"I can't put tents up," Zayn whines. "I just can't. Fuck this."

He throws a tent pole at the floor, the metal clanging loudly.

"Just sit down," Liam calls over. "I'll do it."

Zayn still frowns, but he folds up to sit where he stands. I laugh at his little strop, Louis doing the same from where he is.

Louis isn't allowed to build any of the tents, he gets far too impatient. He tore through the tents protective screen, snapped a bar in half and threw it around last time they were here, so he has been banned.

I briefly look up to perv on Louis for a second, but I don't quite expect him to already be looking at me when I look up.

Nor am I expecting Louis to be looking at me quite like that either. Hungry and making me react, blushing and trying to carry on building the tent.

What the hell is going on? I thought Louis would try to openly ignore it, not make a point of showing that he both remembers it and that he enjoyed it too.

"Lou," Niall calls, making me flinch. "Are you hard?"

Okay. I nearly die as well, because he's was staring at me and he has an erection.

What about Eleanor?

"Yep."

Louis isn't embarrassed either. Why would he be with a monster like that in his jeans?

"What are you thinking about?" Niall sounds a bit grossed out.

"Sex."

I'm sure I'm not the only one who whips my head around to look at Louis.

Louis groans, clearly not meaning to blurt the first word that came to his head.

"Ignore that, I was thinking about... how good tents are at protecting against the elements. Yeah... that."

Zayn cackles loudly over the other guys laughing over his bad cover up.

"Careful, you'll poke someone's eye out with that tent." He offers.

Louis obviously enjoys that remark, smirking to himself before once again, his blue eyes land on me.

And I literally can't handle it.

I already feel so bad as it is, and apparently I've turned Louis into the devil or something because he's never like this with me.

I would love it, but Eleanor. Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor, I keep repeating in my head.

But it's not working, my heart racing because Louis is just burning a hole into the back of my head, and before I know it, I've dropping metal bars shakily, needing to leave.

"Need a wee." I rush, quickly pacing away before anyone responds.

Yeah. That went pretty well.

I feel quite proud of myself when I get alone in the toilets and into a cubicle, sighing in relief.

"You know, it's funny. You're usually quite loud and annoying, so I didn't expect you to be this quiet."

I jump in the cubicle, heart stuttering because that's Louis behind the door.

And he's talking about it.

"I'm not being quiet." I grumble back.

Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor.

"This is you being quiet," Louis retaliates. "You being loud is another thing. And I should know, considering how loud you were for me on Friday, H."

Fuck. Fuckity shit.

I blush madly, staying hidden and telling myself I won't open the door for him.

"Shut up." I mumble, embarrassed.

"I like loud. Lets me know I'm doing a good job." Louis continues nonchalantly.

I ignore that, hoping Louis takes a hint.

Even though he was better than good. Great. Fucking superb.

"You enjoy that guy last night, then?" Louis asks instead.

I feel my stomach completely yearn for Louis then. This is a dominating show, even if Louis is trying to sound casual about it.

Like he cares if I enjoyed it more.

"Was alright." I admit, shrugging to myself.

"Not as good as me, right?" Louis asks.

Like he knows.

I should be saying something like 'what's your point? You have a girlfriend'.

But I don't say that.

"No."

Damn.

"Open the door." Louis demands.

My heart starts racing, and I know it shouldn't. Nothing good is going to come from me opening the door.

"N-No." I stutter.

Why the fuck am I stuttering?!

"Why?" Louis sounds impatient.

"You have a girlfriend." I actually say it aloud.

"Does it sound like I give a fuck?" Louis snaps. "Open. The. Door."

I swallow as I do just that, opening the door to a dark eyed Louis. I'm trapped.

"So why are you in here? You're not using the toilet." Louis cocks his head, hands pressed either side of the cubicle frame.

"Just am."

I don't know why, but I'm so annoyed at how weak Louis makes me, and it seems he knows it as well.

"You sure you're not hiding from me?" Louis smirks a little.

I take in a breath, trying to think of something to say to Louis that will make him leave.

"What if I am?" I shrug.

Well, that was superb. 10/10, Harry.

"I'm not going to bite you." Louis smirks.

