Harry leaned against the doorway, the palm of his hands pushing inside his closed eyes as he took a heavy breath.

What the fuck just happened out there?

He groaned and opened his eyes, opening the door and peering outside. The hallway was empty. He let out a sigh of relief before closing the door again.

He fucked up. Big time.

He shook out his hair, slipping out of his clothes and into a pair of sweats. He pursed his lips as he hesitated at his doorway. He should go apologize for almost trying to kiss him.

Maybe he forgot about it already. Harry grunted and threw himself on his bed. His heart was racing and his lips felt tingle. He didn't even kiss him for Christ's sake.

He sat up and brushed his teeth quickly, trying to have something to distract himself from the beautiful boy that was only a few meters from him, in the other room.

He should be starting the assignments for tomorrow. He needed to figure out what the contestants would be singing about. He sat at his desk and opened his laptop.

He had barely managed to work for less than half an hour before his thoughts traveled back to thin lips and wide blue eyes and small body.

"Fucking hell." He moaned, resting his head on the desk. He pushed himself away from his desk and lied down in his bed, pulling the covers over him. Maybe some sleep will help him...

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Louis was standing in Harry's room, smiling like the angel he is. His eyes were bright and his laugh was sweet and light. He was dressed in black skinnies and Harry's favorite maroon jumper.

Louis sauntered over to him, his hips swaying slightly. Harry sat in his bed, unable to move as Louis straddled him, his hands feeling the span of his shoulders and arms. Harry stared up at him, going completely slack when Louis touches him, his thumb, caressing his jaw.

"You're so beautiful." Harry whispers, and suddenly he can't control himself. He grips Louis' hips, pulling him against him and crashing their lips together.

The kiss is slow and languid, barely touching each other, trying to find their pace. Louis giggles, his voice warm and high as he presses his lips more firmly.

Harry's euphoric state makes him miss when Louis whispers something softly.

"What was that, babe?" Harry asks, pulling away. Louis only smiles before speaking.

"Wake up."

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Harry jolts awake, his breathing ragged. He threw the blankets off of him; he was suddenly too hot for his comfort. He looks around the room, only to find it empty. Harry let out an exasperated breath and ran a hand through his hair.

He turned around and checked the time on his phone. Past one in the morning.

He sighed and stood up. He was too wound up to be able to sleep any time soon. Whenever he closed his eyes, bright blue eyes stared back.

"Shit." He whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was completely gone. There was no turning back from this.

When he looked at Louis he felt warmth spread throughout his whole body and he felt ecstatic. And it fucking scared him.

He was seventeen! He had his whole life ahead of him whereas Harry was nearly thirty. It was idiotic--but oh so beautiful.

Harry couldn't be thinking like this. It was wrong. He couldn't be thinking about the way Louis' eyes shone when he saw something he liked or the way he moved his hair away from his eyes. He shouldn't be dreaming about kissing him, for God's sake.

Harry put his head in his hands, groaning in frustration. Why was life so complicated? Why of all people did he have to like a seventeen year old boy?

Why couldn't he meet a nice twenty-something year old man and settle down and be happy. Why did it have to be a boy?

Who had a boyfriend, Harry remembered. He suddenly wondered what Louis was thinking about. Was he as confused as Harry was right now? Did he absolutely loathe himself, thinking about a man that was ten years older than him? Did it slightly thrill him, as it did for Harry?

He shook his head, standing up and making his way to his door, before he could comprehend what was happening. His feet seemed to be moving on their own accord.

Within seconds, he found himself in front of Louis' bedroom, staring at the door as if it came from another planet.

His hand raised and he was knocking before he could even think about doing it. A second passed before the door opened, revealing a disgruntled Louis, his hair sticking up in random places and his glasses hastily placed on his nose.

He only wore a long t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He instantly blushed when he saw Harry, his eyes trailing downwards to his bare chest.

"Hi." Harry whispers and Louis looks away, biting his bottom lip.

"What did you need? It's--one in the morning." Louis says glancing at the clock by his bed.

Harry tried to speak, tried to apologize for earlier, but his mouth froze. He was stuck, staring at the beautiful seventeen year old with a frown.

"Harry?" Louis asks and Harry walks in, closing the door behind him. Louis is frozen in place, too tired to stop him. Harry doesn't answer. He paces the room, his hands rubbing his forehead, deep in thought.

"You're scaring me. What's wrong? Is it about earlier? I won't tell anyone what happened. It was an accident." Louis says and Harry stops.

"It wasn't." He concludes.

"What?"

"It wasn't an accident." Harry mumbles and before he could stop himself, he walks up to the smaller boy. He pushes him against the wall, their bodies pressed together. His hand is at his waist, gripping him roughly.

He looks into Louis' wide blue irises, looking for any sign for him to stop. There is none.

Without any hesitation, Harry kisses him.