Archive of Our Own

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"Cut! That's a wrap for today, thank you everybody!" The crew all muttered some polite words as they walked around set and calmed down.

"Good work today, Lou." Niall said with a pat on the back as Louis wrapped a dressing gown around himself.

He shuffled off to his dressing room with Niall. "Yeah, thanks. I feel disgusting and 'm gonna go have a shower."

"What, didn't like him?" Niall joked with a light nudge.

"Little too...vanilla? I dunno, maybe I'm complaining about nothing. I just—all the shit I've done lately are very vanilla and bland, y'know?" Louis tried as they entered the room with Louis' name on the door.

"Don't blame yourself for being kinky." Niall joked. "But it is my job to make sure everyone on set is feeling safe, so if they don't feel comfortable we can't push it."

Louis nodded. "Yeah, I know. I want something more, maybe not through work, I'm just single and kinky, okay?"

"I get it, but you're never not gonna be single unless you actually put yourself out there." Niall suggested.

"No," Louis shook his head, "I've tried relationships, it always ends poorly. They always act like it's my fault. I'm sorry, but I love my job and if you don't feel secure enough, you can go fuck yourself."

"Right, sure, but maybe you should give people a chance before telling them you're a pornstar." Niall offered as he grabbed a towel for Louis.

Louis turned to face him before going into the bathroom. "I'm not a pornstar, I just happen to do porn."

"You also happen to be one of the highest paid 'person who happens to do porn' in the world." Niall said with air quotes as Louis stepped in the shower.

"Sure, but I think that puts me in a place where I'm not meant to find a boyfriend." Louis said as steam filled the shower and he lathered the shampoo.

"Lou, listen, you're loveable, you're funny, you're sassy, you're fit, and you film well for sex. What more could a guy want?" Niall offered as he scrolled through his phone.

Louis laughed brightly. "Wow, you truly do know every desire of every gay man."

"Well, apparently gay men like you if you're making that sort of money. Or they like your dick."

Louis finished up his shower and stepped out with just a towel around his waist. "They like all of me, dick included, physically. My personality isn't something of desire, Horan."

"Sure it is... for somebody." He offered when Louis gave him a knowing look. "You just need someone who doesn't get jealous, is patient, and can keep up with your sass."

"Right, I'm sure that exists." Louis said as he pulled on a jumper and jeans.

Niall tossed him a jacket and they headed for the door. "I'm telling you, your perfect person definitely exists, you just gotta stop pushing people away."

"Listen, I don't push people away." Louis scoffed as he waved goodbye to some of the crew still on set.

Niall rolled his eyes as he held the door open for his coworker. "So what happened with Luke?" Though Niall already knew the answer.

"He—okay, I didn't push him away. He wanted me to quit my job! I'm not going to quit my job for someone, I love what I do." Louis defended himself as he reached for his keys.

"You dated him for over a year." Niall reminded as if Louis had potentially forgotten the one long term relationship he's ever had.

"Thank you, Niall." Louis scoffed. "He was ashamed I did what I do, and he was insecure and degrading. He told me to quit porn and get a real job, as if I didn't make more money than him. He tried to refuse to let me film, like, what?"

"I know, I was there." Niall chuckled as Louis reached his car.

Louis scoffed, opening the door. “Yeah, wouldn’t have made it out of that one alive if it weren’t for you.”

“You give me too much credit.” Niall laughed, patting Louis’ shoulder. "See your arse on Thursday."

"Bet you're counting down the days, perv." Louis laughed lightly as he sat in his car. He sat there for a moment as it warmed up in the cold winter air, mind running with thoughts from the day. The boring twink that fucked him, the thought of never finding love and dying alone, whether or not there's still chicken fingers in the fridge. Busy thoughts.

Once home, he ate the chicken fingers in front of the television, he was watching Grease as the sun set. Yes, he made a shitload of money, but he was just himself. He had no one to provide for, no boyfriend to spend money on, no kids, no pets, nothing. He bought him mum a house, he bought each of his sisters a car, but that was last year, and he had much more money now. It was lonely as he looked around his home, clean, furnished, but still somehow empty.

—♡—

The next morning he went to go volunteer at the nursing home, that was what he often did on his days off since he didn't really have anyone to talk to. It also helped that old people didn't really know who he was, if they did that was more a reflection on them than it was on him.

"Louis, can you bring Ms. Daniels her meds?" Liam instructed, he was coordinator for the nursing home, he was in charge of all the volunteers and day staff. Louis walked to her room with a paper cup of three pills, he opened the door to find her doing some needlepoint and sipping her tea.

"Ah, darling. You're back." She said with a kind smile.

"I'll always come back for you, love." Louis said handing her the meds. "How have you been?"

She shrugged with a passive look. "Ehh, but better now that you're here. They are running low on volunteers and I fear Liam is wearing himself thin. Luckily there's a bunch new volunteers coming tomorrow from the secondary school, maybe you can show them the ropes."

"I actually can't, I'm working tomorrow. I'll be here Friday, though." Louis offered as he poured her some more tea.

"I must've forgotten what you do for work dear." She questioned as she took a long sip of her tea.

Louis took a deep breath. "I work in the film industry."

"Oh, how exciting. You're an actor. Don't forget me when you get big." She smiled cheerfully and unknowingly.

"Will do, Ms. Daniels." Louis said standing with a nod. "I really should go tend to others, let me know if you need anything more."

She stood and slowly rushed to her table where her purse was laying and pulled out a couple notes. "Here, for your troubles."

"No, it's quite alright." Louis shook his head politely. There was no easy way to say, 'No, you don't need to give me money because I'm actually quite successful for taking it up the arse'.

She shook her head as she took his hand and put the notes in his hand. "Nope, I know how hard it is to be an actor and you're volunteering here for free, you deserve something."

"Ms. Daniels, I can't take this. But thank you, I do enjoy our time together. I'll see you on Friday." Louis insisted as he put the notes down.

"Alright, I'll make you some biscuits for Friday instead." She offered with a smile as Louis left the room before tending to the next room. He loved volunteering at the nursing home because everyone was happy to see him, they were all so friendly, and they didn't know that he was rich for showing his dick on camera. Old people were great.

After helping Mr. Peterson find his wallet, bringing Mrs. Willen to her daughter's car, hosting bingo in the lobby and fixing a wheelchair, he finally left around 7. Most of the residents had gone to bed by then so there wasn't much for him to do after that point.

"Thanks for all your help today, Louis." Liam said with a nod.

"No worries, I'll be back Friday. I heard from Ms. Daniels that you are getting more volunteers tomorrow, that's exciting." Louis said trying to lengthen their conversation so he wouldn't have to go home.

Liam nodded and put his clipboard under his arm. "Yeah, a few more volunteers, I've harassed a few of my friends to come aswell. I don't know if they'll come since I've been begging them since forever, but we'll see."

"Alright, can't wait to meet them all. Let me know if you need anything." Louis said with a wave as he headed to his car.

"Will do, bye." Liam waved back before stopping. "Oh, after you're done volunteering on Friday, did you wanna go for drinks? My friends and I go out every Friday, you're welcome to join."

"Really? I mean, I don't want to intrude." Louis clarified, he knew that his personality could be a bit much sometimes, so he was surprised to be invited someplace for non sexual reasons.

Liam shook his head. "Nope, you're not intruding if I'm inviting you. I've known you for years, I think we're friends, right? Anyways, you'll love my friends."

"Okay, thanks." Louis said gratefully, it was exciting. 

"You're welcome to invite your friends if you want, aswell." Liam offered.

Louis froze, he didn't really have any friends. He had childhood friends he hadn't talked to in years, Oli, Roberto, Jake, but they all lived back in Donny. 

He had Niall, he was the intimacy coordinator on set, a coworker that made sure everyone was comfortable getting fucked.

Was he a friend? Sure. They laughed, they talked, Niall has seen him naked and helped him out of a shitty relationship that could’ve ended much worse than it did. So yeah, Niall was probably his best friend.

He nodded. "Right, thanks." As he drove home he geared up to ask Niall to go to the pub on Friday. Although the pair were best friends, Louis still felt awkward asking him to hang out, not wanting to be rejected, even though deep down he knows he wouldn’t be.

'Hey Niall, I know you just watched me eat some lad's arse, but do you wanna go for drinks on Friday?'

It wasn't a very good option, but it's what he had.

—♡—

"You alright?" Niall asked after they wrapped the next day, Louis was towelling himself off.

"Peachy." Louis spoke sarcastically, wincing at the spots that would turn to bruises in the coming days.

"Was a little rough?" Niall asked knowing the answer, he watched it happen.

"Nah, I like it rough, he just put his hands in weird spots, not used to bruises there." Louis said as he pulled on his dressing gown.

"Right, want me to keep a lookout for next time? Can stop him if he hold you like that again." Niall offered as he handed Louis a water.

"S'alright, I'll be fine." Louis said as they entered his dressing room. "Oh, I had a question for you though."

Niall nodded for him to continue. 

"Uh, I got invited out for drinks by someone, he said I could invite friends. Did you want to come?" Louis asked nervously. What if Niall didn't think they were friends? No, that was silly, he’s heard Niall call him his best friend.

He really shouldn't be nervous now, ten minutes ago he was in a very revealing position in front of a camera and the whole crew, but this was quite revealing too, just emotionally revealing.

"Oh yeah, you mean thirdwheel a date?" Niall chuckled as Louis headed for the shower.

"No, 's not a date. He goes for drinks every Friday with his friends and he invited me." Louis explained as the water warmed up.

"And you want me to make sure he's not a murderer or you don't get trafficked?" Niall asked loudly over the sound of the water.

Louis spat out some of the water that fell into his mouth. "No, I've known him for years. He works at a nursing home. He said I could invite someone, I'm inviting you, because we're friends?"

Niall smiled at that. "Why wouldn't we be friends? I've literally watched you get pounded for like, three years. Lou, you know you’re my best mate."

"Thanks for phrasing it like that, much appreciated." Louis rolled his eyes in the shower.

"Anytime, bestie." Niall teased.

As Louis stepped out of the shower he breathed out a sigh of relief that Niall felt the same, they were friends and not just coworkers.

"Wait, do you mind not telling them what I do? Or what you do for that matter?" Louis asked suddenly as he pulled on his pants and trousers.

Niall gave him a weird look. "Why not?"

"I—I don't want him to know I do porn, technically I work for him and I fear he'll fire me if he finds out." Louis admitted.

"You work at a nursing home? What is your life?" Niall laughed loudly.

Louis smiled and shook his head. "I just volunteer there when I have days off. Just don't tell them, please?"

"I won't, I won't. I'll be Reginald Leonard, an international spy." Niall said in character.

Louis gave him a weary look. "Or, hear me out, you could be Niall Horan and have a normal career."

"Fine, I'll be a personal chef, I work for Lewis Capaldi."

"Ni, why?"

"Fine, I'll be an astronaut. This is fun." 

"You're going to be an architect, I'm a teacher or summat." Louis said tossing on a shirt.

"You couldn't be a teacher, you drive a rich person car and your house is massive. Nah, you're like a lawyer."

"Fine, I'm a lawyer. Just, don't be too obvious that we're lying." Louis pleaded with the fake blonde.

Niall ruffled Louis' hair. "Don't worry little Lou, you've got nothing to worry about."

That worried him a little.

Chapter Text

"Wake up, wake up." Liam said hitting him with a pillow.

"It's bad enough you made me volunteer yesterday after work at my actual job, but you want me to volunteer today too?" Harry groaned into the blanket. "Wait, did you let yourself into my flat? Why are you in my room?"

"Nah, I knocked but some chick let me in. You got lucky last night? On a Thursday?" Liam questioned as he put the pillow down.

"Oh shut it, I was lonely and horny." Harry scoffed as he slowly got out of bed and went to his closet to put some clothes on. "So, she left?"

"Yeah, said not to tell you though." Liam said checking his reflection in the mirror. "So, you coming to volunteer today?"

"I have work in the morning, but I'll come around at three." Harry offered, he had the second half of the day off today, but normally he worked until five at the earliest.

"Great, I have someone I want you and Zayn to meet today. He's volunteered for years, and he's coming for drinks tonight." Liam said

Harry wasn't happy with the addition. "What? You can't just invite your date to our drinks night!"

"Uh, I think I can and I did." Liam sassed back, "Also, he's not my date. He's not my type, too sunny and short and I dunno, sweet? Innocent?"

"Right, your type isn't just anything that moves." Harry teased.

Liam gave him a stern look. "Watch it, you're one to speak. You'll just fuck any girl that asks."

"Straight life is easier than gay life, I guess." Harry shrugged.

"That's always been the case you ignorant prick. You think being gay has ever been easy?" Liam swatted the back of Harry's head.

"Shit, slipped my mind." Harry said honestly as he grabbed his laptop from the desk. "Anyways, you can't just invite some random lad and expect us to be alright with it."

"Please? He already agreed, he's super nice and normal and just sweet and innocent." Liam begged with puppy eyes.

Harry groaned and thought for a moment. "What kind of freak volunteers for years? He's not getting paid?"

Liam shook his head as Harry grabbed his keys. 

"Then what does he do for work?" Harry asked as he poured a coffee into a travel mug.

Liam seemed to think for a moment. "I actually don't know, but he drives a really nice car."

"Great, some rich prick with daddy's money." Harry rolled his eyes.

"He's not a prick." 

"You're just saying that because you have a crush on him." Harry pointed out.

"I do not. While he is objectively quite attractive, he isn't my type. Not even sure if he's gay, Zayn would like him though." Liam said as they left the flat and headed for the car park.

"Right, so I've got to head to work, but I'll see you at the nursing home later." Harry waved to his friend.

"He'll be volunteering today, you'll meet him then." Liam offered.

"Then I'm not coming, I'll see you at drinks." Harry said as he shut the car door, he watched Liam give him the finger and walk away.

The day's monotony started to settle in, getting to class, teaching disobedient young teens drama, while dying inside. 

"No, Alex, I need you to have spotlight four on, we can't see Anna." Harry sighed as he pointed to where Anna was standing. "Okay, from the top"

Harry watched as the play continued with increasingly difficult young actors.

"Line?"

"Guys, we should be off book by now." Harry muttered loudly for the cast to hear.

"Guys, we should be off book by now." The student said loudly in character.

Harry wanted to pull his hair out. "No, no. Steven, that's not the line, I was just saying you should know your lines."

"Sorry, Mr. Styles." He didn't seem sorry, more embarrassed.

"It's fine," It wasn't fine, but whatever. "Your line is 'I might never be your knight in shining armour.' But let's go from Sidney's line."

Harry watched as the play continued and stopped several times due to not knowing lines and missed cues, and lighting fails. It wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped. The show was in a month and a half, this was chaos.

The rest of the school day wasn't a piece of cake either, it was all just stressful and irritating, luckily he never had a class during the last period so he got to go home and yell into a pillow until it was time for drinks with Liam, Zayn and some random maybe gay lad who's probably some rich arsehole who thinks he's a good person just because he does volunteer work.

At least Liam says he's nice. But also Harry's had experiences with men Liam or Zayn thinks are nice, but they are just so whipped. Gay men are weird.

His thoughts are interrupted by a text.

Liam: he's also bringing his friend don't be mean

Harry: What? I'm always nice!

Liam: 👀 

Harry: But, does he have to bring a friend?

Liam: this is u being nice?

Harry: Shut up.

He decided that he could play nice for one evening, he could at least pretend while Liam was looking. Plus, going to the bar tonight meant women, so he could find a girl and leave Liam's new 'best friend'. He had to read over his year elevens screenplays and grade them, so he spent the rest of the afternoon doing that.

There were some that were quite good, and others that were practically porn writing without the interesting bits since it had to be pg 13. He continued reading a few more screenplays, no group achieved higher than a 90%, which only meant that he had to work harder to get them to better understand what they were doing. Honestly it should be their fault, they took drama for an easy A, but it's not easy if you don't understand it, you actually have to try.

Finally it go dark out, he put on some nice trousers and a silk button up shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, showing as much of his chest as possible. He spritzed some cologne and played with his hair until his curls sat just right.

The Three Amigos 🐢🧛🏼🥝

Harry: I'm on my way.

Zayn: we'll meet you there!

Liam: u driving or uber

Harry: Uber, I'm planning on getting plastered.

Zayn: smart, we'll be there in two.

As the uber pulled up in front of the pub Harry stepped out into the chilly air, his jacket keeping him warm as he walked into the familiar pub. He made his way to the booth where they always sat and it was occupied.

"Haz, come. Meet Louis and his friend Niall." Liam said excitedly motioning to the short brunette and the blonde beside him.

Harry shook their hands politely. "Harry, nice to meet you."

The brunette's piercing blue eyes seemed to linger for a second too long and Harry started to feel... uncomfortable? He wasn't sure what he was feeling, maybe put on the spot? He felt self conscious like there might be something on his face. Why was he staring?

"So, what do you two do?" Zayn asked staring intensely at the shorter one, Harry rolled his eyes. Zayn probably had a crush on him too, he's now got Zayn and Liam wrapped around his tiny finger.

"I'm an architect and Lou here is an actor." Niall said causing Louis to choke on his drink.

"What kind of things do you act in?" Zayn asked as Harry tried ignoring the new company.

"Uh, y'know," He glared at Niall. "Mostly just background work."

"Right." Zayn nodded.

"What about you three?" Niall asked curiously.

"Well as you know Liam works at the nursing home, I work in graphic design and Harry is a drama teacher." Zayn says as he points at each of his friends.

The conversation continues, but Harry turns away, looking for any nearby woman who was alone and potentially horny.

"So, Harry, what's it like teaching drama? I took drama in secondary school and I loved it." Louis asked politely with a bright smile shining on his face, god, he looked so young.

"It's pretty boring." Harry said quickly, not wanting to prolong the conversation.

Liam nudged him hard in the rib cage.

Louis' smile fell slightly. "Oh, okay."

"I—I mean, it's interesting to me, but I thought it would be too boring for you all to hear. I love it, working with children, shaping young minds and all that." Harry stammered on slowly. "Studying drama was always a passion of mine, majored in it in uni. What about you?"

Louis avoided eye contact. "I didn't attend uni. Couldn't afford it."

Oh, so not some rich prick with daddy's money. Harry could hear the other's conversation, but his eyes were trained on Louis. There was something about him that was interesting, he couldn't place it. Liam was right, he did look innocent, he was wearing jeans and an oversized jumper, his eyes were a bright blue that would be impossible to describe.

"How old are you anyways?" Harry found himself asking, he didn't know what prompted that question. Liam and Zayn were still chatting with Niall and him and Louis hadn't spoken for a couple minutes.

Louis looked up awkwardly. "I'm, uh, nineteen."

"Nineteen?! Fuck, you are young." Harry chuckled taking a large gulp of his drink.

"Not that young, I'll be twenty in December. How old are you then?" Louis said defensively.

"I'm turning twenty four next month." Harry said with a smirk as he watched Louis' eyes widen. He didn't know why he was smirking or why he found joy in teasing the young innocent looking boy.

"You're, like, old." Louis gawked.

"It's not that insane, Liam and Zayn are the same age." Harry rolled his eyes.

"But, you're like, old old." Louis repeated like it was new information.

Harry chuckled. "No need to rub it in."

"Whatever, grandpa." Louis giggled into his drink, he was a little tipsy.

"Whoa, 'm not a grandpa. Not that old." Harry scrunched his nose in mock disgust.

"Okay then, daddy." Louis laughed loudly and Harry found himself speechless. The other boys turned to see what Louis was laughing at but were only met with a flushed Harry and a giggling mess that responded to the name of Louis.

"Is he alright?" Liam asked.

"He doesn't get out much." Niall said rubbing Louis' back to calm him down. "He also doesn't normally drink."

"Yeah, because he's practically a child." Harry rolled his eyes.

"What?" Niall asked with a confused smile.

"He's nineteen, no?" Harry clarified.

"What? No... he can't be. Because that's not allowed, he's been working there for three years." Niall started to think out loud.

"Working where?" Liam asked.

"Nowhere." Niall said too quickly before getting up and pulling Louis into the bathroom.

The silence was short lived as Liam leaned in. "Do you think he's gay?"

"Who? Niall?" Harry asked thinking back to what he knows about Niall. "I don't think so, he was gawking at the waitress’ tits."

"No, Louis." Liam asked.

Oh. "Oh, I don't know." Harry thought carefully.

Zayn shuffled in his seat as he scanned the room. "Li, that guy over there has been staring at you all night. if you don't go over there and fuck him then I will. That is a threat, by the way."

Liam followed his gaze. "Right, how do I look? Fuckable?"

"Totally." Zayn responded as Harry nodded and gave him a thumbs up as he walked away.

Harry watched him make a move as Zayn shoved him harshly.

"What the fuck was that for?" Harry asked as he rubbed the shoulder that Zayn had shoved.

"I need to tell you something about Liam's friend, Louis, that you can't tell Liam." Zayn said quietly.

Harry's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because Liam can't know this." Zayn said with an eyeroll. "Did you want me to tell you or not?"

"Fine, tell me." Harry gave in, he'd always be up for gossip.

"Louis' a famous gay pornstar." Zayn said quickly and all in one breath.

Harry shook his head, trying to get the information to process. "What?"

"I've seen it, he doesn't gay porn. I've wanked to him before." Zayn admitted. "I'm like, 60% sure."

"Okay, I didn't need to know that much. Why are you telling me?" Harry asked, a little disgusted with the new information he as getting about his friend. "Also, you're not even 100% sure."

"Because I need to tell someone, and you won't care because you're straight." Zayn said matter of factly.

"But, what if it's not him?" Harry asked.

"I'm like, pretty sure."

"Zayn, he's nineteen and he looks so innocent. There's no way he does porn."

"Innocent looking people do really well in porn, you know that."

"Fair enough. So what, you gonna hookup with him or something?" Harry asked, feeling himself getting a little irritated at the thought.

"Nah, no reason to get angry about it though." Zayn said sensing Harry's attitude.

"I'm not angry, I'm just tired of you and Liam inviting guys for drinks just to hookup with them." Harry dismissed the thought, pushing it into the back of his mind.

"Liam's not gonna hookup with him, he's about to leave with him though." Zayn nodded towards the bar where Liam was desperately making out with the man.

They sat and continued drinking as they watched Liam wave goodbye and leave with the unidentified man. Harry had finished his beer a while ago and had resorted to iced tea instead, he wasn't in a drinking mood.

"Where's Louis?" Harry asked after a while, swirling the straw in his drink.

"Probably still in the bathroom with Niall." Zayn said easily.

Soon after Niall came out of the toilets with Louis' arm around his shoulder. "Hi, sorry. He drank too much, we're headed home."

"How are you getting home?" Harry asked, feeling protective over the younger boy for some strange reason.

"Uh, I'll drive Louis home in his car and pick up my car in the morning." Niall said.

"Are you sure you're good to drive?" Zayn questioned as he recalled the beers Niall drank.

"I'm Irish, I'm fine." Niall brushed it off.

"It's fine, you can drive your own car home, I'll take Louis home. Your car will get towed if you leave it here overnight, they're quite strict about it." Harry offered grabbing his coat.

"I'm staying here, trying to get laid. Have fun, losers." Zayn chucked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Alright, I'll stay too then." Niall said taking a seat. "Here's his address, by the way. In case he's too drunk to remember. He's got a code to get through the gate, it's just 2882."

Harry looked at the address that was scribbled onto the napkin and nodded, he flung a giggling Louis' arm over his shoulder and walked for the door.

"Are you alight, kid?" Harry asked as he was practically carrying Louis to the car park.

Louis huffed. "'M not a kid. I'm big."

"You're drunk is what you are." Harry rolled his eyes. "Where's your car?"

Louis pointed at a black sports car. "That one."

Harry scoffed, there was no way some nineteen year old who was maybe a pornstar owned that nice of a car, especially one who couldn't afford uni. "Sure, and I own the moon."

Louis grabbed his keys and unlocked the fancy sports car and tried getting in the drivers seat.

"Whoa, no. You're not driving." Harry said pulling him out of the car and walking him to the passengers seat.

"But it's my car." Louis pouted and whined as Harry got in the drivers seat.

"You're piss drunk." Harry chuckled.

"You're hot." Louis mumbled against the window.

Harry smiled at that as the car began to warm. He'd never been in a car this fancy before, so many buttons and he felt fancy just sitting in it. He pressed a button labeled 'Home' on the console and it calculated the route back to presumably Louis' house. Harry followed the directions as he listened to the soft breathing of Louis' breath to indicate he was sleeping.

Eventually he arrived at a gate, he put in the code Niall had given him and the two large gates opened and he arrived at a huge ass house. He pulled in and parked the car as he sat and stared at the large home. Eventually he got out and helped Louis out of the car.

"Carry me." Louis insisted as soon as he stood up.

"You can walk." Harry muttered, as he locked the car and went to go order an uber.

"Okay, bu-bye." Louis said as he started sprinting down the driveway and towards the gate, away from his home. Harry looked up from his phone just in time to see Louis running away and started running after him.

"Louis, go home!" Harry said as he caught up to the now vomiting boy.

"No, I'm so alone." He whined as he sat on the ground next to his vomit.

"It's freezing outside, go inside before you die of hypothermia." Harry offered a hand which Louis reluctantly took.

Louis followed him up the steps to the rather large house. Harry had to hold him so he didn't fall over, which Louis was quite grateful for.

"Where are your keys?" Harry muttered as he readjusted his grip on Louis' waist.

"Pocket." Louis giggled with half closed eyes.

Harry huffed angrily as he stuffed his hand in Louis' jeans pocket and grabbed his keys to unlock the door. "Where's your room?" 

"I dunno." Louis said before puking again, just this time all down his clothes. "Aw, fuck."

"Don't swear." Harry warned subconsciously as he looked for something to clean him up.

Louis gave him a skeptical look. "Fuck, shit, cunt, bitch, ass."

Harry rolled his eyes at the immature man before him. "Let's get you upstairs."

Louis stumbled upstairs, followed by Harry so he didn't fall down. Harry followed him into a bedroom he could only assume belonged to Louis, it wasn't what you'd expect from a pornstar, so maybe Zayn was wrong. The room had glow stars stuck to the ceiling, stuffed animals in a basket, fairy lights hanging by the window, a reading nook and a beanbag chair. Harry stopped Louis from laying down since he was covered in vomit, though Louis whined in protest.

"C'mon, let me sleep. I'm so tired." 

"Your clothes are disgusting, I'm gonna get you some clothes." Harry said turning towards the large closet. He rummaged through drawers to find something. The first one he opened was not what he expected, he found a whole drawer of panties... oh. Sure, Harry's seen panties before, he's a straight man, but panties on a man? That was...interesting? No, it wasn't because Harry was a straight man.

Harry shook the thought from his head, he continued until he found something sweats and a t shirt and brought them back out for Louis who had completely stripped, save for his boxers. "Uh—ahem—here."

"Okay." Louis hummed as he flopped face first on his bed.

Harry took a deep breath before walking over to the incompetent drunk and helping him put on a shirt and the sweatpants. He pushed him up in the bed so his head would rest on the pillows and threw the blanket over him. He grabbed a waste bin from the ensuite, putting it beside the bed and rolling Louis onto his side.

"Mm, thanks Harry." Louis giggled again, though his eyes were closed this time.

"Bye, Louis." Harry said gently, he placed a warm hand on Louis' shoulder before walking away.

"Guest room."

"What?" Harry turned towards face the practically dead body in the bed.

"You can stay in the guest room, pikachu." Louis laughed loudly before puking into the waste bin.

"I'm just gonna call an uber."

"No. Stay?" Louis said finally opening his eyes again. His blue eyes glowed in the moonlight, something that Harry didn't know he'd be weak for. "Please?"

"Fine, I'll stay tonight." Harry gave in. He took one last look at Louis who was fast asleep again, but with a smile on his face. Harry turned towards find the guest room, well one of the numerous guest rooms, he walked into one that seemed to be having it's sheets cleaned so there weren't blankets, the next one was fine. He stripped to his boxers and fell asleep soon after, liking the smell of Louis' home.

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Louis woke up with a throbbing headache.

He didn't remember much from the previous night, just that he drank, a lot. Which is surprising since he never really drank. He just hopes he didn't embarrass himself in front of Liam's friends and Niall.

Before any more thinking can happen, he rushes off to the ensuite and empties his guts into the toilet. There wasn't much left in there, he figures he puked i all up last night, and he was mostly left dry heaving. He splashed some cold water on his face and looked in the mirror, he looked disgusting, pale skin, glassy eyes, some stain on his shirt that was probably from vomit.

He decided he needed some tea or something so he headed down to the kitchen and poured himself a cuppa. After the first soothing sip he started feeling better, he let his eyes close.

Then he heard footsteps descending the stairs. His eyes shot open and he was met with a man that looked familiar, but he couldn't place or remember his name. He was fucking hot though.

"Hey Louis, you feeling better?" The man asked as he walked over and put a hand on Louis' shoulder.

Louis was about to nod, but instead he let his head fall and he puked all over the man's socks.

"Sorry." Louis said avoiding the unidentified man's eyes. His own eyes were burning with tears from the vomit, and he continued dry heaving into the air. The man rushed to the sink in his soiled socks and got Louis a glass of water.

"Here, drink this and take this." He handed him a pill from his jacket pocket. Louis nodded grateful for the man's kindness when he just puked tea all over his socks.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again as he wiped his mouth and still avoiding the hot man's eyes.

"Hey, Louis, no," The man said lifting Louis' head by the chin. "You have nothing to be sorry for, next time you won't drink so much and you'll be fine."

"I was more sorry for throwing up on your socks." Louis admits while his chin is still being held by the man.

The man tried to bite back a chuckle. "Oh, right. It's fine."

"No it's not, I'll get you some socks and some clean clothes. You wore those last night, no?" Louis asked, he felt like the man probably didn't bring a change of clothes.

"Right, thanks." He nodded slowly as he followed Louis upstairs and to his closet.

After digging around for a moment he came out with some trousers and a hoodie. "Here, these should fit."

"Thanks." He said as his phone began to ring. He answered it and put it on speaker as he began getting changed. Louis gave him privacy by going into his closet to get dressed in there.

"Harry, where are you? I'm in your house and you're not here." A voice said over the phone.

Harry scoffed. "Zayn, I told you and Liam to stop going into my house."

"Doesn't matter. Where are you? Did you go to a girls house after dropping off Liam's friend?" Someone going by the name of Zayn asked.

So the hot man named Harry is straight, fuck. So why was he here anyways. He could hear Harry leave the room, indicating he was changed now, so Louis left the closet and he figured that the call was no longer on speakerphone as he headed downstairs.

"Nah, I stayed in Louis' guest room." He could hear Harry say as he walked downstairs towards the living room. "No he isn't."

Louis turned on the television, but he could still hear pieces of the conversation.

"Trust me Zayn, he isn't. No, I know. If he were I would be able to tell. You're just blinded by your dick." He could hear Harry argue over something with his friend before hanging up later. Harry joined him in the living room with a tight smile.

"Are you alright?" Louis asked looking up at the man.

Harry froze for a second. "Uh, yeah. I should be asking you that." 

"Oh, sorry."

"Stop apologizing for everything." Harry chuckled.

"Sor—oh." Louis blushed when he realized what he did. "Oops."

"Stop it, let's just start again." Harry shook his head with a kind smile. "Hi."

"Hello." Louis said with a goofy grin.

"Uh, right. I should get going. Are you sure you're alright?" Harry said awkwardly as he motioned towards the door.

Louis stood to walk him out. "Sure, how are you getting home?"

"Uber." Harry said quickly.

"Nonsense, I'll drive you." Louis said as he pushed the dizziness away.''

"No, really, it's fine."

"Harry, I'll drive you. It's only fair since you took care of me last night when I was a drunken mess." Louis laughed it off.

Harry deep down probably knew it was a bad idea, but that thought didn't stop him. "Alright, thanks."

As they got into the car Louis turned on the radio to some old pop rock music and sang along brightly. He was so energetic and bubbly, Harry had started to see that everything Liam had said about him was true and maybe he was wrong for being rude last night. Harry put the address in the system and Louis began driving.

He quickly defended his choice of rudeness when he experienced Louis' driving. "Shit, slow down."

"Language." Louis said with a bright smirk. 

"No, you're a shit driver." Harry said as he grabbed the seat tightly to secure himself.

"I'm a great driver." Louis said in a whiny tone. "I mean, I've never crashed."

"That doesn't make you a great driver. And it’s flawed logic, people without licenses also haven't crashed." Harry pointed out, the fear prominent in his voice.

"Oi, watch it. My mum taught me how to drive." Louis said quite defensively, but he just looked like a baby hedgehog.

Harry couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "So you're a bit of a mummy's boy, huh?"

"I love my mum, she's the most important person in my life." Louis smiled as he spoke.

"Not your dad?"

Louis' smile fell ever so slightly that it could be missed.

Harry saw it.

"I—ahem—my dad isn't in the picture." Louis said with an awkwardly placed cough.

"Oh, sorry for asking." Harry said quickly, not wanting to upset the boy. He quickly changed the subject. "So, what's it like being an actor?"

That question also wasn't easy for Louis to answer. "It's, uh, it's alright. 'M not a very good one to be fair, love."

"Nonsense, do you see the mansion you live in?" Harry said gawking at the thought of Louis' home.

That was a fair point and hard to explain. "I guess you're right." Louis was embarrassed with the way the conversation was going and he could feel his cheeks start to heat up.

"Don't be shy, be proud of yourself." Harry said confidently, not really understanding how this conversation could be difficult for Louis.

"Sorry, what do you do again?" Louis asked, forgetting what Harry's occupation was. Just by looking at him Louis knew he'd do well in the porn industry, unfortunately he was straight so he wouldn't be doing scenes with him.

"I'm a drama teacher." Harry laughed.

Louis looked over at him with a furrowed brow. "Why are you laughing?"

"No, it's just that you asked me that last night. You really were that drunk that you don't remember?" Harry said with a wide toothy grin.

Louis rolled his eyes. "Oi, I don't get out much, and I don't normally drink at all."

"Right, because you're practically still a child." Harry joked.

"Hey, 'm not a child."

"You're nineteen."

"I'll be twenty in December."

"It's January."

"Still, I'm more of an adult than you." Louis huffed, his eyes focused on the road.

"That's why you have stars on your bedroom ceiling, and plushies in a basket?" Harry questioned.

"You were snooping?!"

"T'was not." Harry said maturely. "You were vomiting all over yourself last night and so I had to take you to your room and get you changed. So yeah, I saw your room."