My eyes flicker to behind Louis, trying to think of how to get out of this.

"Can you let me go?" I ask, getting annoyed at being aroused over the idea of Louis biting me.

"I don't think I can," Louis admits. "I've thought about that sex all week, and now you're in front of me."

My stomach flips heavily, trying not to react to that. He's thought about it.

Louis.

"Eleanor." I am blushing, wishing I wasn't.

"That's my decision," Louis points out. "So you gonna let me kiss you, or not?"

I bite my lip, knowing this is so wrong.

But it's Louis, and I've always wanted some sort of attention.

Apparently, Louis can't wait for a decision, and he's backing me into the cubicle, grabbing my face and forcing his lips against mine.

And I react because I obviously can't help myself.

He turns, pushing me into the cubicle door, effectively closing it, my heart jumping when he locks it as well.

I'm trying to think, but Louis just tastes amazing, smells amazing and is kissing me far too well just like the first time.

And when he grinds into me, something in my body surrenders even when it shouldn't. 

"I - I don't have a condom." I manage to say, Louis chasing my lips.

Louis groans like he doesn't like hearing that, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Fuck." He grumbles.

And because I'm an idiot and I don't want this to stop, I'm saying stupid things like:

"I'll give you a blow job."

"Yeah, yeah," Louis nods, sounding grateful in the most arousing way. "Okay."

And he's hastily undoing his jeans, still remaining so close, and my mouth is just ready. So ready.

I quickly drop down, moaning softly at the size of Louis' cock and that I'm seeing it again, before I'm taking it into my mouth.

Heavy and hard, taking it down until it's all gone, just like I hoped.

"Holy shit."

I get tugged off, panicking that someone has just walked in, quickly looking up at him.

"What?" I worry. "What happened?"

Louis gets this frown across his face, looking down at me.

"Are you completely oblivious?" I remarks. "You just shoved my dick down your throat like it was nothing."

I sigh in relief.

"Thank God," I reply. "I thought someone came in."

Louis shakes his head.

"You are just the weirdest guy," He grabs his cock again. "Someone coming in," He mutters under his breath. "Do it again."

Happy to comply, I take him back in, Louis letting out a relieved sigh, before his hand is in the back of my hair.

I start straight away, wanting him to come, that and I know the boys will wonder where we've been if I don't get this done quickly.

"Jesus, I don't know how you do this, Harry," Louis moans. "Don't care, though."

I preen at the compliment, just taking it over and over. Louis tastes amazing, I think. Like he should do.

It doesn't actually take long before Louis is close, his thumb grazing at my bottom lip.

"This is amazing," He grunts. "In or out?"

I just nod, Louis taking that as a sign to start coming, groaning as he comes in my throat with a hand fisted in my hair.

I remove my mouth, swallowing what I was given happily, before standing up. Louis is suddenly all in my space, pushing me back into the door, and making me very aware of my erection

"I really want to fuck you." He voices.

"I... I have condoms in my bag." I admit, voice wrecked.

I shouldn't admit that. Eleanor.

Louis groans, pulling out, looking at me properly.

"How the fuck are you going to explain your voice, curly?" Louis is smiling a little.

"I dunno," I shrug. "I could say I choked on some water."

Not mentioning I technically choked on dick.

Loud grins, taking my breath away from how close he is. He is beautiful.

"You want me to sort you out?" He asks, blue eyes sparkling playfully.

Yes!

Wait.

"We've been gone for too long," I shake my head. "Someone will notice."

My dick is very upset at me.

Louis smirks gorgeously, leaning to the side of my neck.

"Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll fuck you later." Louis whispers.

And if my cock was upset before, it definitely is now.

Or when Louis' hand drops between us and grazes fingers against my clothed cock.

"Yeah?" Louis goads softly.

I nod, feeling bright red.

"Please." I reply, embarrassed at asking and how badly I want that.

And then my heart flutters when Louis briefly kisses me under the ear, moving away.

Why the fuck would he go and do that for?!

"Come on," He gestures me away from the door. "We should get back."

"Uh, yeah." I blink, finding it hard to think.

Louis opens the cubicle after sorting his jeans out, me following after him so I can wash my hands.

