Delicious

                                    

                                          
A/N: I've been uploading like so much recently, but there haven't been like pictures like i'd usually have and i'm also writing most of these on my phone. If there are like hella mistakes that's why, but i'll get around to like editing and adding the pictures eventually! I'm just in such a writing streak right now. 
Harry's POV:
After Louis left last night, I passed out so quick. I was too tired and confused to even process what had happened. It all went by so quickly. One moment I was in the shower overthinking my friendship with Louis, and the next he's at my door looking all hot and bothered, staring at me hungrily. 
It was insanity, is what it was. I thought back to all the moments we've shared as friends. The laughs, the trips, the deep conversations. He's the friend I go to when I need to cry or when I need to not be alone. He's the friend I go to when I'm excited and talkative, and when I need a good laugh. He's my Louis, my best friend. In no universe should I know how good he tastes. 
I had no idea what this meant for us either, and as I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair, I didn't dare think about it. I needed to be cool about this, act like that wasn't completely weird and life changing. 
Life changing in one way, that it would change our relationship forever, but also that I don't think i'll ever suck a dick better than his, truly. I blushed. I shouldn't be thinking this about him, it was inappropriate on so many levels. 
That wave of anxiousness hit me again as I walked out of the elevator over to breakfast. Louis was already there, eating strawberries as usual. My stomach flipped as he looked up at me, something unreadable in his expression. I sat next to him, awkwardly. 
Fuck, why was this so awkward. 
The tension was real, and nearly suffocating. 
"Sleep well?" I ask after a few moments, too scared to meet his gaze again. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, was pretty tired when I got to my room," he explained, voice dipping lower and quieter. I wanted to die. 
"Is that so?" I asked, feeling the air between us shift. "Mhm, been a while since I've been so knocked out," he went on. I swallowed, thick and dry. "Any reason?" I asked, crossing into dangerous water. He cleared his throat again and accidentally banged his silver wear against his plate. Liam shot him a look. 
"You're funny," he finally responded, shoving another strawberry in his mouth. I smirked, the awkwardness fading slightly. 
"Going to eat?" He asked, finishing his last berry. "Not that hungry, still a bit full from last night." I snuck a glance and saw as his eyes widened. Then he choked on the berry, turning into a coughing fit. I cringed and placed a hand hesitantly on his back as he coughed. 
"Jesus, you good mate?" Zayn asked, looking at him half concerned and half annoyed. Louis collected his bearings and took a swig of milk, glaring at me as he gathered his dishes and left the table. I sat there, a whole mixture of emotions as I watched him leave. What the fuck is going on right now?
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I assumed that last night would've helped ease this weird attraction thing I have for Louis, but it worsened it so much more. Now, every time I see him i'm reminded of the way he moaned when he came. It keeps echoing through my mind, all the way down to my stomach and swimming at the very pit of it.