You get me dizzy

Chapter 5

Leo steps aside to let Zayn into the tent first. “So do you have any preference as to what color you’d like the shirt to be?”

“Black is fine.” Harry smiles, burying his hands in his pockets and rolling on the balls of his feet.

Leo ducks to get into the tent and finds Zayn cross-legged, digging through his own suitcase.

“So you and Harry seem to be getting along just fine.” Zayn whispers as Leo unzips his own luggage.

Leo shushes him. “What’s your point?”

“You want to-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Leo cuts him off by raising his hand. “He’s-“ he stops, turning his head to look at the entrance of the tent, then lowers his voice “he’s right outside, so I’d appreciate it if you stopped screaming about my s****l desires.”

Zayn laughs. “So you agree that I’m right.”

Leo ignores him and fishes out two shirts, his largest black one and yet another white shirt with the Vans logo on it, which he pulls over his head.

“Just so you know.” Zayn starts, shuffling on his knees towards the entrance. “If you want to pursue your ‘s****l desires’, there are inflatable mattresses available at the shop. You know, in case you want a more…comfortable surface than the sleeping bag.”

Leo tries to find something to smack Zayn over the head with, but by the time he finds his slipper, Zayn is gone and Harry’s head is poking through the entrance.

“Whoa, what a welcoming.” Harry laughs when he sees Leo’ raised slipper.

“s**t, I thought Zayn was still here.”

“He went over to Noah’s to get some more alcohol.”

“Can you like…either go outside or come in because I’m picturing your birth right now…what with your head and everything.” Leo says and motions a circle around Harry’s head with his empty hand.

That makes Harry laugh (!!dimples!!) and unzip the tent to step inside.

Okay, deep breaths. One of the hottest guys Leo’ ever seen is in a closed space that takes about 6.4 cubic meters of space, and he’s-okay, he’s taking off his shirt.

“Here you go.” Leo says and hands him the black shirt.

The flashlight taped to the ceiling is pretty dim but Leo can still see his chiseled pecs and abs and f**k, he has to stop looking.

“Thanks.”

Leo pulls the shirt over his head and straightens it out with the palms of his hands. Are they supposed to go out now? Stay in a bit more? He’s not sure, but he knows for a fact that Harry can’t possibly like the smell in the tent.

“I miss camping.” Harry says, sparing Leo the task of thinking about something to say.

“You miss sleeping like sardines and having to go to the toilet in the woods?” Leo asks, looking for some socks. “f**k, can you hold this flashlight over my bag so I can find some socks?”

Harry takes the small flashlight from the ceiling (of course Zayn only brought one and Leo brought none because he thought Zayn would bring more) and holds it so Leo’ bag is lit up.

Leo gets on his knees in front of his bag and rummages through it.

“I miss doing stuff like that with my family. Before my sister went off to college and my parents buried themselves in work, we used to go camping twice a year. My mother thought it was a good way to bond.”

“Was it?”

Harry laughs and shakes his head. “Not really. We would always fight over who has more space and who gets the blanket, but it was fun. For some reason we kept doing that until Gemma moved to London for college and then I got the deal and we drifted apart.”

Leo would ask him where he actually grew up but they both know that he’s read the Wikipedia page already.

“So do you see them rarely now or-aha!” Leo exclaims when he finds the clean pair he was looking for.

“I mean, I try to get them to as many of my shows as possible whenever I can and I always go home for Christmas and Easter, but that’s about it. We’re all busy…all the time.”

There’s a sadness in his voice that Leo can detect from miles away, so he quickly thinks of a way to shift the conversation to something lighter.

“I went camping with my family once. Never again.”

He toes off his Vans and changes his socks before he asks Harry to shine light once again because apparently now would be a good time for him to also change pants.

“Why never again?” Harry laughs.

“Oh, there were five of us at the time, I was the only boy except of my stepfather and it was chaos.”

“You have four siblings?”

Leo shakes his head. “Six now.”

“Wow. Big family.”

“Yeah. Gotta love ‘em though.” Leo shrugs.

“You and your sister seem pretty close.”