What? Hygiene is important.

Again, I'm aware I'm quiet as I do it, knowing Louis is watching.

"I like you like this," Louis says, with me looking up to a smirk. "You're kinda cute."

Cute?!

I'm rugged and manly!

"Oh," I go red. "Thanks."

Louis gets this look, taking a step forward but is interrupted by Niall slamming into the toilets. I immediately look at myself in the mirror, cheeks red and hair messy, to which I try to adjust.

Louis looks at himself before completely ignoring that he looks more messy that usual, obviously deciding he's okay with it.

And my cock shouldn't like that so badly.

"What are you doing in here? Zayn said you were both dropping the kids off at the pool. Does that mean you were pooing?" Niall rambles, and Louis laughs.

"Harry was pooing, I was checking myself out in the mirror." He jokes.

I manage to find some part of my usual self, feigning shock.

"Shut up," I defend myself. "Louis was pooing, I was practicing my singing."

That's a way to account for my voice without realising I'd done it.

I deserve a pat on the back.

"Well, I actually presumed you'd both gone looking for firewood so hurry up, I wanna make a fire."

Niall quickly goes for a wee, and Louis' eyes meet mine and winks with a grin.

Cocky prick.

Yeah, I'm pretending I'm not hard in my jeans.

Waiting for Niall, Louis' phone goes off, and guilt hits me like a punch to the stomach.

"Hey, baby." Louis answers it, looking back away.

Eleanor.

"Of course. Haz drove us."

I wish my name wasn't mentioned either.

"I miss you, too," Louis replies happily. "I'll see you on Monday, alright?"

I feel awkward, wanting to leave and/or hide.

"I love you, too," Louis smiles. "Bye, baby."

Baby, I think. I want to be someone's baby.

I feel awkward when I look back at Louis when he pockets his phone, but Niall breaks the silence, making a sound of disgust.

"Gross. I don't have time for love."

Louis laughs, and I frown briefly at the floor. Why is that funny? Love is so cute.

What? You can't call love rugged and manly.

"But I love you, Niall." I call over to Niall's cubicle.

He cackles behind it.

"Harry, stop it, that's weird."

"Oh, don't be like that, baby," I whine and Louis smirks, amused. "I can't fight it anymore."

I love winding Niall up. It is so easy.

"Harry!" Niall shouts.

Louis gives me a look as if to say 'do it again'.

"I'm begging you, Niall. I'm yours if you'll have me. I'll do anything to hold you one more time!" I cry out dramatically.

I should be an actor.

"I can handle you talking about dicks and stuff, but not that." Niall laughs, leaving the cubicle.

"You love talking about dicks," I joke, ruffling Nialls hair. "Especially Louis'. Are you sure you don't want him?"

Niall grimaces.

"One: I don't want dicks. Any dicks. I don't want them near me or in me, okay?" Niall calls out at me while washing his hands. "Two: I don't know how Louis fits that thing in anyone."

He fit it in me, I think smugly.

I laugh at Nialls face.

"I'm sure he could make it fit, Niall," I smile sweetly on purpose. "Love conquers all."

"Gross stop talking about dick and love in the same sentence," Niall frowns. "I can't imagine you being in love, H."

What?

They seriously think that about me?

I take instant offence to that sentence, my stomach twisting emotionally.

"I've been in love." I snap.

"With who?" Niall raises his eyebrow, like he doesn't believe it.

"An ex," I reply, a wave of emotion hitting me. "I don't want to talk about it."

And Louis, but I'm not talking about that one because my ex really hurt me. I've blocked it out until this very second, actually.

Who I was baby to. Who I would've stayed forever with.

"Woah, you're actually emotional about this," Niall exclaims, confused. "I'll shut up."

"Please do," I reply, swallowing at my now thick throat. "You guys go for wood. I - I need some time alone."

Niall frowns, looking like I've just grown two heads, and Louis does as well. But he doesn't press it.

"Yeah, sure," Louis says. "We'll see you soon."

Louis pulls Niall out by the arm, and they leave the toilets.

I hang my head over the sink, trying not to cry but I end up blinking at tears.

I decide to leave the toilets and take a walk, sniffling and telling myself to grow up.