"Why didn't you leave after that?" Louis asked curiously.

"You begged me to stay. You said you were lonely." Harry chuckled awkwardly.

"NO! Did I?" Louis was embarrassed as he turned down the street Harry lived on.

"No, I was kidding." Harry lied to take away the embarrassment. "I was tired and you offered up your guestroom."

"Thank goodness." Louis sighed out a breath of relief as he parked in front of Harry's flat.

"Thanks for the ride, Louis. Maybe I'll see you next week at drinks." Harry said before shutting the car door and walking into his flat with a long slow exhale.

"It's about time you come home." Zayn said from the couch.

"Holy fuck, Z. You can't just scare me like that." Harry said clutching his chest in surprise.

"Eh, whatever." He scoffed. "How was your night with the cute little pornstar?"

Harry shook his head. "There's no way that kid is a pornstar. First off, he's nineteen, he's basically a child. He's innocent, he loves his mum."

"Harry, no. I'm now pretty sure." Zayn said getting up from the couch. "Last night I did some extensive research to try and find him, and boom, found him."

"You did research? On porn?" Harry raised a brow skeptically.

"Fine, I was horny and I happened to stumble upon him." Zayn said pulling out his phone and showing Harry his screen. It was a profile on a porn site for someone named Little Lou, and sure, the picture looked a little like him, but Harry wasn't so easily convinced.

"Okay, we don't know for sure that's him." Harry said pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Right, and I only saw him for a few hours last night, so I thought you'd be better at recognizing him." Zayn said clicking on a video and handing his phone to Harry.

"Zayn, I don't want to watch gay porn." Harry pushed the phone away and tried to wipe everything from his mind.

"I'm sorry, he doesn't do straight shit." Zayn scoffed. "Just tell me if this is him."

Harry took the phone begrudgingly. He watched the intro begin, a small man whose face you couldn't see was walking towards a taller man who was sat on the couch. The shorter man was dressed in a stripped shirt, tan trousers and red braces adorning his shoulders.

"Hey, baby," the man in the video said as he ogled the smaller man. He put his hands on the small waist, running his fingers down to snap the braces off. Then his large hand trailed down to cup the evident bulge in the shorter mans trousers. 

"Please." A familiar voice whined and Harry didn't like where this was going.

"Nuh uh," The man said removing his hands and spanking the rather large bottom. "Don't be greedy, slut."

"Sorry, daddy." The smaller boy said softly, and Harry didn't want to believe it.

The larger man pushed him down to his knees and unzipped his own jeans to pull out his dick. That's when the camera panned to get a good angle of the smaller man's face.

That was definitely Louis.

And Louis was having some man's dick run across his lips.

"Open up, whore." The man said as he grabbed Louis' hair. And Louis fucking smiled. "Such a good boy, taking it so well."

Harry paused the video in shock. It was a rough introduction to gay porn, and it was with a boy he just met twelve hours ago.

The paused video haunted his thoughts, it was on a frame of Louis looking up with his bright blue innocent eyes, with a dick in his mouth.

"Well?" Zayn asked, interrupting Harry's not very pure thoughts.

"What?" Harry forgot what he was supposed to be looking for.

"Is that him?"

Harry looked down at the video then back up at his friend. "Yeah."

"Fucking hell, that's awesome. I bet he's good at sex too then, maybe I'll try and get with him." Zayn said taking the phone back and pocketing it.

"NO!" Harry said too loudly and too quickly.

"Why not?" Zayn gave a confused look, Harry was giving himself a confused look.

"Z, he's a kid, he's nineteen. Maybe don't?" Harry tried

"First off, he's been doing pornos with men who are twice my age, and secondly, need I remind you that you fucked that eighteen year old the day of her eighteenth birthday?" Zayn reasoned.

"He's Liam's friend. If you two hook up it will be awkward for him and Liam to hang out." Harry tried again. He wasn't exactly sure why he didn't want Zayn fucking Louis, but he could make up millions of good reasons.

"Fine, no need to get so defensive about it." Zayn shrugged it off. "So, what's your tiny homophobic arse up to today?"

Harry's head shot up instantly. "Whoa, watch it. 'M not homophobic."

"You won't let me fuck a guy."

"I won't let you fuck Liam's friend." Harry countered.

"Fine, what's your bullying arse up to today?" Zayn corrected dramatically.

"Uh, just working on some lesson plans for next week. Then I have to grade some more screenplays." Harry said as he grabbed his laptop and plopped on the couch.

"Ugh, boring." Zayn groaned. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Bye." Harry said, not looking up from his laptop as his friend left.

As much as Harry honestly tried to work on schoolwork, but images of Louis sucking dick kept popping into his mind.

"One little search couldn't hurt." He mumbled to himself quietly before checking to make sure the front door was locked. He made his way to his bedroom and pulled the blanket over his head, he didn't want anyone walking in when he was doing this.

He entered the website and typed in the search bar Little Lou, and an account popped up and he clicked a random video on it before slowly removing his trousers and pants.

In the video Louis was completely naked, except for a pair of white lace panties that disappeared up his arse. He was then caught by another man who ran his hands all over Louis' body before cupping the bulge in the panties.

Louis was writhing for more. "Please." He begged for more, eyes closed, whimpering for more touches. 

The man spun Louis around with a few words that Harry determined didn't matter. The only things that mattered were what Louis was saying, what he was whimpering, what he was begging for.

Harry wasn't sure when he had wrapped a hand around his own dick, but he didn't mind it right now as he watched a man bite at Louis' quite plump arse before removing the panties. Harry watched with wide eyes as the man pulled at Louis' arse, revealing his pink hole.

"Please, just do something. Anything." Louis begged again, leaning into the touch.

The man slapped Louis' arse with minimal force, it didn't even leave a mark, Harry was sure he could do it better than him. "Brats don't get what they want."

Harry rolled his eyes, Louis was a good actor, but the other man wasn't, he didn't seem very dominant and it all just seemed so performative. Whereas Louis actually looked like he wasn't performing for anyone but the other man, he looked like he knew what it meant to be submissive, he looked perfect.

Louis was pushed to his knees and his head was help in place as the man opened Louis' mouth and stuck his dick in. The movements started slow, but soon enough he was proper fucking Louis' mouth.

Harry's hand movements quickened with the noises Louis was making in the video, he was very vocal and his eyes were watering at the mans unrelenting pace. The video panned down to Louis' bare crotch, the other man had his foot on it so Louis could grind into it. It all just looked very uncomfortable.

"Nuh uh, don't be desperate." The man warned to keep Louis from grinding, he moved his foot carefully, but it didn't seem like it was pleasuring Louis right. Louis' face said otherwise, if you just looked there you'd think it was the best sex of his life, but every time the video showed the man's foot on Louis' dick it seemed unpleasant. When the man spilled into Louis' sinful mouth, the video cut to a clearly much later scene of Louis coming all over the mans foot.

"Get on the bed, hands and knees." The man demanded in a not very demanding voice. Harry rolled his eyes at that.

"Yes sir." Louis nodded innocently as he got onto the bed, just as the man asked. Harry watched in shock as the man lubed up his fingers and started fingering Louis roughly.

Harry's never watched gay porn before, nor had he any clue as to what gay sex entailed, but opening him up was never something that he thought of.

He watched in horror, and in intrigue, as Louis' arsehole got stretched enough for the man's thick cock to fit, it wasn't long, but it was very thick. The noises, the sight, the thought, it all pushed Harry to the edge way too quickly.

He laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling as he could hear Louis in the video getting pounded into the bed. The moans flooded his bedroom, eventually the noises quickened and Harry picked up the laptop again and watched the ending. The man finished with an unmanly whine as he kept going when Louis begged. The video cut again to Louis coming as he was getting practically split in half, a dazed expression was left on his face.

Harry closed the tab and snapped his laptop shut quickly before taking a shower to try and wipe all evidence from his mind. It didn't work.

He couldn't believe himself, he just masturbated to a video of gay sex.

He just came to the thought of fucking Louis so hard.

He had the best orgasm of his life as he pictured a pair of bright blue eyes.

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"Can we get a close up of Lou's arsehole?" The director for this video asked as Louis and his current fuckboy were paused in the middle of a scene.

"Just hurry and get the shot." The man beneath Louis groaned into his arm as they readjusted the cameras. He was still inside Louis, and Louis was in the middle of riding him when they had to stop.

Louis did scoff though, this man was supposed to be a professional and he couldn't last half an hour of foreplay and another half hour of being ridden? Insane. How was Louis meant to work in these conditions?

"Aren't you a professional? Shouldn't you be able to last?" Louis muttered, pushing on the mans chest to readjust himself on the man's average dick, resulting in more moans from the man.

"Hey, you're too fucking fit. You make it impossible to last."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Matt."

"And action." The director resumed the take, Louis faking a large number of moans just to give the audience something. There were not natural noises, but viewers didn't need to know that, they just needed to watch the video and cum into their hand as they watch these films alone at night.

The filming paused again since Matt had finished too early and needed a water break. When they got back to it Louis was ever the professional and hopped back on the dick as Matt hissed at the sensitivity and harshness.

"Let's get some more lube in there." Niall said rushing over as Louis let the dick slide out so Niall could help get the lube in Louis and over Matt's cock. Louis slid back on with more ease the next time and Niall went back to his place behind the camera, watching for moments where an intimacy coordinator would be needed.

When they finished wrapping for the day Louis had a shower as he always did, but this time he felt it really necessary, Matt had come in him three times, he was only supposed to cum once. But apparently he just couldn't help it, Louis decided that he just wasn't a proper porn actor, you have to fake it until you make it, literally.

When he got dressed he found Niall in his dressing room waiting for him. "Oi oi, what's going on, mate?"

Niall wasn't so happy to see Louis, more concerned and disappointed. "Lou, we need to talk."

"Shit," Louis said before sinking down onto the couch across from Niall. "What did I do this time?"

Niall shook his head as if trying to reorganize his thoughts. "I've known you for three years, right?"

"Getting there, will be three years in July." Louis agreed, sensing where the conversation was headed.

"Louis, you're nineteen." Niall sighed. "You were sixteen when we met, you were sixteen when you started porn, your contract said you needed to be eighteen, you lied."

"No, Niall you don't understand, I love this job. I didn't mean to lie, but I just wanted the job so badly and I just didn't say no when they asked if I was eighteen. But I'm nineteen now, I consent and whatnot. It's allowed now, please, don't tell anybody."

Niall took a deep breath before letting out a long sigh. "Fuck it. Okay, I won't tell anyone, but I need some time to process this, alright?"

Louis got upset at that a little. "What's there to process? Ni, you know me, I wouldn't lie to you for no reason, you’re my best friend."

"I'm trying to process the fact that I helped a sixteen year old get fucking railed on camera. Is that why you never went to the pub with us after wrapping? Because you were underage?"

"Well yes, and then I still don't go because I realized I'm a sloppy drunk and shouldn't drink around other people." Louis said with an uncomfortable laugh.

"Why did you start porn when you did? Why did you want to be filmed getting fucked for everyone to see?"

Louis shrugged. "I dunno, I guess it was just nice being told I was good enough, people saw me as an adult, plus, believe it or not, I like sex. 'M good at it too." 

"Sure, but couldn't you get praise for other things that are perfectly fine for a teenager?" Niall offered.

"I mean, probably. But you don't understand the rush you get when people are complimenting your every move, telling you you're good, telling you how pretty and perfect they find you. It's addictive, really, the way you start to crave more of that." Louis admitted, his eyes lighting up with passion as he spoke.

Niall just nodded.

"How about you? What made you, a straight man, think 'Huh, you know what I want to do when I grow up? I want to watch two guys fuck each other relentlessly and help make sure they are safe and have enough lube'." Louis teased.

"I started out just in hetero porn, but for some reason no intimacy coordinators wanted to work in gay porn, it's a bit more complicated than hetero, and a lot more than lesbian, amd so the company was offering a bonus for someone wanting to switch to gay porn. I'm confident enough in my masculinity that I didn't think it was a big deal. My first gig in gay porn was you."

"And then you fell in love with me, I turned you gay, and we had babies and rode off into the sunset." Louis teased, giving Niall's shoulder a light shove.

"Oi, watch it. I might have a girlfriend." Niall said with a slight blush as he took a bite out of a sandwich Louis hadn't realized he had.

"Might?" Louis cocked his head teasingly. "Tell me more, ladykiller."

"I dunno, just some girl I met at Macca's the other day." Niall said with a mouth full of food, causing Louis to scrunch his face in disgust.

"So, when on dates do you tell these imaginary women that you work in gay porn?" Louis continued teasing since it was so easy to tease about.

Niall shook his head. "I don't, never gone on more than two dates with someone, so I never got the chance."

Louis was stunned, even he had relationships that lasted longer. "What's wrong with you then? Since you seem to be the common denominator."

"Oh, shut it." Niall said and smacking Louis' arm. He tossed Louis a jacket once he was fully dressed and ready to leave. "Did you want to go to the club with me? You don't need to drink."

"Ni, it's a Tuesday night. Isn't it sad and lonely?" Louis asked as they walked out the building.

Niall shook his head. "Nah, 's just a different kind of people. We'll find you some fit lad to fuck, we'll find me a lady that isn't the Macca's girl since I don't technically have her number."

"Wait, you don't have her number?" Niall shook his head. "So what did you mean you might have a girlfriend?"

"She smiled at me." Niall mumbled. 

"Fine, I'll go clubbing with you, but I'm not drinking. Meet me at my house in thirty and we can Uber over." Louis said walking to his car, nodding a goodbye to Niall.

Thirty minutes went by and Louis and Niall were in an Uber on their way to some club that Niall said was often busy on weekdays, which in hindsight is sort of sad to know. They stood on the sidewalk outside the club for a moment, basking in the cold air of the January moonlight. 

Laughter caught their ears, they turned to see three men sharing a joint, clearly already high. It wasn't until one of the men turned that Louis recognized them.

"Louis! How are ya mate?" Liam asked, his eyes a little hazy as he stalked over to envelop Louis in a hug. "And Louis' friend, Niall."

"Good, are you 'right?" Louis asked looking into Liam's eyes.

"Shh, 'm a little high." Liam said seriously.

Louis looked around the tall lad to his friends, Zayn was still smoking the joint and Harry was just staring in confusing at Louis, but Louis didn't know why.

"We're just going to this club over here." Niall said excitedly to meet more people his age that didn't work in porn.

"So are we, let's all go in." Liam said reaching to grab Zayn's arm and drag him in with Niall, leaving Louis and Harry at the back of the group. The first three entered the facility, but Louis got stopped because they needed to check ID.

"Shit, I'm sorry. One sec." Louis said, rifling through his wallet to find any form of ID, but he just found gift cards and Polaroid pictures of his family. "Oh, here it is."

He could hear Harry chuckling behind him, and frankly, that pissed him off a little.

"Okay, you're good to go in." The bouncer let him in.

Louis turned to the bouncer. "Thank you so much, sir. Oh, by the way, I don't think this gentleman is quite old enough. I heard he still lives with his mummy."

"Oh, shut it." Harry said trying to follow Louis inside, but he got stopped for ID by the bouncer.

Once Harry was inside he found Louis laughing his arse off by the door. "Haha, very funny. Cut it out."

"Or what?" Louis continued laughing.

Harry just turned Louis and grabbed his shoulders tightly before Louis began looking up at him with his big innocent blue eyes, the same look he had in that video as he sucked some man's dick. Fuck, Harry needed to stop touching Louis. He removed his hands quickly, as if he had been burned.

"You okay?" Louis asked, his smile dropping and now showing a look of concern at the change in demeanour from Harry.

"Fine, just wanna go in." Harry avoided Louis' eyes. Not wanting to see that look again, because Harry was straight, still, even if he was potentially getting worked up like a teenager at the memory of Louis' porn.

Louis walked further into the club, with Harry walking behind him. Louis wouldn't know, but Harry's eyes were practically glued to his arse.

Once he found Niall, he decided to be the good wingman and help him out with the girl who had been staring at him.

"Fuck, that blonde guy is so hot. Sucks he's straight, but he was so nice about it though." Louis muttered to the girl, who took her eyes off of Niall for a second to look at Louis with a kind smile.

"He is cute, and he's straight?" She asked curiously, as if Niall's horrid dancing wasn't a giveaway.

Louis nodded. "Unfortunately, if he wasn't I would be on my knees in the bathroom for him."

He wasn't sure if that was too far, if that was too much, he just hasn't had a real conversation outside of work in a while.

Luckily the girl bit her lip and nodded before heading towards Niall who gave Louis a not-so-subtle thumbs up. Louis turned back around and was being handed a drink by some man with large hands.

He probably wouldn’t end up sleeping with him, Louis had a pre approved list of casual flings to call up if he ever needed a good fuck. There were seven men who all knew their place, Louis trusted them all, and he knew they were each a fucking stellar lay. Louis didn’t like to pick up random lads from the bar, afraid because he doesn’t know them.

"Hey." Louis smiled brightly, batting his eyelashes.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" The man asked resting a large hand on Louis' waist.

Louis didn't want to be presumptuous. "I dunno, do you?"

"Bratty little thing, huh? I do recognize you though, you're a pornstar." He mumbled into Louis' neck before attempting to suck a hickey into Louis' skin.

As much as he adored the feeling, he wasn't in the mood to spend an hour in the makeup chair to hide the hickeys so he had to push the man off, but the man wouldn't let go. Instead he ran a hand to cup Louis' arse.

Louis kept pushing back, but that made the man tighten his hold a little. Louis didn't want to be dramatic and yell or use his voice, but it was seeming like the last option.

"Can you please let go?" Louis said with another pointless push.

"You do porn for a living, I bet you're just dying for my cock in your throat, bet you'd say yes to me fucking you right here, whore." He said harshly, nipping at Louis' skin again before using the other hand to cup Louis' dick and rubbing it.

The drink the man had handed him slipped from Louis' hand, glass shattering on the floor as Louis kept trying to push away, but the sensation on his dick was pleasant.

"Hey, I don't think he wants your bald arse." A voice cut in through Louis' thoughts.

"He's just my boyfriend, 's okay, we're just having fun. Right baby?" The man asked, his hold tightening threateningly on Louis' waist.

Louis didn't know what to do, sure, he didn't know Harry that well, but what would happen if he said no?

"Louis, do you know him?" Harry asked, ignoring what the man had said.

The bald man holding Louis clearly didn't know that the two knew each other. Louis felt the grip loosen for a second before regripping tighter.

Louis tried to speak but no words came out. Instead he slowly shook his head 'no'. 

Harry would, unfortunately, do anything for Louis' blue eyes. Which was weird, they had met once when Louis was already drunk when Harry arrived, other than that they hadn't really met properly. Sure, Harry walked into the club a little high, not as high as his friends, but as soon as he heard the glass shattering and saw Louis pushing away, he was sober as fuck.

"I'm going to need you to step away from my friend." Harry said in a threatening tone that made Louis a little weak in the knees, but he reminded himself that this was not the time.

"It was just a joke, relax, mate." The man scoffed, throwing his hands off of Louis. "You'd think someone like that would like it."

"Watch your mouth." Harry warned, throwing an arm around Louis, who was still quiet.

"What? 'M just saying, in his line of work they are all so desperate, so was he until he made himself the victim. If you're thinking that you're gonna get your way with him, he's fucking lying. Fucking tease, fucking whore."

Louis ignored the tears that were threatening to fall, he didn't want Harry, let alone this whole club to know what he did for a living. That was personal, that was confidential. Not that he was ashamed of it, he just believed that there was a time and a place to reveal that.

"Get the fuck out!" Harry said walking to stand face to face with the man. The man scoffed, shook his head, and left.

Louis turned on his heel and headed for the toilet, but upon opening the door, someone was getting fucked in there, so he just headed outside for fresh air, but he didn't realize he was being followed by Harry.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked appearing beside Louis.

"Never been better." Louis replied sarcastically.

"Don't sass me." Harry warned with a warm smile, making Louis feel comfortable. "What he said wasn't right, you know that?"

"Well, I can't blame him. 'S true." Louis shrugged, knowing that things like this happen often, it sort of comes with the job.

"No it isn't, he's just some insecure douchebag." Harry laughed to comfort Louis. "Nothing he said wasn't true, believe me."

"I am a tease, I am a whore." Louis said, feeling the weight of the words.

Harry looked at him like Louis had fourteen heads. "No, you most certainly are not."

"I would have slept with him, you know that?" Louis asked.

Harry just shook his head.

"I would have, but I didn't want hickeys, and he was determined to leave a mark."

"That doesn't make you a whore, or a tease, that makes you a human. All humans have boundaries."

"Really?" Louis cocked a brow. "What are your boundaries?"

"I—ahem, I dunno." Harry coughed, fidgeting with his shirt a little. "Knife play?"

"That's it? Fuck, you're into some kinky shit, aren't you?" Louis laughed, feeling better already.

"Shut up." Harry spat, but there was no real malice behind it.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I'm taking you away from clubbing. I'm sure there are women in there that'll still have sex with you." Louis looked back inside.

"It's alright, I gave some women my number, another gave me a blowjob, I'm fine to go home." Harry chuckled, kicking a rock on the cement.

"Woah, you work quickly." Louis joked

"Hey, you were about to have sex with some stranger." Harry reminded.

"Ugh, I should've done it. I haven't had sex outside of work in forever." Louis mumbled, fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper.

Harry's head shot up. "Ahem, what?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Louis shook his head, cursing at himself for the slip up.

"No it's not." Harry warned, getting stern and stubborn, Louis immediately felt he needed to fess up, he wasn't suer what this feeling was, or this mind control Harry had over him was, but honestly he kinda liked it.

"I...do porn." Louis muttered into the night sky where the moon was still high in the sky.

"I know." Harry said awkwardly, still kicking the pebble.

"No, like, I do gay porn...for money." Louis clarified. “With a bunch of people filming me and putting it on the internet.”

"I know."

"How do you know?"

Now it was Harry's turn to get awkward. "I uh, I saw a video of yours."

"But you're straight!" Louis said like it was a revelation.

"I— yeah, it meant nothing, I just wanted to know if it was really you or not." Harry explained as if that was any better.

"Did I really do that? I mean, I've heard of gay men turning men straight, but I never thought I could do that." Louis smiled brightly, his smile lighting up the night sky more than the moon was.

"You didn't turn me anything."

"How many did you watch? And when?" Louis interrogated in the street.

"None of your business."

"So now I know it's more than one." Louis said excited to find out more.

"I saw five of your videos, it was the day after we met." Harry rolled his eyes to avoid the squeals coming from Louis.

"So I turned you gay?"

"NO! I'm still straight."

"Really? After five videos? Did you cum?"

"Jesus Christ, are you sure you're nineteen?"

"Did you? Cause, I hate to break it to you, love, but that's not straight man behaviour." Louis was holding back laughter as he teased the hottest 'straight' man that he's ever seen.

"I'm going home." Harry said turning on his heels and walking away.

Louis did feel a slight tinge of remorse from the teasing. "Wait, Harry, stop. I'm sorry, that was over the line."

Harry didn't turn around. "No, you're fine. I'm tired, I have work tomorrow, I'm going home."

"You're walking?"

"You mean I'm not in a car right now?" Harry asked sarcastically, still not facing Louis. "I live not too far from here, I'll be home in ten minutes."

"It's not safe to walk alone at night." Louis argued, trying to find a reason for Harry to stay.

"Maybe for you, dear, but I don't look like you and I know that nothing will happen to me. I'm a straight white tall man, I have no fears."

"Really? No fears?" Louis urged as he followed Harry down the somewhat empty street. "We all have fears Harold, for example, I'm afraid of pigeons and of getting older. So really, what are you afraid of?"

"Besides snakes, and I really don't think there will be a wild snake just slithering around London." Harry was very sarcastic, Louis didn't love it, he was supposed to be the sassy bitch.

"I'll walk you home, just in case." Louis offered with a smile as he skipped a little to catch up to where Harry was. Harry looked at him with an expression of fondness mixed with confusion.

They continued walking in the cold January air, but Louis hadn't planned on walking at all, he wasn't dressed to be outside in the cold. 

Harry noticed the way Louis shivered as they walked, the way the shivers would cause his rambling to stop for a millisecond before continuing.

"But it turned out okay because he had a fucking parachute? I thought-*shiver*-there were no more parachutes! It was i-insane how many inconsistencies there were with that movie." Louis rambled about a movie Harry hadn't seen, and also forgot to pay attention to since he was distracted by Louis' talkativeness and his eyes.

He didn't think much about the next move, he just took off his jacket and threw it over Louis' shoulders without a word.

"Oh, thanks." Louis blushed a little, obviously not because of Harry, but because of the cold. "Anyways, he just shouldn't have lived, move on. How many fucking times do you have to save the world?"

"Language." Harry muttered, barely recognizing he spoke. 

Louis turned out of surprise, Harry hadn't said a word for the past 8 minutes, and now here he was complaining about Louis' language. Harry knows for certain now that Louis gets fucked on the regular for money, yet his language was the issue? Insane, Louis had decided Harry was insane.

"I'll use whatever language I want." Louis got defensive, not liking being told what to do. "I am a free man, with free will, and I don't have to listen to you."

Louis was so appalled by Harry's behaviour that he didn't realize they had approached an apartment complex. Harry continued not to say a word as Louis kept ranting, but followed Harry inside because he had free will and Harry wasn't stopping him.

"And to think that you of all people, are trying to restrict what I can and can't do is absurd. I've practically only met you tonight, we barely know each other, and you think that my use of inappropriate language is going to offend people? Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure I told you I do porn for a living." Louis ranted as they got in the elevator and Harry pressed the fourth floor.

The ranting continued as they stepped out of the elevator and towards a door that Harry was unlocking with his keys. 

"It's like, yeah, thousands of people have seen me in many different compromising positions, you included apparently, and you're concerned about me swearing? It's like if a rabbit was eating food from the garden and you were concerned about it pooping on your lawn."

"Are you done?" Harry asked as they stepped into Harry's quaint apartment. He took his jacket off of Louis' shoulders and hung it up.

"I could continue if you have time for that." Louis rolled his eyes. "I just think I'm the least of your problems right now. I mean, you're in the middle of trying to convince yourself you're straight, got your dick sucked by some girl, gave your number to another, and yet, you brought me home."

"I didn't bring you anywhere, you followed me."

"And you didn't stop me." Louis smiled, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"This is like sexual harassment training 101, there are signs when someone says no. It doesn't have to be an explicit no, to mean it." Harry said toeing off his shoes, Louis followed suit and walked further into the apartment.

"I can leave, I'm sorry." Louis' intentions weren't to make Harry uncomfortable, he just liked to tease, he was just having fun.

Harry rubbed his face, groaning into his palm before making eye contact with sad blue eyes. "No, I was kidding. You can stay."

Louis smiled before he went back to teasing, much to Harry's dismay, but whatever. "Y'know, it's weird."

Against his better judgement, Harry indulged. "What's weird?"

"Typically when I'm done giving blowjobs, the other guy is so out of breath that he can't do anything for at least half an hour." Louis said, staring at his nails, trying to tick Harry off.

"Yeah right, that doesn't happen. Maybe for you, but most men are fine after getting a blowjob." Harry rolled his eyes. "Blowjobs aren't that special."

"Maybe you're just not getting it right." Louis said with a teasing edge in his voice, not looking at Harry yet. He knew how to get what he wanted.

Harry walked towards Louis, shortening the gap between them as he looked down at Louis who still wasn't looking at him yet. "You're saying you could do it better?"

Now was Louis time to shine. He looked up, innocence prevailing in his crystal blue eyes as he batted his lashes. "Are you asking? Harry?"

Harry couldn't hold eye contact any longer, his head fell back as he muttered at the ceiling, "Fuck."

Louis put his hands on Harry's chest before running them down as he began to crouch to the floor, still looking up at Harry in hopes that he'd look down at Louis again.

It worked, Harry's head fell forward, catching Louis' innocent eyes, he undid his own belt, dropping his jeans to the floor an pulling down his pants which hid a huge dick, one that certainly could be used in the porn industry, or at least that's what Louis thought.

Harry's hand ran through Louis' hair, getting it off his face as Louis moved a hand steadily up and down Harry's cock. Harry's fingers tightened in Louis' hair as Louis began sucking at the tip and moaning dramatically, like he does for work.

"Shit, Louis, more." Harry found himself groaning as he pushed Louis' head further.

Louis popped off of the head, and began running his tongue along the side of the dick, twirling around the head, specializing in the slit, and then moving slowly up the underside.

"So good, fuck." Harry moaned, looking deep into Louis' eyes as Louis opened his mouth wide and began sucking at the tip again. This time was different though, he moved slowly towards the base of the dick, still sucking and moving his tongue to give as much pleasure as he could.

Louis could feel the tight grasp Harry had in his hair, he could also feel Harry's breath quicken, then he could hear the moaning and the panting coming from above him. Louis continued to moan as the dick hit the back of his throat, causing Harry to flinch at the new feeling.

Louis knew what he wanted, and he knew what Harry wanted. He put his hands on top of Harry's that was currently in his hair, and he pushed on it. Harry's eyes refocused on the gagging mess kneeling on the floor. "You want me to fuck your mouth?"

Louis hummed in response, batting his eyelashes again.

"Fucking slut," Harry moaned as he began to feel his cock sliding down Louis' throat. He could also see it a bit, the lump moving up and down Louis' throat at the same time of his thrusts. "So fucking good for me."

Louis could feel his eyes watering a little, it was no surprise to him that Harry had a big dick, but he didn't think it would be this big. He felt a tear slip from his eyes and begin rolling down his cheek. 

Harry slowed his thrusts and cupped Louis' face with his hand, wiping the tear away with his thumb before resuming his deep thrusts into Louis' mouth.

The sight of the blue eyes, and the noises coming from Louis made it so much easier for Harry to cum than he was used to, typically it took longer, but tonight he felt like a teenager. Then he realized, he just got a blowjob from a teenager. And then he realized that he just got a blowjob from a boy.

Sure, it was the best blowjob he's ever had and he was panting and out of breath, but he was still straight. A blowjob is a blowjob, it's the same coming from a man and a woman. 

He felt himself go weak and he flopped down onto the couch, catching his breath, watching as his chest rose and fell. Then he saw Louis get up from his knees and enter the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and a smirk.

"Catching your breath?" Louis smirked and handed over the water which was gulped down quite quickly.

"Your voice." Harry was in shock at the raspiness of it.

"You did that." Louis laughed. "So, was I better than that girl from the club?"

"Eh." Harry shrugged, joking, obviously. That was the best orgasm ever, and he didn’t even get sex out of it.

Louis smacked his chest. "Oi, big liar."

"Whatever." Harry said breathlessly as he smiled and rolled his eyes.

"I should go now, have fun at work tomorrow." Louis said with his raspy voice, walking towards the door.

Harry went to follow him, but standing up had left him wobbly and dizzy. "You can stay if you want, probably safer. I don't live in the safest area."

"Wow, first the blowjob and now a sleepover, are you sure you're straight?"

No. "Shut it, I'll get you something to wear to bed if you want." Harry walked towards his bedroom, which was just up the stairs since he lived in a loft with no rooms. It was a kitchen/living room/ bedroom with a bathroom. Not very big, but it was fine for someone who lived by themselves.

Louis watched Harry grip the railing tight as he wobbled his way upstairs and then tossed down some clothes, a pair of shorts and a graphic tee. 

"I'll sleep on the couch, you can have my bed." Harry said panting as he waddled his way down the stairs.

"Why don't you want to share the bed? You afraid you'll end up fucking me and you won't be able to keep up the straight facade?" Louis teased resulting in Harry freezing to comprehend what was happening. 

It left him with two options. He could either sleep on the couch and give in to Louis' tormenting and live with that forever. OR he could prove himself and sleep in the same bed, unfortunately Louis wasn't wrong and it was a current fear.

Actually three options. He could run out the door and never come back, start a new life outside of England, maybe move back to Manchester, or go to Ireland and own a farm with sheep. He'd have a large plot of land and a bunch of sheep, a couple dogs to herd them. It would be a nice peaceful life, unfortunately Harry didn't want peaceful, he craved chaos. Which is how he ended up teaching teenagers drama.

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Louis groaned as he rolled over, not really sure where he was. It was still dark, probably early in the morning.

It wasn't uncommon for him to have hookups and end up in a stranger's bed the next morning.

Okay, that's a lie. Sure he hooks up, but it's not that common, he hasn't had casual sex outside of work for a while now. He's given a load of blowjobs, but never gone too far.

So that begged the question, where was he now. He let himself relax and take note of his surroundings.

The moonlight lit up the room with a soft glow, there was an alarm clock on the table next to the bed showing it was 5:52 in the morning, the blankets smelled like coffee and mint simultaneously somehow, and strangely there was an arm around his waist.

He remembers he didn't drink last night, he went out with Niall, he almost hooked up, but then the lad wouldn't listen to him, then—oh.

Oh no.

He went home with Harry, and he gave Harry a blowjob.

Fuck.

It wasn't the first time he's done things with a straight guy, sometimes they are just deeply in the closet, and other times they are just experimenting, other times they are too drunk to notice that they were making out with a boy.

He didn't know what to do, it was too early in the morning to be having a meltdown, plus he was cozy with Harry's arm around his waist, so he snuggled back into Harry. His back resting snuggly against Harry's chest, and he sighed a breath of relief.

Until he felt it.

Right behind where his arse was resting, hard and thick, and Louis wanted it in him right now, but he figured he'd want Harry awake for that. So he did his best to ignore it.

Then again, Louis is a little shit that did things for his on benefit. He pushed back a little under the guise of getting comfy, his arse grinding on Harry's dick quite a bit, earning a deep sound from the sleeping man behind him.

He felt something change behind him, Harry was still sleeping, but now he was grinding forwards against Louis, breathing hotly into Louis' hair as he did. His arm was still tight around Louis' waist, and Harry was speeding up, beginning to pant in his sleep.

And then an alarm went off, Louis' eyes shot open towards the alarm clock that flashed red letters showing that it was six in the morning. Who wakes up this early?

Then Harry's grinding slowed as he regained consciousness, so Louis figured it best to pretend he had been sleeping, it was more innocent that way. But the alarm didn't stop.

Louis groaned quietly. "Stop that noise."

Harry's movements stopped completely. "Fuck, sorry."

"Nah, 's fine. Just turn it off." Louis muttered into the pillow, not wanting to be awake this early and talking, especially when Harry has such a hot morning voice.

"No, not that." Harry said reaching over Louis to stop the beeping. "More sorry for...you know."