Leo takes out a pair of joggers and sits down to get to work. One of the worst things about living in a tent is definitely having to change clothes, because there’s not enough space to stand up.

“Lottie? Yeah, she’s the oldest.”

“The one who kept screaming into the phone.”

“Right, sorry about that. She’s a huge fan apparently.” Leo says and unbuttons his pants before lifting his ass off to pull them down his legs.

Harry’s on the other side of the tent with his legs crossed under himself (which isn’t even that far because it’s a tent), looking at his face and definitely not his bare legs.

“Not a crazy fan though.” Leo adds, lifting his ass once again to pull the joggers on.

“Do you play football?” Harry asks out of a sudden.

“What? Oh, yeah, I mean, if you count getting together with some friends and kicking around a ball, then sure. But I used to play in school. And uni. Why?”

Harry’s eyes travel down to Leo’ legs for a second. “You have footballer legs.”

And now Leo’ blushing.

“Uh…thanks.”

“I’m sorry-was that-that was creepy, wasn’t it.” Harry nervously laughs and shakes his head at himself.

“No, it’s alright. Flattering even.” Leo assures him with a smile.

It’s quite obvious that Leo has finished what he came into the tent for, but Harry doesn’t point it out, so Leo does.

“So…I’m done with my work here. Do you want to go-“

“Are you?” Harry interrupts.

“Am I what?”

“Done. With your work…here.”

The atmosphere shifts and nearly strangles Leo. Okay, he might be pissed and turned on but Harry’s eyes just fell on his lips for a split of a second. That, or Leo is seeing things. Again.

“Uh…I think so.”

Fuckfuckfuck what is he supposed to do right now? He’d grab him and kiss him right here right now if he wasn’t getting so many mixed signals.

“Don’t you?” he asks, watching Harry’s face.

“I think you should keep your promise.”

Leo frowns. “What promise?”

“If I get your job right we’re doing body shots.”

“Ha!” Leo snorts. “But you didn’t get it right in the first two tries AND Zayn told you.”

Okay, why the f**k is he even arguing this??

Harry bites his lip and shakes his head, smiling.

“But okay.”

Harry’s eyes light up and Leo is absolutely mesmerized about how pretty someone can be after ten hours of festival.

“Do I have something on my face?” Harry asks, pressing his palms against his cheeks.

“Yeah, there’s still some glitter there.” Leo tells him, but they both know he’s lying.

“Where?”

Leo points to the right side of Harry’s face. (Harry had glitter on the left side of his face. They both know it. Neither of them says something.)

“I can’t.” Harry says when he rubs that side and looks down at his palm to find it clean.

“Do you want me to-“ Leo suggests and Harry nods. That’s pretty much everything Leo needs to starts pulling himself with the soles of his feet closer to him.

Harry wraps his fingers around Leo’ ankles and pulls at them, which has Leo sliding over in a second, legs over Harry’s knees and around his sides.

“Just…over here.” Leo lies and flicks the left side of Harry’s face with his fingers.

“I thought it was the other side.” Harry observes and of course his breath has to smell like lemons and mints, of course.

“Yeah I can’t…” Leo trails off, because he swears Harry’s face just came closer.

“You have some too.” Harry points out. They both know he’s lying.

“Really? Where?”

Harry points to his lips and Leo is dead. He’s absolutely-

“Is it safe to open the tent?” they hear Zayn’s voice from outside.

“Yeah you dickhead. I’m just coming out.” Leo says, pulling himself back and away from Harry.

He shifts to his knees as Harry coughs and unzips the tent to meet Zayn. Oh, how he would absolutely love to tell him to f**k off right about now, but the moment is ruined.

“Didn’t you forget your shoes?” Zayn asks and Leo looks down at his socked feet.

“Right, yeah.”

He pushes his head through the opening, just to bump foreheads with Harry, who was on his way out.

“Can you um…hand me my shoes over there?” Leo asks and points to the Vans in the corner.

Harry hands him the shoes. “You know, now I kind of get the whole birth scenario.”

Leo laughs and struggles to put his shoes on while Zayn and Harry wait.

