3-No control

                                    

                                          
Harry woke up with a grunt. His head was killing him. He opened one eye to glare at the boy beside him. Louis was also awake and by the look of it, as hungover as Harry. Suddenly last night's event flooded through his mind and he went cold. This was embarrassing. They had really made out. Jesus fucking christ! 
                          
"Do you want painkillers?" Louis asked with his morning voice. 
                          
"I'll kill for it." Harry answered raspy which made Louis laugh. 
                          
"Aoch! Son of a bitch! My head!" Louis whined. 
                          
"Keep it down Lewis. My head!" Harry complained. 
                          
"You're lucky I'm hangover. I will get you back for calling me that some other time." Louis smirked and rolled out of bed. He slowly walked into Harry's bathroom and came back shortly with two painkillers and a glass of water and handed them to Harry. 
                          
Harry sat up in bed and took the pills that were offered to him. He swallowed them down with a sip of water. 
                          
"Good boy. I'm gonna take a quick shower. I suggest you do the same. You look like shit." Louis grinned before leaving Harry's room. 
                          
"So do you!" Harry shouted after him and immediately regretted it because his head hurt. 
                          
He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He stripped out of his boxers and turned the shower on. The warm water made wonders and he felt much better after the shower. He couldn't help but think about the drunken kiss. It had been amazing. But Louis acted normal. It seemed like he had done what he had suggested they do, forget about it and Harry would do the same. He didn't want things to be awkward between them. He just had to get over the feelings he might have towards his best friend. That was just creepy. No, that was not the right word. He admitted that it was scary. But the kiss hadn't meant anything to Louis. With a sigh, he put some clothes on and decided to cook a good hangover breakfast instead. 
                          
Louis entered the kitchen. His hair was still wet from the shower. Harry thought he looked sexy as hell and mentally facepalmed. Louis smiled brightly when he spotted Harry by the stove cooking scrambled eggs and bacon. 
                          
"You're a mindreader Hazza!"
                          
"Yeah? Breakfast's ready. Grab some plates?" Harry smiled. 
                          
Louis went to the cabinet and took two plates out before he let Harry fill them with eggs and bacon. 
Louis went to the kitchen table and put the plates down before he picked up two forks and knives from the top drawer. In the meantime, Harry was making two cups of tea. 
Louis sat down and started to eat and Harry soon joined him. They ate in silence for a while before Louis looked up at Harry. 
"This is great Haz. Thank you." Harry just hummed in return. 
                          
"So..." Louis looked nervous. "We're okay, right? Last night was pretty stupid." Louis chuckled nervously. 
                          
Harry gave him a reassuring smile. 
"We're okay. We can forget about it if that's what you want?" 
                          
Louis stared into Harry's eyes for a while like he was searching for something. "You're a great kisser. The girls are lucky!" He blurted out and immediately blushed. 
                          
Harry choked on the food and started to cough. Louis grinned at him. 
"Uhm, thanks? You're not so bad yourself!" Harry finally answered with a smirk which made Louis laugh. 
                          
"Fuck, this is awkward. Let's just forget about it." Louis put his hands over his face to hide his blushed cheeks. "I can't believe I did that! I'll never drink again!"
                          
"It's fine Lou. We both did it. No worries. All forgotten. It didn't mean anything, right? Best friends?" Harry tried his hardest to act naturally. Louis was clearly ashamed.