"Dry humping me?" Louis smirked into the pillow, not wanting to open his eyes right now since Harry was getting up and turning on the lights. "Ah, the light is blinding!"

"I didn't dry hump you." Harry said walking to his wardrobe and pulling out some trousers and a button up shirt.

"I think you did, plus I think you were having some steamy wet dream last night." Louis teased, eyes still closed, mumbling words into the pillow, now a little dirty with drool.

"Shut up."

"Sorry, but it's not very 'straight' of you." Louis continued, chuckling to himself as he was on the brink of sleep again.

Harry walked over to Louis quickly, grabbing his face in his hand and forcing Louis to look up at him. "Continue and I will not hesitate to fuck your mouth again until you are begging for more, but I won't fucking give it to you."

Harry let go of Louis' face and grabbed a tie before heading downstairs in his loft. Louis could hear him moving about the kitchen, but he couldn't really care since he was tired and Harry had just threatened him with sex. Pretty good morning all things considered, well, except for it being six in the fucking morning.

Louis wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep, but soon enough the bed beside him dipped and a hand pushed his hair back, so he opened his eyes one at a time. It was Harry.

"Morning, come and get some breakfast. There's some oats and yogurt if you want it, along with some fruit." Harry said, a completely different tone from when he threatened a pornstar with sex, an idiotic threat.

"I'm tired." Louis whined, burying his face into the pillow more.

"I'm leaving for work soon, I have to deal with kids all day, I don't want to deal with you right now." Harry said, snapping back into his more stern voice. 

"Please?" Louis wasn't quite sure what he was asking for, but the second he gave Harry his innocent look, he knew he had the supposedly straight man wrapped around his finger.

"Fine, do you have work today?" Harry sighed, giving up as he put on socks.

"Nuh uh, I work Thursday, Friday though." Louis mumbled, trying to remember his schedule.

"Are you just gonna stay here then?" Harry asked, rubbing Louis' cheek with his thumb subconsciously.

Louis shook his head. "I'm gonna go."

"Doesn't look like you're making much of an effort to leave." Harry chuckled and stood up from the bed.

"Because it's too early for that, I'm so tired, just let me sleep and I'll be out of here by noon at the latest." Louis begged, using his eyes once again to get what he wanted.

"You can stay as long as you want, just thought you should know I'll be back around four, don't break things, you can cook something if you want, please eat some breakfast when you get up, don't snoop through my things." Harry said defeatedly as he prepared to leave. He went down the stairs and as he reached the door, Louis got up from bed and walked a few steps to where the bedroom area of the studio apartment overlooked the entryway and waved goodbye with a wide smile.

Obviously he wasn't going to listen to Harry's rules, he didn't let anyone tell him what to do. He didn't eat yogurt for breakfast, he had a spoonful of peanut butter, he wouldn't break things, but he did move things around slightly. 

Of course he snooped through Harry's things, he was alone in a hot man's studio apartment, he could do whatever he wanted. 

"Let's see, what do you have here?" Louis asked himself as he dug through Harry's wardrobe, finding a drawer near the top, he opened it and found loads of female undergarments, varying in sizes and cup sizes and colour, it was clear that Harry was a slut, a fuckboy, a fuckman if you will.

Louis was very much a panties kind of gay guy, he liked how they made him feel, and how they made him look. Plus the look of shock on a guys face when you go to hookup and then they see the panties, oh, it's a magical look on their faces. Specifically very closeted guys or straight guys experimenting, they loved it most, which led Louis to believe Harry would love it too.

He continued his snooping journey. He walked over to the bedside table, it had a couple books on it that he couldn't see that morning in the moonlight. A decent amount of books, The Course of Love, My Policeman, and an Elton John biography. Not a very straight man reading list if Louis says so himself, which he does.

He hasn't read many of the books, but he's ready My Policeman, and he figures if Harry likes those books too, than Louis should at least try to read them, though he wasn't much of a reader.

He eventually got bored in Harry's small apartment alone, he felt trapped, if he left then he couldn't get back in, but he didn't know what to do for the next few hours. 

While he did snoop a bit more, finding some interesting things including suspenders, a gold thong, a carrot costume and a vibrator. He wasn't quite sure what the straight explanation for that was, though he didn't find lube, so either he used it all up, or that was used on a girl, he preferred the former to be quite frank.

"Clothes, need clothes." He hummed to himself, searching through the wardrobe for something comfy, maybe something slutty to surprise Harry when he gets back. And then he gets an idea, he's quite proud of the idea.

He grabs one of Harry's large shirts, throws that on, but doesn't bother to find bottoms, he stays in his cute cotton panties, they have flowers on them and they are so comfy. Louis does set his plan in motion, noting the time. Harry said he'd be home around 4, so at 3:59, Louis tossed his phone into the cracks of the couch.

Hearing footsteps approach the door he bent over, the shirt riding up just enough to see the panties as Louis stuck his hand in the couch, 'looking' for his phone.

The key turned in the look and the door swung open. "Yeah, Li, and they were using phrases I don't even know if they're good or bad." 

Harry hadn't noticed him yet, so he dug around more furiously and wagged his arse in the air, groaning a little as he looked.

His eyes snapped up at the movement and the little noises. "Fuck, Li, I gotta go."

Louis grinned to himself when he heard Harry throw his shoes off and rush over. "Hey Haz."

"What are you doing?" Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, he was about to stand behind and hold his waist, but figured it best not to, he settled with placing a hand on Louis' upper back, as to not be overtly suggestive.

"I dropped my phone in your couch." Louis said wiggling his arse a touch more, and Harry is only a man, his eyes did drift there for longer than he'd like to admit. "Aha, here it is." He said pulling it out and waving it triumphantly.

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"Well, what an astute observation. I have no other clothes here, so yes, it's yours." Harry didn't speak, he just looked in shock. "Calm down, Harold, 's not like I borrowed your boxers."

"Well, of course not. They wouldn't suit an arse like yours." Harry felt his mouth say without his permission.

Louis cocked a brow. "Is that so? Why not?"

Harry couldn't stop the words. "Your arse was made for panties."

"Hm. Spend a lot of time thinking about that?" Louis teased, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"You realize your arse was out the second I walked through that door. What if I had been with someone, what if Liam had come over like he sometimes does?" Harry interrogated, his hand on Louis' back had slipped lower, now resting on the lower back as they were both standing.

Louis just blushed as he tried to come up with words.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, you'd like the world to see how slutty you are. It's not just for show, it's not just to make money, you really like it?"

"Mhm." Was the only sound out of Louis' mouth. He wanted it, still unsure what 'it' entailed, but he wanted anything and everything from Harry.

"Too bad I'm straight, huh." Harry smirked, walking away.

Louis was gutted, he's never been rejected before, this was new, this was infuriating. He just wanted Harry to pin him down and fuck him, or maybe he'd tie Harry up, spread eagle, and he'd ride Harry forever until Harry was crying. He deserved that since he rejected Louis, and Louis always gets what he wants.

He waltzed over to where Harry had sat to do some work, sitting at a desk, and he crawled beneath it as Harry worked, he didn't notice Louis' presence until too late.

Louis had his hands holding Harry's knees, and he was busy mouthing at the clothed dick in front of him.

As soon as his actions started he could tell Harry was hard, not a straight guy thing, huh, Harry? Anyways, Harry's hand slipped down, grabbing the hair at the back of Louis' head and pulling him away.

"I really don't have time for this, I have to grade screenplays." Harry moaned as Louis used his hands to continue since his head was pulled away.

"Please?" Louis gave his best eyes again, feeling Harry's dick twitch in interest under the palm of his hand. "Please, Daddy?"

"You realize you're being so needy and slutty right now?" Harry said as his grip on Louis' hair loosened and Louis could continue his mouthing.

Louis shook his head. "Listen, 'm not needy. You're just convenient."

"Fine, whatever, just go back to what you were doing." Harry groaned, trying to nudge Louis' head back down.

Louis got out from under the desk and began walking away. "Too bad you're straight, huh?"

"Do you wanna suck me off again?" The question had barely left Harry's mouth and Louis was on his knees, mouthing at the dick through the material of the trousers. "Fuck, Lou. Didn't even give me a chance to take off my trousers and pants, so desperate for it already."

"Whatever you say, straight man." Louis said snarkily, trying to piss him off.

"I don't give a shit right now, just do it." Harry threw his head back in pleasure. Moaning at the feeling of Louis' mouth around his dick. After holding his head and thrusting in himself, he came down Louis' throat quite quickly with a groan. Panting and falling back into a chair, completely out of breath and teary eyed as Louis wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and getting up.

"I'm hungry, are you making dinner or what?" Louis' voice was incredibly wrecked as he spoke which only made Harry get lost in his thoughts with a grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah—I, mhm. Just give me a mo'." Harry was still panting and breathing heavily after coming so hard down Louis' throat.

Louis put went to go get some water. "Got you all out of breath, huh?"

"Fuck." Harry was still trying to recover.

"That good? Was it the best you've had?"

"It's up there."

"No, I need to be the best." Louis pouted with a furrowed brow. "Guess I'll have to try again." He winked and made a blowjob motion with his hands.

Harry tried to focus on anything other than Louis, but he was pretty much fucked from the blowjob, which was insane to think about on his account. He would be known as a manwhore, he's not ashamed of it, he just happens to like fucking women, and Louis apparently. He's built up incredible endurance, but somehow that wasn't good enough for Louis.

"You sure you can cook tonight?" Louis asked fifteen minutes later. "You haven't moved from that position."

"Just order a fucking pizza." Harry tossed his cell at Louis who caught it with a pleased grin.

That night was easier, Louis went up to bed pretty early, falling asleep to the sounds of Harry typing just beneath him in the small studio apartment, not really having any separation unless you were in the toilets.

Harry finished up some grading before getting ready for bed much later in the night, he got in beside Louis and he instinctively threw an arm around him. To his surprise, Louis cuddled into him in his sleep, his nose against Harry's chest.

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The next morning was similar to the last, Harry waking up to an alarm set way too early for Louis and making breakfast and coffee.

"Louis, wake up, mate. There's oatmeal if you want, and coffee." Harry said as he adjusted his curls with extreme precision.

"No, later, bye." Louis mumbled into the pillow where Harry's head used to lay.

Harry smiled and put an arm on the smaller man's shoulder. "You've got work today."

"I know, I'll just cancel or summat. Sleep." Louis mumbled again, not caring that he was drooling a little.

"Let's get you ready." Harry said going to the wardrobe, trying to find some clothes for Louis. "Does it matter what clothes you wear or do they dress you there?"

"They have clothes." Louis answered, keeping his eyes closed, but waking up a bit more.

"Okay, here. Put this on." Harry said tossing some trousers and a hoodie to Louis.

While still keeping his eyes closed, he got dressed while laying down in bed still. A miraculous feat that he had mastered after years of not being a morning person.

Harry practically dragged him out of bed and to the kitchen. "Okay, eat some oatmeal and I'll pour you some coffee."

"One, I don't eat breakfast on shoot days, don't want to get bloated. And two, I don't drink coffee, but I'll take a tea, thanks." Louis said sassily as he started to fully wake up.

"You need to eat something. I'll make you a tea though."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Harold, I've been doing this job for years, I'm fine. I eat after shoots, but not before, also I don't want to have to shit. That sort of delays the whole process with, you know, the cleaning aspect."

"Okay, that was too much information. But take this sandwich with you to eat later." Harry handed him a sandwich from his bag as he began boiling some water.

"Do you pack a lunch for school like a child?" Louis giggled.

"Watch who you're calling a child there, Louis."

"Whatever, Harold." Louis teased.

Harry turned fiercely. "My name is Harry."

"Sorry, sir." Louis tested boundaries, wanting to know what Harry liked and didn't.

"No."

"Master?"

"No, please, no."

"Daddy?" 

And there was no response, just Harry glitching with horse noises right as the kettle whistled. He resumed his quest of making some tea, but Louis found what he was looking for and smirked.

"Sorry, Daddy. Didn't mean to upset you." Louis teased, knowing just what to do to get what he wants.

"Louis." Harry said in a warning tone, but his back was facing away from Louis to hide his smile that he couldn't hold back. Louis felt accomplished as he shelved the information for a later time when he didn't have to head to work. He called Niall to come pick him up for work since he didn't have his car here at Harry's house.

"Bye, Harry." Louis said with his best look of innocence he could give, watching at Harry's gaze caught for a second too long in Louis' eyes. He then turned and got into Niall's car as Harry walked to his own car in a frozen silence.

—♡— 

"What was that?" Niall teased as they drove to work.

"What was what?" Louis feigned ignorance.

Niall rolled his eyes. "Why were you at Harry's house? Are you trying to hook up with him? I thought he was straight, no, I know he's straight. 'M pretty sure I saw him getting a blowie from some girl at the club a couple nights ago."

"He's not straight." Louis scoffed at Niall's lack of information.

"How do you know?" Niall asked with a knowing smirk and a nudge.

"I gave him a blowjob yesterday, and the day before that."

"Jesus, so, you two together now or what?" Niall asked.

Louis choked on the tea Harry had made him. "What? No! Why would you think that?"

"I mean, you clearly spent the night there, and I'm gonna assume the night before that as well. Did you sleep in the same bed?"

"Well, yes, and he cuddled me. But I tricked him into sharing." Louis reasoned.

Niall nodded skeptically. "Go on, how did you trick him?"

"He thinks he's straight, I know he isn't, I know better. After the blowjob that first night I told him not to sleep on the couch and to share a bed with me, if he didn't it would be more gay."

"How is not sharing a bed more gay?" Niall questioned, completely confused as they pulled into the car park.

Louis smiled at the memory. "Well, if he didn't want to share, I said it was because he was afraid of needing to fuck me, whereas if he was straight he should have no problem sleeping next to me."

Niall shook his head with a fond smile as he parked the car. "That poor man, the psychological warfare you're playing on his mind. I feel bad."

"Don't, he got wonderful head out of it." Louis beamed with pride as they walked inside.

"Wonderful? Wow, way to boost your own ego."

"I do this for a living, plus I've received numerous compliments, and he went back for seconds. Also he throat fucked me, pulled my hair, fucking ace."

"Jeez, sometimes I wonder where the line is in our friendship." Niall pondered as they stepped into Louis' changeroom.

"Niall, you see me get my brains fucked out multiple times a week. Talking about a blowjob should be a no brainer for you, especially for me since I got my brain fucked out." Louis smiled proudly with his wordplay.

—♡— 

After work he asked Niall to drop him off again at Harry's flat like the tease that he was. He didn't shower properly after the scenes today, so the sex hair was still going, and he smelled slightly of sex, and his eyes were glossy as he knocked on Harry's door. It was late, so Harry should be home from work by now, the sun had set and Louis wanted to make Harry confuse his sexuality and then sleep.

The door swung open to reveal Harry wearing only sweatpants and looking a little sweaty.

"You're staying the night again?" Harry asked, looking Louis up and down and trying to hide his smirk.

Louis gave a quick nod with a proud smile.

"Alright, just give me one sec, love." He smiled briefly before shutting the door so Louis couldn't get in yet.

Louis, being the curious little shit he was, pressed his ear against the door to attempt to listen to what Harry needed to do before Louis could go in. He was all sweaty, was he maybe working out?

Then he heard muffled voices, one lower and one higher, he assumed the lower one was Harry as Harry had a deep voice. He heard a bit of shuffling around the small flat, and he stepped back from the door as he heard footsteps approach the door. He didn't want to look like a creep, he was, but he didn't want to look like it. That's just weird.

"Maybe next time then." A lady said as the door opened, she was dressed in nice clothing, but wearing it poorly.

Oh shit, Harry just had sex with her.

"Bye." Harry said ushering her out the door a little rudely in Louis' opinion. If you're going to have sex with someone, at least have the decency to lie to them about giving them a call later.

The woman eyed Louis standing in front of her at the doorway. She turned back to Harry. "Really? You couldn't with me because he was waiting?"

"Bye." Harry said again nudging her out and grabbing Louis' arm and pulling him in.

"Did you just have sex with her?" Louis asked once the door was closed.

Harry shook his head and drank some water. "Nah, she gave me a handjob, but you knocked before we could get to the sex part."

"So you turned down sex... for me?" Louis asked, not knowing whether he was teasing Harry, or flattering himself.

"If you want to put it that way." Harry said, running a hand through his hair. Louis didn't miss the way Harry's muscles looked when he did that, he wanted to run his tongue across Harry's abs.

Louis pushed those submissive thoughts to the back of his mind, this was not the time. He came here to be a little shit disturber, and make Harry question everything.

"I'm sorry you missed out on sex, you can fuck me and pretend it's her if you want." Louis suggested innocently, like it wasn't insane, and horny.

Harry's eyes took in everything about Louis in that moment, Harry's clothes that he gave Louis that morning, a little sweaty, innocent smile, glossy eyes, bed hair, and the slight smell of sex. "Are you being serious?"

"No." Louis said, turning away with a sly smile. He knew what was about to happen, he's slept with enough men like Harry to have their actions down to a tee. He'd pull Louis back in, whisper something dirty in his ear, pin him down, open him up, then fuck him until he was on the brink of tears and begging for 'daddy' to let him come. 

Louis wasn't unexperienced, he knew Harry's every move, especially since Harry's never been with a man before, something that Louis also has experience with. He knows the sounds he has to fake to send him over the edge, the facial expressions, the movements, everything.

And thus, it began.

He felt Harry's hands wrap around his waist and turn him quickly. 

Louis feigned losing balance, and 'balanced' himself with his hands on Harry's chest, looking up innocently into Harry's eyes, as if he didn't know the effect he had on the curly man.

Harry leaned down and whispered in Louis' ear. "Baby, 'm gonna make you feel so good that you'll be stumbling to work tomorrow, too sensitive to act properly."

That was an unexpected turn, typically these whispers were all about how they were going to feel, what they were going to do, nothing about what Louis felt. Interesting, Harry was an interesting creature, well, he must be if all these ladies want to sleep with him.

Wait, no, he's hot. He doesn't need to be good in bed, or have a half decent personality. He's got muscles, dimples and curly hair, what more could a person want? Whereas Louis had to resort to his actions, an innocent look, swaying hips, being a tease. Sure his looks got him far, but to go further, his actions added up.

Louis was so in his thoughts, he didn't notice Harry pull back a little. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah, yes, sorry. Don't ask, if I want you to stop, I'll tell you, 'm not shy." Louis said rolling his eyes.

"I've gathered that much." Harry chuckled pulling Louis back in and attaching his lips to Louis' neck, not marking them up, just light kisses all over. Louis wanted, no, needed more.

"Harry, just, leave a mark."

Harry stopped for a second. "I thought you told the guy at the club that you couldn't have hickeys because of work?"

"Yeah, but I didn’t wanna spend hours in the makeup chair for them to cover up all that shit."

"Language." Harry mumbled before sucking harshly at the neck, finding the point below Louis' jawline, that made him actually weak in the knees. Harry could feel the way Louis' knees buckled a little, and he held him up for a second before pulling at his thighs. Louis complied, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist as he was being carried up the stairs in the studio apartment into the open space otherwise known as the bedroom.

Louis was expected to be thrown back onto the bed, but Harry gently laid him down, pulling off Louis' shirt and kissing down his chest. Louis reached beneath him, in the back pocket of his trousers he brought lube from work, they had the good stuff, and he tossed it beside them as Harry started pulling down the trousers and looking hungrily at the pants.

"Get on with it, straight boy." Louis teased, and that seemed to snap Harry out of his trance. He pulled down the pants quickly as Louis grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly to his chest for comfort.

Harry grabbed the lube and halted quickly. "I—I've never done this before."

Louis propped himself up on his elbows. "Right, so 's not hard to do, you've watched my porn videos. Just cover your fingers in lube and spread them inside me to make it looser. There's really no wrong way to do it, unless you go in dry. Once you think it's loose enough you can go for it with your cock, it's fine if it isn't loose enough, I like the pain. You can start with two fingers, I had a lot of sex today at work."

With that Harry resumed, a determined look on his face as he poured some lube onto two fingers. Louis propped his knees up and went back to hugging the pillow.

Harry circled his lubed up fingers around Louis' hole and Louis flinched a little. Slowly he pushed one inside, ignoring Louis' suggestion of two.

"Shit, baby. You're still so tight, and you've had a lot of sex today? Were they micro penises? Is that a thing you do in porn now?" Harry teased as he moved his finger in and out at a quickening pace.

"Oh, my god." Louis managed, surprised at his surprise. He knew Harry had a lot of sex, but he had really long fingers, and his fingering skills were impressive to say the least.

Harry added the second finger, twisting them as he moved in and out, he began spreading his fingers to open Louis up, and he was loving it.

Louis snaked a hand down to wrap around his own dick, relieve some tension, but was ultimately rejected by Harry.

"No, not yet. I've seen you come without that." Harry said as he pinned Louis' arms above his head with one hand, and the other hand quickened its pace in and out of the writhing boy.

Louis was silently begging that Harry would figure out where the prostate was on his own, he didn't think he could form a proper sentence if he tried. "MORE!"

"Be polite, baby."

"More, please, daddy?" Louis tried words, but that finally seemed to work.

Harry smirked above him, Louis felt him crook his fingers and hit the prostate. His whole body spasmed with want and with need as Harry then avoided that spot purposely.

"Was that it?"

"What the fuck did you think that was? The moon?" The desperation for more seemed to repair Louis' brain and he was able to speak sarcastically in full sentences.

"Language, y'know I could stop right now." Harry warned and Louis whined despite himself.

"Sorry, please?" Louis once again lost his mind.

Harry rewarded him with a third finger, Louis kept testing Harry's ability to pin his arms, but it seems as though he's done this before, Louis couldn't move his arms if he tried, and he tried, really tried.

"Stop resisting, darling." Harry said, his hot breath hitting Louis' neck in the most desirable way.

Louis listened, normally he would never, but Harry was Harry, what was he supposed to do?

"Good boy, Lou." Harry grinned evilly. Everything was calm for a minute, no trying to pull out of being pinned down, just relaxing as Harry had three fingers sliding in and out of him. And then it wasn't calm.

All of a sudden, after lulling Louis into a false sense of security, Harry crooked his fingers and increased the speed at which his hand was moving. He was now abusing Louis' prostate with three fingers moving at lightening pace.

"Ungh, daddy!" Louis cried out

"You having fun there?" Harry said gruffly, working hard. Sweat glistening across his body, abs contracting with all the movement, panting heavily, looking at this beautiful boy.

Louis broke eye contact. "Stop soon, or I'll come." 

"You're going to come on just my fingers, that's it. This is all about you for tonight." Harry said before sucking more hickeys onto Louis' neck as he continued hitting the prostate with now four fingers.

"Ha-Daddy, just-close." Louis whined uncontrollably as he felt tears form in his eyes.

"Can you hold on for a little while longer?" Harry asked, pulling away from Louis' neck to look him in the eye. One arm still moving at an unwavering pace, and the other pinning Louis down.

Louis gave a sad nod as Harry continued his work of art on Louis' neck.

"If I let go of your hands, you aren't touching yourself or you won't be coming at all tonight, understand?"

Louis nodded. "Ye—yes Daddy."

Harry pulled his hand away as he went to suck on one of Louis' nipples and toy with the other one with his now free hand, Louis' hands went to pull at Harry's hair.

He could hear Louis' heart rate, he could feel how hard Louis was, he knew he'd give in soon, and he really wanted to make this memorable for Louis in the same way it was for him.

Harry leaned back up, towards Louis' face, and kissed him deeply, sensually, with his tongue exploring Louis' mouth with efficiency. It was really a breathless kiss, but then again Harry's energy was otherwise occupied, and Louis was out of breath still. 

When Harry pulled back, maybe a centimetre, Louis tried to chase him with his lips, but Harry whispered something quickly. "Let go, love."

Louis was consumed by Harry's lips again, it took him a second to process what Harry had told him, but once he did, he sighed into the kiss as he felt his stomach tighten and loosen as he came between their sweaty chests. His arms were wrapped around Harry's neck to deepen the kiss, they were practically just panting into each other's mouths, but with a new sense of connectedness.

When they finally pulled apart and Harry had wiped a few tears from Louis' cheek, Harry looked down at his own chest and then at Louis before making an executive decision.

Louis watched wide eyed as Harry leaned down and licked the cum off of Louis' chest, making eye contact with Louis the entire time. That was fucking hot.

What wasn't hot was the look on Harry's face as he pulled away after. It wasn't of disgust, just of contemplation.

"What, you don't like jizz or summat?" Louis teased in order to ignore the worry.

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm just not used to it. There's so much, but I can't lick up all that."

"It's fine, I'll have a shower." Louis stood up slowly, and Harry was right, he will probably be feeling this tomorrow.

"Maybe I'll go with you, I have your spunk on me as well, and it seems as though you might need help standing." Harry said with a knowing smirk.

"Arsehole." Louis said before Harry carried him off to the shower.

After the shower and they were settled in Harry's bed Louis finally questioned it. This didn't go the way he thought it would, he knew he'd get something up his arse, but he assumed Harry wouldn't want to just finger him. 

Most gay guys don't want to just finger, so why would a gay man in denial?

Plus, since he wasn't focused on waiting for a dick, he wasn't trying to make someone else come with his actions and noises. That was all just natural, which was something Louis hadn't ever experienced.

"Harry, why didn't you have sex with me?" Louis asked in the quiet of the night, no lights on, both in bed.

"I got a handjob earlier, didn't need it. Plus you've sucked me off twice, might as well return the favour, not just for me." Harry said quietly.

"But I would have still enjoyed it if you did."

"Listen, I'm only going to say this one." Harry murmured slowly. "I was gonna, but then it turned out that I liked fingering you."

"Very straight, ladies and gentlemen." Louis said theatrically before Harry hit him with a pillow.

"Go to sleep, Lewis."

"Okay, Daddy."

Chapter Text

The next day at work he was a little sensitive in the nether regions as he waddled in the building. Harry dropped him off that morning before work, and Louis was quick to head to his dressing room.

"Whoa, mate. You good?" Niall asked from inside the dressing room as Louis walked in.

"Why are you in here?" Louis deflected while avoiding eye contact.

"You're covered in hickeys, and you're walking funny. Did you hook up with Harry last night?" Niall asked.

Louis gave in, there wasn't any other explanation for it. Niall was the one who dropped him off at Harry's last night. "Not in the way you're thinking, he gave me the hickeys, but he wouldn't fuck me. He fingered me and shit, but he wouldn't shove his monster cock in me." 

"Chill, mate. You don't need to whine about it."

"I do! I need his dick in me, Ni. You don't understand, and he's so good at sex, I just need him to be inside me right now. I need him to tie me up and fuck me hard, slap me, choke me with his cock, rim me, make me cry until I'm begging to come. Better yet, make me come three times." Louis whined in fantasy.

"Well, bad news then. Today you're filming a more vanilla scene." Niall scrunched his nose.

Louis huffed in annoyed compliance. "I'm always filming vanilla. I don't get it, viewers tend to like the more kinky shit, Harry likes the more kinky shit. I called him daddy."

"Gross, but you're right. Unfortunately, it's hard to find gay doms who want to do the kinky shit," Niall explained.

"Can't they just, force them? I mean, they're getting paid, just put it in the script that they have to." Louis complained, just wanting to be manhandled properly.

Niall shook his head. "Louis, I'm the intimacy coordinator, I'm the one who has to make sure everyone is comfortable, okay? If they don't want to do it, I can't force them."

"Buzzkill." Louis rolled his eyes and got dressed into the clothing that was laid out for him. 

"You're about to hate me more." Niall prefaced.

Louis' head shot up as he buttoned up the shirt. "Why?"

"You're supposed to top today." Niall winced.

Louis hadn't topped for a scene in years, not since he first started. It was all he did, then he had to bottom once, he loved it, and he's been bottoming ever since.

"Fucking hell. I cleaned myself for nothing?" Louis asked, knowing he cleaned himself for Harry.

"You can say no and we can get you in a different video." Niall suggested.

"No, it's fine, what is the script like?" Louis said, pulling on the trousers for the day.

Niall handed him the script. It wasn't too long, it never was since it was mostly saying 'have sex', but it still had some guidelines.

"This is basically nothing. I kiss him, I open him up, then I fuck him raw until we come. Then I just plug him and call it a day?" Louis asked as he tied his tie.

"Not nothing, you're stopping his wedding, making him remember that he should be with you instead, but then you let him get married plugged full of your cum." Niall explained.

"Okay, I've got this. He's secretly gay and is pretending not to be, but then I give him the best sex of his life and let him get married to a woman while full of my come." Louis visualized.

Niall looked over the script. "That's not in here."

"I'm creating a backstory, it's implied." Louis explained as he put on some loafers.

"Whatever, just go in there and fuck the hell out of that guy." Niall said, riling Louis up to get ready to perform.

—♡— 

"Wait, stop."

"Cut." The director called. "What's the problem Dante?"

"Sorry, 's just a little rough." He whined like a bitch.

Niall glared at Louis who rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Okay then, a little gentler this time, Lou. And action." The director called out.

Louis kept acting, he was good at it. But he wished he could do what he wanted without the input from others on how to fuck. 

It took a long time to get through it since the other man was insisting that they stop every so often.

After shooting, Louis took a shower while he complained to Niall before texting Harry to pick him up.

"How was work?" Harry asked as Louis slumped into the car dramatically.

"Awful." Louis groaned as they drove off.

"He couldn't find your prostate?" Harry joked.

Louis glared at him. "No, because I had to find his."

"What?" Harry stopped laughing.

"I topped." He saw the confusion on Harry's face so he explained. "That means I was the one doing the fucking."

Harry thought for a moment, processing the words and trying to picture it. "I can't picture you topping."

"Then you haven't scrolled back far enough on my page. My first five videos were all like that." Louis teased, knowing that Harry has looked at his page numerous times.

"Are you going for drinks tonight with the lads? Harry asked after a few minutes of silence.

Louis nodded. "Niall's coming too."

Harry shifted in his seat awkwardly. "I meant to ask, but do you and Niall work together? It's just that he walked out of the building with you, and he drove you to work yesterday."

"Oh, yeah. We've worked together for years, we lied about his job last week so that you wouldn't know either of us worked in porn." Louis laughed at the memory.

"So, you two work together?"

Louis didn't understand what was happening. "Yeah, I just said that. We work together."

"But like, do you work together together?" Harry couldn't form the sentence he wanted to.

Louis shot his a goofy look. "Are you okay in the head? Yes, for the millionth time, we work together."

"Oh for christs sake." Harry sighed loudly. "Do you two have sex on camera?"

Louis was surprised by the question. "Why? Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not jealous. It's a good question, have you and your friend slept together?" Harry reiterated.

"Oh dear Harold. Niall is straight." Louis said dismissively.

"Yeah, but like..." He motioned uncomfortably to himself.

"He's not like you. He's actually straight, I've tried, believe me. So have lots of the actors at work, but he's like the only man who's straight there. Everyone else is gay or a woman, or both." Louis explained. "He's the intimacy coordinator, he makes sure everyone is comfortable on set."

"Right, so he just watches you fuck strangers." Harry said monotoned, not quite enjoying this conversation.

"No, he mostly watches me get railed." Louis teased, seeing the way Harry's hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"And he's not into men?" Harry asked again, more bluntly this time.

"No, for the millionth time, no. He's straight. I haven't hooked up with him, he's one of the few people there I haven't hooked up with." Louis complained about all the questions.

"You've had sex with a bunch of your coworkers?"

"Harry, could you be any more jealous? Most of my coworkers are actors that I get paid to have sex with. I have hooked up with some others outside of work, but that is my personal business. Plus, you don't have the right to be jealous, you're still claiming that you're 'straight' while still doing things with me, and we aren't even a thing. I don't date, I just do casual, so if this is too much for your tiny brain, I suggest you stop letting me give you blowjobs." Louis ranted as the car pulled into the car park for the apartment building.

"Shut up, for once." Harry muttered, grabbed Louis by the neck and pulling him into a heated kiss, leaning over the console between them in the car.

After a few moments Harry pulled away. "I'm allowed to be jealous, you belong to me right now."

Louis just nodded and let himself be kissed by Harry, let their tongues dance, let Harry's hands pull him into while his own hands tugged at Harry's hair.

When they pulled away the car windows had fogged up in the cold winter air. They went to Harry's flat and called an Uber so they could drink, and while they waited, they grew needy.

"Fuck, do that again." Harry said, throwing his head back on the couch.

"I thought you were straight?" Louis teased, slowing down a touch.

"I'm whatever you want, just keep doing that with your hips." Harry moaned out in pleasure as Louis as sat on top of him, grinding down.

"Okay, daddy." Louis teased again, watching Harry's dark lust filled eyes snap open. Harry grabbed him by the waist and flipped them, putting Louis on his back on the couch, grinding down against him this time. He enjoyed the sounds escaping Louis' lips, the whines and the moans as he tried to rut up against Harry.

"Love the sounds you make, proper pornstar." Harry said giving Louis his knee to rub up against.

"Well, I am." Louis said smartly as he used the knee to get himself off.

When Harry's phone chirped Harry got off, checking the notification, much to Louis' horny dismay.

"The uber is here." Harry said, offering a hand to Louis.

Louis glared at the tall man as he stood up. "I thought you were going to finish this." 

"I will, later. Trust me." Harry said with a confident smirk as he put his shoes on and Louis had to readjust himself in his pants.

At the bar they met up with Liam, Zayn and Niall who were already there and already drunk, so these two needed to catch up.

"Here, drink this. It's mostly juice, barely tastes like alcohol." Harry said, passing Louis a drink he ordered as he reached for his own vodka.

Louis sipped it, sucking in his cheeks as he winked at Harry.

"Hey, Lou. Nice of you to finally join us." Niall smiled, patting the spot on the bench next to him in the booth.

"Sorry, traffic." Louis said with another sip as Harry sat across from him.

"So you two are getting along?" Liam asked, a little shocked. "Harry is a little clingy with friends, so I'm sorry in advance."

"I wouldn't say he's clingy, it's more that he's possessive." Louis corrected, swirling his drink with his straw as Harry nudged him with his foot.

Zayn laughed. "That's worse, mate."

Louis just shrugged and listened to the conversation happening around him, which soon proved itself difficult when Harry's foot reached his crotch, rubbing over the boner he had worked so hard to soften.

"But you know what, maybe I'm just not meant for love. I'll stick with my one night stands." Zayn huffed in annoyance after retelling a story of an awful first date he went on a few days ago.

"No, don't regress to be like Harry." Louis sassed, earning more pressure on the bulge in his trousers.

