Harry's POV:

Shit!

The only positive thing about this nerdy clothes, was that I was able to cover my bulge with the shirt. London really had a very ... intense effect on me? Honestly, It's been a long time since I had a morning wood last... at least it wasn't a girl who caused it. Maybe porn or a hot dream, but it was a long time ago, like I said, that the sight of an ass was causing it grow hard.

The closing of the compartment brought me back to reality, as London closed the fridge, turning around. I quickly placed my hand over my lap, as a double protection.

"Here you go." The sight of London's hand closed tightly around the banana, didn't make the situation really easier for me.

I had to focus on my hunger... I really had to.

"Thank you," I thanked her, taking the banana with my free hand and tormenting a smile on my lips.

I would have liked to run away screaming. But instead I had to do something to get rid of this thing. After I was sure that London had sat down again and no one could see my bump under the shirt, I started to peel the banana with my shaky hands. I bit my lower lip nervously and pushed my glasses in 10 second intervals up further my nose.

"Is everything okay with you, Marcel ?" London asked me puzzled, looking at me questioningly.

"E-everything's fine!" I tried to stay calm, because my instincts of a men raised the alarm and I would most like to jump up directly ontop of London.

God, Styles what are you thinking ! Stop it!

God! I have to do something !

Immediately I had wound down the banana.

"I wanted to thank you again, Marcel, you were there for me yesterday ... and maybe you're even right, celebrities may are really not as arrogant as I'm sometimes thinking it. Harry Styles has indeed proved it to me yesterday, without him I would have probably never come out there ... you can thank him for it, because now I can understand you a bit more, " What? Sure, London, right now I'm thanking myself for letting you out ... but hey, I just got a few other worse problems.

"If I get the chance, " I joked, and thus made her laugh. However, as much as I loved to hear her laugh. "C -can I u-use the toilet ?" I asked her with a trembling voice. I have to get out of here and you have to disappear quickly ... I thought, as I was thinking of my friend who made me appear like an idiot.

"Sure, the toilet in the first floor is the second door on the right." Oh God, so close to the kitchen? Fuck.

I could only hope that London would not look after me, to check if I was doing well.

I immediately jumped down from the stool and practically ran into the hallway. I quickly found the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I frantically looked around, searching for their handkerchiefs. Toilet paper also makes it. As soon as possible I made sure that both the neighbors, as well as London, if she would have come up with the idea to look through the keyhole, couldn't see me. When I was sure enough, I pulled down my nerdy pants, so they circled around my ankles. Soon my boxers followed.

Crap, I need something slippery. For some reason my thoughts made me chuckle. In the bathroom cabinets I found what I was looking for and distributed some of it on my hand.

Now or never!

London made ​​me ... really ... hard. I cupped my best piece and began to move slowly up and down my hand. Then I was getting faster and faster ... In the midst of pleasure and in my own fantasy movies, I suddenly heard the voice of the main character.

"Marcel? Are you alright ? " Shit ! Shit ! Shit !

"Y- yes, uh, I'm, uh, I'm f -fine, " I whispered throughout moaning.

"Okay, well then, I just heard weird noices !" Oh God...

"Yeah, uh, the uh- uh I guess the toilet is broken, but I want to get rid of it, do not w- worry uhhh," I lied.

"Then why are you making such strange noises ? " No, not now...Oh Jeus Christ!

London's voice gave me the rest.  I even needed to cover my own mouth, in order not to fill the whole house with my groaning. London asked me countless times if everything was okay and when I had quiet reached a regular breathing rhythm, I finally answered.

"I- It's not as easy as you think it is ... I have to take care of the toilet flushing ,d- do not worry, "

"Okay, just wanted to make sure you are okay." As her footsteps faded into the kitchen, I cleared away the mess that I had made and threw everything in the trash can next to the towel rack.

While I was washing my hands, I noticed that my cheeks were red like tomatoes. I desperately tried to cool them down with some cool water, but it didn't help. Well, then I have to face London just the way I look right now, maybe she wont even notice.

I once again scanned the bathroom, just to make sure. Okay, all cleaned up.

In the kitchen, I met my friend and asked her if I should help her cleaning up the dishes. Luckily we didn't talk about the previous situation again.

"You don't need to, Marcel, I'm almost done, " she smiled at me as she bent down to the dishwasher ... Thank God, I went to the toilet before, otherwise I would have an even bigger problem right now.

***

After the interview, Louis, Eleanor and I decided that we should drive over to my house, to order us something to eat. I really wanted some super fancy Thai or Chinese. Pasta, yeah pasta would be great. El and Louis sat down on the big couch in the living room, while I ordered us our individual meals from a Chinese restaurant.

"Styles, come over here," Louis' girlfriend called me, after I hung up. "Louis told me some things about you, you little lovebird. "

You haven't dared, Louis.

I gave my best friend a killing look. He just shrugged his shoulders and put an arm around Eleanor. I decided after this busy day to take a shower and made ​​my way to the bathroom. What events had already played in those surroundings. I smiled but blushed slightly. Before I stepped into the shower, the doorbell rang. Wow, that was very quick with the food. I thought I heard El shouting that she was so hungry...but I just wanted to quickly take a shower to eat my pasta in a warm state.

Eleanor's POV :

I was so hungry and sprinted as fast as possible towards the door. But when I opened it, it was not the supplier who was standing at the door, but a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes, who was nervously biting her lip.

"You are not the supplier, " I was disappointed and frowned.

"No, I'm London, Scarlet-London, " She sounds like James Bond.

My name is Bond, James Bond. I chuckled because of my stupid thoughts. But she seemed very nice.

"So you're the new love of Harry?" I asked her .

London looked at me blankly. Her blue eyes sparkled as she released her lip from her teeth.

"Oh c'mon, don't be shy, I'm Eleanor ! " I smiled politely.

 Finally she dared to say something ... even though it was rather a quiet, trembling voice...

"W-who's Harry?"

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