When Louis woke up that Friday morning he wasn’t sure whether what had happened was real or not. However, a thing he was absolutely sure of was that his cotton pajamas were sticky and uncomfortable.
He gasped when he pulled them down in the bathroom and saw that he had in fact jizzed his pajama bottoms. He felt like he could cry out of anger and frustration.
And the fact that he’d dreamt of Harry kissing him didn’t have anything to do with it, did it? He was freaking out and he had to be downstairs for breakfast in fifteen minutes.
Now is not the time for a gay freak-out.
Who said anything about being gay?
Oh my God, I’m going to hell.
And it’s all Harry’s fault.
Louis made a promise to himself not to talk to Harry Styles ever again; that would start as soon as he delivered the jack