"Oi, don't say that. I like Harry." Niall said confidently.

"Thank you Niall." Harry said, raising a glass towards him.

Niall smirked lightly. "Yeah, I need more straight friends anyways."

Louis rolled his eyes, but Harry's foot slipped for a second, losing contact.

Liam jumped in, probably making things worse, but he didn't know it. "Well, congrats. Harry's the straightest man you'll ever meet."

Louis bit back laughter as Harry shot him a look.

"Hey, we were talking about me." Zayn complained, slurring his words together noticeably.

"Oh don't worry. You'll find someone." Niall brushed it off. "Plenty of guys in the sea."

"Really?" Zayn rolled his eyes.

Liam shook his head. "Don't be like that, Zee. You're hot, you're fit, you're charming, you're perfect. You'll find someone perfect for you too."

"Fuck Li, thanks. That was awfully adorable, and corny." Zayn chuckled, finishing his second drink since Louis sat down.

Louis may be picking up on some vibes right now, but he couldn't be sure since most of his brain power was focused on not rutting up into Harry's foot.

A few drinks later and the group was loud and full of laughter. Louis only had the one drink, but he was definitely feeling it. They all got some Uber's, Liam and Zayn going back to their shared flat, Niall going home with some woman, and Louis pulling Harry into the last uber, the one headed to his house. He hadn't been home in a while, and he needed to check on his babies.

Not real babies, they were succulents his mum bought him last month as a birthday gift, and they were looking a little dead.

As they made out messily in the back seat, Louis formulated his plan for the night, he loved having a plan and being in charge. That power is to die for.

Once they stumbled drunkenly into Louis' huge ass house, Louis was pulling Harry down by the neck again to kiss him again, deeper this time. Not exchanging many words, but both of them could tell where this was headed.

"Upstairs, let's go." Louis said racing upstairs, Harry following a step behind, nearly crashing into the shorter boy.

As they stepped into Louis' bedroom, Louis pushed Harry back onto the bed with such little force. "Fuck, you're so pretty."

"And you're quite drunk." Louis smirked. "Get undressed, I'll be right back."

Harry watched Louis sway his hips as he entered the ensuite to freshen up a little, then he got naked as fast as possible, laying back in the bed, unsure what was wanted from him. The door opened and Louis walked back in, hands behind his back, kneeling with his knees on either side of Harry's naked torso, he pressed a long kiss onto Harry's lips.

Before Harry could react, too distracted by the kiss to notice, one wrist was tied to the bedpost, and then the other arm. "Louis, what are you doing?"

"You can say no and I'll stop now." Louis said patiently, still sitting on Harry's chest. "We don't have to do this if you don't want."

"No, more, I want." Harry said begging for more, pleading with the small lad.

Louis smirked and began undressing himself, deciding not to tie the feet down. "You okay there, Daddy?"

Harry watched with wide eyes as Louis revealed the panties he was wearing again. "Fucking hell, the things I would do if I weren't tied up."

"Nuh uh, I think you need to shut up, Daddy. I know the perfect way to make you quiet." Louis smirked, slipping his panties down his legs.

"Fuck, yes. Sit on my face, baby." Harry said in a rough voice as Louis crawled up to be by his face.

Louis giggled and tilted his head. "I think you're forgetting who is in charge here."

He took Harry's bewildered expression to mean that he should continue. He positioned himself above Harry's open mouth and wide green eyes that were barely green. He slowly lowered himself until he felt the unmistakable feeling of tongue lapping around his arse.

"Oh, god." Louis gasped as he felt himself lower completely onto Harry's face, feeling everything Harry was doing with his mouth. He began putting more weight on Harry's face and watching Harry's hands tense up and pull at the restraints in an attempt to grab Louis.

As Harry poked his tongue in, Louis sat fully on his face, wanting more, craving more. Chasing more from Harry, he also began grinding on Harry's face chasing a certain feeling of pleasure he was obsessed with.

"Okay, good, okay, that's enough." Louis mumbled out lifting himself off when he felt himself get too close. 

Harry's eyes darkened as he tried to reach again, but couldn't, wanting more, wanting to have every bit of Louis as he could, he didn't really care.

Louis moved down Harry's body, and pressed a fat kiss onto Harry's lips, before he began lubing up Harry's dick intensely, forcing Harry to try and buck up into the touch.

"Watch it Daddy, I'm in charge. Don't make me tie up your legs too." Louis warned, pressing a shushing finger to Harry's lips. His lips were now covered in his own spit, and  the lube that Louis had been spreading on his cock.

Harry complied silently, he just needed this. 

Slowly, Louis lowered himself onto Harry's cock that was waiting for him, sinking slowly to feel the stretch and every inch of him that was accessible to him.

"Fuck, Daddy." Louis whined out as Harry was struggling to stay still and not buck up.

Harry's hands tried reaching again, just wanting to hold Louis and touch him all over. "Baby, untie me and I can help you."

Louis shook his head and changed immediately, knowing how to put on a show. "No thank you, you're going to be patient and let me please you."

Harry nodded, not taking his eyes off the boy above him.

Louis sped up, rising quickly and dropping with gravity, his fingers spread across Harry's chest as he moaned dramatically to please Harry, making himself seem more pleased than he was, but it helped get Harry there.

"Oh fuck, Lou. Doing so well, getting your arse stretched by my cock, such a good boy." Harry spoke to distract himself from the fact that he was tied up. "Love your noises, sounds fantastic."

"Daddy, shut up." Louis warned before placing a quieting kiss on his lips, smiling as Harry tried to follow the lips as he pulled away, but he couldn't.

Harry had been ridden before, this wasn't new, but he had never been tied up before, and he didn't know if he liked it or not. He preferred being in control, watching people come undone at his movements, but restricting him? He wasn't able to please or tease Louis, he was the one being teased as Louis grinned his hips down after each drop of his arse.

"Untie me, I'll fuck you hard and fast." Harry tried bargaining, but Louis just giggled and continued.

He began riding faster eventually, chasing his own release as he felt it in his stomach, wanting to make Harry come first though. "Daddy, your cock feels so good. Ungh! I never wanna stop riding your dick." He moaned dramatically, trying to send Harry over the edge faster. It seemed to work since Harry planted his feet on the bed and pounded up into his arse quickly.

"Yes, baby. Keep making those noises, 'm so close." Harry mumbled. Louis hadn't realized he was making noises, they weren't ones he let out intentionally, strange.

Nevertheless, Louis sat there above Harry, as he fucked up into the smaller boy before coming into the condom while deep in Louis. His legs fell flat on the bed, unable to do anything else since he was tied there. Louis began to take control again, seeking his own peak, finding it not too long later, other than the oversensitivity Harry was feeling.

"Aw, Daddy. What are you going to do about it?" Louis said as he sat on the dick a little longer, riding out his orgasm.

Harry didn't say anything, he was just panting into the air, unable to move.

"I mean, maybe I'll leave you like this until morning." Louis suggested, teasing a little more by circling his hips. "Maybe I'll stay on you, wake up with you deep in my arse?"

"Louis." Was all Harry could mutter out, making Louis quite pleased with the situation.

Louis rolled his eyes and got off. "Don't worry, 'm kidding."

Harry watched Louis walk away after pulling his panties back on, entering the ensuite to brush his teeth.

"Aren't you gonna untie me?" Harry asked a few minutes later while Louis was still in the ensuite.

Louis was about to respond when he began puking uncontrollably, he drank far too much.

"Louis, baby, are you okay?" Harry's voice sounded concerned, but Louis couldn't respond.

His eyes were watering up as he puked, eventually it got to the point of just dry heaving since he hadn't had too much food today. Still, he wasn't able to stand up or speak, let alone untie Harry.

After a few minutes of puking, dry heaving, and crying into the toilet bowl and wiping his face with toilet roll, he felt a warm hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

Louis turned behind him to see Harry, still naked, but the ties were still around his wrist, but the other end wasn't tied anymore.

Harry answered the unasked question that was on the tip of Louis' tongue. "I pulled m'self free. You alright?"

Louis nodded right as he puked, contradicting the nod.

"Shit, just— yeah, let it all out." Harry said, running his fingers through Louis' slightly sweaty hair. "Here, let's get you into the shower."

Louis just let himself be guided towards the shower, he vaguely felt the warm water running over him, the grasp Harry had on his waist so he didn't fall, the shampoo Harry was rubbing into his hair, everything felt too much, but so distant at the same time. Like it was a dream, like it wasn't really happening to him, like he was watching it happen to someone else.

He doesn't quite know how it happened, but he woke up the next morning in bed, his head resting on Harry's chest as it rose and fell. He snuggled into the bare chest a little closer, not wanting this feeling to end.

Harry sensed the change in breathing, and then he felt Louis snuggle into closer in the warm glow of the morning sun. "G'morning, Louis." He chuckled, his voice thick with sleep.

"No, 'm tired." Louis said as Harry felt his eyelashes brush against his chest.

"I've gotta get up, mate." Harry chuckled, running a hand through Louis' clean hair.

Louis shot up, a little angry looking. "Mate?"

"What?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"After all that, I'm just your 'mate'? D'you let everyone tie you up and ride you?" Louis said a little grumpily.

"No." Harry shook his head. "Sorry, I guess."

"You're not sorry." Louis huffed, getting out of bed and putting clothes on. "I mean, 's my fault really, you're just a straight man that I let fuck me when you were too inebriated to make a coherent decision."

Harry shook his head, following Louis out of bed. "No, that's not it. Louis, if you would listen—"

"I'm done listening to you right now. I mean, you called me baby, and love, and I just don't think I want to see your ugly face r—what did you do to my bedframe?" Louis asked, sparing a glance a the wooden bedframe that was a little broken.

Harry turned red. "Right, so, last night you left me tied up and you were puking in the bathroom for like, five minutes so I had to pull myself free to help." 

"Wow, thanks so much for helping." Louis sassed, throwing Harry's clothes at him, missing a little but. The shirt flying to the desk, the trousers landing on a basket of stuffed animals, the pants landing on Harry's curls.

"I shouldn't be surprised you're acting like this then, you are just a child after all." Harry grumbled angry that Louis wouldn't listen to him.

Louis stomped over to the tall older man. "Excuse me? That's rich coming from you, you're the one who fucked me."

"You had me tied down."

"So you're saying I raped you?"

"NO!" Harry shook his head, not knowing what to say to that. Louis didn't rape anyone, they were both drunk, and if anything, Louis was the drunker of the two and Harry was older, it was more likely that Harry would've raped him.

"So why was that your excuse?"

"How could I ever leave if you kept holding me that way?" Harry asked, wanting Louis to understand.

"I'm sorry, but I think you should leave." Louis mumbled, avoiding Harry's eyes.

Harry tried to apologize as he put on clothes, but Louis left the room without a word.

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Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have a lot in common

- They both love their jobs

- They don't trust easily

- They love to entertain (Harry with his acting, Louis with his...acting)

But most of all, they both love having sex and aren't ashamed of it.

The difference between them becomes apparent when you look at their hookups.

Harry will go to clubs and bars and pubs to find a girl, take her home just to have sex, and kick her out either before he falls asleep or early in the morning. He doesn't give out his number, he doesn't call people, he never has to see them again.

Louis doesn't go out much, but he does hookup from time to time outside of work. It's never serious, but he has the phone numbers of a few people that he'll either call, or wait for them to call so they can hookup. He keeps in touch with his flings and calls them when necessary, that way he knows what he's getting into and doesn't have to explain that it's nothing serious.

Something seems off this time though, almost as if one of them has changed. And Louis' too stubborn to change.

Harry went back for more, he never kicked Louis out or pushed him away. Harry stayed until he fucked it up and got kicked out.

Neither one of them wanted a relationship, neither one of them was good at that sort of shit, neither one of them felt comfortable being that close with someone. And that much was apparent.

The one thing Louis should have known, was that Harry wasn't like him. Harry's casual hookups weren't people he already knew, Harry would never fuck the same person twice on purpose, only if he was drunk or didn't remember her. If Louis had known that, maybe the outcome would've been different. 

But he didn't know that. 

He just assumed Harry was like him, sleeping with the same handful of people if he was bored.

And that's why they are now in this predicament.

"Lou, what's going on with all these hickeys?" The makeup artist asked, covering a now fading bruise by his collarbone.

Louis shook his head, that was the only proof that Harry had fucked him and fingered him, and it was fading away. Sure it had been days, but he wished it would stay longer. "Don't worry, 'm not getting anymore."

"I mean, I'm not mad. Just curious." She said, brushing some powder on to make it not as shiny.

"Just a fling gone wrong. It's whatever." Louis sighed, thinking back to Harry and his body.

"Y'right?" She asked, touching up his hair a little.

Louis thought for a moment, recalibrating his emotions. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

He had been moping around for the past few days, faking it for the camera, but whenever they called cut, he was back to moping.

—♡— 

Niall approached him after wrapping for the day. "Hey Tommo, let's go for drinks tonight."

Louis shook his head after getting out of the shower. "I can't, 'm volunteering in the morning and don't feel like showing up hungover and puking all over m'self."

"Alright, then are we still meeting up with the other three on Friday? I know something happened between you and Harry, but I really liked hanging out with them."

"I don't know if I'll go, but you should go, have fun with people you haven't seen naked." Louis cracked a smile, trying to convince his friend that he was fine when he wasn't.

"Okay, just—be nice to yourself. I don't like seeing you all depressed and sad, it's unnatural, I don't think I've seen you go this long without smiling like a maniac." Niall teased lightheartedly.

"Oi, 'm fine."

"Are you though?" Niall pressed, showing his concern for the boy. "What happened between you and Harry?"

Louis sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I fucked him, or no, he fucked me, but I tied him to the bed and sort of...rode him?"

"Save a horse." Niall mumbled.

Louis glared at him. "I got upset because the next morning he called me 'mate' after calling me 'love' and 'baby' all night. He called me a child, and then it all escalated from there and I kicked him out of my house."

"To be fair, you are a child." Niall teased and Louis whacked him on the back of his head. "Ow! I mean, you're what, a year older than some of his students?"

Louis paused his whacking and thought about that, it was true, he was only 19, some of Harry's students would be 18, is Louis really a child?

No, he's not. He has a stable job, enough money to retire tomorrow and live a decent life, a car, a house, he isn't a child.

"'M not a child." Louis said defensively.

"That look isn't very adult." Niall said, pointing at Louis' pout.

Louis rolled his eyes and was about to repeat what Niall said back to him in a baby voice before he caught himself. "Whatever."

—♡— 

The next day at the retirement home, he immediately felt better. No drama, no cameras, and no Harry Styles.

Though, on this particular day Louis was out of sorts. He knew why, but he wanted to ignore all the problems and go on as if nothing was wrong with him.

"Louis, do you mind helping with the nature walk?" Liam asked from the front desk, scaring Louis a bit and making him jump and flinch.

"Sure, I love the nature walk." The nature walk was basically a short path outside that needed three volunteers, one guiding at the front and two at the back to make sure no one gets left behind. It would take the average person maybe 15 minutes to walk, but it took these seniors closer to 45 minutes or an hour depending on if they were taking breaks.

Luckily the snow was melting, though it was still late January so Louis was bundled up in as many layers as he could, looking like a marshmallow.

Louis greeted some of the seniors, and took a head count of how many were joining the walk, making sure they were all keeping warm in the cold outdoors. A nice distraction from the chaos that reigned his brain.

"Ugh, do I have to?"

"I told you I'd force you to volunteer one day, today is that day. You're helping with the nature walk. You don't have a choice." Liam scolded.

Louis couldn't hear them and instead began leading people outside to follow Suzanna, another volunteer that would lead them while looking like she didn't want to be there.

"Louis, look who I got to volunteer today." Liam said walking over to him.

Harry Styles.

"Hel-Hi." Louis stuttered out awkwardly, not wanting to let Liam know of the tension.

"Hey." Harry nodded.

Liam looked back and forth between the two confused. "Okay, anyways. Have fun on the nature walk."

Louis quickly turned and helped Ms. Notura tie her winter boots, smile snapping back onto his face as he tried to forget Harry was there.

"Thank you dear, what would I do without you." She smiled as she followed the group outside, Louis trailing behind them.

"To volunteer for the nature walk, your job is to make sure no one gets left behind, no one falls, nothing bad happens." Louis explained, not turning to even look at Harry.

"Are you even going to look at me?" Harry asked.

Louis shook his head. "I'm busy, Harold."

"Don't be so-"

"So what? Don't be so immature? Childish? Well guess what, I am a child." Louis snapped, whispering angrily in Harry's direction.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, you're not a child." Harry backtracked.

"I am though. You know I'm a year older than some of your students?" Louis asked, still walking slowly behind the seniors and not looking Harry in the eye.

Harry seemed to freeze and shiver, it was unclear whether the shiver was from the statement or the cold and brash temperatures. "That-That doesn't mean you're childish."

"Really?" Louis asked sarcastically, his eyes on Mr. Gordon who seemed to be walking towards a tree off the path. "Mr. Gordon, please do you mind staying on the path?"

Harry grabbed Louis to stop him, holding him by the shoulders so he had to face Harry, but his head hung low and his eyes avoided Harry's. 

That was until Harry used a glove clad hand to raise Louis' chin to make him look Harry in the eyes. His cheeks pink from the cold, his blue eyes a little dry from the wind, his hands shaky from the situation.

"You're not just a kid, 'm sorry I yelled at you last week. Can you stop ignoring me though?" 

"That depends, are you still going to call me 'mate'?"

"Are you going to call me 'Daddy'?

Louis rolled his eyes and bit back a smirk. "Whatever, just keep walking."

"Come back to mine tonight?" Harry asked, a smirk dancing on his lips.

The wind howled between them, but neither felt cold. "No, you're coming to mine."

"So demanding."

"Yes, look at you. Being pushed around by a child." Louis smirked and skipped ahead to hold another residents hand.

"I didn't—" Harry started, but Louis as already too far to hear.

After the nature walk Harry was assigned to the kitchen.

"So, what am I making?" Harry asked, tying an apron around himself.

"You're not cooking, you're doing the washing." Liam said annoyed that his friend wasn't listening to him.

Harry's head turned quickly to face Liam. "Why? I'm a great cook."

"We don't have our volunteers cooking, we hire people for that. And you're just an average cook." Liam toned down Harry's enthusiasm.

"Ugh, whatever." Harry mumbled storming off to the sinks.

Meanwhile Louis was overseeing free activity time where some of the residents came to a quiet room to paint, or knit, or play chess. A nice warm and quiet break from the outside.

Louis scanned the room for something to do when his eyes fell on a bookshelf full of newly donated books. His eyes scanned a row of books before stopping on one he's seen before. My Policeman. It was on Harry's table, beside his bed. If Harry liked it so much, maybe Louis would too, so he sat in a comfy chair, curled himself up and started reading.

Even when the activity time was over he stayed, the residents were all heading for dinner so he would have nothing to do anyways, he focused on reading this slightly heartbreaking book, which is way too gay of a book for a straight man to own. It's all about pretending to be straight while actually being gay, that checks out.

By the end of his volunteering shift he'd finished the book, it was good, sad, but sweet. It was a good book. He grabbed his jacket and walked outside to his car, where they was a hooded figure leaning against it.

"Oi," Louis called out in a slightly annoyed tone.

It turned around. "Liam drove me here, thought you wouldn't mind.

Louis rolled his eyes like he was annoyed, but that really wasn't the case. "Just get in the car, you fucker."

"Really? I can't call you mate, but you can call me fucker? That doesn't seem fair." Harry said, strapping on the seatbelt.

"To be fair, you are a fucker, a manwhore, a slut if you will." Louis explained as he drove away from the retirement home.

"Watch it, doll." Harry said with a deep voice.

"Okay, fine. I just think it's weird how you are a former fuckboy, and now you're getting bossed around by a child." Louis teased, his bright smile distracting Harry from the words for a moment. The smile also helped to distract himself.

"I'm not getting bossed around." Harry huffed.

"Right, okay. Who's driving you? Whose house are we going to? Who tied who down to the bed?" 

"I don't have to go to your house, if I say we're going to mine, you will listen to me."

Louis didn't like that at all. "Says who?"

"Says me." Harry said simply. "I know you put on this act, probably for work, but somewhere deep inside you, probably by your prostate, there's your submission hiding."

"But 'm not submissive. Only for work."

"But you are though, and you want to please me and do good, but you're trying to act like you don't by bossing me around." Harry called him out.

Louis tried to think of a retort, but nothing came to fruition.

"Now, if you really want to be a good boy for me, the second we get to your house, you're going to go up to your room and strip to just your panties for me. I'm gonna take my time, get myself a glass of water, and when I come upstairs you'll be ready with lube." Harry said in a low voice as Louis tried to keep his eyes on the road. "Can you do that for me love?"

Louis couldn't do anything but nod, no words were able to escape his lips as he sped up his driving, wanting to be home already, unsure why it was so easy for him to listen to Harry. His mind was still hazy from this morning, but he figured he'd just wait for Harry to fuck him out of it. He ran upstairs and fished the lube out of his drawer, laying it beside him on the bed as he quickly took his clothes off, throwing them in the hamper and getting back on the bed, face down arse up.

"Oh fuck." Harry muttered a few minutes later when he walked into the room with the sight of Louis' panties clad arse up in the air just for him. "So pretty, Lou. You did so good listening to my instructions like a good boy."

"Thank you Daddy." Louis spoke calmly, enjoying the praise and compliments that were directed at him, but had a horribly anxious feeling creeping within him.

Harry walked around the bed, grabbing Louis' face by the cheeks so he would look at him. "But you weren't a very good boy when you ignored me for five whole days, huh?"

"Maybe Daddy shouldn't have called me 'mate'." Louis tried to use sass to push his thoughts away, but it didn't work so well.

A hand slapped across Louis' bottom.

"Watch it." Harry warned, rubbing a soothing hand over the handprint he left, massaging it as he spoke.

"'M sorry Daddy, I was bad." Louis said, knowing what he should've said, he's been in this scenario before.

"I know baby, but Daddy was bad too. Let's forget about it?" Harry asked with a kiss to Louis' nose.

Louis nodded as much as he could while his cheeks were still being help tightly by Harry's hand. "Yes please, would like that very much."

Harry pressed a longer kiss to Louis' lips, loving how he tasted, but sad to have to pull away. "Good boy, all for me. I'll make you feel happy now."

Louis' face was place gently on its side on the bed as Harry went around to the other side, his large hands had a firm grip on Louis' waist. He ran a finger along the panties, following it down between the arse cheeks, stopping at his hole.

"Wait, can we just—I need a second." Louis shifted a bit, his breath quickening. It was weird, this never happened, he never chickened out of sex.

Harry took his hands away immediately. "Are you alright?"

Louis shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. "Yeah, 'm fine. Go on, please?"

Harry nodded cautiously, but went back to where his hands had been running along Louis' panties.

"Baby, I can't see your hole. Use your hands for something." Harry demanded. Louis whined softly as he moved his hands to his own arse to pull the cheeks apart, making Harry smile. He resumed tracing the panties until he dug a finger under the fabric that ran over his whole, pulling it back as far as he could and letting go.

"Oi, that hurt you cunt." Louis gasped angrily before realizing the words and his tone, so he flinched away and flipping to his back. "I'm sorry Daddy, it just scared me."

"Don't worry, 's alright, baby. I won’t hurt you any more than you can take, no need to flinch like that. Alright?" Harry asked, running a large hands up and down Louis' thighs to soothe him.

Louis whined a little as he nodded, his eyes burning with tears he wouldn't let fall. He flipped back to his knees and put his arse in the air for Harry.

"I need words Louis." Harry said with another smack to the arse.

"I understand." Louis' voice came out in a broken whimper.

Harry caught wind of the tone and softened up a little. "Are you alright, blue? Do you want me to stop?"

Louis shook his head. "No, just wanted to be good for you and 'm messing it all up." He cried into the mattress.

Harry rushed around to the other side to lift his face out of the mattress. "Hey, no, you're still good. Everyone makes mistakes, but deep down you're still a good boy."

"I just want you to stay for a while, I'll be good. I'll be better, I promise. I can suck you off?" Louis offered sitting up, eyes wet with tears that hadn't fallen, lips bitten red, just wanting to be good for something.

Harry shook his head. "You aren't in the right headspace for sex right now."

"No, I am, I promise I am. Don't leave yet."

"Hey, 's alright blue, 'm not leaving. We're not having sex though, we'll stay in tonight, order some takeaway, watch a movie." Harry said finding Louis a jumper to throw on.

Louis put it on, still upset that he wasn't ready to have sex with Harry again, he wanted to, but he had built it up so much in his head that it just seemed too much. "Haz, 'm sorry."

"Hey, you've got nothing to be sorry for." Harry said, pressing a kiss into Louis' hair.

"No, I do. 'Ve been teasing you for being 'straight' while still hooking up with me, but I can't even do what you want anymore. And I'm good at sex, I know it, and for some reason I couldn't do it tonight. I wanted to, I just—"

Harry cut him off with a hug. "You never should apologize for not wanting sex."

That didn't feel right to Louis, it should have, but it didn't. "But it's sex. I do it for a living, I know I can do it, it's all 'm really good for? There's no good excuse."

"Stop that. Sex isn't all you're good for. You've got plenty of charm, personality and humour. You love your family, you volunteer at the retirement home, and most impressively..."

"I got a straight man to sleep with me?" Louis smiled through his tears.

"No, what I was going to say was that you were able to maintain a friendship with Niall." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry I freaked out tonight." Louis said tossing the lube back in the drawer and remaking the bed.

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry about it. What do you want for dinner?"

"Chinese, please." Louis smiled at the man that was leaving the room to go order some food. He laid back on his bed, tears still rolling down his face as he looked up at the stars that were glowing on the ceiling, the ones he put up a little over a year ago when he first bought the house with his boyfriend at the time. The stars weren't all put up at once, he had them in his childhood bedroom too, but he figured he'd carry on the tradition here too.

There were probably at least a hundred stars on his ceiling and walls at his mum's house, but here there were less, but still enough that it was noticeable. He kept the remaining stars at the bottom of the basket full of stuffed animals, hidden until he needed another. He hadn't put up a star in weeks, and right now, he didn't think he ever would.

"Blue, the food will come in about 30." Harry said reentering the room to find Louis laying in the dark staring at the ceiling. "What are you doing, love?"

"Nothing." Louis admitted, he really wasn't doing anything, he was thinking about things, but not doing anything besides laying here.

Harry laid next to him, staring at the ceiling as well. "I really like the stars, they're pretty, like you."

"I like them too, I have them at my mums house too." Louis explained a little.

"I think you should add some more, fill in a few more gaps. I can buy you some more stars online, unless you have a brand you prefer." Harry offered, searching for his phone in his pocket.

Louis stopped him with a hand. "I have plenty more stars, but I only put up stars when I have too."

That was mysterious and intriguing, Harry wanted to know everything about him. "What do you mean you have to?"

"I—" Louis thought for a moment. "I used to have these awful suicidal thoughts, my mum put me in therapy, which I hated, but I went because I loved her. My therapist told me to keep a diary and write down things, so my mum gave me what little money we had to go to the store and buy a journal, but instead I bought the stars. Each time I had a panic attack about it, or a really negative thought, I put up the stars. After a few years the stars littered my room. It was a nice reminder that things will get better, and the stars are proof of that." 

Harry just nodded though Louis couldn't see him, wanting him to continue.

"I moved here, maybe a year ago with my boyfriend at the time. A lot of stickers went up until he broke up with me." Louis sighed. "Well, no. Lots also went up for a couple months after that too."

"Did he not help you with your panic attacks?" Harry asked, wondering why he had to put up a lot while his boyfriend was living here. 

Louis snorted loudly. "No! He did not."

Harry could tell Louis wasn't going to let him in on why that was laughable, though Harry really did want to know.

"Why'd you break up?"

"He didn't like that I did porn. Got all possessive and controlling and he started—no, he basically made me choose between him and my career." Louis said timidly, trying to keep it a secret.

"Oh." Was all that came out of Harry's mouth.

"Nah, 's fine. 'M fine, everything is alright." Louis said as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it."

—♡— 

"What's the youngest I should be dating?"

Liam stopped mid sip. "Dating? You?"

"Hooking up or dating? Because those are two different numbers in my head." Zayn asked. "Hooking up, I dunno, I know you've done 17 last year. Dating... I wouldn't know because you haven't dated anyone since year eight."

"Both of you are idiots. It's just a question. If I were to date someone, what's the youngest appropriate age?" Harry asked, taking the joint from Zayn.

Liam thought for a moment. "I dunno, personally I wouldn't go for anyone under 22, just cause I'm turning 25 this year and I'd want someone who is out of uni."

"Okay, but that's you. What about me?" Harry asked, feeling a little selfish.

"It's weird for you, you've never proper dated anyone before so I'd say any age is weird." Zayn pointed out, not being very helpful.

"Okay, well this is all hypothetical. Just give me a number." Harry was getting very frustrated with his high friends, the smoke filling the air.

"Okay, hypothetically, I'd be a tad judgemental if she was under 20. You're turning 25 in a week." Zayn offered, eyes a little unfocused.

"I'm sticking with 22. I feel like anyone younger would probably only be with you for daddy issues or something." Liam thought out loud as Harry choked on the smoke.

He took a deep breath. "What if the person was 19 and turning twenty this year?"

"When this year?" Zayn asked.

"Uh, December I think." Harry offered up the little actual information he had on Louis.

"So this isn't a hypothetical, interesting. Who's the lucky girl? Is it exciting to be getting your first girlfriend halfway through your twenties?" Zayn teased with a wicked smirk.

"To answer your question, Harry, I'd say that if you really like her, go for it. She must really be something if you're ditching your whorish ways for her." Liam said kindly before snatching the joint.

Harry nodded, still thinking. "Okay, so it'll be fine if it comes down to that."

"Technically the rule is half your age plus seven, which for you is about to be nineteen and a half, so I think you're in the clear." Zayn said before shoving a handful of crisps into his mouth.

"If her birthday is in December, then she just turned 19 last month. She's basically eighteen." Liam pointed out.

"Well, you're not the one fucking her." Zayn said with a mouth full of crisps.

"Mind the crumbs, Zee." Liam said, swatting him with the back of his hand.

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Harry walked into the building, double checking the address he was sent, unsure if he was supposed to wait in the car or not.

"Sir, this is a closed set, only approved persons can be in here." A man whispered harshly when he walked onto a set.

"CUT!" Someone called out and more lights turned on rather than just the ones illuminating the actual set.

"Sorry, do you know when they'll be done, I'm supposed to pick someone up." Harry whispered awkwardly.

The man looked Harry up and down. "You don't have authorization to be in here, there are people filming delicate things."

"Harry!" A voice squealed rushing over as he tied a dressing gown around himself.

Harry caught the man who had just flung himself forward in hopes of being caught. "Hey blue, I thought you said you'd be done by 6, it's half past."

"Oh, sorry. We're running long, the guy I was filming with is being too loud and it's messing with the audio." Louis explains simply, like he wasn't just talking about having sex on camera.

"Sir, I have to ask you to leave." The man says again, firmly this time.

Louis frowned and shook his head. "No Dan, it's okay. He's with me, I'm okay with him here."

"Lou, it's against the rules." Dan said patiently.

Louis flashed his puppy eyes that always worked on Harry. "Please, I'm okay with him here, I can check if Nathanials good with it too, no one else is naked in there, it'll be fine."

"You'll have to get it approved by Horan then, and we're starting again in 2 minutes." Dan said listening to his earpiece.

"It's fine Lou, I can just wait in the car." Harry said backing away towards the exit.

Louis grabbed his forearm tight. "No, it's cold outside, stay. Niall likes you, it'll be fine."

"Fine." Harry conceded.

"Horan, Nathanial, my dressing room!" Louis called out for the two people. It's funny, for someone as innocent and harmless looking as Louis, people listen to him as if he's in charge.

"Nathanial, this is Harry, are you okay if he's on set?" Louis asked bluntly once they were all sat in the large dressing room.

Nathanial looked between Louis and Harry and Niall. "Uh, sure."

"Niall?" Louis asked, hopeful that Harry could stay. "Please, it's his birthday."

Niall tilted his head. "Really? This is how you want to spend your birthday? Watching porn? I mean, fair." Niall shrugged. "Yeah, alright, he can stay."

It was just in time as the director called out for the actors to be in place. Harry watched the two actors rush off and Niall walk with a little speed behind them, he followed slowly, not really sure what to expect.

Niall led him to a few chairs. "This is where I sit, but you can sit here. They should be done in thirty ish minutes, but don't hold me to that."

Harry took a seat there awkwardly. "Uh, thanks Niall."

"Lou, we need you facing us arse in the air, Nathanial can you hold his head down into the bed with your other arm, and then hold his waist with your left." Someone called out and Harry watched as they made those changes, Louis with the side of his face being pressed down into the mattress by some hunky and fit lad named Nathanial.

"Can he choke me?" Louis asked from his position.

Nathanial moved his hand from holding Louis' head down, to holding around the back of his neck. "Like this, is that good?"

The director looked at the screen indicating how it would look on camera. "Yeah that's fine, can we smooth out the blanket though, we're missing part of Lou's face."

Someone rushed to smooth it out while Niall wandered into the shot to figure out the choking bits. "Do you want to be really choked, or stage choked?"

"Oh, 'm okay with real choking, that's fine." Louis said eagerly.

"I don't know how to choke, maybe just stage choking." Nathanial hesitated.

Louis rolled his eyes. "C'mon Nathanial, choke me like a man."

"Lou!" Niall snapped quietly, it was the number one rule of intimacy coordinator that no one felt pressured into doing things they didn't want to do.

"Sorry, fine, stage choking is fine." Louis scoffed. Niall rushed back to stand next to Harry as the director called ACTION.

Suddenly, the room was filled by moaning, whining and panting, as well as the sound of thighs against arse, a sound Harry was familiar with, but felt a little jealous over.

"Fuck me sir, oh my god, right there, there." Louis whined in a faux high pitched voice.

"Yeah, you like that, slut?"

"Oh fuck, keep going, I'm coming, 'm coming." Louis kept it up.

Nathanial tightened his grip on Louis as Harry tightened his grip on the arm rests of the chair.

"Hold it, baby. Wait for me." Nathanial grunted out, and Harry couldn't look away. He didn't like that other people got to see Louis like this, sure, they weren't in a relationship or anything, but still, it felt wrong.

He watched it become more passionate, faster, harder, steamier, but he didn't notice how his own face had changed until Niall said something.

"Y'alright, mate? You look like you're shitting bricks." Niall said quietly as to not be heard by the microphone.