“I really hope you had a good reason for coming back to the tent.” Leo grits his teeth at Zayn once they’re at Noah’s, which, from what it looks like, became the party area of the camp while Leo was gone.

There are people everywhere, laughing and enjoying themselves, but Leo only wants to scream at his best friend.

“I came to find you. Tequila shots.” Zayn tells him and it’s settled, Leo has to strangle him.

“LEO! SHOTS!” he hears Noah scream, so he turns around. He lost Harry, but right now he has to get some sense into himself by taking a few more shots with his favorite person.

“We already did a round of beer pong, where were you?”

“Uh…had to change.” Leo says and spots Harry talking to the same girl he was talking to a couple of nights before who basically laughed in his face for not knowing who ‘Styles’ was.

“Body shots anyone?!”

Leo and Noah look towards the voice. The girl Harry was talking to has him by the hand now and they’re walking over. “Harry’s up for it!”

Noah agrees immediately, bless him, and they empty the biggest table they can find. Two more people, one of them being Zayn, gather around the table for body shots.

“Who wants to go first?” Noah asks and the girl raises her hand.

“Amber wants to.” Harry observes with a smile and Amber pokes her friend in the side as she lays down on the table. She’s already wearing a crop top so she just licks her lips and waits.

“Who wants to do the honors?”

“Harry.” Amber asks and Leo sees her friend fishing out her phone from her pocket, so he gets in front of her to block the view of the phone. It makes his skin crawl, thinking about these people filming Harry just so they can gloat afterwards.

Noah pours Tequila in her belly and she places a slice of lemon in her mouth while Harry sprinkles salt on his hand.

“One, two, three!” Zayn counts down and the music blasts through the speakers as Harry licks the salt off his hand, sucks on her belly, and then lifts his head to take the lemon from her mouth.

Amber is very excited when he gets off the table and walks over to her friend. Meanwhile Zayn urges Leo to do a shot off him and Leo agrees, because why the f**k not.

“Did you get it?” he hears Amber whispering to her friend.

“Not really, this guy was standing in front of the camera.”

“f**k, Bella. You had one job.”

They keep arguing in hushed tones and Leo would love to keep on listening if it weren’t for his best friend laying on a table with his shirt up to his chin.

“Nice tattoos.” Harry observes from his spot next to Noah, who has just been joined by Shawn.

Zayn winks. “Thanks.”

Leo leaves the salt out as he licks Zayn’s belly and goes for the lemon wedged in his mouth.

“Did you just wink at him.” Leo says through gritted teeth as he sucks on the lemon that’s still in Zayn’s mouth.

“He’s hot.”

Leo pulls away and Zayn spits the lemon out in the empty cup before getting up.

Shawn does Noah next and after two more rounds that don’t involve Harry, the two girls tell him that they have to go find some friends but that they’ll be back.

Levi has joined and Harry is eager to pursue him to lay down for a body shot which he wants to drink himself. Once again, salt on the back of his hand, he gets to work.

Leo isn’t really watching, not just because it’s turning him on, but because he’s busy talking to Zayn who is trying to convince him to get on the table and let Harry lick his belly.

“Zayn. Zayn. Right now I’m 90% sure he’s not…interested.”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

It was, until Amber and Bella came along and ate out of the palm of Harry’s hand, who didn’t seem to mind the female attention.

“Leo, babe, please.” Noah invites him and Leo turns around to look at the empty table in front of him.

“Fine.” Leo sighs and sits down on the table before Shawn pushes by his chest to get him to lay down completely so he can take a shot.

Zayn pulls his phone out and starts filming as Leo pulls his shirt up to his pecs.

It tickles Leo’ stomach when he does so and the second the lemon wedge is out of his mouth, he asks Noah for the bottle. How else can he stop thinking about licking Harry’s tattoos if not by taking a small shot straight from the bottle?

“You’re doing amazing sweetie.” Zayn mocks, bending down to get a better angle.

“My turn.” Harry says and Leo looks at Levi, who doesn’t even bat an eye, and then at Noah, who’s already handing over the salt and pouring the Tequila in his belly.

Zayn smirks, still filming. Leo makes a face to get him to stop filming and Zayn understands, even in his inebriated state.

