Locker 17

Chapter 79

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*Harry's POV*

Louis' still drenched in sweat from head to toe when he takes off his clothes. He lays his damp clothes on the wooden bench and steps into one of the shower stalls. I go back and check if the door is locked right. I'm not taking any chances of being interrupted in the middle of an orgasm.

"What are you doing?" I ask Louis when I find him shampooing his hair after I enter the shower, naked already of course.

"Taking shower what else?" The smirk on his face tells me that he knows those aren't my intentions.

"You know that isn't my purpose here, don't you?" My eyes trail up and down his wet naked body in front of me. I'll never get tired of this view, ever. He lets go of the small shampoo bottle and pushes me against the tile wall. Even though he's small, he's got tremendous force but he isn't going to do what he wants to. I'll let him tease for a little while but not let him get too far.

He has me pinned against the wall, letting the water coming out of the shower head turn slightly cold the longer we stay in here. Right now he's doing his best at meeting my height with his as best as he can, he isn't able to though.

I look down at our lengths that are sprung up. As soon as he realises what I'm looking at he grabs both of our lengths in his small hand, rubbing them against each other. Where the hell does he get these ideas? I lick my lips at the overwhelming sensation, I want to let him tease more but I can't let him anymore.

"Turn around Harry." Louis demands. He really wants to do this? In a shower? Now the teasing doesn't seem too bad. Maybe a little more teasing wouldn't hurt.

I turn around, obeying his command, pressing my hands on the wall. My hair at this point is soaking wet along with the rest of my body and Louis'. He presses his front against my back. I can feel his size at the crack of my arse.

"Not today." I turn around before he can go any further. I grab him by his arms and push him, making him walk backwards to the opposite wall of the shower. His lips are parted in disbelief of what I just did but soon are parting with a moan coming out of them.

"You fucking-" He's unable to finish his insult to me. This isn't the most comfortable position in the world, why not change it.

My hands wrap around the bottom of his thighs, pulling him up on to me. I use the wall to support his weight with his back against it. I then move my hands further up his thighs to the point where I'm no longer grabbing his thighs but his fine arse. I bite at my bottom lip and thrust my hips into him.

*Louis' POV*

I wrap my arms around his neck making it easier for him to support my weight on his arms. I swoop my head down taking in his moan in my mouth. My lips crash into him with no warning. Both of our lips and tongues moving in sync with each other. The tugging at his hair in inevitable.

"I'm s-sorry Louis." He moans out. Knowing that there might be someone wanting to use the shower at any moment I cover his mouth with my hand, the moans being muffled into it. He's sorry? There's really nothing to be sorry for, at least not now. Harry won't let it go until I do some bad shit that makes us even.

"I'm sorry too." I whisper into his ear. He thrusts a final time. Little does he know that I've already come to my high minutes before he did.

"I love you so fucking much Louis, so much." His whimpers and mine are all that are heard over the sound of the running water hitting the floor.

Harry finally puts me down and rushes over to get the last bit of the warm water that's left to clean off.

It doesn't take long for Harry and I to get our clothes on and leave the gym. To my surprise there was no one in sight in the halls or the gym. That letting me feel more calm about what just happened. No worrying about anyone hearing us or anything.

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"You want me to drop you off at your house? Or would you prefer coming to my house to take another shower or here in the car?" He winks and his smirk is well spread across his face.

"I think that's enough for today...unless you want to switch spots?" I know he'll say no, that being the only reason why I say it, so he has no other option but to take me home.

"Then I can wait until next time." And there we go. "Anyway, are you looking forward to that stupid trip to France?" Stupid? If anything he was more excited than me.

"I still have to check somethings with my mum if I can go or not." I lie. Lately I've been so busy I haven't gotten around to the doctor so he can clear me. Last thing I need is Harry questioning me about what I have or why I need to be cleared.

"Oh. Do you think we have enough money to go for the two weeks?" He does his best to sound the least interested about it. Sadly he fails at it.

"Not even close. We barely have enough money for a week, there's no way on earth we can afford another week. So much for spending Valentine's day in Paris huh?"

"How much money is needed for it all? Not that I'm interested at all, just curious." He fails again.

"A few thousand euros."

"Why that much?"

"The tours, the food, the places we're staying at with the french families etc."

"Hell no I'm not sleeping in a house full of strangers, just letting you know that. We're getting a place of our own while we're there deal?"

"I'm not sure if I'll go Harry." I blurt out. It's true. Seeing Harry this enthusiastic for it and for me to then cancel his plans would be bad enough if I keep giving him false hope.

"You will, trust me." We're at my houses' driveway when he assures me I'll go to Paris. If only he knew.

"See you tomorrow." I tell him as I get out of the car.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He waits in the driveway until I enter my house, being able to see him smiling from the inside.

"Why are you home late?" My mum calls out from inside the living room. She's seated in her armchair reading one of her favourite novels.

"Long story." I simply answer back. I'm not going to go into further details behind that long story.

*Harry's POV*

When I see Louis close his front door, knowing he's inside his house already, I slip my phone out of my pocket to make a call. I take deep breaths before calling who I really never thought I'd be asking for help from.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hey Dad, it's Harry." The only reason why I'm actually calling him dad is to kiss ass so he can buy into what I want.

"Harry! What made you call? Was it your mum?" Always assuming it's my mum who forces me to call him, psh like I ever do call him.

"No, this isn't about her at all. I need a favour."

"Favour? What is it?"

"I need some money for something that came up."

"What exactly is that something?" I do my best at trying to keep myself calm to attempt to not piss him off.

"A school trip."

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