Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
HARRY'S P.O.V.
                          
I wake up in the morning to an unfamiliar touch and my eyes shoot open in shock. It's Cara.
                          
"What's going on?"
                          
When I try to sit up, I'm constricted by Louis' arm which is draped over my chest as he sleeps.
                          
"I'm sorry; I didn't want to wake you up but El said that I should so we can do something today. If me and her are seen without you two, then..."
                          
Her voice trails off as if she's trying not to offend me.
                          
"...then people will think Louis and I are in here doing exactly what we're doing?"
                          
I finish her sentence to assure her that I wasn't annoyed by her referring to my relationship with Louis.
                          
"Yes. So, are we going to the beach today?"
                          
"Sure. Just go in the other room and get ready with Eleanor or something and I'll get Louis up. We're not exactly dressed."
                          
She turns red and scurries out of the room, apologizing. I roll onto my side and kiss Louis' forehead softly. I hate waking him up, but at least I could do it nicely.
                          
"Lou, we have to get up."
                          
I trail kisses down his face and onto his neck, gaining a sleepy moan from him. He doesn't move though, so I reach down and softly stroke his already hard member as I find his lips with mine. He kisses me back, raising one hand to rest it on my cheek. I pull away, lingering over him.
                          
"Well, since you're awake, we need to get up so we can go to the beach."
                          
"Oh, I heard Cara. I just like how you wake me up."
                          
I laugh and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed. I hold his hands above his head and start to grind my hips into his as I growl into his neck. I stop myself before I get too carried away.
                          
"Come on, Lou. Let's go take a shower."
                          
I hop off of him and pull the sheets down, exposing both of our naked bodies. I make myself stand up before I lose any self control I still have. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth while Louis is still in bed, but I hear him call from the room not much later.
                          
"Hazza!"
                          
I peek around the doorway at him and he's looking at his phone, fear in his face. I pull my toothbrush out of my mouth so that I can speak.
                          
"What is it?"
                          
"I have 30 missed calls from Modest and about 20 messages from Liam, Zayn, and Niall. I guess everyone realizes that you're here."
                          
"Well, we knew that was coming. We probably should have checked our phones a bit more."
                          
I walk back into the bathroom and rinse out my mouth. I pull on a pair of boxers from my bag and walk back over to Louis.
                          
"I'm going to call Liam first."
                          
He dials the number and puts it on speaker.
                          
"Louis?!"
                          
"And Harry. We're both here. You're on speaker."
                          
"Where the hell have you guys been? We've been trying to call-"
                          
"Yes, we saw! What's up?"
                          
"What's up? WHAT'S UP? Have you not seen the papers, or twitter, or ANYTHING?"
                          
"What are you talking about Liam?"
                          
"Just go on twitter before you call Jason. He's walking in though, I gotta go."