Harry sprays salt all the way from Leo ribcage to his belly.

“Three, two, go!” Noah exclaims and slams his fist against the table. Harry pulls at Leo’ ankles, much like he did back in the tent, to get his ass to the edge of the table so he’s between Leo’ legs.

Leo’ in a trance. He watches Harry’s tongue dart out to his belly to suck the Tequila out, hands on the table on each side of him, before they move up to rest on his waist. There are muscles everywhere and Leo’ mind is foggy.

Harry looks up to meet Leo’ eyes and Leo can see that asshole smirk he’s seen before, f**k him. The eye contact doesn’t break, not even for one second, as Harry trails his tongue up, away from Leo’ belly, following the line of salt.

Leo’ skin isn’t tickling anymore, it’s on f*****g fire, starting with the pool in his belly and ending in the back of his throat where he can feel… everything, everything pulsing through his veins he doesn’t even know what to call it. It’s just everything. Harry’s tongue leaves him cold for a second but then the lemon is grabbed out of his mouth and it’s over. Their lips didn’t even touch, but everything in-between was just…way too much for Leo’ body to handle.

It’s then that he realizes he hasn’t had s*x in…he even lost count. That’s it. It’s the lack of s*x.

He gets up from the table, almost bumping heads with Harry for the second time in twenty minutes, but Harry steps back and takes out the lemon from his mouth, smirking.

“What are you smirking at?” He asks, pulling his shirt back down.

Harry shrugs. “Nothing. Hey, do you want to do me next?”

Leo’ mouth falls open. “What…“Itwouldbemyfuckingpleasure-oh wait, that’s not what you meant“…I don’t think I can go for another shot right now.”

Harry pouts but Noah offers to do it instead, so Leo leaves them be. He’s on a mission to find food and water, but he ends up in Noah’s giant ass tent where people are doing everything but drinking water and eating food.

He somehow ends up smoking a spliff with a few of Noah’s Irish friends and then dances between a guy and a girl who nearly ask him for a threesome, but he gets out in time.

He finds Zayn half an hour later chatting with Shawn over a cigarette and pulls out one of his own. Shawn lights it for him before he starts up a conversation Leo wasn’t expecting.

“Do you want me to ask Noah to invite Harry tomorrow as well?”

Leo chokes on his cigarette. “What? No.”

His train of thought is interrupted when he sees Harry talking to Amber, who gets on her tiptoes to hug him before she leaves once again. She’s got glitter on her face and Harry can see some of it in Harry’s hair and temples, which doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

Great, so that mystery is cleared up.

“I need to take a piss.” Leo says and leaves, cigarette in one hand, gin and tonic in the other.

The toilets are empty except for one cubicle which is closed and has moans coming out of it, so Leo speeds things up and leaves, wishing that were him. Not even with Harry, literally with someone. Anyone.

In his drunken state, he makes a deal with himself that he’ll literally stick his tongue down the throat of the next person he sees. The plan has to wait though, because he needs to sit down right now. He starts walking and as soon as he spots a few deserted camping tables and chairs by the fence next to the shower truck, he walks over.

He sips on his drink as he checks i********: and Twitter. Coachella is trending but he’s too drunk to check, so he composes a message to Lottie.

Leo: wathcy doinghg

Lottie: are u drunk at 10 in the morning??

Leo checks the time, then leans against the table for stability.

Leo: itss 2an hwere

Lottie: then why are you texting your sister

Lottie: when you could be doing other stuff

Leo wants to ask what stuff, but he hears a commotion a few meters away and looks up to see Harry walking down the steps of the shower, looking confused.

“Fuck.” He mutters and sits up on the table, leaning back against his palms to observe.

Harry looks around confused, before he walks back up the stairs. He disappears for a few minutes, then a shower goes off, then it stops. Leo looks over to the camp site where faint music can be heard and decides to text Zayn to ask him where he is.

Just as he sends the text, his phone beeps.

Zayn: wehrheh are uuuu

“Leo?”

Fuck.

He looks up. “Yeah.”

Harry is walking over now, running a hand through his hair, looking ridiculous in that tight shirt that’s actually Leo’.