Harry relaxed his face and tore his eyes away from the porn in front of him. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Did you want something to eat or drink?" Niall asked, but before Harry could answer Niall spoke up. "Let's go check it out."

Harry was pretty sure that it was more that Niall wanted food, but he followed nevertheless. Niall led him to another room which looked to be a nice, but small, kitchen with plenty of food and energy drinks.

Niall was quick to grab a burrito and a slice of pizza from the counter. "You can eat anything in here, go ahead, grab some stuff, there's dishes in that cabinet."

Harry nodded and grabbed a plate and loaded it with a salad, sitting next to Niall at a table. "So, this is your job."

"So, this is how you spend your birthday." Niall countered simply.

Harry persisted. "Aren't you straight?"

"Aren't you straight?" Niall said calmly, with a mouth full of food. Sure, he liked Harry in theory, but if he's just playing games with Louis then he hates the man on principle. That's how friendship works.

"Okay, guess we're not talking about it." Harry sighed.

"Alright, sorry, just teasing ya." Niall smiled quickly, putting the burrito down for a moment. "I do work here, yes, I am straight."

Harry nodded, playing with his food a little. "What's your job? Do you do...porn?" He whispered the last word as if it was a crime.

Niall let out a loud laugh. "NO! And you don't need to say it like that. PORN!! No, I am the intimacy coordinator, I basically make sure everyone is comfortable."

"Oh, okay. Why do you do—How did you get into this?" Harry asked, curious how one becomes an intimacy coordinator for gay porn.

"I mean, I wanted to work in film, and they were hiring here, so I applied. I used to work in hetero shit, but they needed more people for gay porn, it pays more too, so I followed the money, and I've been here for three years. That's how I met Louis."

"But back then you didn't know his age?" Harry asked, wanting to know more about Louis.

Niall nodded and swallowed some food. "Yeah, don't tell anyone though. While the legal age of consent is 16, you aren't able to profit off it or work in porn until you're 18, just for the laws of child pornography and shit. So he must've lied about that, I don't know how he got away with it, but he would've been 16 when I first met him if he's 19 now."

"And you never questioned it?" 

"I mean, I knew he looked young, but I figured that he wouldn't be working unless he was old enough. To be fair, he's looked the same since he started working here, he doesn't even look nineteen in my head." Niall chuckled, shoving more food into his mouth.

—♡— 

"Sorry that took so long, it's been a lot of stopping and starting." Louis said walking out of his dressing room.

"It's fine." Harry held the door open for both of them to leave.

"No it's not, it's your birthday and I said I'd take you to a restaurant at 6, and it's half seven." Louis scoffed walking to Harry's car.

"Trust me, I'm fine. I got to talk to Niall a lot. He really is an interesting character." Harry said starting the car. "Where to?"

"Oh, I have a restaurant in mind." Louis said grabbing Harry's phone and typing in the address.

They drove and chatted for a few minutes before arriving at the restaurant, it wasn't a fancy place, but it was nice enough for the occasion.

"So," Louis said sitting down at the table. "It's your birthday."

"It's my birthday." Harry nodded in agreement.

"You're 25 today." Louis said picking up the menu to read it.

Harry nodded and bit back a smile. "I'm 25 today."

"I got you a surprise." Louis smiled, not looking up from the menu, afraid that if he looked at Harry too long he'd spill the secret.

"You got me a surprise?" Harry repeated, a tactic he learned from being a teacher.

"Well, I'm gonna take the credit for it." Louis smirked, finally looking up from the menu.

Harry never really liked his birthday, he didn't like everyone paying attention to him, he didn't like the reminder that he was getting older. Though that is hard to ignore each year with the next batch of incoming students that look like babies while he still feels like he's 18 when they're 13.

"So what's the surprise?" Harry asked, a little afraid of what Louis might do. Will it be sexual? Will it be sentimental? Will it be embarrassing? Harry's kind of hoping it'll be a sexual surprise, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself.

Louis smiled like a kid on Christmas. "Look behind you!"

Harry slowly turned with a frown before it faded to shock. His friends and family were there, Liam, Zayn, his parents, his sister, grandparents, cousins, coworkers... the whole lot. "What the fuck? You did this Louis?"

"Yes." Louis nodded proudly.

"Oi, piss off. I did this." Liam said with a teasing anger.

Louis rolled his eyes innocently. "But I got him here."

"Yeah, because he never wants to go out for his birthday when we ask." Zayn shook his head taking a seat.

Harry was so distracted by the overwhelming number of people to pay attention to the conversation.

"Mum, hi." He said standing to hug her tightly.

"My baby." She said rocking him slightly in the hug. Though he loomed over her now, he was still her baby.

Harry heard Gemma teasing with a wide smirk. "Happy birthday to the baby."

"I'm another year older, not really a baby." Harry defended against his annoying older sister.

"Yet you can't catch up to me." She smiled proudly.

"Okay, let's not fight on Harry's birthday. You two need to grow up, you aren't teenagers anymore." Anne said stepping between them. Her comment made Harry's eyes fly to Louis.

Louis was still engrossed in a conversation with Liam and Zayn about who was responsible for pulling this birthday surprise off, so he didn't hear or see.

"Harry, how about you introduce us to everyone." Robin smiled, trying to ease the tension.

Anne got excited about that. "Yes, we already know Liam and Zayn, but introduce us to your coworkers."

Harry guided his family through the crowd.

"Here are my coworkers, Audrey teaches maths, Greg teaches biology, Bridget teaches photography. And this is my family, Anne, Robin and Gemma." Harry said introducing them a little to a few more groups of people.

Anne eventually led the way as to who she wanted to meet. Gemma and Robin had abandoned ship a few people ago.

"Hi, I'm Anne, do you work with Harry?" Anne asked nearly everyone she didn't know, including a waiter.

The one time she changed it, Harry wished she had said anything else.

"Hi, I'm Anne, Harry's mummy, are you one of his students?"

"Mum, no, he's not—"

Louis smiled politely at her. "No, I don't. I'm—a friend. I'm Louis." He extended a hand for her to shake nervously.

"Hi Louis. I hope you don't mind me asking, but you look quite young." Anne noted, shaking his hand.

Louis looked nervous. "I'm nineteen, but I get that often though."

Anne raised a brow. "So, how did you two become friends?"

Harry interjected because Louis looked like he might die of anxiety. "Mutual friends. He volunteers at Liam's retirement home."

"How lovely, it's nice to see younglings being an active member of the community and doing their part." Anne said fondly.

"Thanks." Was what Louis had managed to say.

"So, Louis. Are you in school?"

"Uh, no."

"So, do you have a job?"

Louis' face softened a little. "Mhm, yeah. I—"

"He's an actor, just y'know, regular acting." Harry cut in, not wanting Louis to finish the sentence.

"Hopefully a better actor than you, you're acting like an absolute muppet." Anne judged her son.

"Yeah, 'm just an actor. Moved to London to be an actor." Louis nodded with a bright red face.

Anne couldn't sense the tension at all. "Oh, that's lovely. Have you been in anything I've seen?"

"I hope not." Harry mumbled a little too loudly, causing his mum to give him a confused look and Louis to look at him with wide eyes. "I meant, no, because he's in more indie films, you don't watch indie films."

"You don't know everything about me, I could've seen him in things." His mum got defensive, which was really a bad time to get defensive. If it were any other conversation, sure, not this one though.

"You probably haven't, 's fine." Louis said, trying to ease the tension.

Anne smiled at him. "Well, you're very pretty, so it's only a matter of time before you make millions." If only she knew.

"Let's continue making the rounds, alright?" Harry asked his mum, wanting to give Louis space before he combusts.

They walked away from where Louis was trying to catch his breath. "He's my favourite of everyone so far."

"Really? Why's that?" Harry questioned, wondering how Louis had this charm about him that made everyone get attached.

She thought for a moment. "I don't know, he's just so bright and sunny. Very polite too."

Harry nodded, following along.

"I'm not saying that your coworkers aren't, but they aren't as bubbly or as sweet. He's so young and innocent, I just love his eyes, they're like crystal blue." Anne smiled ranting about Louis. Harry's done the same thing, but now he's seeing it from the outside.

"I know, mum." Harry said nodding. He had the same thoughts about Louis, his eyes and his innocent look, oh how naive he had been.

"Who should I meet next?" Anne asked as they walked around.

Harry was too out of it to process anything. His mum liked Louis. He wasn't sure why it mattered so much to him that Louis was his mum's favourite. It shouldn't matter, they were just friends after all.

"Harry, love, hello?" Anne checked in after a few minutes of silence from her son.

"Yes, sorry, what was the question?" 

After he had introduced his mum to everyone, he finally sat and ate some dinner. His eyes drifted across the table to where his mum was chatting with Louis, he watched Louis giggle as they talked and his mum just adored him.

"You alright, mate?" Liam asked as he poked at his steak.

"You ordered a steak? Who's paying for this?" Harry gawked at the lavishness that his best mate thought was okay. 

"Nah, 's fine. Louis' paying." Zayn said, taking a bite of his lobster.

"What the fuck, guys? He's not made of money." Harry said, shocked that his friends would just mooch off of a nineteen year old they barely know.

"He's the one that offered to pay for everyone. He said to order whatever." Zayn shrugged, toasting his beverage, clearly a little tipsy.

"Still, I think it's wrong." Harry muttered into his glass of wine.

Liam shook his head with a mouth full of overpriced steak. "No, Louis, tell him it's fine."

Louis looked up from where he was talking with Anne. "I'm sorry, what's happening."

"Tell Harry that you're paying." Zayn slurred drunkenly.

Louis looked around sheepishly. "I, um, yeah. I'm covering the bill."

"Oh, you don't have to do that love. You're so young, you should be saving up for something like a car or a flat. When I was your age I ate ramen every day to save for my first flat." Anne reminisced about her childhood.

"It's fine really, I have the money to cover it." Louis said quietly.

"He's got the Hollywood money." Harry lied playfully to get his mother to drop the subject.

Louis nodded. "Really, I'm fine to pay."

"He's already got a house and a car, let him spoil us!" Liam said excitedly, also drunk.

The night wore on and people began to leave until it was just Louis and Harry again, Harry needed to drive Louis home. Also, Louis was a little wine drunk after hanging out with Anne too long.

"You ready to go?" Harry asked as Louis waved goodbye to Anne who was leaving with Robin.

"Mhm, just need to pay."

"I find it funny how well you get on with my mother." Harry said, putting on his jacket.

Louis just shrugged. "Mothers love me, why is that funny?"

"I dunno," Harry paused. "I think it's just funny because you're a pornstar, and you're talking with my mother."

A confused smile sprouted on Louis' face. "I mean, I talk to a lot of people, Harold."

"Do you think you'll ever quit porn?" Harry blurted. Louis looked up at him with shock and confusion. "I mean, I just ask because it's not the most sensible thing."

"What do you mean it isn't sensible? I like it, I make a lot of money out of it, I have fun." Louis began getting defensive.

"I understand that, I wasn't trying to start anything." Harry put his hands up in innocence.

Louis frowned. "You don't get to play the 'I was just asking' card. I like my job, I'm not sorry that you have a problem with it."

"I don't have a problem with it."

"Well, you could've fooled me." Louis scoffed dramatically.

"You're so fucking dramatic!" Harry snapped. "It was just a fucking question and you're going all raccoon trapped in a garbage bag on me."

Louis got up to leave. "This is bullshit, why am I even here for your birthday. We aren't dating, and you apparently hate everything I do."

"Louis sit down." Harry said softly, but firmly. Louis hesitantly sunk back into the chair. "All I did was ask a question and you got defensive."

"No, you asked a question and when I gave you an answer you belittled me and mocked me for my previous choices." Louis defended himself, he felt that Harry was trying to switch the narrative and make himself the victim in this.

"I was just curious." Harry said putting his hands up in innocence again as the waiter walked over.

"I have your bill." She said cautiously.

Louis tapped his card then got up to leave. "You know what, Harry? You've known me for a month and you think you have the right to judge me and my choices. That isn't fair."

"No, it probably isn't. But I'm sorry, this isn't a normal occurrence, it's not everyday that you meet someone in your industry." Harry got angrier.

"Fuck you, I like my job. I don't want to quit, I'm sorry that you think that it isn't an appropriate job, but your opinion means shit to me right now." Louis said loudly.

"I was just trying to look out for you. I don't want you to get stuck at this job and then get fired when you get too old or whatever with no back up plan." Harry yelled angrily, catching the attention of the remaining patrons in the restaurant.

"I don't need you to look out for me. I have savings, I have plans. I don't need you acting like my dad." Louis snapped.

Harry scoffed. "Well, you clearly have daddy issues."

"Excuse me, what's that supposed to—"

"I don't know if we should hook up anymore." Harry cut him off bluntly.

Louis looked up from his food. "What? Excuse me?" 

"No offence, it's just, I feel weird about now, and I don't think we should."

"You know what, fuck you Harry. You go on and on about how you don't think I'm a kid, and you don't think of me as your mate, and that this isn't just sex, but no. You're getting upset over something you've known about me basically since we met, you're trying to act like my dad about it, and you're back to thinking of me as a child." Louis spat angrily.

"But you are a child, you're only nineteen, barely nineteen at that, I can't process this right now. I mean, we can still be friends?" Harry offered.

"Can we?" Louis said in an angry whisper. "I don't really think we can."

"Louis, it's not you it's—"

Louis cut him off. "No. But it is me though. Because nothing with you has changed since yesterday when you were fucking my mouth. The only thing that changed is that you know that I'm not quitting my job just because you asked. So, it is your fault, but it's you learning something about me that made you change your mind, so how could it not be me?"

"You don't understand. Put yourself in my shoes." Harry tried to reason.

"If I was in your shoes I'd be fine with it, considering where your dick was last night. Yeah? You like the porn actors mouth, huh. Listen, Harry, I was patient, sort of, with your sexuality crisis, I was clear what I wanted from you, and I thought that was obvious, but if you think that my job changes things, you're an idiot who's not worth a second more of my time." Louis got up to leave, struggling to get his jacket on quickly since he was angry, rushed and a little drunk.

"Louis, just stay. Let's talk about that for a moment, because I don't think you're thinking clearly."

"No, I'm actually thinking pretty fucking clear."

Harry shook his head. "I just wanted you to think about your future."

"I have a plan for my future. I like my job, I'm not quitting."

"So you've said. But things happen, and who knows if this is what you'll still want to do once your frontal lobe has developed."

Louis rolled his eyes so hard he got dizzy. "Oh please, yours has been developed for five minutes and you think you have the right to tell me that I'm still too childish for you."

"That's not what I'm fucking saying, if you would just listen to me."

"I hate you!"

"You're still acting like a child." Harry said in a bitter tone, just to piss off Louis even more.

"I hate you more now!"

Harry slammed his hands on the table. "Y'know what, same. It's fucking mutual!"

"Fuck off, Harold." Louis walked out of the restaurant to call Niall, and it was pouring rain, poetic.

It would've been poetic if it wasn't London, it was almost always raining.

He picked up after two rings. "Can you please pick me up?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in fifteen." He was there in ten.

Louis was silent getting into the passenger seat of his car, drenched from the rain. "Are you okay?"

He looked out the window at the restaurant as they drove away. "Yeah, 'm fine."

"I don't mean to pry, but weren't you having dinner with Harry tonight?" Niall asked slowly, unsure if he could ask about it yet.

"He's still there, we aren't...friends anymore." Louis said in a sour tone, cold enough that Niall felt it.

"Can I ask what happened?" Niall asked as they waited at the stoplight.

Louis sighed, unsure what to say as water dripped from his hair into his eyes. "He's trying to control me, and he doesn't want to hookup anymore."

"He wants to control you? Why? I thought things were going pretty good between you two after the volunteering together thing." Niall questioned.

"They were, but then again, we aren't dating. He doesn't trust me, I hate him, it's mutual, we've discussed it." Louis scoffed sharply.

Niall parked in front of Louis' home. "How do you know he doesn't trust you?"

"He wanted me to quit my job, I told him he was insane, he didn't trust that I have a plan in life." Louis pushed that memory away.

Niall raised a brow. "Just tell him that you like your job, have a calm chat and tell him your plan, I dunno, trust needs to be built, you can't expect trust to just appear after knowing someone for six weeks, mate."

Louis now realized he should tell Niall. "I—I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have a plan." Louis mumbled, unable to look one of his few friends in the eye.

"Yeah, well no one really does." Niall snorted.

"But I really don't. What if Harry was right? I don't know what I'll do if I wake up one day and hate my job." Louis said sheepishly.

Niall blinked a lot as he tried to process this.

"Ni, I have no backup plan. If I ever get fired, I'm not qualified for anything else." Louis said as tears sprung to his eyes.

Niall burst out in hysterical laughter. "Ha, no you're not. But you're rich, you don't need anything else. Plus, if you ever get fired, I'm quitting in solidarity."

"I'm sorry. I'm being dramatic, I know it's just champagne problems or whatever." Louis curled in on himself, tears falling down his face shamelessly.

Although Niall was ready to tease and mock in a friendly manner, he wasn't an arsehole. He reached over the middle console and enveloped Louis in a tight hug. "No, let's get you into some dry and warm clothes."

Niall walked around the car and helped Louis out, holding his jacket over both their heads to protect from the rain until they were inside. Louis had never noticed how close he had grown with Niall in the past few years, but Niall had been probably his best friend, he just didn't realize it until a month ago.

Niall made them some tea as Louis changed out of his wet clothes and into a large hoodie and sweatpants, covering himself up from head to toe. He laid on his bed in the dark, staring up at the glowing plastic stars on the ceiling, knowing that there will be new additions soon.

He thought back to all his moments alone with Niall from before he realized they were friends, Niall was the reason he got out of his abusive relationship, Niall knew about the stars on the ceiling, Niall sent flowers to Jay in the hospital. Was Louis really that dense that he hadn't realized he had a best friend for three years?

"Hey, lad. Brought you some yorkshire." Niall said place the tea on the table next to Louis and laying next to Louis, also staring up at the neon stars. "Do you need me to get your stars?"

Louis' eyes were crying without him noticing, all he did was nod and Niall got up and pulled out the package from underneath the stuffed animals in a basket and took one out. He put a sticky tab on the back of one and handed it to Louis as he put the rest back. Louis stood on the bed and put it up, pressing hard so it'll stay.

"Do you want me to stay?" Niall asked when they were both laying down again.

Louis nodded. "You don't have to."

"It's alright, I'll stay." Niall said pulling the duvet over Louis and himself.

"Thanks Ni." Louis said with a hoarse voice.

"No worries, mate. In the morning, at dawn, we'll go kidnap Harry and burn him at stake." Niall said in a low and evil voice.

Louis chuckled, just happy he wasn't alone right now or he might've spiralled. "Good plan."

Chapter Text

"Fuck, Lou. You need to get back to work sometime soon, you're doing yourself no favours by staying home." Niall said walking uninvited into Louis' mansion and scanning the mess.

Louis was sat on the floor against the couch watching a documentary on beetles as he ate Chinese takeaway at half noon. "Hi."

"Hi, have you gone outside at all in the last week?" Niall asked, moving some dirty dishes out of the way so he could sit on the couch.

"Nope." Louis shook his head, his gaze never leaving the television that was displaying what Niall considered a disgusting scene of a beetle eating.

Niall reached for the remote. "Let's just turn that off, mate." He set the remote down and looked at Louis. "Are you alright?"

"Niall, you've came over every day for a week and a half, I promise I'm fine. I don't need you checking in on me like a babysitter. I can monitor myself, I'm fine." Louis got loud, not angry, but definitely frustrated.

"I understand that, but considering what you're going through—"

"Nothing, I'm going through nothing." Is what Louis said, though his tone meant otherwise. "I—trust me, Ni, I'm alright. Just not wanting to book any projects right now."

"Okay, fair enough." Niall weighed the situation before deciding on what he was going to do. "Louis, I'm going to ask about Harry now."

Louis just scoffed and shook his head before playing with his food and avoiding eye contact.

"I know losing that can be tough, trust me, I've dealt with my fair share of broken hearts—"

"I'm not broken hearted! We didn't date or anything, it was just nothing. Okay? This isn't about Harry." Louis snapped, now growing more angry with his only friend.

"Just because you didn't date doesn't mean that it didn't hurt! Sometimes that can hurt more!" Niall reasoned, snatching Louis' food so he would look at him. Also because he wanted a bite and it smelled really good.

"This isn't about Harry." Louis said harshly, reaching for his food, but Niall moved it further and took a large bite.

"Then what's it about?" Niall asked with his mouth full of food.

Louis huffed and looked around his home, as if the answer might be hidden somewhere. "It's about—nothing. I just needed a break, you get it, lots of actors get burnout."

"I mean, yeah. But I just want you to promise me that this isn't about Harry." Niall said after he finished chewing.

Louis opened his mouth to speak, but Niall cut him off. "And don't lie to me, I've known you for years, I know when you lie."

A long contemplative sigh came from the short porn actor, thinking over his options, reflecting on whether or not he knew the truth. "I—I don't know."

"You don't have to know, you just can't push it away like it isn't." Niall said putting the food down to hug his friend, but not before shoving in one last bite.

Louis wished he had the answer, he really did. He's just had that same conversation with so many people, his last real boyfriend, a few flings, and now Harry. Despite what it seemed, Louis really liked his job and wouldn't dream of giving it up for anybody, at least not someone like Harry who only really seeing him as an object of desire after finding out he was a porn actor.

That was a kink for some people, just to say that they were able to fuck a pornstar, just to prove that they could get someone like that, someone up for anything, someone that was a slut in their eyes. And Louis was foolish enough to believe that Harry wasn't like that, but he was, he was just like everyone else. Harry got to act like he was holier than thou just because he doesn't fuck on camera for the world to see and that was literal bullshit.

Harry didn't get to dictate how Louis lives his life, Harry doesn't matter anymore anyways. Even if Harry did see Louis as a human rather than just a pornstar, Louis was still just a child to Harry, someone he needed to fix. Louis didn't want, or need to be fixed, he liked his choices, he was proud of his life, and if no one could see that then they should get their eyes checked.

"He's just like everyone else." Louis said cryptically, picking at his thumbnail,

Niall scrunched his face confused. "The fuck are you on about?"

"He just sees me as either a porn actor, or as a child. I'm not a child, and I shouldn't be reduced to just my profession." Louis explained angrily, snatching the container of food back.

"No, you don't deserve that. You aren't a child, and you aren't just a pornstar, you're a human, a volunteer, a mummy's boy, a kind person, a bit too sassy, a way too positive attitude towards everyone, an amazing wonderful lad, and the best friend I could ever wish for." Niall said, rambling on about how much he appreciated Louis so much for everything.

Louis rolled his eyes, but his blush gave him away. "Ni, stop it."

"Nope, you deserve to be showered in compliments all day." Niall said chuckling as he tackled Louis in a hug.

"Well, just a reminder that I do have a praise kink." Louis winked at the older lad.

Niall pulled away in disgust. "And you ruined the moment."

"Only way to get you to stop." Louis laughed taking the last bite of his food. "You owe me more food."

Niall scoffed at that. "Excuse me? I had like, three bites."

"Your bites are huge, in three bites you managed half my food."

"Fine, I'll buy you dinner tonight. But we're not ordering in, let's go out to a club." Niall offered, just trying to get Louis out of the house for once.

Louis shook his head. "Actually, I'm okay. You don't owe me anything, I was just kidding around." 

"Well, I wasn't. We're going out tonight, wear something nice? I'll meet you here and we'll take an uber, I need to get drunk." Niall said excitedly.

"I won't be drinking, I can drive us." Louis smiled.

Niall just shook his head, not letting that happen. "As much as I love the look ladies give me when I step out of your car, I think you need to get drunk more than I do."

Louis huffed, thinking about it. He never really drunk so his tolerance was quite low and he hated his actions when he was drunk. But he would be supervised by Niall, and he really needed to take his mind off of everything. "Alright, I'll drink."

"I knew you would, I can see the look of desperation from anywhere." Niall said getting up to leave.

Louis winced at that. "That's not a good thing..."

"Whatever, I meant it in a good way." Niall brushed it off with a smile. "See you at seven."

Louis led him to the door and bid his friend goodbye for now. He finally took a good look around his home, it was a mess, he was living like a slob. As much as he would love to clean it himself, he really wouldn't, he decided it best to hire a cleaner.

The cleaner arrived within the hour and got to work on the mess that Louis had made over the past ten days. Meanwhile Louis was upstairs trying to find something he didn't hate in his cupboard, which seemed to be an impossible task, everything made him feel whorish, or frumpy, nothing felt like him, so he figured it best to leave it until the last minute.

As someone cleaned his house, he decided it best to eat a tub of ice cream while watching himself in the mirror and wanting to cry. You know, healthy shit.

Before he knew it Niall burst in through the door downstairs while Louis was still eating the ice cream.

"Lou?! Where are you, are you ready to go?" Niall called throughout the house.

Louis scrambled, not wanting Niall to find him like this. "I'm coming down in a minute, stay there."

But, it was too late, Niall had entered the bedroom. "Louis Tomlinson, I said to be ready when I get here. You are in the same clothes as earlier and. Your lips are covered in ice cream, get your arse up and in the shower." Niall demanded, taking the unfortunately empty ice cream tub.

After his shower he found that Niall had laid some clothes out, a nice turtleneck and some dark jeans. He got dressed and met with Niall downstairs.

"You're ready?" Niall asked, but no words would form so Louis responded with a nod. Niall gave him a strange look, but called the Uber anyways.

Not long after they were arriving at the club Niall was ordering a round of drinks for the two of them.

"I should go back to work, shouldn't I?" Louis huffed into his glass, not wanting to face the reality.

"I mean, it couldn't possibly hurt to have sex, even just a meaningless fuck." Niall offered as he downed his own drink.

Louis nodded and took another sip. "You talk about work like that sex is enjoyable."

"Is it not?"

Louis thought for a moment for the best way to articulate his thoughts. "I mean, it's fine since they mostly know what they're doing, but the fact that it has to look pretty, and we have to start and stop every five seconds, I just want to be pinned down and fucked into oblivion. Is that too much to ask?"

Niall let out a light chuckle. "I mean, no? I thought the worst part would be all the people watching."

Louis took a slow sip of his drink as he smirked and Niall regretted his statement.

"Listen, Ni, it's not that I have no problem with people watching, it's just that I like to know that people like what they're seeing." Louis said, the smirk cemented on his face.

"You and your bloody praise kink." Niall grumbled, hating that he knew that about his friend.

Louis raised a glass to that and ordered a round of shots, just to take the edge off. "You know what I need, someone to sleep with, not for work, but just for myself."

"Who? Someone here?" Niall looked around the club, "I mean, it's not a gay bar so you might strike out."

"Niall," Louis laughed. "I don't strike out. But no, I'll call someone."

"Simple."

"That's all I'm asking for." Louis smiled wide and opened his phone to send a text to one of the guys in his phone.

He sent a quick 'I'm horny' text along with his location and waited for someone to show. He wasn't really paying attention to who he texted, the drinks were really settling in, but he hoped it was Dylan, he was a good lay, strong, hard, powerful, yum.

"You text someone?" Niall asked finishing his own shot.

Louis nodded, taking another. "Yep, won't take an uber home with you. I'll probably go home with Dylan." 

"Go to his house, I'm crashing at yours tonight. My car is there." Niall explained, earning a nod from Louis.

"He better be quick, I want to go home." Louis whined.

Niall chuckled. "Drunk already?"

Louis tried to deny it, but he knew he wasn't even fooling himself. "Maybe, but it's fine. I'll get it fucked out of me and I'll be ready to sleep."

"Short fuck?" Niall questioned.

"Nah, he'll keep me up. If I fall asleep with his dick ramming down my throat, I'll have a good night."

"Jesus, fuck. I think maybe you need a reality check you kinky fuck."

"Nope." Louis denied with a hiccup.

A quick kiss to the neck caught him off guard. He turned around to see someone, not Dylan (not Harry either you weirdos), but instead Jesse, another casual fling in Louis' phone.

"Hey baby." Jesse murmured against Louis' earlobe and Louis melted into the soft touches.

"Jesse, hey." Louis said breathlessly.

"My house?" He asked, lifting his leg to rub his thigh against Louis' crotch, making Louis' knees buckle. Luckily Jesse was holding him up.

Louis nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'll meet you in your car in five, maybe ten, just want to say goodbye to Niall." Louis tried to stay focused on the conversation rather than the movement on his crotch.

"Sure, baby." Jesse walked out after tugging on Louis' earlobe with his teeth.

"He's hot." Niall said as they watched him walk away. "I mean—you know, for a guy."

Louis laughed. "Yeah, he's a good one."

"Louis, you ready to go back to my place and get handcuffed?" A sly smile said.

"Jonathan?" Louis turned to find another casual fling.

"You ready? I bought a new bedframe since you in handcuffs broke the last one." He joked and Niall wanted to disappear.

"Sorry Jonathan, I'm so drunk, I can't fuck tonight, but give me a ring tomorrow and I'll be sober." Louis said gracefully, planting a kiss on his cheek, making the taller man blush.

"Who did you text?" Niall asked reaching for Louis' phone when Jonathan left. Louis shrugged and finished a shot, only one left. "Lou, you texted like, 6 people."

"What?" Louis' eyes widened at the information. "I don't remember doing that."

"Well," Niall chuckled like he was enjoying this. "Two have shown up, I bet the other four will be here soon."

Louis buried his head in his hands just as another came over.

"Hey Lou, thought I should tell you in person." Ryan said awkwardly. "I'm actually dating someone now."

Louis was relieved. "Oh thank fuck, I mean, thanks for letting me know. We're still friends though, right?"

Ryan smiled. "Of course. Why were you relieved."

"I wasn't, I—"

"He texted that to six people. He's quite drunk." Niall interrupted before Louis could lie.

"Ohh, have any shown up?" Ryan asked.

Niall nodded, sipping his beer. "Yeah, you were number three. One's waiting in the car, the other is gonna call tomorrow."

Ryan nodded as Louis rolled his eyes. "Thank you Niall."

Niall smiled proudly and saluted.

"Let's make this quick." I voice came up from behind Louis. Holden.

"Quick, why?" Louis questioned. "I could go all night, ride you until morning. Make you come a million times..."

Holden smiled but shook his head. "I can't, gotta be home when the fiancée wakes up."

"Fiancé? You're getting married?" Louis realizes it's been a while since he's rung up Holden.

Holden nodded quickly, but his eyes were roaming Louis' body.

"And does he know that you're out at a club?" Louis questioned, wondering how much of what he was about to do was morally correct.

Holden shook his head again. "No, uh, she doesn't know."

"She?" Louis thought back to his first moments with Holden almost a year ago. Holden was as gay as it gets, yet he was engaged to a woman, and also willing to cheat on her? "I can't do that to her, Holden."

"No, I promise it'll be fine. The wedding isn't for another month, she doesn't have to know."

"But I'll know. I can't be an accessory to your marriage." Louis said sending Holden away with an eyeroll.

Ryan patted his back. "Good on you, mate. Holding him accountable."

Louis sighed sadly, wishing he hadn't said no to Holden, he was a good fuck after all. 

"Is that one here for you too?" Niall asked, nodding his head towards the door.

"Dylan!" Louis said running up to his favourite fling.

"Little Lou." He smiled. "You're proper wasted."

"Me?" Louis pointed at himself confused. "I think you're confused, I feel grine."

"Grine?" Niall asked hiding his laughter next to a shaking with joy Ryan.

"I was gonna say great, but then fine, and then I forget what happened." Louis said sheepishly.

"Okay, are you alright?" Dylan asked.

Louis scoffed. "I'm fucking fine! Everyone thinks I'm sad, but I'm not, I'm fine. You're not supposed to ask about that, you're just supposed to fuck me as hard as you can until I can't walk."

Dylan chuckled at that. "As much as I would love to do that, and trust me I would because you look so hot and desperate and fit and beautiful, but I can't. You're way too drunk."

"I'm not though. I promise I can be good, I'll just blow you or summat. You don't even have to touch me." Louis pleaded, just wanting to be loved.

Dylan took hold of Louis' cheeks and kissed his forehead. "Of course I know you can be good. You don't have to blow me, you're amazing at everything. I just don't want to take advantage of you."

"Do it, take advantage. I'm begging you." Louis whined.

"You want me to take you home?" Dylan asked, looking into Louis' eyes for any sign of doubt, but found none.

"Your place? Niall's staying at mine and I wanna be loud." Louis smirked.

"Okay, sure, let's go." Dylan said deeply taking Louis' hand and leading him away from Niall and Ryan, but not before Louis downed the last shot.

"Can you do the work? I can't ride you tonight, but I can in the morning. I'm too drunk for that." Louis rambled as they walked outside.

"Sure, whatever you want baby boy." Dylan chuckled sweetly in Louis' ear as they walked to the car waiting in the car park down the road.

As they turned the corner, walking towards them on the pavement was a green eyed curly headed man with an apologetic look.

Louis stopped walking, Harry stopped walking, Dylan didn't know what was happening, but also stopped walking. And the three of them just stared at each other for a moment.

Then it got worse. Jesse.

"Hey...Lou." He said slowing down when he realized the number of people.

"Um, I'm just gonna—" Louis began sprinting away, looking behind him quickly, making sure that Dylan and Jesse weren't following him, but he should've looked forwards since he ran straight into Harry, making it maybe five metres away from where he had been.

"You texted me." Harry said softly, holding on to make sure Louis regained his balance.

Fuck. "Fuck."

"You didn't mean to?"

"I was drunk, I texted like, six people, you're not special." Louis hiccuped.

"Are you coming or not?" Jesse asked, walking over to them. "I've been waiting in the car for twenty minutes."

"Sorry, I can't tonight. I shouldn't be going home with anyone, you were right Dylan. Sorry for trying to force you." Louis said, his gaze not meeting their eyes.

They mumbled their goodbyes and Louis wanted to sink beneath the crust of the earth and die.

"Do you need a ride?" Harry asked once he realized Louis had forgotten he was there.

"Ahem, what?" Louis asked, completely misinterpreting the statement, it wasn't his fault really.

Harry shifted awkwardly. "Did you want me to give you a ride back to yours? I won't stay over or anything, I just thought since you were drunk and I'm sober."

Louis has never felt more sober in his life in that moment according to his brain. "I want to go to yours."

"Oh," Harry said, sounding unsure. "Okay."

The got into Harry's car, and Louis almost killed himself with the seatbelt, tying it like a noose before Harry took it and buckled him in.

