The Royals Club

i.

Harry rolled around on his bunk, the emptiness beside him prominent as he shivered, missing the body heat of a certain sun-kissed, blue-eyed boy. He tried to imagine Louis’ arms wrapped protectively around him, tried to imagine being pulled tightly into his chest, and tried to imagine his fingers tracing circles into his back.

He couldn't though, he just couldn't. And he definitely couldn't imagine Louis’ heartbeat, like a lullaby ready to lull him to sleep.

So he wilted. He wilted, and pouted into his pillow, and finally decided to let himself pull out his cell phone. Its was 12:34. He quickly texted Louis, lip between his teeth as he pressed ‘send.’

/To Louis: is he asleep yet?

He only had to wait a few minutes for a reply.

/“just fell asleep, meet u on the roof in a few minutes whn hes cmpltly out

Harry allowed himself to smile as he sent an ‘okay,’ quickly stumbling down the bunk ladder. He pulled on his sweats and a t-shirt quietly, minding the others in the room as he slipped out the door and padded down the corridor to the large window at the end. He opened it slowly, making sure to stay quiet as he stepped out on to the roof. He sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees as he waited for Louis.

The cold air bit at his skin, making him shiver slightly as he heard Louis’ soft feet echo from inside the mansion, only a few moments later. He thought it was weird, learning the sound of the way someone walks so quickly, but he did, because this was Louis. He caught onto everything Louis did.

He turned his head toward the window, feeling his heart speed up as he saw Louis climb out of it and sit beside him with a small smile.

“How is he doing?” Harry asked quietly, biting his lip as he watched Louis face, watching the way...

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...d like that, sticky and panting against each other, warm and pliant, Harry's head tucked into Louis’ neck. Then he started to laugh, and Louis laughed with him, holding him tighter.

“That happened.” Harry giggled, eyes big and shining as he pulled back to stare at the boy below him.

Louis grinned, “s’bit embarrassing coming in my pants, felt like I was sixteen again.”

“Heey,” Harry pouted, and Louis leaned up and kissed it away, smiling against Harry's lips.

“I wouldn't mind it happening again, though,” he whispered, pulling back to watch Harry smile even wider.

“Me too.”

(They quietly padded back to their room, hand in hand, silently crawling into Harry's bunk together. Louis pulled Harry tight into his chest, gently running his thumb over Harry's cheek. They kissed slow and languid, being soft with each other until they both fell asleep wrapped around each other.)