Louis didn't hesitate to kiss back, moving his lips uncertainly against Harry's. His hands shook as he kept them by his side, unsure of what to do. Harry on the other hand, had his hands on Louis' waist, bunching up his shirt as the kiss grew rougher.

The taller lad bit Louis' bottom lip softly, Louis sighing and opening his mouth, allowing Harry's tongue to mold with his. Harry groaned, pulling him closer and kissing him harder.

Suddenly, everything rushed back into Louis' mind like an upcoming train. He gasped and pulled away with wide eyes. Harry backed away slowly, staring at him with curious eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, biting his lip. They were slightly swollen and red from the kissing.

"I--" Louis didn't know what to say. He blushed as his thoughts went back to the kiss. It was amazing. One of the best kisses he ever had. Even Caleb never kissed him like that.

"I have a boyfriend." Louis states, looking down. Harry smirks.

"Didn't seem like it just a few seconds ago." He inches closer back to the smaller boy, tracing his finger on Louis' bare arm. The touch brought goosebumps to his skin. He shivered slightly as Harry leaned down, his lips ghosting over his ear.

"Bet you don't feel like this when your boyfriend is with you." He whispers, placing his hand on Louis' chest, over his heart, "Does he make your heart beat like this?"

His hands were cold against his heating skin but Louis leaned into the touch.

"You're my judge and you're ten years older than me, Harry. It's wrong." Louis closes his eyes and shifts closer to the taller man as he nibbles on the spot right below his ear.

"Then why does it feel so right?" Harry asks, tracing his lips back to Louis' thin ones. Louis wanted to push him away and curse him for being inappropriate. But in the end he gripped Harry by his curls and crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Harry pulled away, smirking.

"I'll see you in the morning." Harry pecked his lips one last time before winking and leaving Louis gasping and wondering what the fuck just happened.

****

When Louis woke in the morning he felt sick. Not health wise but guilty sick. His stomach churned as he remembered last night. How could he do that to Caleb? His loyal boyfriend of many years. How could he let his hormones get in the way of them?

He slowly made his way downstairs to have breakfast. The rest of the contestants were already down there, sitting around the table, some in boxers, some in pajamas and some shirtless.

He took a seat at the edge of the table, picking at the fabric of his sweater he slipped into before he left. He piled his plate with pancakes and bacon and eggs and are slowly.

Suddenly, Harry walked into the kitchen, chest bare. He was wearing sweats and he looked soft and warm. Louis looked away quickly, blushing when he caught himself staring.

He waited a few seconds before looking back up and finding Harry staring back at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

That little shit.

Harry took a seat at the end of the table which was conveniently located next to Louis. Fucking hell.

He smugly sat down, grabbing a strip of bacon from Louis' plate and nibbling at the edge.

"Morning." He mumbles and Louis glares at him the best he can at eight in the morning. But really, he just wanted to hear his voice again. It was languid and rough and Louis wanted to scream at him. And maybe kiss him senseless.

"Good morning." He squeaked out and looked down at his plate. He could hear Harry laughing and his cheeks reddened even further.

Everything was normal after that. Harry minded his own business, talking to one of the other contestants named Patrick. When breakfast was nearing its end, Louis was relieved and quite proud of himself for not jumping into Harry's lap and snogging him then and there.

When he was on his last couple bite of his pancakes, he felt a hand on his thigh. He choked on the food on his mouth and rushed to drink some orange juice. When he was sated, he looked up at Harry who was staring at him with gleaming eyes.

The other kids didn't seem to notice but Harry didn't seem to mind if they did. He squeezed his thigh and completely removed his hand. Louis was left longing for more.

Harry stared him down, flicking his eyes to the stairs and back to Louis. A knowing smirk creeped up onto his lips and oh.

Harry pushed away from the table, picking up his plate and clearing his throat.

"You have two hours to yourselves and by ten you all have to meet in the living room and be ready for work." With that he takes his plates to the kitchen and within a few seconds he's up the stairs.

Louis waits a few seconds, listening to the others making plans to go to the game room of the house and play some foosball and other games. They invite him but he declines, saying he has a book to catch up on.

The boys get up and leave, leaving their dirty dishes and unfinished food on the table. Louis grimaces and takes his plate to the kitchen.

He heads up stairs, taking the steps by two and making a beeline for his room. He can't face Harry. Yet.

He changes into a different jumper, something bigger and warmer. He pulls on a pair of black skinnies and tries to fix his hair. He quickly brushes his teeth and takes a deep breath before making his way to Harry's door.

He has a plan. Go in there and tell Harry to stop whatever he's doing because he has a very nice life with his boyfriend.

Louis opens the door ready to tell Harry off until he's being pushed against the door, closing it and locking it. Harry wastes no time attaching their lips in a feverish kiss and all of Louis' inhibitions are out the door.