They arrived at Harry's small studio flat, all one room except for the bathroom, the bedroom up the stairs, but still no walls separating it, just how Louis remembered.

"Does your building have a pool?" Louis asked after standing there for a moment too long.

Harry paused. "Uh, yeah, on the roof? But it's an outdoor pool and it's winter."

"Doesn't matter, I want to jump in." Louis smiled widely before leaving the flat and rushing to the lift before Harry could stop him. He watched Harry frantically run towards the closing doors, and he waved as Harry didn't make it in time. 

Soon enough he was on the roof, it was cold, but he would be fine. He stripped to just his panties and jumped in with careless abandon, quickly feeling cold like an icicle.

Harry came bursting through the door to the stairs, throwing off his clothes besides boxers and jumping in after Louis, not wanting the idiot drunk lad to drown in an icy pool in the middle of February.

"Ew, get away, I'm fine." Louis said through chattering teeth as Harry swam him over to the stairs.

"You're an idiot! Why would you jump in the icy outdoor pool? It's winter you little idiot!" Harry scolded lightly.

The cold really helped actually sober Louis up, so he was aware of the words he was about to use, but he knew he could blame it on the alcohol if it doesn't go well.

"S—sorry da—daddy." Louis shivered as Harry carried him out of the pool.

Harry looked down at the freezing boy, and Louis watched his eyes darken. He knew what he wanted from this, the only obstacle was Harry, and he knew how to amend that.

"Don't say something you don't mean, love." Harry said, continuing to carry Louis and both their clothes towards the elevator, Louis' legs now wrapped around Harry's waist.

"I mean it daddy, I'm really sorry. I'll be a good boy for you if you want to punish me."

It wasn't Harry's fault for his next actions. He slammed Louis against the wall of the lift, his lips connecting with Louis' neck, biting and sucking to leave a sadistic mark.

"Fuck, Ha—Daddy!" Louis moaned, clawing at Harry's back.

The doors slid open and Harry rushed them inside and to the shower to warm up.

Louis whined as Harry put him on the ground again. "Shh, baby, it's alright. Just need to get these glorious panties off of you."

Louis bit back a smile as Harry sank down and turned him around so he was staring at Louis' arse. A light hand pressed at his lower back and Louis knew to bend over with his hands on the sink. Soon, two large warm hands gripped his arse comfortably, knowing what he wanted Louis shook his arse to get more.

Harry landed a quick slap to Louis' bum. "Patience, darling."

Louis nodded, but whined.

Eventually Harry pulled the panties down and marvelled at the plug in Louis' hole before turning on the shower.

As soon as the shower was hot enough, the two stepped in, the plug being removed harshly from Louis' hole.

"Fill me up, Daddy." Louis moaned at the loss of attention and soon enough Harry's fingers slipped in him while Harry's mouth was somewhat occupied with Louis' sensitive nipples.

Harry swirled his tongue around it before switching to the other as his fingers curled in on Louis, pouring more lube on his fingers. "So good baby, gonna fuck you against the wall."

Louis whined and nodded, wanting it now. He jumped up and wrapped his legs around Harry's middle again, and Harry held him with his spare hand and pressed him tightly against the wall as Louis shivered with the change in temperature, and the change in angle of Harry's fingers.

"Daddy, please! I wanna feel your cock." Louis whined, hooking one arm around Harry's neck, and the other reaching for Harry's dick. He felt Harry's moves stiffen briefly when Louis began thumbing the slit, wanting to see what he would do.

He grew more and more impatient the longer Harry spent leaving marks up and down his body.

"Daddy, hurry. I could've gotten a faster fuck out of any of the guys that I invited to the bar." Louis whined, just wanting to be pounded by an angry man.

Harry hummed against a nipple. "You're such a slut, baby. My slut. I'll make sure my name is the only name you can say."

"Hurry up with it then." Louis managed to say without a moan. "Dylan is such a great fuck."

That was enough for Harry to stop what he was doing and remove his fingers completely. "Well then, it must mean something if you left without Dylan and wanted to go to mine."

"Don't get cocky, Daddy." Louis teased.

Harry hummed, thoughtfully. "Don't get bratty, Baby."

Louis rolled his eyes, but the smile indicated the lack of bite. And just then, when it was just light and fluffy, was the moment Harry chose to shove his cock all the way in Louis.

"Oh, fucky fuck." Louis through his head back, but Harry's hand quickly held it to save it from smashing against the tiled wall.

"Language, doll." Harry said, staying buried deep in Louis for a moment, whether it was to let him adjust, or to keep him on edge, it was anyone's guess.

Just as Louis was about to whine that nothing was happening, Harry held him tight against the wall again and began thrusting in and out at a rapid pace, water was flying everywhere, and the sound of wet balls hitting wet arse was intoxicating.

"Daddy, faster, please, ngh." Louis begged and pleaded, not really sure how Harry would accomplish that, but he did.

"Is that what you wanted? Huh, baby?" Harry teased as he grabbed Louis' dick and began stroking it in time with the thrusts, just trying to get Louis to come first.

"Daddy, please, I'm so close." Louis whined in a high pitched voice before Harry attached his lips to Louis' neck again, leaving more marks.

Louis was clawing at Harry's back as the warm water cascaded over them. "C'mon baby, let go, darling."

And he did, come spurting out between the two, and before the water could wash it all away, Harry took some on two fingers and licked it.

"Keep going, use me to make yourself come." Louis said, already out of it, ready to just be used.

Harry set him on the ground and faced him against the wall, face pressed against the tile, arse sticking out. Harry stuck his dick back in and roughly grabbed at Louis' hips to speed it up.

"Fuck, Lou. How are you always so tight and eager to please?" Harry asked rhetorically as he watched his cock sink into the boy rapidly.

"Always tight for you, Daddy." Louis groaned, wanting to please some more.

"That's right, doll. Always tight for Daddy, such a good little girl." Harry groaned huskily into Louis' ear.

Louis let out a high whine at that, loving anything that came out of Harry's mouth. 

"What a good fucking doll you're being, nothing but a warm cocksleeve? Hm?" Harry spoke teasingly towards the mess of oversensitivity beneath him.

"I'm good for you." Louis said blissfully.

"Yes, so good. I'm gonna cum." Harry said, moving to pull out.

Louis shook his head, pushing his arse back against Harry. "No, come in me. Fill me up with your babies, I wanna feel full."

"Shit." Was all Harry said before returning to the brutal pace, readjusting his grip again, one hand still on Louis' waist, the other wrapping around his front to hold Louis' tummy.

"Lou, I can feel myself in you."

"In my tummy?" 

Harry nodded, pressing on where he felt the belly bulge when he thrusted. "Mhm, such a good tummy."

"Do that again, Daddy!" Louis yelled out. "Press on it again!"

Harry complied and Louis screamed out in pleasure.

"I'm coming, I'm gonna come in you." Harry groaned as he felt himself begin tipping over the edge, pressing his hand into Louis' belly a little harder, just to make his cry out.

As Harry thrusted his way through his own orgasm, he felt Louis clench his cute little hole before coming all over the wall, coming for a second time.

Though Harry wanted to stay buried deep in Louis, he knew Louis was too sensitive for that right now, so he slowly pulled out and used the shower head to clean Louis' second orgasm off the wall.

"Louis, let's get you to bed." Harry said, helping him out of the shower, but Louis was otherwise useless right now. Harry ended up carrying him to bed, knowing that Louis was already asleep, he got in bed next to him and moved Louis so his head was resting on Harry's bare chest.

After checking the time and seeing it was almost two in the morning, Harry kissed the top of Louis' hair and whispered, "Happy Valentines Day."

Chapter Text

As his eyes adjusted to the light and his ears adjusted to the sound, Louis woke up filled with confusion and a massive hangover.

"Ah, you're up. Good morning." Harry smiled and stopped his alarm.

That shocked Louis, this must still be a dream, because he was supposed to still be mad at Harry, and avoiding Harry, and ignoring Harry. Yet, here he was naked in his bed, sore in his bed, waking up in his bed.

"Did—did we have sex?" Louis managed through his shock as he watched Harry get dressed.

"Yeah, you don't remember?"

Louis shook his head. "Harry, I'm still mad at you, I wasn't talking to you, I was avoiding you. Why would you make me sleep with you?"

"Hold on, I didn't do anything. You texted me that you were horny, you sent the location, I offered to bring you home, you wanted me to fuck you in the shower. That's all you bubba." Harry said as he buttoned up his shirt and Louis said a quick mental goodbye to the abs and tattoos.

"You must've known that I was in no state to be making decisions for myself, I was plastered." Louis said defensively.

"Fine, I shouldn't have done that with you when you're drunk, but look at it from my point of view. You were in nothing but baby blue panties, I was carrying you to the lift, and you called me Daddy." Harry explained patiently.

Louis thought for a moment. "If you don't like it, I won't call you Daddy anymore."

That caught Harry off guard. "No, you don't have to do that Lou."

"No, clearly it messes with your brain, so from now on, I'm not calling you Daddy." Louis said, turning so he was laying facing away from Harry.

"Baby, I love it when you call me that. Are you still upset with me?" Harry asked, brushing the hairs off of Louis' forehead.

"Yes, you woke me up at six in the morning." Louis sighed dramatically.

"You texted me at one to come to a club on a Wednesday." Harry countered, his hand weaving in Louis' hair. "But are you still mad about what happened a few weeks ago?"

Louis huffed, he thought he was, but right now he didn't care. "I suppose not, can I stay here and sleep?"

Harry smiled and stood up. "Baby, you can stay here as long as you'd like."

"Are you still calling yourself straight?" Louis wanted to get that question answered, it was a big deal for him.

Silence filled the space as Harry tried to think about it, but his brain was filled with Louis mush. "I don't know anymore."

Louis nodded at the honest answer, knowing it must be hard to figure out this late in life. "Are you just using me for sex because I work as a porn actor."

"I mean, you being a pornstar doesn't hurt, but no. I think your personality and eyes are divine." Harry smiled as he tied a tie around his neck.

"Do you still see me as a child, just because I'm nineteen?" Louis asked, this was important as well since this was the only thing they've consistently fought about.

Harry leaned down and kissed his neck dramatically. "I may call you baby, but I don't see you as a child. I promise, I'll stop calling you childish, I promise."

Louis giggled, but cleared his throat to cover it up. "Are you fucking anyone else?"

"What is this, a job interview?" Harry avoided the question with a joke.

"I'm serious Harry, I just want to know. I mean, it's fine if you are, I just want to see where we are." Louis played with his fingers until Harry took his hands and squeezed them.

"Listen, you weren't talking to me for over a week, and I was desperate, so I did." 

"How many?"

Harry raised a brow. "How many what?"

Louis shook his head in impatience. "How many women did you stick your dick into?" 

It was clear that Harry was a manwhore, Louis could tell from the beginning, but it had only been twelve days since Harry's birthday, how many women could it have been?

"Uh, right, like, I dunno, eight?" He admitted in a small voice, and Louis wanted to scream.

"Eight women?!" He screamed. "It's been twelve days, so only four of them were not used to stick your tiny cock into random women."

"I'm sorry, I was desperate and horny. I apologize, blue."

"I'm not mad because of what this means for me, I'm mad because you used so many women." Louis said frustration dripping from his voice.

"If it helps, I was thinking of you." Harry said before walking down the stairs. "I've got to go to work now, sleep, have fun."

"Wait!" Louis called out and Harry stopped descending the stairs to turn and look at him. "Pinky promise?"

"What?" Harry gave him a confused look, the look he gave right before he'd call Louis childish, making Louis start to break inside. But he didn't say that.

"Pinky promise me that you were telling the truth?" Louis pleaded with big eyes as he held out his pinky finger.

Just before Harry could come back to the bed his phone rang and he quickly answered it. "Hello? Yeah, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and raced downstairs, forgetting about his conversation with Louis. "Bye, blue."

"Bye loser." Louis mumbled before letting his body to succumb to sleep. 

When he woke up he knew he had to rethink this whole situation, he didn't want to get trapped by Harry again, but he also liked being cared for like this. Normally when Louis would hook up with one of his predetermined flings, they'd fuck, cuddle overnight, and Louis would leave in the morning. Louis didn't want to ever leave.

He sat up in bed and looked around, the clock said it was almost noon, the same books were on the side table but now Louis has read them all, the door to the cupboard of Harry's work clothes was slightly askew so he borrowed a large button down to cover his chest. 

He picked up when Niall called, he was bored so he might as well do something.

"Tommo, where are you? Did you really go home with Jesse?" Niall blurted out the second Loui said hi.

Louis was taken back. "Uh, what? I—no, I didn't." 

"Then where are you? I'm in your house and you aren't here."

"What the heck, Ni? You're in my house?" Louis was used to Niall going into his house uninvited, but normally Louis was there. He didn't even think about the possibility that Niall could go in when he wasn't there.

"Yeah, but where are you? I was coming over to get you out of the house again." Niall explained and from the sounds of it, he turned on the television too.

Louis looked around, wondering if he should tell Niall where he was and what happened. "I'm... sort of at Harry's flat?"

The silence on the other end of the phone said a lot. 

Niall finally spoke up. "You are in Harry's flat. Why?"

"I dunno, I was drunk and apparently really horny and begging him for sex. I guess he fucked me?" Louis said, questioning his words.

"Louis, don't do this to yourself. You know how bad it was the first time you got caught up in him, I love you, but I don't want to always be picking up the pieces of your heart whenever you give Harry the opportunity to break it." Niall said with a sigh. Louis knew he meant well, but he didn't see Louis' point of view... Harry was the best fuck he's ever had.

"Niall, it's my choice, I'm an adult, I can handle my shit." Louis was getting defensive as he looked through Harry's fridge for some food.

He heard some noise on the other end of the call, probably whatever sports game Niall was watching. "I just don't think you're being logical here, I don't want you to get hurt again."

"I'm not gonna get hurt by Harry." Louis rolled his eyes.

"What if he calls you a child? What if he starts to treat you like a child? What if he refuses to believe he's anything other than straight? What if he's too much of a slut to not sleep with other girls? What if he's just using you for your money? What if he's only interested in you because you do porn?" Niall listed things that Louis realistically knew could potentially be true... but Harry's so hot.

And Harry said that he wouldn't.

Even if he didn't pinky promise... it was just that he was busy, that's why.

"Niall, I know what I'm doing. I think you're forgetting that I have my fair share of hookups." Louis pointed out, wishing Niall could see Harry the way Louis did.

"Harry's different, it's like you're addicted to him." Niall said softly, knowing this was going to be a long and tiring conversation.

Louis shook his head, knowing Niall couldn't see him. "No, I'm not."

"You've never invited any one of your flings to set, and Harry was there. You had known him for what, a month?" Niall questioned. "I mean, you spend days on end seeing him every single day. You're proper addicted."

"Stop it Ni!" Louis cried out, wanting this to stop, knowing Niall was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry." Niall said quietly. "I think that this is a bad idea, going back to the man who made you not leave your house for two weeks straight?"

Louis was quiet for a while, making Niall question if he as still there. "I know." He admitted softly.

Niall took a deep breath. "I know you really like him, I can see it in your eyes. But I know how much he can hurt you by just being himself. You shouldn't be that attached to someone who can make you feel bad with a single sentence. You deserve better than that."

"But that's all I've ever known. You know about Luke." Louis whined quietly into the phone.

"Luke was a fucking arsehole and he shouldn't be compared to anyone. You deserve better than him, and better than Harry, you deserve the world Louis. You deserve someone who wants to celebrate you and show you off to all of their friends. Someone not afraid to kiss you in public, someone who you aren't afraid is going to push you away one day." Niall said boosting Louis' ego, but he needed this, he was grateful he had a friend like Niall.

"Thanks." He blushed as he ate some leftovers he found in Harry's fridge. "What should I do?"

"I honestly don't know, but I can tell you what I would do." Louis waited for him to continue. "I would tell him that we should just be friends, seeing at hooking up can hurt so much like that, I don't think you can pull away from Harry too much or you'll break down again, so at least stay friends. No hooking up any more, no blowjobs, to flirting, no touching, just friends."

What Niall was saying made sense, he didn't think he could live properly without Harry in his life, so having him as a friend was better than not having him at all.

"Okay, I'll tell him when he gets home from work, thanks Ni." Louis said with a deep sigh, wishing it didn't have to be this way.

—

He sat patiently on the couch watching television in Harry's flat in nothing but panties and Harry's long button up, waiting for Harry to get home from work.

He perked up when he heard the front door unlock, and his eyes met with Harry's as Harry quickly walked towards him with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Hi blue, how was your day?" Harry asked, his eyes roaming Louis' outfit as his large hand wrapped around Louis' waist, settling just above his bum.

Louis hesitated. "Um, it was good. But can we talk? We need to talk, I want to talk to you."

Harry chuckled softly with a concerned look etched on his face. "Sure, what is it?"

"I-ahem- I don't think we should have sex anymore." Louis repeated the words Harry had said to him two weeks ago.

Harry's smirk left his lips, and his brows furrowed. "What? Why?"

"It's not you, it's me, fuck that sounds like a cliché, but it's true. I don't trust myself around you, just by being you I get obsessed and addicted and it makes it harder every time you push away. I don't want to hurt myself because of how addicted I am to you." Louis explained.

"Actually, it sounds like it is my fault." Harry pointed out. "It's my actions hurting you."

"No! It's not that it's just—I think we should be just friends." Louis interrupted himself. "I'm not used to this kind of relationship with someone where we have sex and then I stay around, I can really only do one or the other."

"So you're saying either every time I fuck you I kick you out afterwards, or we have to just be friends?" Harry was getting impatient.

"NO! I'm not giving you that option. Either we're just friends, or I can't see you ever again." Louis said, just wanting this conversation to end.

"Why? Wouldn't it hurt you more to just be friends?" Harry questioned, wanting to understand Louis' point of view.

Louis shook his head sadly. "It's—I—I can't imagine my life without you, like somehow I know that you're going to be in my life whether I like it or not. The past two weeks have been horrible, I've barely left my couch, I've eaten so much takeaway, and I haven't gone to work. Being away from you kills me, I just want you to be in my life, but I understand if you don't want that." 

Harry took a deep breath and shook his head at the ceiling. "Fine, we'll just be friends."

"Thanks Harry." He said softly as Harry walked towards the bag he left by the front door.

He approached Louis again, tossing a bag at him. "Happy Valentine's Day, blue."

Louis opened the bag and inside was a stuffed bear holding a star. Another bear for his stuffed bear collection in his room, and it matched with the stars plastered on the ceiling.

He couldn't stop himself from running after Harry and hugging him tightly around the waist. "Thank you, Harry."

"Don't mention it." Harry said quietly. "Did you want me to make you something for dinner?"

"No, 'm not too hungry. I might go home, Niall's in my house and probably eating all my food. I'll see you tomorrow for drinks with Liam and Zayn?" Louis wondered.

Harry smiled at him and nodded. "Right, see you then."

"Oh, I had a question about that." Louis said with a furrowed brow.

"About what?" 

"Are Liam and Zayn... dating?" Louis asked, he's been wondering that since they met, he had been too drunk to realize they'd gone home with different men some weeks.

Harry shook his head. "No, both gay, but they're single. Just friends."

Louis thought for a moment, his head tilting to the side. "But they have a crush on each other."

"No, I don't think so." Harry said shaking his head slowly.

"Yeah, they totally do. They're always flirting with each other." Louis pointed out.

Harry was about to shake his head again, but then he stopped to think. "I don't—No, they're just friends, we've all known each other since year seven, I'd know."

Louis was gonna question him on that, but he just nodded silently and went upstairs to grab his clothes and leave. At the door he turned quickly, clutching the stuffed bear Harry had given him and looked up at Harry with sorry eyes and a bright smile before rising on his tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to Harry's cheek.

Harry stood by the door, frozen, and watched as Louis walked away towards the lift. He wished he had done something, anything to make him turn and stop, but Harry couldn't move. 

He should've ran after him, called out his name, but as he watched Louis walked away towards away, Louis looked lighter, happier, and Harry didn't want to make it worse. Harry knew that when Louis was hanging out with him he was constantly on edge, afraid that Harry would say something that pushes him away, so being friends was easier. Easier for Louis at least.

Finally shutting the door, long after Louis had left the building, Harry kept thinking about how selfish Louis was being about this whole situation. Louis didn't want to get hurt, this would be easier for Louis, Louis is pulling all the strings. But Harry also knew he shouldn't be blaming Louis, he had done what was right for him, but he just wasn't thinking about Harry's perspective. Probably because he didn't know Harry's perspective, Harry never said anything regarding emotions or feelings, he didn't want Louis to think he cared, so how could Louis have known the effect being 'just friends' would have on Harry?

Harry sat with that for a while, trying to find someone to blame, but he couldn't even find it in him to blame himself, so he was left in his small flat feeling empty and confused.

— 

When Louis got home he wasn't surprised to find Niall still on his couch, but he was surprised to see him surrounded by rubbish from Nando's.

"You get something for me?" Louis asked peeking in the bag only to find it empty.

Niall's eyes widen a bit. "Shit, didn't think you'd be hungry."

"It's fine, I guess I'm not really that hungry, but I'll steal a couple chips." Louis said reaching and stealing one from Niall.

Realizing that he was a guest in this house, Niall took his feet off the coffee table and shut off the television. "So... did'ya talk to Harry?"

Louis nodded with a tight smile. "Yep, we're just friends now."

"And you're happy about this decision?" Niall questioned, feeling a little guilty, like he had pressured him into doing this.

Louis huffed and thought for a moment. "I mean, I'm glad I got out before I felt too trapped again, but maybe he's changed."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Louis, trust me, men don't change. I mean, look at me, I have not and will not change for a woman."

"And look where that's gotten you." Louis eyed Niall with a sassy grin.

"Oi, shut it. I asked this girl out last week and it went well, we're going on a second date tomorrow." Niall smiled proudly.

Louis was excited for his friend. "Ni, why didn't you tell me?! Fuck, does she know about your job?"

Niall flinched at that. "I didn't, not yet. I will though, I just didn't think that was a topic for the first date."

"Isn't that was first dates are? It's saying hi, asking about their day, their family, their friends and their job?" Louis questioned, not having much experience with first dates.

"Well I didn't want to tell a fit girl that I make sure two men are having consensual sex on camera everyday." Niall whined. "Also, what do you know? You've only have one first date."

"Movies and books, pretty general idea of what it's like." Louis shrugged. "Wait, if you're going out with her tomorrow, does that mean you're not going for drinks with me and the lads? If you aren't going I can't go."

"Why not?" Niall asked, pushing all his rubbish into a pile.

Louis rolled his eyes and slouched back against the couch. "If you're not there to stop me, I will end up with Harry's dick in my arse, no doubt about it."

Niall scrunched his face in disgust. "Fine, I can cancel. You need to get out of the house, and you're my best friend. Hoes before bros."

Louis tilted his head. "I think you said it backwards."

"Nope, you're my hoe, she's my bro." Niall said with a look that said 'duh'.

Louis wasn't afraid to hide his giggles at that. "You can invite her to drinks, I'd love to meet her."

"Isn't the second date too early to meet friends?" Niall asked nervously grabbing his phone.

Louis shrugged. "I dunno, no?"

"Okay, I'm inviting her." Niall said before looking back up at Louis. "Her name is Amelia, by the way."

"I will not remember that, but thanks for telling me. Also let Liam know you're bringing someone." Louis said peeking over at Niall's phone where he saw strings of cute messages back and forth.

Niall pulled his phone out of Louis' sight before pocketing it. "So, how'd it go with Harry anyways?"

"It went well, all things considered." Louis shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Niall asked as his phone buzzed with a text.

"Did you know today is Valentine's Day?" Louis asked and he watched Niall's face drop.

He scrambled to get his phone from his pocket. "Shit, is it? Fuck, should I say something to Amelia for today?"

Louis nodded. "Yes, even just something small is fine. Like a cute text, and bring her flowers or summat tomorrow."

Niall typed something before putting his phone away. "Right, you were saying? Something about Harry?"

"He kind of got me a Valentine's Day gift?" Louis said questioning the action now.

Niall cocked his head to the side as if that would help him understand. "After you friendzoned him?"

"Well, he bought it before, he came home, I friendzoned him, and then he gave it to me and said happy Valentine's Day before I left." Louis said timidly, feeling like a jerk.

"Fuck." Was all Niall huffed out as he ran a hand through his bleached hair.

"I shouldn't have done that, he was changing." Louis whined into his hands.

"No, people don't change." Niall said, but he didn't sound so sure. "What did he get you? Something generic? Because stuff like that shows that he doesn't care, it shows he doesn't know shit about you."

Louis walked over to the kitchen where he dropped it off before settling on the couch with Niall. He brought it back over with an over exaggerated pout, holding it out in Niall's face.

"He got me a bear. Like my stuffed bears in my room, and it's holding a star, like the stars on my ceiling." Louis said with the pout still prominent on his face.

"I'm sorry, Lou." Niall managed, pulling Louis in for a hug.

Louis pulled away. "No, it's for the best. If I didn't do it then I would've never left until he hurt me again."

Niall nodded in understanding, knowing part of this was his own fault.

"Are you for sure coming tomorrow? I'm serious that I will personally shove his inhumanly large cock into me if you don't intervene." Louis clarified.

"Always so specific." Niall shook his head with a laugh.

"Not even kidding, any hole, any location. Might just shove his dick down my throat when we're at the table." Louis shrugged, holding the bear tight.

Niall swatted at his arm to get him to stop. "I'll be there, so will Amelia."

"Great. Don't let me follow him to the toilets, or let me be with him alone, or in a car with him. I love car sex and I will pursue it if given the opportunity." Louis laid out some rules.

Niall scrunched his nose, but nodded. "Don't need to know the details."

"I'm just warning you, I will get very horny if I'm drunk. Watch me closely, please. As much as I am obsessed with riding his cock, I deep down—by my prostate—I shouldn't." Louis said with the most innocent look on his face, like he was asking his mother to buy ice cream.

"Why are you like this?" Niall asked rhetorically, knowing that they were both way too open with each other.

"Just thought you'd want to know." Louis shrugged with a yawn. "I'm going to bed, feel free to stay in a guest room."

Niall nodded, checking the time. "I just might take you up on that." 

Chapter Text

"Is it louder than usual in here?" Louis asked as they stepped into the booming pub on the late Friday night.

"Nope, I'm gonna order food before Amelia gets here so I don't look like a pig." Niall said.

Louis shook his head with a light smile. "I don't think you'll have time to eat the whole menu, mate."

"Oi! What the fuck?" Niall laughed slapping his arm playfully. He nodded towards the largest table. "I guess they aren't here yet, go take that table, I'll be right there."

Louis took a deep breath, willing for an asteroid, or a volcano, whichever was more likely, to kill him before he saw Harry. He quickly ordered two shots at the bar and threw them back before walking over to the table.

He knew he was a lightweight, of seeing Harry right no hurt. That image of the stuffed bear, and Harry's face, and wondering if he made the right decision was killing him, so why not poison his body to give life an advantage at killing first?

"LOUIS!" A voice shouted happily, making his way over to Louis at the table where three shot glasses were now empty.

It took a second for his eyes to lift off the table before locking eyes with Liam and Zayn, actively avoiding Harry's eyes. "Hi! how's your day been?"

"All good, Mr. Ericsson started a protest for more flavours of Jello cups today though." Liam laughed before ordering a beer and sitting down next to Louis.

"Wow, and old people protest, alert the media." Zayn teased sitting next to Liam when there was plenty of space on the other side where it was just Louis sat.

Liam smiled kindly at Zayn before turning back to Louis. "Why the big table?"

Louis had to regain his thoughts. "Oh yeah, um, Niall is bringing his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Didn't know that little Irishman had it in him." Zayn said, sounding impressed.

"Zayn, be polite." Liam warned with a smirk, earning a playful eyeroll in return. He turned back to Louis, "Is she nice? Have they been going out long?"

Louis shrugged. "I haven't met her yet and this is only their second date."

"And he thought that bringing her to a pub with a bunch of gay guys and Harry would be the ideal spot?" Zayn questioned, only Louis seemed to notice the deep breath that Harry had let out. Still not meeting his eyes, though he could feel Harrys gaze on him.

I dunno," Louis chuckled playing with the sleeves on his sweater. "I guess you'll have to ask him now." He turned to see Niall and some woman. "Hi, 'm Louis!"

"I'm Amelia." She smiled brightly, taking a seat next to Harry and Niall slid in the booth after her.

"Zayn," He quickly introduced himself with a ready smile. "I have questions."

Liam quickly cut in before he could continue. "And before he bombards you with completely rude questions, I'd like to introduce myself as Liam. If Zayn says anything rude, I'm sorry in advance."

"Okay, I made a mistake bringing you here for a second date." Niall said under his breath.

Zayn let out a loud laugh that Liam quickly covered with his hand, but Zayn swatted it away. "It's a fucking second date, you don't go to a pub and introduce to your only friends in a loud room of drunk adults."

"No, you're suspended from the table. Take five and come back later." Liam rolled his eyes and Zayn begrudgingly got up with a scoff walking off to the bathroom.

"Do you normally treat each other like children?" Amelia asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"Not normally, typically it's just Niall, but Zayn decided to act like a year two." Liam laughed.

She turned beside her. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Harry." He said coldly, not looking her in the eye.

"What is with you and Zayn acting like impolite children? Harry, be fucking nice." Liam scolded his friend.

Harry looked up and smiled at her sarcastically. 

"Wow, I didn't know the lads were acting like babies today. I mean, I expect that out of Lou, but these grown arse men?" Niall teased.

"Oi!" Louis shot out, dramatic with a pout.

"And how do you all know each other?" Amelia laughed at the group.

"Uh, Louis and I work together. Louis knows Liam because he volunteers at the old people building where Liam works—"

"Retirement home." Liam corrected

Niall waved it off. "Doesn't matter. Anyways, Liam, Zayn and Harry went to school together or something equally as boring."

Amelia smiled. "So, what do you two do?"

Louis froze, not wanting to share it with the group about his job, just as Zayn was coming back too.

Niall stumbled looking for the answer. "Just business stuff, y'know, stocks and shit. Boring things that don't matter."

She hummed and nodded. "Forgive me for my curiosity, but you seem so young."

Louis felt his face turn red as Liam was so confused as to what was happening.

"He's just an intern, working there until he finishes uni." Harry spoke evenly.

"Oh, you're at uni now?" Liam asked and Niall kicked him.

"Heh, yeah." Louis nodded, wanting to melt into the floor.

"Shit, so you're a lot younger than the lot of them." Amelia waited for Louis to nod. "I figured, you look 16, love."

"Nineteen." Louis corrected with a smile.

"So, why are you friends with these old losers?"

Louis shrugged. "I dunno, I didn't really have many other friends. Other than my best mate from year 6, Oli. But he's back home in Donny."

"How long have you been in London?" She asked.

Noticing Louis was getting a little uncomfortable with all these questions, Harry spoke up. "Why do you ask?"

Her eyes widened and she shook her head apologetically. "Oh my god, so sorry, I'm a social worker, it's just force of habit. You looked young and you remind me of the kids I worked with. I know you're fine, you're in uni, you have friends, I'm just being pushy."

"It's fine, really." Louis smiled,. "I think I wanna go dance at the club next door."

"Have fun, be safe." Liam said in a brotherly manner.

"Do you need a babysitter?" Zayn teased.

"Oh, take Harry. He's in a grumpy mood and maybe some dancing will lighten his mood." Liam suggested, not knowing that it'll do the opposite.

"Okay Grumpy Gus, let's go." Louis said smiling happily and skipping out the door as Harry walked behind. Harry caught up quickly as Louis was stopped and ID'd, but they were both let in. Already having alcohol in his system helped right now, he looked around the black lit room carefully.

"Whatcha looking for?" Harry said loudly in his ear, over the music.

Louis turned to face Harry. "I need to get laid, I'm horny." Then he turned back into the crowd.

"I don't think that's the best thing." Harry said carefully.

"Listen, I said I wanna be friends with you, and I mean it. If this is going to be a problem for you, then I can't spend anymore time with you." Louis said honestly.

"Fine, I'll help get you laid, I guess." Harry mumbled.

Louis nodded happily. "Him."

"Ew, no. Don't you have standards?"

"Apparently not if I let you fuck me." Louis laughed.

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head he chose someone for Louis. "He seems...interested."

"Okay, um, okay." Louis said, running his hands through his hair nervously.

"You alright, lad?" Harry checked in, noticing Louis' awkwardness.

Louis nodded and swallowed thickly "Yeah, just been a minute since 've flirted with anyone."

"You flirted with me." Harry reminded him quickly.

"Well, you were easy. No offence, but once they know you're a porn star, it's easy to get them, you're already in their mind naked and begging." Louis says innocently, not noticing how Harry tensed up or how that wasn't a common phrase.

Harry coughed loudly, clearing his throat. "Right, so, I'll just wingman you."

Louis' eyes widened, trying to stop Harry, but ultimately failing since Harry was already through the crowd and headed for the handsome man.

"Hey, 'm Caleb." He said noticing Harry walking over to him.

"Harry." He said with a smile.

He nodded, "So Harry, can I buy you a drink or something?"

"Oh, shit, no. I'm straight, him, he's gay. Sorry." He said pointing at Louis.

"Alright, he's fit, he looks young, what, eighteen?" He said still eying Louis.

"Nineteen." Harry said carefully.

"Fuck, that's hot. Thanks for the suggestion." He said before sauntering over to Louis, and Harry is afraid he's made a mistake.

He quickly caught up to the guy. "Sorry, I was talking about that guy over there." He pointed at someone else, who was clearly not nineteen and wasn't nearly as cute as Louis.

"Oh, shit. Thanks for the heads up mate." He said turning away from both Louis and the second guy Harry had pointed out.

Louis looked over at Harry confused, the hot lad was walking over and Harry stopped him. Harry walked over apologetically. "He's basically a pedo."

"Oh," He said eyes widened. "Thanks, I guess. I'm gonna go get another drink."

"I'll come with you, I can pay." Harry offered, following him to the crowded bar.

"Okay, first of all, I have much more money than you, second, neither of us will be paying for drinks tonight." Louis smirked sliding in beside another man.

"Hey pretty, can I get you a drink?" The man asked.

Louis giggled. "Um, I dunno, can I get a vodka redbull?"

"Strong order, you sure you can take it?" He asked after ordering the drink for Louis.

Louis blinked innocently. "I can take a lot."

The man hummed and nodded with a smirk. After the drink was handed to him Louis blew him a kiss and walked back to Harry.

