okay, nope. I can't do this" Louis said as he pryed himself from the arms of his friend, walking over the cold floor to the door

"Louis?" A sleepy voice said buried in pillows and fluffy blankets. Louis turned around, his lower half covered by a dresser. Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair was sticking in every direction as he stretched his arms out

Of course he wakes up now

"Is it morning already?" He asked. His accent wad extra prominent right now as he slurred his words together.

"No its still early, go back to sleep. You're dreaming this" Louis replied

Harry tilted his head to the side, bringing his hand up to the opposite arm and pinching himself

"I'm not dreaming this" he stated grumpily, running his fingers through his hair with his eyebrows pointed downwards

"Shh" Louis said, grasping the door knob

"Where are you going? Come back to bed" he asked

"I'm going to the bus to sleep" he replied

"What? Why?" Harry asked, standing up

"Go back to sleep" he replied

"No"

"You're tired" Louis told Harry

"You are too"

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"No I'm not. Why can't you just sleep? Do you hate me or something? Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, now visibly upset

"I don't hate you Harry, be realistic" I groaned

"Then why don't you want to sleep in the same bed as me?"

"It's wei-"

"It's not weird unless you make it weird and you're doing that" Harry replied

I just stood there

"You're right" I said, crawling back into bed. I was so tired, I didn't feel like arguing.

"Good night" he whispered, laying beside me

"Night" I mumbled back, rolling my eyes

Exhaustion finally took over my body and I fell asleep. No thoughts, head empty.

•

"Fuck" I groaned when Paul tried to start up the bus, but it didn't start.

He got off the bus and tried to fix the problem

"Seems like the engine is acting up boys, I'm gonna have to call someone" he said.

Well, the person didn't come until 7pm

"Uh, yeah you're gonna need uhm..a new thing, in the uh engine..uh yeah" the man said, poking around the hood of the bus with a rusty screwdriver.

"A new what? Liam asked

"Yeah" the man replied

Oh

"Looks like we're staying the night here again" Paul shrugged after the man left

"What were you doing on the bus last night to make it break?" Paul laughed, bumping Louis in the shoulder

"I didn't sleep on the bus last night mate, good try" Louis joked back with an awkward smile

"Oh? Where'd you sleep?" He asked

"Harry's room" he motioned to Harry, who had collected a pile of rocks he had found littering the parking lot

At that, the boys shot their heads towards me, while Harry was sitting on the ground oblivious, now sorting the rocks into piles.

"You slept with him?" Niall smirked

"Beside him"

"That's what I meant, why'd you specify that?" Niall smiled, now turning his entire body to face Louis

Louis just shook his head at the blonde lad.

"Alright lads, back inside" Paul called

"I'll take the bu-" I started, I did NOT want a repeat of last night

"No" Harry said calmly, grabbing my forearm and pulling me to the hotel. I didn't protest.

It was night by now and I took a cold shower before going to bed, telling my dick not to get hard.

•

My dick got hard.

He wasn't even touching me this time, I just woke up in the middle of the night.

I stood up and walked around the foot of the bed, trying to get to the bathroom that was on Harry's side.

And of course, he woke up

"Whatcha doing Louis?" He asked in his sleepy state

"Bathroom" I told him, before making it to the door and stepping inside.

I couldn't wank right now, not with Harry inches away from the door, he could walk in any time.

I looked at the shower, probably my best bet. I cranked the handle to the cold side and...nothing happened. No water came out.

I glanced down to see that I was getting harder by the second. Fuck my hormones. Why did this always happen in the most uncomfortable situations?

I just stood there, looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn't do anything, so I just stood there and walked around, trying to calm myself down.

It had absolutely nothing to do with Harry, no. It was normal for boys going through puberty to experience things like this. Except, I'm 24. No puberty left for me.

Shit

I realized I wad in there for too long, so I opened the door and stepped back inside of the dark bedroom. A lump covered in blankets was sat up in the middle of the bed, looking at the door I just came out of

As soon as he saw me get back into bed, he layed down too.

He turned away from me as I layed on my back, looking at the ceiling.

I couldn't help it. My hand slowly slipped down my stomach, playing with the elastic of my boxers.

My hand retreated.

Stop, stop, stop. I can't do that right now.

I turned on my side, facing Harry but not touching him. He was wearing a tight red tank top, his back muscles flexed every time he breathed and his tattoos were peeking out from under the covers.

And the next thing I knew, my chest was pressed up to his back. My hand was resting by my side as I carefully put one of my legs between his. My crotch was pressed up against his bum.

My mouth dropped open, I was trying to hard to suppress a sound as he moved back slightly, making the fabric of our boxers rub against my dick.

My breath hitched loudly as my hips jutted slightly forward from the friction.

Harry turned his head to face me, my cheek was pressed against his own pillow, my eyes were closed and my mouth open.

"Lou?" He asked

"I'm so horny" I whispered. Fuck, I just said that. I swear, my body wasn't even my body anymore, my mouth was talking by itself.

"You are?" He asked

And I moaned in return, burying my face in his neck and wrapping my arms around him.

"Lou can I give you a blow job?" He asked, running his hands up and down my back

"Yes, god yes please" I replied, my hands already fumbling trying to pull down my boxers

"Hey Lou, calm down. Are you in a rush or something?" He chuckled

By this point I was buried deep into his neck, gyrating and grinding against his hip

He gently pushed me off of him so I was laying on my back. He towered over me as he straddled my waist. I grabbed the back of his neck as he leaned in, breathing hot air onto my chest and neck.

