"Oh," It was a simple form of expressing shock and it hardly came close to the amount that the younger of the two was in; yet it was practical and effective at his loss of words. The older boy's breathing began to cease as he gave an utter frank stare, his throat feeling as if it had been covered with a heavy powder and rubbed raw with a cactus. Neither spoke with words, merely eyes. The looks were heavily laced with alcohol and glossed, yet both knew the exchanging glances' meanings within a heartbeat. It was always that way between the two, their own secret communication.
A heavy, thick smog of an awkward silence began to creep lazily through the air like a lazy fog on a cold morning, and instantly Louis regretted waking the younger, hungover boy. What was there to say now that they had realized what they had done? It wasn't that Lou regretted the hookup, far from it in fact; it was the way it had happened. Both boys loved one another with such a passion that the media and world had not yet seen between two famous boys in the heavy spotlight, and everyone had sensed they would hook up before long and were waiting as wolves would at a helpless and wounded animal. In a sense, that was the situation. The wolves sensed something wrong with the animal, it was weak and wounded with a festering complication that couldn't be covered up nor healed, so they gathered. They gathered at the animal like hungry, desperate scavenging vultures, ready to fight to the very brink of death if necessary to get to the meat first. That was always the case in both the real world and the wild; everyone was greedy to feast at the weakness of others. If the couple's secret was to get out, the media was going to flog to them with such a force none of them could even fathom to imagine. It was in the same context, wolves flocking to a wounded animal as the media would to the two boys. The same.
Often enough, Zayn would joke about how he could see the two obviously smitten boys hooking up during a drunken stupor, and it made Louis cringe at the thought that Zayn was right and therefor there would be an ensuing slue of laughter and gloating. And before he was aware that Harry's tired, alcohol-laced greens were still watching him with a glossy-eyed intensity that made Louis rather uncomfortable and unable to breathe, he had already begun to cringe rather obviously at the thought. Instantly, Louis dropped his eyes and turned to focus on a stain on the wrinkled sheets. "I'm going to shower." And with those simple, desperate words, he broke the fog of a silence that had rested among their heads, threatening to choke within their throats if either spoke. The fog's threats were hollow, and it disappeared along with the older of the two.