"You're gonna drink that?" Harry nodded towards the glass.

"Mhm." Louis said taking a small sip. "Here, hold it. What did you want?"

"Tequila, neat." Harry said, holding Louis drink for him as he watched him flirt with another man before walking back over with another drink, trading it with Harry's.

"I want him." Louis said pointing obviously to a tall attractive stranger across the club.

Harry pushed his hand down so it wasn't so obvious that Louis was drunk and clearly eyeing that man. "Okay, well give me a minute to check him out."

"I could do it m'self." Louis scoffed with a slight slur. 

"No you can't, you don't know what people are thinking about you behind your back." Harry said walking towards the man.

He drank the last of his tequila quickly as to loosen himself up.

"Hey." Harry said, not sure what he was trying to do.

He looked Harry up and down with a crooked smile. "Sorry mate, not really my type."

"Oh, no worries. I was looking for someone smaller, y'know...twinkier?" He wasn't quite sure the terminology for what Louis was and if he was allowed to say that.

The man nodded. "Okay, same. I'm Roman, by the way."

"Harry." He introduced himself. "Listen, I think we both know who the best option is here."

"Who?" Roman asked curiously, indulging in Harry's presence.

Harry turned towards the crowd, his eyes landing on Louis laughing at the bar with another drink. "Him, blue eyes, over there."

Roman nodded slowly, looking carefully at Louis. "He's cute."

"It's no coincidence that I came over here." Harry said loudly, over the music.

"Really? Do tell, because you've been so subtle." Roman smiled.

"You and me are his best options." Harry replied simply.

"Is that so?" Roman said sipping his drink.

"I mean, look at the other options." Harry chuckled.

"So, why are you over here rather than flirting with him?" Roman smirked, eyes glancing over Louis once again.

Harry hummed. "I—uh, I tried but he was looking at you, so I came to see what the big deal was."

"So you struck out and now you're trying to do what? Psych me out?" Roman let out a smile.

"I was kidding, no, um he's one of my mates." Harry muttered awkwardly.

"So you hit on him and he friendzoned you?" 

Harry shook his head. "This was a mistake."

He walked away to get another drink, looking back at Roman once he was at a distance. He watched Roman think about it for a second, looking at Louis across the dark club.

"C'mon Roman, just sleep with the kid. C'mon," Harry mumbled into his new drink, watching him like a hawk.

A few moments later Roman put down his glass and walked over to Louis, introducing himself to Louis.

"Hi, 'm Louis." He smiled innocently.

"Roman, has anyone ever told you that you have the most gorgeous eyes?" Roman asked, getting lost a little.

Louis knows that Harry talked about his eyes a lot, as well as his arse, but he knew the answer Roman was looking for. "No." He smiled.

"Well they should. Can I buy you a drink?" He asked smoothly.

"I've had enough, but I'd love a dance." Louis asked with a hopeful smile.

"I'd love to." Roman smiled taking Louis' hand and leading him to the crowd of sweaty dancing.

Harry decided he should leave, he didn't want to watch Louis flirt with Roman, so he finished his drink and called an Uber to take him home.

—

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I don't ever do that, having sex right after meeting someone." Roman shot up from the bed and searched the room for his clothes.

Louis looked around the bedroom, it was morning now, but he didn't remember falling asleep. He remembers the sex though, it was fairly decent all things considered. 

"I had a nice time last night." Louis smiled with a worrying undertone. He didn't like the idea of being used like Harry used him, just for a fuck.

Roman turned to look at him. "I did too, um, I was wondering if I could get your number?"

"I'd like that a lot." Louis said with a smile. 

After exchanging numbers, Louis 'helped' Roman make some breakfast.

"I don't normally do that either." Louis said after swallowing a bite of breakfast. "I don't sleep with people 've only just met."

"Good, I like being the exception." Roman smiled warmly. "Do you need more breakfast?"

"No, I'm quite finished. But I'd love to take you out to dinner?" Louis asked, shooting his shot.

Roman smiled as he took the dishes to the sink. "I'd love that, I have some school work, but I'd love dinner. Around six?"

"School?"

"I'm in my final year of my journalism degree." Roman explained. "What about you?"

"Uh, not as much. I didn't really go to uni." Louis' eyes fell down to his feet.

Roman looked around apprehensively. "Then what do you do? Have you got rich parents or something? I mean, look at this place."

Louis really wanted this to work out, Roman was nice, Roman was sweet, Roman was the kind of person that made dating easy. He couldn't start off whatever this might be with a lie.

"I do— I'm a certain type of actor, ahem, a porn actor?" Louis said quietly, looking anywhere but at Roman.

It was silent for a minute, Louis wasn't sure if maybe Roman had quietly run away, but he didn't want to look up from his lap out of embarrassment. He's never been so open about that before.

"Oh, that's, that's something." Roman said slowly.

"You can leave... y'know, if it makes you uncomfortable. I know people don't like it." Louis said self consciously, feeling bare and lonely.

Roman took his hand swiftly. "No, it's actually fine. I mean, you're fit, you're young, and you're rich. By the time I'm fifty I won't have half as much money as you do now. I mean, why be ashamed of something that makes you better than everyone else?"

That made Louis smile. "You're not leaving?"

"Fuck no! You haven't given me a reason to yet, other than your questionable cooking abilities." Roman chuckled.

Louis giggled. "Oi, keep it up and I'll be forcing you to leave."

"I really should go, I've got a lot of schoolwork to finish." Roman said letting go of Louis hand after giving it a tight squeeze.

"Right, so I'll give you a call when I book a reservation." Louis said standing to walk him out and smiling to himself as he watched the man get in the Uber.

Then, inexplicably, he started squealing and jumping around his home. He had a date, an actual date. Not one of his flings that he calls up just for a fuck, no a coworker that he's being filmed with, an actual man. An actual man who was okay with him filming porn, an actual man who was nice, and not treating him like a child.

Naturally, as everyone does, he looked for Roman's instagram. He found out a couple things from that, he studies at University of London for Journalism, he recently turned 23, so he was only a couple years older than Louis, he has a cat, though Louis was more of a dog person.

It wasn't long before he texted Niall to come over immediately, and three bloody hours later Niall was at his front door.

"What took so long?" Louis questioned.

"Unlike you, I don't get to choose when I go into work." Niall reminded him with a touch of sass he probably got from hanging around Louis for too long.

"Doesn't matter, you'll never believe what happened!" Louis squealed jumping up and down.

Niall's eyes widened and a smile sprouted on his face. "NO!"

"YES!" Louis said nodded enthusiastically.

"Harry finally got his head out of his arse and asked you out?!" 

"YE—wait, what? No!" Louis stopped jumping around to give his friend a confused look.

Niall shook his head. "Right, no. Okay, then what happened?"

"I went home with someone last night, and he was really nice and sweet and he had a nice dick, and we're going out on a date tonight!" Louis said rambling with words too fast for Niall to catch everything, but he got most of it.

"Does he know what you do for work? Niall asked, not wanting Louis to get his hopes up and hurt again.

Louis nodded. "I wanted to start with the truth, so I told him. He was totally okay with it, he was actually was impressed."

"That's wonderful, Louis." Niall smiled honestly, happy for his friend.

"Speaking of the truth, you've got to tell Amelia the truth. Imagine it gets serious and then you explain that you've been lying to her since the beginning. Trust me, people deserve to know the truth from the beginning." Louis said genuinely, he wanted what was best for Niall. Niall was always there for him, so he figured it best to help Niall as well.

Niall threw his head back with a disagreeing whine. "But I don't want to."

"Sucks, but guess what?" Louis said cryptically.

"What?"

"If it doesn't work out with her, you're like the third hottest crew member at work. I'm sure any of the actors would be happy to suck you off." Louis said proudly with a cheeky grin.

"Wow, only the third hottest?" Niall questioned.

Louis nodded defensively. "I mean, you've got camera man Brad, hot as fuck, he could be an actor, then you've got Stephan."

"Stephan? Like, props Stephan?" Niall spat out like it was the most out of pocket thing. "I'm like, way hotter than Stephan."

"Nah." Louis said shaking his head. "Maybe if you stopped bleaching your hair and let it grow out brown. But Stephan is so hot."

"Whatever." Niall scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"You're taking this to heart as if you'd actually consider these options. You're not gay." Louis giggled.

Niall shrugged. "I mean, a blow job is a blow job, no matter who you get it from. Plus, I figure those actors have more experience than the average person."

"Experience doesn't mean they're good. For example, Darren, horrible blowies, doesn't know what he's doing, same with Conner and Zeke."

"Right, and you're good?"

"I've been told I've given phenomenal blowies."

"Stop calling them blowies, it's like having a conversation with a year seven." Niall laughed. "Plus, I feel like the feedback may be a little biased, getting it from people who work with you."

"Harry liked them, that's how I started sleeping with him." Louis winked.

"Ew gross."

"If you ever need a blowie, I won't be offering you my services then." Louis said defiantly.

Niall smiled. "Thank fuck."

Louis only slapped him in retaliation.

After a few hours of lounging and joking around, Louis began getting ready for his date, and Niall promised to stay until Louis got back, to ensure his safety and make sure he didn't sleep with Roman again.

"Are you sure? What if you trust him?" Niall questioned as Louis put on some mascara.

Louis shook his head. "No, if I like him enough, I can wait until the fourth date."

"But haven't you already fucked him?"

"Yes, but that was a trial, now I know that I like it I can risk the wait." Louis said simply, not wanting for either of them to just be in this for the sex, that was what it was with Harry.

Niall waved him goodbye as Roman picked him up in a janky old car that was actually sort of adorable.

The date was wonderful, perfect banter, lots of giggling, complete honesty, and everything was going great.

"How was the date?" Niall asked as Louis walked through the front door with the biggest puppy eyes.

"I like him so much, it's scary." Louis whined. "It's not fair how someone could be that hot and kind. At least Harry was hot and a little sharp."

"Careful, stop comparing him to Harry. You two never really dated." Niall reminded him.

Louis took a deep breath. "I know, Roman is great though. We're going out again after work on Wednesday."

"After work? You're finally going back to work?" Niall asked excited, he really missed working with Louis.

"Yeah, 'm in a better place now, I think I can go back just fine." Louis smiled sheepishly.

"That's great, I'll see you there I guess. I should go now, it's pretty late."

"Goodnight, Ni." Louis said walking him towards the door.

"Night, have fun with your boyfriend." Niall said with a wink.

Louis shot right back. "Tell the truth to your girlfriend."

Niall responded with a simple middle finger as he walked to his car and Louis shut the door with a grin. He was happy, for the first time in a while, he was actually happy.

He sent a quick text to Roman. 

Louis: thanks so much for tonight. i had so much fun and can't wait to see u again on wednesday 

Roman: I had fun too. The place we're going on Wednesday is gonna be a lot less formal though

Louis: where r we going? back to the club? lol

Roman: Haha nope. I was thinking about painting some pottery. I've done it before and promise its fun

Louis: sounds awesome cant wait

Louis put down his phone and giggled as he kicked his feet in bed, he was happy. It's all he's ever wanted for himself, but something felt missing. He decided to ignore that until it became relevant, why mess with something so perfect because you're feeling off? 

Roman was the perfect person, sweet, caring, thoughtful, polite, happy, the kind of person you would want to introduce to your family.

Harry wasn't as much, he was dark, possessive, sharp, cold, determined, controlling, jealous and the kind of person your mother would warn you about dating, but that's not how Louis chose to see him, he preferred ignoring those parts because Harry wasn't nice to him, he was hot after all.

Louis knew that he should forget about Harry, after all, Harry and him were just friends now and Harry was the one who helped get Louis and Roman together, but Harry just wouldn't leave his mind, even as he kissed Roman goodnight when he dropped him off.

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"And he's gonna pick me up today before we go to the restaurant." Louis said wistfully to Mr. Levins, who was a resident at the retirement home.

"Isn't that gay?" He questioned.

Louis nodded, ignoring his rude tone. "It is. It's very gay."

"You're one of them gays, huh? Do you know my nephew, he's gay." Mr. Levins asked.

"I probably do not, but he might know me." Louis said with a cheeky grin.

"I like your attitude." Mr. Levins said with a smirk. He didn't understand the double entendre that Louis had used, but it was probably best, that.

"Louis, you're needed in Ms. Thompson's room." Liam said peeking his head in the room.

Louis nodded and stood up. "Alright then, see you later Mr. Levins."

As Liam and Louis walked down the halls Liam finally spoke up. "Actually you weren't needed, but you've just been in his room all morning."

"He's easy to talk to." Louis shrugged.

"You find anyone easy to talk to, he's a touch homophobic and you spent three hours with him." Liam pointed out.

Louis shrugged. "He didn't seem too bad, I was telling him about my boyfriend."

"Yes, we've all heard about your boyfriend." Liam rolled his eyes with a smile.

"It's a monumental thing, Payno. This doesn't happen all that often." Louis said playfully.

"I'm very happy for you and Roman, you should invite him to drinks tomorrow, we'd love to meet him." Liam suggested.

Louis had thought about it, but he didn't want his friends to push Roman away. It was weird enough that they were all older than him, but also their personalities when they started drinking might make the average person run away.

"I dunno, we've only been dating for a few weeks, I'm afraid it's still fragile." Louis said carefully.

Liam gave him a playful shove to the shoulder. "Niall brought Amelia 'round for the second date. You lot have gone on numerous dates, I think it's time."

Louis nodded and smiled. "Alright, I'll ask him tonight if he wants to go for drinks with us tomorrow."

"Yes, do it!" Liam said before returning to the front desk to continue working.

After a few more hours of volunteering Louis' shift was over and he was waiting outside in the warm April air, though it looked like it might start raining soon. A few minutes later a car pulled up and Louis got inside.

"Ready, babe?" He asked as Louis got in.

Louis nodded cheerfully. "Yes, I can't wait."  

"It's not a fancy place, I can't afford much." He laughed awkwardly.

"That's completely fine, I don't expect a lot." Louis smiled. "I mean, I could be your sugar daddy."

Roman laughed lightly. "I don't want you wasting money on me."

"It's not a waste. Who else do I get to spend it on?"

"It feels wrong to take your money." Roman countered.

Louis shrugged. "Did you wanna meet my friends tomorrow?"

"That sounds good, why?" He asked, facing Louis, but his eyes were still on the road.

"We go for drinks every Friday, and I figure we've been dating for a month..." Louis trailed off, not knowing where to go from there.

Roman chuckled with a smile. "I'd love to meet your friends, I'lol have to thank Harry though for getting us together."

Louis laughed too, but it was more because he didn't know what else to do. "You'll love them."

"If you love them, I'm sure I'll love them too." Roman said softly, making Louis' heart do a little thing. "Tell me about them so I know something."

"Okay, I've known Niall the longest. We work together, we have for three years. He's one of the intimacy coordinators that I work with, he's Irish, and if you hear him tell you any embarrassing stories about me, pretend you didn't." Louis heard Roman laugh. "Niall's straight, he's been dating this girl Amelia, but she doesn't know that I do porn or that Niall works in porn, none of the guys know except Harry so please don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He said placing a warm hand on Louis' thigh.

"Then I met Liam, I volunteer at the retirement home that he works at, the one you picked me up from. He's super nice, golden retriever energy, and like super gay and super in love with Zayn who I'll tell you about in a minute. He's like the responsible one of the group, but also provides his friends with weed when they ask." Louis explains as Roman nods.

Louis then continues. "Then there's Zayn, also gay, also desperately in love with Liam, neither one knows it yet, but I'm totally gonna get 'em together. He's quiet when he's comfortable, but will be the rudest person if he likes you. So if he's mean, he likes you, but it's mean in a playful way, it makes it fun."

"Sounds...fun."

"And you've met Harry, he's... something else entirely. He is very charismatic and attention drawing. He's real easy to get on with, um, he's sort of a manwhore?" Louis questioned, not knowing how to phrase it. "Y'know, like, different lady every night?"

"Really? He's straight?" Roman asked, this new version of Harry contradicting with the version he met a little over a month ago.

Louis nodded, knowing better than to say anything else. "Mhm, like, more straight than you can imagine." Maybe it was a bit too far, but Louis deemed it necessary.

"Alright, thanks for the heads up. 'M excited to meet all of your friends." Roman said taking Louis' hand and kissing his knuckles.

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"I'm ready for the details." Niall said bursting into Louis' dressing room the next day at work. "Where are you? You hiding?"

"Ni, 'm in the bathroom. Did ya need something?" Louis said loud for his friend to hear him.

"Pissing or shitting?" Niall asked after knocking on the door to the bathroom.

Louis stopped what he was doing. "Why?"

"I wanna know if I could come in." Niall shrugged.

"Which one would indicate that I need privacy?" Louis questioned, wondering when he had started thinking of this as normal friendship.

"Shitting, obviously. I don't wanna see that."

Louis rolled his eyes, but there was a concerned smile. "Why would you wanna see me with my dick in my hand as I piss?"

"I've seen your dick in your hand numerous times a week." Niall said simply.

"You see me with things in my arse every time I'm at work!"

Niall knocked persistently. "Shut it, can I come in or not."

"Guess so, 'm just shaving." Louis said.

Niall burst through the door and sat on the counter by the sink as Louis continued shaving his legs. "So, how was your date?"

"Good." Louis said simply.

Niall scoffed. "Date number eleven and it was just 'good'?" 

"It was better than good, I just don't know what I want you to know." Louis tilted his head avoidantly.

That made Niall press harder. "Why not? Did something happen? Are you pregnant?" 

"What the fuck, this is real life Ni, 'm not bloody pregnant." Louis spat, sort of annoyed at the implication that he would be stupid enough to not know how to use a condom or a morning after pill if he were able to get pregnant.

Niall just shrugged. "I dunno, just thought of me own life. Condoms and birth control don't always work."

"They don't?"

Niall shook his head.

So maybe Louis would end up getting pregnant if that were possible, he probably would abort that shit though, how could a baby fit through a dick? Oh wait, no, the arsehole.

"So, are you in love with him or summat? Why won't you tell me?" Niall interrupted Louis' irrelevant thoughts.

Louis shook his head. "I'm being petty and selfish."

"Why?"

"We had sex, and like, he's quite good at sex, right? And I called him Daddy." Louis flinched at the memory.

"I take it he didn't like it?" Niall asked the obvious question.

Louis shook his head with a tight self deprecating smile. "Nope, then he stopped fucking to talk about kinks, which he has none."

"None? Everyone has some kinks." Niall scoffed dismissively.

"Nope, not one. Not handcuffs, or restraints, or name kinks, or roleplaying, nothing. He said he didn't mind wall sex, but he just preferred in bed." Louis said with a huff, unfortunately finding one flaw in his so far otherwise perfect boyfriend.

"Really? That seems boring." Niall said softly.

"It is! He doesn't want to play with toys, or overstimutate, or degrade me. He doesn't get possessive, but is it kind of bad that I want him to get jealous?" Louis asked as he tossed the razor aside and ran his hand up the newly hairless shin.

"Yes," Niall nodded panicked. "You didn't want jealous and possessive since it messes with your job, a job that you love."

"But I want him to care that I get fucked for work, that anyone can see me get fucked, that I'm only stretched after work because someone else did it, that those bruises and hickeys aren't from him." Louis whined childishly.

Niall took a deep breath before responding in a way that wasn't shaking the crazy out of his young friend. "Lou, I love you, I need you to know that."

"I know that, idiot."

"Okay, ouch, anyways... You don't want someone possessive and jealous, it'll mess with your job, you know that, and then you'll get hurt when they make you choose between them and your job because you will pick your job. Having someone who supports you in that job, who cares for you after getting used all day, that's comfort, that's romantic." Niall explained.

Louis thought about that, it was maybe nice that Roman wasn't jealous. Maybe Louis just wanted a fiery romance that was all swept up in the moment, and ignored the fairytale ending within sight.

"I should get to set." Niall said retreating to the other room before Louis heard the dressing room door shut, meaning he was along with his thoughts.

—

"It's no pressure really, we can back out at any point." Louis reminded his boyfriend.

Roman nodded as they walked into the pub. "Yeah, you've reminded me a million times."

"Just wanna make sure you're not feeling pressured." Louis shrugged as they weaved their way to the back.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Roman smiled, squeezing Louis' hand to emphasize his point.

Louis nodded as he found the table where they were all sitting and pulled Roman to sit beside him.

"Hey Tommo, and you must be Roman. Louis' told us so much about ya." Niall said quickly, greeting him warmly.

Roman nodded, "And you're Niall? It's nice to meet you all as well."

"So you know who's who already?" Liam asked, adding on to the conversation.

"I mean, I know Niall is Irish, I think you're Liam, Zayn I know doesn't talk much, and I've already met Harry once." Roman explained, going around the table.

After a while, the drinks started flowing, and everyone was warming up to Roman, much to Louis' content.

"And he's actually just nailing it." Louis boasted a little drunkenly about Roman.

"You're making him blush." Liam laughed taking another sip of his drink as Roman shook his head with a smile and hid his blushing face in Louis' shoulder.

"You're too perfect." Roman chuckled in Louis' ear making Louis turn to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Ew!" Zayn squealed a little with dramatic disgust.

Niall laughed loudly. "Get a room!"

Harry laughed too, not loud, just enough to indicate that he was paying attention. 

"You lot are so embarrassing." Louis whined with a smile he couldn't hide if he wanted to.

"It's like our little brother is finally dating someone, we have to be embarrassing." Liam reasoned, tussling Louis' hair and earning a scowl from the shorter man.

"You guys feel like brothers?" Roman asked.

"Oh for sure, especially those two." Zayn pointed at Louis and Harry. "Always bickering like brothers."

"Brothers?" Harry laughed awkwardly earning a weird glare from Niall next to him.

"Last week Liam had 'em over to paint his room blue, and they were bickering the entire time and it took forever for them to finish." Niall explained.

The conversation kept flowing, but Harry was inexplicably weird. He wasn't silent, which is what one would expect, but it was like he was only paying attention to 20% of the conversation.

Niall leaned over to him. "You 'right mate?"

Harry thought for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah, just thinking."

"Do you know why Louis is dating Roman?" Niall asked calmly, but quietly so no one else could hear.

Harry shook his head, refusing to look Niall in the eye.

"Roman asked him out." Niall said simply and earnestly. "Roman wasn't afraid to love and cherish him."

Harry took a loud and deep breath before nodding.

"Do you know why that is important to Louis?" Niall asked, prolonging this one sided conversation.

Harry once again shook his head, staring holes in his beer.

"Louis' insecure about the whole dating thing. He doesn't trust easily, not anymore. He needs someone who makes the first move, someone who makes him feel wanted without being asked. He needs reassurance that he's in the right place." Niall explained what he knew about his friend to the man who broke Louis' heart. Harry was the reason Louis didn't leave his home for over a week, the reason Louis cried every day, the reason Louis didn't go to work, but somehow Niall knew Louis needed Harry.

"What do you mean 'not anymore'?" Harry finally spoke up softly.

"Hm?" Niall questioned, taking a large bite out of a burger that Harry didn't notice Niall ordering or receiving.

Harry cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "You said he doesn't trust easily anymore."

"Right," Niall said before swallowing his food. "He had an ex, Luke. He was fucking awful, so controlling, so jealous, so forceful, but Louis just adored him. I met Luke a few times, he was a lot older, he was 26 and Louis was 17 apparently. They were together for a year, they lived together, it was just all bad. Luke was so possessive of Louis and controlled how he dressed, came to work and was yelling at me and the rest of the crew for watching. He hated that Louis did porn, he was demanding that Louis quit after just one month of dating, but Louis always said no."

Niall took another bite of burger before continuing. "Anyways, Luke started getting really angry, hitting Louis and shit, I didn't know about it until it was too late. Those stars on his bedroom ceiling are every time he's seriously thought about killing himself. Most of them went up that year that they were together. When I found out about the abuse, Louis lived with me for a week, Louis broke up with him and he ransacked the house, breaking a lot of what Louis had. He was a mess after that, he missed Luke, but I didn't let him go back, he got better with time, but he never did anything serious since. It's all just been whoever threw themselves at him, that way he knew he was wanted by them, he never pursued, he was afraid of getting hurt again."

"Did you go to the police?" Harry asked, his eyebrows stuck in a permanent state of worry.

"Yeah, got a restraining order and that's it." Niall shrugged. "They didn't do much. Anyways, until now Louis has only hooked up with people he knew are safe. He never just randomly hooked up with someone he met at a club, he has regular flings with people in his phone that he trusts are safe and can provide good sex. He needs to know where the other person stands with him, and Roman is constantly telling Louis how perfect or how cute Louis is, it's quite romantic actually."

Harry rolled his eyes, he could totally do that. 

"But you couldn't do that, could ya?" Niall pondered out loud. "You couldn't give him what he needed and he had to end it before he got hurt."

"Excuse me?" Harry spat with a bit too much anger after being accused of such things.

Niall just shook his head. "You couldn't tell Louis that you actually liked him, you couldn't tell him anything feasible, you couldn't even tell yourself that you are not straight."

"Did he tell you all of this? All of what we did?" Harry was worried, he was going to look like the arse in this story.

"Barely had to, it was obvious. You kept pushing him away whenever he got too comfortable, dismissing what it really was. And now look across the table, Louis is the happiest he's been since I met him with someone that isn't you, because that man had the balls to ask him out, that man had the balls to cherish Louis for the perfect person he is." Niall said defending his best friend to the best of his abilities.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Harry scoffed, trying to keep his expression neutral.

"Sure, mate, keep telling yourself that." Niall smirked taking a sip of his drink.

Harry looked across the table to where Louis and Roman were holding hands as they talked with Liam and Zayn, he knew this feeling was jealousy, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Jealousy." Niall whispered with a smile.

Harry's head snapped in that direction. "I don't want you to talk to me anymore."

"I think that this is just you lashing out because you can't get what you want." Niall bit back, standing his ground.

"I can get whatever I want, and I don't want him." Harry said in a sharp whisper.

Niall leaned in closer to whisper even angrier. "Good, because he's taken and is completely over you."

Now, Harry wouldn't know this wasn't true, and that was Niall's intention with saying it. It's not that he wanted to hurt Harry, it's that he wanted to stand up for Louis, he wanted to make everything easier for Louis. Once Louis would stop seeing Harry as a romantic interest, he would be able to fully commit to Roman, but as long as Harry was interesting Niall knew Louis would keep Roman at arms length, picking at every flaw no matter how tiny and irrelevant.

The only way for Louis to be able to actually move on from Harry, is for Harry to move on from Louis, and vice versa. Niall knew this, but he also wanted Harry to suffer the tiniest bit, feel sorrow for what he ruined and what he missed out on. It was revenge really, if he had to care for a crying and depressed Louis, he got to make Harry upset, it's the best friend rule book.

"Niall, I need you to stop talking, just shut the fuck up." Harry said sharply under his breath.

Niall just rolled his eyes. "I actually won't be doing that, but thanks for the feedback, manwhore."

"Shut the fuck up or I'll tell Amelia what you do for work." Harry said sharply, grabbing Niall by the collar.

Niall reached to grasp onto the table, but it was loud and caught everyone's attention.

"What is going on with you two?" Liam asked and harry quickly removed his clenched fist from Niall's shirt.

"Nothing." They both said in unison, looking equally as guilty.

Zayn snorted. "Nothing, my arse. You two were about to fight."

"No they weren't." Louis said, not really arguing with Zayn, more so telling the two that they shouldn't.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Zayn chanted and banged his fist on the table repeatedly.

"No!" Liam said, interrupting the chants and putting a hand on Zayn's fist to stop the banging, but it just looked like they were holding hands.

"We weren't fighting, right Ni?" Harry said, kicking the other boy under the table.

Niall shook his head. "Nope, just talking."

"Okay..." Liam said skeptically before turning back to the rest of the lads and their conversation.

Drinks felt like it went on for ages, time never changing, Harry stuck across the table from Louis and his new boyfriend, and stuck between Niall and Zayn, and just generally stuck.

According to Niall, Louis had moved on completely, and that just sucked. But him and Louis were 'friends' now, or at least that's what louis kept trying to insist, they did friend things, they helped out Liam, they bickered, they chatted politely. Did Harry want more? Well, that's neither here nor there, that's not really relevant, that.

That night Harry went home alone, not that he didn't want to hook up with someone, and not that he could've, he just wasn't in the mood. He stepped into the cold dark flat, accidentally running into the counter before turning on the light. He stumbled through his nightly routine before letting his body fall face first into the bed.

The next morning he was working on costumes for the upcoming school play, he needed to sew one of the costumes from scratch because it didn't fit properly for the boy who was in teh roll. The boy was too tall so the jacket didn't fit properly, so Harry returned the old one and decided to just make one because how hard could it be. Turns out it was really hard.

When the phone rung, Harry's eyes were so tired of trying to see the tiny end of the string that he couldn't read the name properly. "'Lo?"

"Haz, hi! Roman and I were out shopping and I saw something that I thought you needed so I bought it for you. Are you home? I could drop it off." Louis said in a quick ramble.

Harry blinked to process the words. "Oh, sure. I'm home, come by whenever."

"Okay, be there soon. You're gonna wanna take a right here, oh you can see his flat." Louis probably thought he hung up, but he hadn't, so Harry was quiet as to eavesdrop.

"I don't know if he'll like it though." Harry could hear Roman say.

"No, trust me. I don't care if he likes it, he needs one. Plus it was a good deal, and it's pretty, no?" Louis asked, probably with a cute pout.

"Yes, it is cute. Not as cute as you, though."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Louis teased.

"How foolish of me then." Roman teased back.

Harry could hear the giggles coming from Louis, it pulled at his heart.

"You're lucky I love you." Louis sighed dramatically, but you could hear the smile and the playfulness in his voice.

"I'm the luckiest, I know."

That hurt.

That really fucking hurt.

Harry didn't want to listen anymore, he hung up and threw his phone at the wall. Now his wall had a dent in it and his phone screen was cracked, but that was nothing compared to how his heart felt. Just as the tears were about to spill from his eyes, there was a knock at the door followed by some casual chatter on the other side of the panel.

Harry walked over and opened the door to the happy couple. "Hey, what's going on guys?"

"They had this adorable bookshelf at the shops so I got it for you. I know you keep all your books just on your side table, but I thought you need an actual one because everyone needs one." Louis rambled as he walked in followed by Roman carrying the bookshelf. "Roman's been carrying it from the car, isn't he so strong?"

"I can take it from there." Harry said with a cold tone that he tried to hide.

Roman shook his head. "Nah, 's fine really. Where do you want it?"

"Just over there is fine." Harry pointed to a random spot and watched as Roman lugged it over there before he came back to where Louis and Harry were standing.

"What were you doing at the shops?" Harry asked, not wanting Louis to leave yet.

"Just buying some new furniture for a few of my guest rooms, I have my sisters visiting in a few weeks so I need to have the room ready for them." Louis explained.

"Actually, I want the shelf over there, it's fine, I'll move it." Harry said, pointing to where he actually wanted the shelf. He walked over and lifted it easily (or he pretended it was easy) and carried it over to the corner.

He turned, hoping Louis or Roman were watching, but they weren't. 

"What are you doing over here? Some sewing?" Roman asked, looking at the sewing machine and the fabrics.

"Good observation." Harry said pointedly. "I have to make the jacket of the costume for one of my students who was a tad bit too tall."

"What's the musical this year?" Louis asked.

"Grease, but my Danny has long arms and needs a custom jacket." Harry chucked, toying with the fabrics.

Louis' eyes lit up, "I was Danny Zuko in my school musical!"

"You were?" Harry questioned.

"Mhm, it was really fun." Louis nodded.

"I'm sure you were, love." Roman said kissing his head. "Want some help with the sewing though? I have decent enough sewing skills."

"Oh sure, I don't really know what I'm doing with any of this to be honest." Harry chuckled. It was a lie, but if Roman was doing the sewing, then he had Louis all to himself.

"I don't mind helping at all." Roman said taking a seat with all the fabric and figuring out the measurements.

"Did either of you need something to eat? Drink?" Harry offered, only really looking at Louis.

"No, we ate before going to the shops at this cute little diner." Louis said with a smile.

"Okay then." Harry said awkwardly, sitting on the couch quietly, and silently cheering when Louis sat beside him.

"Oh, Louis, you should tell Harry what happened at work yesterday." Roman begun the conversation.

"Oh! I was at work and someone else was filming a scene, and it was weird because I was booked to be at that time. I didn't recognize the actors or the director, but the other crew I recognized. My director and people I was working with were all confused at what was going on. Turns out they weren't working with us, they were random people who snuck into set and their friend was their 'director' and the crew just went along with it because they assumed that this was what they were filming that day." Louis spoke animatedly.

"That seems chaotic, no? Did they get in trouble?" Harry asked.

Louis shook his head. "I mean, they got kicked off the set before they could finish, so I assume that was punishment enough. We had to sanitize the whole set afterwards though, so we had to be punished more."

The three men, though Harry wished Roman wasn't there, chatted for a while longer before Roman had finished the jacket. Harry would never admit it, but it looked really good.

"Okay, let's go, love." Louis said grabbing Romans hand and leading him to the door.

"Bye Harry, thanks for having us." Roman said politely.

Harry smiled kindly. "No worries, thanks for the bookshelf and the costume help."

"Anytime." Roman said before Louis playfully tugged him out in the hall dramatically.

Harry shut the door and threw his phone again, as hard as he could at the opposite wall from the door, it didn't break, but he wished it had. 

Chapter Text

What really defines something as perfect?

Is it when someone treats you exactly as you always hoped you'd be treated? When someone listens to you and never pushes you into being uncomfortable? When they aren't demanding or possessive over what you do?

If so, then why doesn't it feel right?

Louis' relationship with Roman has been all he's ever wanted, Roman is perfect in the way Louis always dreamed of. He didn't push Louis too far like past men have, he didn't get jealous over his job, he was patient with him. All things Louis had always hoped for, but here he was, picking at every little minor flaw.

"I don't know Ni, I can't explain it really, he just washes dishes weird." Louis whined as he got dressed in his dressing room.

"What do you mean weird? Like, he doesn't wash them properly?" Niall asked, looking up from his phone to where Louis was putting on a belt.

Louis shook his head. "What the fuck? No! He just washes them, but he like, I dunno, he washes them really gently."

"So, the major problem in your relationship that you needed to talk to me about, was that he's gentle when washing your dishes?" Niall questioned, a little frustrated.

"I guess, but—"

Niall cut him off. "No buts. Are you trying to break up with him or something?"

"No, I was just thinking I might." Louis said sheepishly, not liking the confrontational tone that Niall was using.