Our bodies were moving in sync as my arms were wrapped around his neck. He left rough wet kisses up my jawline and down my neck, his fingers slid under the hem of my boxers that were already half down

"Are you sure?" He asked

"Just suck me off" I moaned as his bum rubbed against my crotch. He pulled my boxers down to my ankles and wrapped his massive hands around my waist, going almost all the way around me as I arched my back and sucked in my stomach, throwing my head back at the sensation of the cold air hitting my exposed dick.

He kissed my skin just above my vline, sensually dragging his bottom lip across my body and down my thigh, making me shiver. He softly kissed the inside of my thigh.

Why is he being so comforting and intimate?

He crawled off my lap and sat with his feet behind him, pulling my spread legs onto his lap. He grabbed my thighs to pull me closer as I let out a breathy moan at the sight.

He was so hot. His eyes showed concentration while his actions lacked nervousness, as if he knew exactly what to do to make me feel good.

He bent down and kissed the tip of my throbbing dick. His tounge peeked out, running through the slit as his lips wrapped around the head.

I made quiet noises of pleasure with each movement he did, absentmindedly I started rocking my hips back and fourth, the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat repeatedly.

He moaned, sending deep vibrations through my dick. My toes curled and I gripped the sheets with my hands as he began moving at a faster pace.

"Harry I'm gonna cum" I moaned, my voice was alot higher pitched as I tensed up my thigh muscles. I gripped onto his arms tightly, pulling him closet. A warm feeling pooled in my lower stomach and I felt myself coming to my high

He stroked me a few more times before taking me out of his mouth to pump me with his hand

"Harry" I moaned as my legs clamped around his waist and I came all over his stomach.

He pumped me a few more times, ribbons of my cum and his own, covering his chest as my dick got over sensitive.

I let out my last breathy moan as his thumbs rubbed over my lower ab muscles to untense my stomach.

My whole body fell limp, my legs that were once clasped around his body untightened and straightened out infront of me. His hands squeezed my muscles, reminding me to relax, running his hands up and down the sides of my stomach. It felt good.

It was if he actually cared for me, he was always a very consensual person. I looked up at him as he brushed the hair out of my eyes and rubbed my muscles so I wouldn't cramp.

He moved my legs off of him after a while, grabbing a slightly damp cloth from the bathroom. He wiped down both of our chests wordlessly and climbed back into bed beside me. He lifted up the covers and layed them back ontop of me.

"Bed time" he said, turning away from me

"Goodnight Harry"

"Night Lou"

I scooted up behind him (boxers back on now) and spooned him. Just like he had done to me yesterday.

I knew he liked being the little spoon because we used to cuddle like this all the time when we were younger.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and dug my nose into his hair. He tensed up for a second but then I rubbed soothing circles with my thumb on on his stomach, making him move his hand to cover mine across his chest.

We fell asleep instantly.

I think I enjoyed that a little more than I should have.

•

•

I woke up, my eyes felt gritty and dry as I peered around the dark room.

My grogginess overtook my logic as I turned onto my other side mindlessly, suddenly face to face with a sleeping Harry. His face was smushed into the pillow and his legs were engulfed in the thin blue sheet on the bed.

He had a pillow hugged up to his chest. My pillow.

"Wanker" I mumbled, trying to take the pillow back from him.

"Piss off" he mumbled back, holding the pillow tighter.

"Give me my pillow back Harry, I don't have anything to lay on" I groaned

"If I give you your pillow back I won't have anything to cuddle" he smirked, hiding his face into the pillow once again

"Use your own pillow then" I replied

"Then I wont have anything to lay on" he stated

"You know what? Theres pillows in the bus, I'll just sleep in there" I groaned, kicking the blankets off my legs.

I was held back by a strong hand that was wrapped around my thin wrist. I sat back down on the bed and scowled at him.

He took my pillow out from under him and placed it back. Smiling victoriously, I layed back down facing him.

"Do you like cuddling?" He asked softly after a while

"Do you?" I answered his question with another question

"Yeah" he replied. We were silent for a moment before I opened up the sheets and gestured for him to come closer

He moved into my chest, his face nestling between my shoulder and neck as he breathed out and tucked his muscular arms up into his chest.

I covered him in the thin sheets and wrapped my arms around him. We both layed there in silence, our breathing seemed to be synchronized.

"Is this weird?" Harry asked in a half whisper

"Its not weird" I replied, pulling him closer

"But, what does it mean?" He asked below a whisper

"Whatever you want it to mean" I replied, my eyes were open at this point, I was stairing at the ceiling. My brain was yelling at me to get out, but I just couldn't listen to it

"I don't know what I want it to mean"

"Me neither. We don't have to decide right now"

I felt him nod against my chest and get comfortable, all the surfaces of our skin pressed against eachother. I shivered.

"Night" he mumbled for the second time tonight. I whispered it back and he fell back asleep instantly. Me however, I couldn't sleep past that point. Too much on my mind, yet not enough.

•

My phone blared with that annoying ring tone that Niall insisted on. He had taken my phone a week prior and he changed a bunch of things on it. My gallery was filled with hundreds of photos of him, every contact picture was of him and my wallpaper was him. He really loves himself.

So I was woken up to him screaming at me (a pre recorded audio of course) being replayed on a loop

"Time to get up Louis! Get up! Up, up, up! Rise and shine!"

I jumped when my alarm went off, nearly falling off of the bed in the process. The body that was once there, wasn't now.