"Just because he doesn't wash your dishes roughly?" Niall cocked a brow, not really getting it.

"NO!" Louis shook his head. "It's a few things, really."

"Are they worse than the dishes thing? Honestly Lou, how did you survive two and a half months of dating with him being so gentle with the dishes?" Niall asked sarcastically.

Louis gave him a sad and dramatic pout. "I'm serious!"

"Fine, sorry, tell me more about why you're breaking up with him." Niall apologized

"I mean, when he gets dressed he puts on his socks before his jumper. That's weird right?" Louis asked with a smile, hoping that Niall would side with him.

"Look at yourself mate, you're wearing socks, but not a shirt." Niall pointed out. Louis looked down at his own outfit and frowned, trying to find an excuse.

"That's different, I came to work dressed, and had to get changed, but had to keep my socks." Louis whined to prove his point.

Niall took a deep breath. "Right, anyways, tell me more about this psycho."

"I mean, he—he doesn't get jealous." Louis fumbled the words, looking down at his shoes.

Niall gave an exaggerated gasp. "You mean he respects your boundaries and trusts you?"

"Stop it, Ni." Louis said sadly. "It's like he doesn't care that other people get to have sex with me, and that anyone can see me naked."

"Isn't that a good thing? I mean, you like your job and broke up with Luke because he wasn't okay with it. You were worried that you'd never find anyone who's okay with your job." Niall reasoned, knowing why Louis was trying to break up with his boyfriend, but wanting to say the words.

Louis shook his head. "It's not like that, he doesn't care that I'm a porn actor, he just treats me like a normal person."

"I'm confused why this is all bad." Niall admits, brows furrowing in confusion.

"It isn't, it just isn't right though." Louis huffed out in annoyance.

"Why not?" Niall provoked again.

"It just isn't, can't you understand that?" Louis was whining with anger.

"There's gotta be a reason Louis, you don't break up with someone because they trust and respect you." Niall tried again.

Louis was breaking, slowly, but surely. "I—I don't know why."

"But you do, you do know." Niall was so close.

"I—because I don't love him!" Louis said frustratedly, a tear rolling down his cheek. "It's not fair to him, he loves me, I can't lead him on because I know I can't love him. I don't think I can love anyone."

Niall may have pushed too far. "No, you can love. I've seen it, you love your mum, your sisters, me." Niall said wrapping his arms around Louis securely.

"But I can't love in a romantic way. Roman is perfect, and I can't hold him how he deserves to be held. I can't." Louis says softly, his voice wavering slightly.

"You can, I know you can." Niall says pulling away and wiping the tears from Louis' face softly.

There's a quick knock at the door before it opens. "Hi—oh, Niall, hi. Just here to tell Lou to head to hair and makeup now, they're waiting for you."

"Thanks, Natalie." Niall says kindly as she leaves. He finishes wiping the tears away as Louis puts on his shirt. 

After hair and makeup, Louis wasn't ready to perform, but he knew what he had signed up for. He knew that if he needed a break, he could easily take one, if he needed to stop for the day, it was possible, but a little more difficult. He persevered anyways, being the best 'failing student doing anything to get their marks raised' as he could. 

—♡— 

"Why'd you call us here?" Zayn huffed with annoyance.

"I need to talk to you both about something." Harry explains, pacing back and forth in front of the couch both his friends were sat on.

"Get on with it already." Zayn complained before Liam slapped him in the arm.

"Be nice." To which Zayn glared.

"Okay, this is so weird. I don't know how to go about saying this, but I think I have to or I'm never going to admit it, but I don't really want to admit it, but I think I should." Harry rambled on awkwardly, earning an eye roll from Zayn and a comforting smile from Liam.

With an encouraging nod, Liam was waiting patiently for the news. "Whatever it is, we can help you with it."

Zayn snorted. "No we can't." Liam gave him a stern look. "What? What if he just killed someone, you planning on being an accomplice to his fucking crime?"

Liam rolled his eyes. "Just let him speak."

"Right, I was going to say that I think I'm...bisexual?" Harry said, not sounding too sure of himself. Maybe he got it wrong, he wasn't sure anything anymore.

Zayn just stared, eyes wide and jaw dropped. Meanwhile Liam smiled bigger. "That's wonderful Harry, how did you come to that conclusion?"

"I fucked someone, a guy, a while back. I dunno, really." He mumbled awkwardly.

"We're really proud of you for coming out, Haz." Liam said kindly before slapping Zayn on the arm again.

"Ow, fuck Li. Right, so so proud of you." Zayn said with a thumbs up.

"Tell us more about how you know you're bi." Liam encouraged softly.

Harry coughed awkwardly. "Right, so, I slept with the guy, I started really liking him. I dunno. I'm not really into any other lads besides him, but I'm still into girls. I dunno, he's just got a lovely personality, and he is really nice, and I just didn't think too much of him being a man, I just got so caught up with him as a person I guess."

"So because you're attracted to girls and him, you think you're bi?" Liam questioned kindly.

"Mate, sounds like you're pan." Zayn butted in loudly.

"What? I don't—What does that mean?" He questioned, not really familiar with all these fancy terms for queerness. Other than sleeping with Louis and having two gay best friends, he didn't know much about the queer community and labels and such.

"Pam just means you like the people for who they are before taking into account their gender." Liam explained easily with a shrug.

"I dunno, I will basically any girl that asks. I just care that they are a girl." Harry explained making Liam and Zayn make faces of disgust.

"Well, did you like them?" Liam asked.

Harry shrugged. "I mean, I'm sure they were a good shag."

Zayn scrunched up his face. "Ew, bleh, not what he meant, mate. Did you see them as a potential girlfriend?"

Harry thought for a moment, did he? "I mean, not really. I don't do relationships, I just do the shags."

"Trust me, we know." Liam rolled his eyes.

"Did you think about a relationship with the lad?" Zayn asked, finally asking something useful.

It took a moment for Harry to find the words to explain. "I dunno, it's more like he just inserted himself into my life as if he were my boyfriend, it's weird like that. I never asked him to stop, and we made it pretty clear that we weren't dating."

"But did you want to?" Zayn pressed again.

"I mean, maybe? I don't fucking know, I don't do this sort of thing." Harry huffed, continuing his pacing around the flat.

"Why did it end?" Liam questioned, noticing Harry's use of the past tense.

That was a little complicated. "I mean, it ended like three times. I fucked it up the first two, and the third time we decided we were better off as friends."

"Friends?" Liam questioned to which Harry just responded with a nod.

"How did you fuck it up twice in a row?" Zayn asked with a sharp laugh.

"I treated him wrong, like he was a child, but times." Harry said shortly, hoping not to have to elaborate.

"Do you miss him?" Liam asked.

"Yeah." Harry said without hesitation in his voice. It was painfully obvious to himself that he missed Louis, he really truly did.

"Does he like you?" Zayn asked

Harry shrugged. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? I assume he did, he treated me like a boyfriend."

"Are you going to fix it?" Liam asked, leaving Harry with more questions.

"What do you mean? How do I fix it?" Harry had little experience with other people's romantic feelings, not really sure how he could fix this.

Zayn rolled his eyes like the answer was obvious. "You ask him out you cunt."

"I—I can't. He has a boyfriend." Harry's voice cracked against his will as he spoke. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, he hadn't realized how much Louis' boyfriend had upset him, or how much he liked Louis. 

Liam pulled him onto the couch between him and Zayn, the two friends hugged Harry calmingly, supportively.

"Look at us, just a bunch of queers." Zayn noted unhelpfully, earning a third and tired smack on the arm from Liam and a light chuckle from Harry.

"Despite Zayn's awful words of affirmation, best know that we still love you." Liam said assuringly.

"I know, it'd be pretty hard to rid of you lot." Harry chuckled, still engulfed in the hug from the two of them.

"Who was the guy? The one you're supposedly just friends with now." Zayn questioned.

Harry stiffened, it wasn't that he wasn't expecting that question, it was just that he didn't want to say the answer that was screaming in his head. "I'm afraid I can't tell you."

"Is it who I think it is?" Liam asked.

Harry's head snapped over to look at Liam, confused by the statement. "Who?"

"Yeah, who?" Zayn demanded, just as confused, but also with a touch of hurt.

"You know who, Z. We talked about how weird it was how close Harry and him had gotten." Liam said slowly, trying to get Zayn to latch on to what he was saying, unfortunately it was going slower than it should've.

"I don't re—oh. OH! Ew! You're sleeping with Louis?" Zayn went through approximately thirty emotions in the span of five seconds, impressive really.

"I—What? What did you think was going on between us?" Harry didn't know where to start with his questions.

"We assumed that you were trying to get him to pay your rent or summat." Zayn said, still with a disappointed and disgusted look on his face.

"He has a boyfriend." Liam said, not really to anyone. "He has Roman. You can't ruin that, they're so happy."

"I never said it was Louis." Harry said defensively.

"You would've denied it sooner if it wasn't." Zayn noted observantly.

"How did that start? What?" Liam was so confused by the whole situation. 

"I don't know. He was drunk, I was drunk, he slept over one time. I let him blow me, a hole's a hole, you know?" Harry said uncomfortably.

Liam let out a sigh of relief. "So you didn't sleep with him."

Harry shook his head lowly. "No, I fucked him. A lot. A lot of times."

"But, no! Louis' so innocent! You promised you'd stop taking people's virginities." Liam confronted him

"He wasn't a virgin, Li. He's a fucking pornstar." Zayn smirked widely.

Liam's head snapped between Zayn and Harry, not really sure who to look at. "What do you mean? What? It's Louis, he's just a kid—you treated him like a child?"

Harry had no words, unhelpfully Zayn had words. "Yeah, he's a proper kid pornstar." Zayn pulled up a video of Louis getting railed against the wall by a police officer.

Liam shielded his eyes, not wanting to see all that. "But he's still a child. I—this is awful."

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned as he snatched Zayn's phone and threw it across the room.

"You hooked up with someone in the friend group. That messes with the dynamic. This is why you can't fuck people in the friend group." Liam said sternly, Zayn shrunk a little.

"Okay, first, he was only in the friend group a week before I fucked him. And he was really just your friend." Harry defended his actions.

Liam shook his head. "But you let him into the friend group. He's been going to Friday night drinks with Niall for months."

"You're allowed to fuck people in the friend group, Li. You should really try it, I see how you and Zayn are always drooling over each other." Harry snapped a little harshly.

Liam was taken back by that, his eyes briefly meeting Zayn's before going back to Harry. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please, anyone with eyes can see that you two were meant to be together." Harry scoffed.

They exchange glances, unsure where to go from here. "That's beside the point, Harry."

"Mm, not really. Okay? And it doesn't matter anymore, I'm not gonna fuck him anymore." Harry scoffed to cover the tremor in his voice.

"But what if he was the one?" Zayn questions.

That was a surprise coming from Zayn, typically he was the one to suggest one night stands and leaving after sex without calling. Zayn never ever mentioned anything about finding 'the one', it was a common theme in there friend group for years that none of them were looking for a soulmate, just someone to have temporarily. This whole concept of finding that one person that you instantly click with, that you fall head over heels for, it was foreign to all three of them.

Yet somehow they all knew what it felt like.

"Well, then it's too fucking late." Harry shrugged easily.

"It's not too late, you can tell him how you feel." Liam suggested, unsure how to really help him.

Harry shook his head. "I was going to on Valentine's Day, bought him a bear and everything, and that's when he said we'd be better off as friends."

"He friendzoned you after you laid your heart out? Shit, that's why you should never do relationships." Zayn chuckled a little, earning a glare from Harry and a hurt look from Liam.

"No, he—I didn't get a chance to tell him. He was at my flat all day when I was at work, I came home with the bear in a bag, before I could give it to him he called it quits. I gave him the bear as he left. It's fine." Harry explained, trying to hide the embarrassing fact that his eyes were watering (due to the humidity).

"I'm so sorry mate." Liam said squeezing his shoulder supportively.

"I'm not." Zayn said bluntly. "You didn't tell him. You're here acting like you laid your heart out and gave it your best shot, but you didn't."

"It's too late now anyways." Harry shook his head. "He has Roman, they're in love, they're happy."

—♡— 

"I did it." Louis said quietly and cryptically through the phone.

"Did what?" Niall's mouth was full of food.

"What are you eating?" Louis asked, avoiding the topic.

"Amelia made spaghetti, meatballs and garlic toast. Fantastic as always." Niall said brightly.

"Are you on a date right now?" 

The chewing finally paused. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I can go, I just—"

"No, it's fine. What's going on Lou? Are you okay? Do you need me to pick you up?" Niall asked, concern growing with each word.

Louis shook his head, knowing full well that Niall couldn't see him, he was just trying to work up the courage to speak. "No." He managed with a squeak.

"Louis William Tomlinson, I'm coming to get you, where are you?" Niall asked, Louis could hear him moving around on his end of the phone.

"Home." Louis answered smally.

Niall took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll be right there."

"No." Louis said with a small whine. "I don't want to ruin your date."

"It's no bother. And either I come with Amelia to see you, or I go by myself." Niall responded.

"I don't have to come if he doesn't want." Louis could hear in the background.

"She can come." Louis said softly, wondering whether or not Niall heard it.

That question was answered quickly after a deep breath. "We'll be there in five."

Louis hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, staying in his protective state. He was sitting in the corner of his room, next to a basket of stuffed animals, in the dark, with the stars on the ceiling glowing bright. He had his knees tucked up to his chest, tears streaming down his face, wearing his biggest hoodie and comfy shorts, burying his face in the material of the hoodie.

He was unclear how much time had passed before he heard the sound of the keypad on the door beeping, and then the door swing open with an urgent *bang*.

"LOU!" Niall called out, his voice shaking with concern.

Louis tried to answer, he really did, but he couldn't.

He heard two pairs of footsteps running through the house, opening doors and slamming them while calling out his name. The noises got closer and Louis curled in on himself tighter, almost like he didn't want to be found.

The door swung open, he couldn't see it properly since the bed was in the way, he heard the door start to close before he was spotted.

"Ni! He's in here, help!" Amelia called out for her boyfriend. Louis wondered if Niall ever told her the truth about their jobs, he didn't think it was right that after three months Niall was keeping things from her.

All that thinking was clouding his mind to the point that he didn't notice Niall come in and wrap his arms around him. He didn't even notice how his sobs grew louder as Niall held him tight and his tears soaked through Niall's nice shirt.

When he finally stopped crying Niall had helped him up onto the bed and Amelia had made him tea.

"Can you tell me what happened? Are you okay? Did someone try to hurt you?" Niall asked, his training as an intimacy coordinator really kicking in there.

"I broke up with Roman." Louis said in a soft whisper, if it hadn't been dead silent in the room you wouldn't have heard it.

"Did he take it alright? Did he hurt you? Are you safe?" Niall questioned, earning a concerned look from Amelia who was stood by the door, wondering if she was allowed in.

Louis shook his head. "No, he didn't hurt me. He took it fine. But I hurt him. I hurt his feelings."

"To be fair, it's been a week since you admitted you weren't in love with him. It would've hurt him more if you waited too long." Niall suggested, running his hand through Louis' hair.

"But maybe I could've loved him. Maybe I didn't wait long enough. Maybe I was in love and I just didn't know what it felt like. Maybe that was the closest to love I'll ever get?" Louis whined, putting his theories out in the open.

"No, you'll know when you're in love. You are so capable of love, but between you picking the wrong people, and your line of work, I'd say nothing is your fault. You'll find love, I know it." Niall said comfortingly, it was the best he could do.

Niall stayed with him, combing his fingers through Louis' hair until Louis fell asleep. He threw the blanket over him and left, quietly shutting the door behind him and finding Amelia washing Louis' dishes.

"You don't have to do that, he has a cleaner." Niall said softly, not wanting to speak too loud and wake up Louis.

Amelia just nodded and continued because Louis didn't use a lot of dishes when he lived alone and ordered takeaway often. "I don't mind."

Niall sat on Louis' couch, turning the telly on to something just to have in the background, quiet voices spilling out of the speakers. 

"You take good care of him, you're a good friend." Amelia said sitting with him.

"It's the least I can do, I've known him since he was sixteen, I feel like I have to take him under my wing." Niall said truthfully.

She nodded. "What did you mean when you said that it wasn't his fault, but it was his line of work?"

Niall froze, this was not the conversation he wanted to have after dealing with Louis' breakup, but he knew it was an inevitable situation. "I lied to you."

Amelia gave him a weird look. "Great way to start this, but what?"

"I lied, I don't have a fancy office job, Louis' not an intern." Niall explained.

"I kinda gathered that from this mansion." She motioned to her surroundings.

Niall nodded awkwardly. "Right, so Louis is actually sort of famous."

She furrowed her brows as she waited for Niall to continue.

"He's a porn star." Niall said as soft as he could. "Sorry, porn actor, he hates when people call him a star."

"Oh, okay. Um, how do you know him then?" She asked, worry showing on her face.

"I um, I work with him." Niall blushed at the confession, not sensing that he should've clarified more.

"You work with him. In porn?" She asked to clarify.

Niall nodded. "Yeah, I didn't know he was sixteen when he first started, he lied about his age to say he was eighteen, only found out this year."

"So... does that mean you're bi or something?" Amelia asked, looking for confirmation of her theory right now.

"Why does everyone think I'm gay or something? All my coworkers too. It's like straight lads can't work in gay porn." Niall huffed teasingly, but that only confused Amelia further.

She tiled her head. "So then why does everyone you work in gay porn?" She whispered the last word as if it were taboo.

"It pays more." Niall simply stated. "I mean, i used to work in straight porn, but they needed people for gay porn, and it paid more so I took the job."

"Oh, okay, that's how you met Louis. This isn't weird for me at all." She said with a tight laugh.

"Yeah, the second I walked on set and saw him I knew he looked too young, didn't think anything of it because everyone said he was eighteen." Niall reminisced about his times with Louis.

Amelia nodded curtly. "Well, as long as you're both being safe I guess."

"Very safe, he's very safe. At least I hope so or I'm not doing my job right." Niall chuckled as Amelia winced a little. "Well, Louis prefers it a little more on the dangerous side, so I have to reel him in sometimes because he's often the one to push others too far."

She took a sharp breath. "At least he has a good friend looking out for him?"

"I mean, my whole role as the intimacy coordinator is to make sure everyone is comfortable with everything happening in each scene, so I'm always keeping an eye on him."

"OH! You're the intimacy coordinator?" She said happily.

Niall furrowed a brow. "Yeah, did I not mention that?" She shook her head. "Oh, what did you think I was talking about then?"

She shrunk a little shyly. "I thought you were an actor."

"Oh ew, no! I could never do gay sex. Too straight." Niall said kissing her on the cheek.

"So why did you lie to me?" She questioned.

"I just—lots of girls have dumped me after finding out that I work in porn, let alone gay porn. I really like you and I wanted you to stay. I know it is shitty to lie, but I really am sorry." Niall confessed honestly.

"It's fine really, I mean, it's a living. It is weird, but that's fine, we're all a little weird, you especially." She smiled brightly, and Niall was so glad he found her.

—♡— 

The next night they were out for Friday night drinks, sitting in their corner booth, chatting animatedly until Niall came up.

"Niall!" Liam said cheerfully, and clearly drunk on what seemed to be his fourth drink. "Cheer up Harry, he's not drinking 'cause he's depressed."

Niall swiftly kicked him in the balls. "Happier now?"

Harry rolled his eyes. 

"Where's Louis?" Zayn asked, noticing the missing lad in the bunch.

"Uh, he can't make it this week, he's going through a breakup, just happened last night." Niall scratched the back of his neck, wondering if Louis would've wanted him to tell them.

"Aw, what happened to the little hedgehog?" Zayn slurred a little drunkenly.

Niall shrugged. "He wasn't in love, so he didn't want to lead Roman on any longer."

"Oh, 's too bad. I liked Roman." Liam pouted dramatically.

Harry was silent during all of this, really weighing his options when Zayn leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Go for it."

While Zayn was probably drunk enough to forget the whole month of April, he somehow knew what Harry was thinking about. Liam on the other hand, was stealing Zayn's drink and finishing it while he wasn't looking.

Harry took a deep breath, knowing this was a stupid idea, but he stood up anyways.

"Where you going?" Niall questioned with a curious look on his face.

"I—I dunno. I'm going home?" Harry may have lied, but he wasn't sure. Maybe he was going home, to his home, but maybe his home wasn't a place.

As Harry made his way to the exit he heard Liam's voice. "Don't forget to say you love him!"

The Uber ride was the longest moment of his life, so painfully boring that at a red light he hopped out of the car and ran the rest of the way. He knocked frantically on Louis' door, hoping that Louis was home and didn't hate him right now.

The early May weather had warmed the air, but it was still brisk at night with the breeze that blew through Harry's curls. He debated turning around and going home, pretending he wasn't there like an idiot, and then his eyes fell to the doorbell camera that totally witnessed this painful rejection.

He accepted defeat and was turning to leave when he heard the door unlock and it creak open to reveal Louis in an oversized hoodie that covered whatever he was wearing on the bottom.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Louis asked, his voice raw and quiet.

Harry got lost in his eyes for a second before snapping back to reality. "I—um. I wanted to tell you that I'm not straight."

Louis smiled softly, almost apologetically. "That's wonderful Harry."

"I actually wasn't finished." Harry said awkwardly and Louis gave him room to fill the silence. "I don't know what happened, but since January, you're just about all I can think about, which is totally insane. I just—fuck. I—ugh."

"What's wrong?" Louis asked scrunching his brows making him look softer than he was.

"I—" Harry tried to speak again, but he couldn't find the words. "Fuck it."

He leaned forwards at the smaller boy, cupping his jaw with one hand and his other hand finding his waist as he pressed their lips together. It didn't take Louis more than half a millisecond to respond and kiss him back. Not needy and desperate, honest and careful, like it was something worth protecting.

Louis' hands pulled at Harry's clothes, wanting him as close as possible, not wanting to let go. And Harry didn't want his hands to ever leave Louis' body, wanting him all to himself right then and there, he wanted the whole world to know that Louis was his.

When they pulled apart, their panting was in sync, and it wasn't long before they both broke out in nervous giggles, uncontrollable and genuine, like nothing either of them had ever experienced properly. It was imperfectly perfect.

Chapter Text

"Yesyesyes, right there! Oh god, Daddy!" Louis cried out into the air, loving every moment of his life right now.

Harry gripped him tighter, Louis' feet interlocking behind Harry's head as Harry moved faster and leaned down to kiss him, bending Louis in half.

Louis pulled away from Harry's kiss to moan loudly at the pain of being bent in half, and from the pleasure of being absolutely fucked by Harry. Harry took the opportunity to suck hickeys onto Louis' chest and collarbones as he writhed beneath him.

"Keep going, fuck, 'm gonna come, please Daddy." Louis moaned out throwing his head back again as pleasure over took him and warm come was released between them. Harry removed his lips from Louis' body and turned him over, holding just Louis' arse up as Louis lost all movement of the rest of his body. "Doing so fucking good baby. So good."

Louis loved praise, but his mind just couldn't grasp the fact that Harry had made him come three times that night already, he was so out of it. "Love being good for you."

Hands tightened around his waist and movements sped up, but Louis was so worn out he just liked being used when he was in this state, pushed around, positioned, manhandled, it was a glorious feeling the way Harry held him up just for his own pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna come." He moaned out and Louis did everything in his power to help him, clenching, moaning louder, trying to hold himself up. And only a few thrusts later Harry was spilling into him with a loud groan that could've shaken the walls.

"Was that good Daddy?" Louis asked feeling all bubbly and airy.

He wasn't sure if his eyes were open or closed, but he felt Harry wiping them both off before picking him up and walking them to Louis' bedroom. "You continue to amaze me my darling."

A smile and shy blush appeared on Louis' cheeks as he buried himself in the pillow and blanket. "Thank you."

The next morning Louis woke up at the shifting of the bed.

Harry noticed Louis' open eyes. "Go back to bed Blue, I'm going to work, you don't have to be up for a little longer."

"But I don't want you to go." Louis pouted with his eyes half closed and sleepy.

"Unfortunately it doesn't work like that for the working class, baby." Harry chuckled. "I've gotta job, I'll be home at half five, and I'll make you dinner. How's that?"

Louis groaned dramatically and flopped over in the bed to where Harry's warmth lingered in the sheets. "Fine, bring home ice cream though."

Harry smiled a pressed a kiss to Louis' shoulder. "Bye love, have fun at work—not too much fun." Harry shook his head, trying to forget what Louis would be doing while he was off teaching incompetent teenagers how to show emotion with their voices.

Louis probably would've said something, but his soft breathing filled the room and Harry knew there was no point in waking him again, so he grabbed his stuff and left. Him and Louis have been dating for a week now, and everything has been bloody fantastic. They spent their week together going back and forth between their houses, both had their perks. Harry's studio flat is small and was basically one big room, everything was nearby, it was cozy, it was easy to live there. Louis' house is fucking huge, so many different rooms to fuck in, it got professionally cleaned once a week, and it had numerous beds (they could have sex in one and if they were too tired to clean, they could leave it and go to Louis' bedroom).

The major downside that Harry came across while dating Louis, was his job. To put it simply, Harry hated it. He hated that he wasn't the only one who got to touch his baby like that, he wasn't the only one who got to see his love like that, he wasn't the only one who got to hear his blue like that. 

It was pure possessiveness, and jealousy, that caused his hatred of Louis' job. 

Harry knew that Louis had broken up with Luke because Luke got jealous about Louis' job, and Harry couldn't risk throwing this away because of that, it was too good to ruin over something so petty and teenager-y. 

Luckily in the week that they were together, Louis only had one shoot day scheduled, he didn't tell Harry about it until afterwards when Harry saw the hickeys all over him, Harry was sort of glad Louis didn't tell him because then he wasn't thinking about it at school, but he also wanted to know when Louis would be getting fucked by some random porn guy. Louis promised that night that he'd always tell Harry when he was scheduled to work, which past Harry was satisfied with, present Harry not so much.

Present Harry was sitting in a chair going over the sound cues for the millionth time. "Ryan can you just—just go sit over there."

"Where?" He asked dumbly, not catching on to Harry's restless attitude.

Harry dragged his hands over his face. "Out in the hall, just take a seat out there on the floor, come back in twenty minutes."

He left the theatre and it was pure silence for three seconds. "Mr. Styles, how will I know when twenty minutes is up?"

"You have a phone, use it for goodness sake." Ryan was really testing Harry's patience today. Right now his boyfriend was getting fucked by someone else, while others watched and filmed, and soon it will be posted online for the world to see, and so naturally the universe also had to add in Ryan being a little shit.

"Mr. Styles, are you okay?" Daria asked, always trying to suck up to him for a better grade.

"Daria, we are trying to run through this scene, so if you could please stay in your spot and be quiet that would be helpful." He said as nicely as he could, but it came off quite cold.

The students all seemed shocked and timid about his behaviour, Harry was typically a fun teacher, someone that the students loved to tease because he went along with it with a funny joke and a dimpled smile, but today he was mean.

"Let's just go to the next scene since Ryan isn't here." Harry said after taking a calming breath, trying to forget anything happening outside the theatre.

"I could go get Ryan for you, Mr. Styles." Farrah offered.

Harry's eyes widened. "NO! Ahem, I mean, it's okay we can just do the next one without him."

The students took their places, but there was someone missing. "Mr. Styles, Maya is late. You said that the next person to be late to rehearsal will get one of their lines cut." Daria called over to him. "Maya is one of the main actors, I think that it should be a harsher consequence on the lead actors, no?"

"Thanks for the input and the tattling, but it is my discretion." Harry wanted the ceiling to cave in on him. "Does anyone know where Maya is?"

Everyone just looked at each other, no one seemed to know. Harry wasn't surprised, Maya didn't really have many friends, she was one of his favourites, but right now he fucking wished she wasn't so quiet and shy so someone might know where she is.

There was an awkward cough. "Uh, I think she's not here today." Someone said from backstage, Harry couldn't see who, but he was grateful.

"You think or you know?" Harry questioned as Jacob stepped out from backstage.

"She broke her arm last night, she's at the hospital." Jacob explained with a slight redness forming on his cheeks.

What a perfect day Harry is having, why couldn't he be the one in the hospital?

"Do you know when she'll be back? Will she be able to even be in the musical?" Harry questioned.

Jacob shrugged and looked to the ground. "How should I know?"

"How did she break her arm?" Harry asked, trying to find his will to live.

"Oh, I—she was learning how to skateboard?" He said unconfidently.

"Is it a bad break?" Harry needed Maya, although she wasn't the lead, she had a pretty important part.

"How should I know?" Jacob flushed at the attention of the whole cast on him.

"Because you're fucking her." It slipped out of Harry's mouth. He shouldn't have said it. He really shouldn't have said it. He regrets it. 

No one in the room knew how to respond. It was pretty obvious Jacob and Maya were fucking, she probably broke her arm on his skateboard. They were always near each other, or just looking at each other, sitting next to one another sharing small touches. Pathetic.

"I know it hasn't been twenty minutes yet, but Principal Cowell is totally fucking with me." Ryan burst back into the room, not sensing the awkward silence of the whole cast staring between Harry and Jacob.

"Fucking Simon." Harry said under his breath, hating his boss a lot right now for bringing Ryan back into his presence.

The rest of the day went just about as smoothly as that did, Harry being strangely cold and snappy, the word spread fast throughout the students to be careful with him today.

After school his plan to rush home and cook dinner for his perfect boyfriend and ignore what both of them did all day today, was interrupted by a knock on the theatre doors. Before he could respond, the door opened anyways.

"Ah, Simon." Harry put on his best fake smile as he go up and walked over to him.

"Harry, please, let's sit." Simon said motioning to where Harry was sat, and he took the opposite seat.

Harry furrowed his brows. "Is there something I did wrong?"

"Oh goodness no, I've just come to say it's about time, that." Simon smiled.

That just left Harry more confused, he didn't know where to go from here. "You'll have to forgive me, but I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"You've worked here for a couple years, it always takes the new teachers a few years to finally start being strict with their students. It's like they're too worried about the students liking them, but they always eventually learn that they are the adults here." Simon chuckled.

Harry always promised himself that he wouldn't become one of those teachers he hated when he was younger, and today he had become just that. He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm just having a rough day, I haven't gone strict."

Simon chuckled. "Right, we'll see about that on Monday. Have a good weekend, then."

Harry watched him leave, as soon as the theatre doors clicked shit he rushed to pack up his things and race back to Louis' house, windows down in his battered up car, warm air pooling in. He was restless for Louis' to get home, cooking dinner to fill the silence, some shepherds pie, and just as he is taking it out of the oven, Louis is walking through the front door.

"Hello love." Louis smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Blue," Harry greeted. "How was your day?" He forgot that he didn't want the answer, he's just used to always wanting to know about Louis' day.

"It was fine, but better now that I'm home." Louis smiled so bright it could be seen from Neptune.

"Aw, thanks baby." Harry kissed his hair.

Louis' feigned worry. "Oh, I was talking about the shepherds pie."

"Cheeky one, you are." Harry teased and ruffled Louis' hair.

Louis shrugged. "Hungry one, I am."

They ate and Harry complained about his students, and told Louis about how he told the whole cast that Jacob was having sex with Maya.

"Shit, you swore in front of them? My teachers never swore." Louis said, completely shocked.

"To be fair love, you did online school for the final years of schooling." Harry reminded.

"I know, but it still seems wrong to me." Louis scrunched his nose. "You're like a rebel teacher, I'd love to be in your class."

Harry smirked and raised a brow. "Really?"

Louis snorted and begun speaking in a dramatically sultry voice, "Sorry, Mr. Styles... I missed the assignment is there anything I can do to... make it up to you?"

Harry laughed along with him, though it did make his dick twitch a little. "I'd hate to have you in my class, I'd be too distracted by your arse."

Louis hummed and nodded like it was a good point. "I mean, it is a good arse."

"I mean, these kids are so young, they shouldn't be having sex with each other yet." Harry went on. "Like, wait at least until you find someone good, he's not even that good looking for a teenager, all pimply and gross. They should've waited until they weren't so young, cause when you're young you're just so desperate for anything, you won't know if it's good and then you just because defined as a whore."

"How young?" Louis asked with another bite.

Harry thought for a moment. "Those two are in year ten? I believe."

Louis went quiet, awkwardly quiet. Then Harry realized his mistake, but it was too late.

"I mean, it's not too young, it's fine." Harry said quickly, just trying to fix it.

"Haz, it's—it's fine." Louis said poking his food, but not looking up at him.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I said, I didn't mean it." Harry tried desperately to backtrack.

"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it." Louis said.

"Blue, I—"

Louis shook his head. "No, it's alright. You know that I left school in year ten to move to London and become a porn actor, I'm not ashamed of it."

"I know, but what I said crossed a line." Harry said standing and taking Louis hand to get him to stand. He pressed a quick kiss to his nose, then to his forehead, then to his cheek until Louis smiled. Them he kissed his smile, pulling Louis as close as he could so that he could show Louis how sorry he was.

"I'm sorry, baby." He mumbled against Louis' lips before deepening the kiss again. "Let me make it up to you."

Harry's hands wandered Louis' body as he moved his lips to Louis' neck to suck a bruise there. "Oh, Hazza. Not tonight, after work today, I can't do that, I'm sorry." Louis managed when Harry nudged his thigh against Louis' crotch.

He backed off, giving Louis some space, not wanting to think about Louis at work any longer than he had to, because despite everything in him telling his brain to chill out, he was jealous and possessive at heart.

He didn't think of it again until they were getting ready for bed and Louis pulled off his clothes to go to bed. Harry saw it. He saw all of it. The hickeys and finger bruises and the unmistakeable redness of a handprint on Louis' arse.

"You 'right?" Louis asked as he threw a shirt over himself and crawled into bed.

Harry tried his best not to let anything show, afraid his jealousy might run Louis away. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just tired I think."

"Then come cuddle me in bed." Louis said reaching up for him with grabby hands. 

Harry settled next to him and Louis rested his head on Harry's bare chest humming contently in the dark room.

"Do you ever think about retiring?" Harry's hands asked randomly, curious as to see Louis' reaction.

"Um, not really. 'M only nineteen so I think I'd like to work a little longer." Louis said uncomfortably.

"I know, but I mean, you have enough money to retire and live off royalties." Harry mentioned as he felt Louis tense on top of him.

"Are you thinking about retiring?" Louis asked softly.

"I mean, I hate my boss, but I love teaching so i don't think I'd retire until I'm old and grey." Harry chuckled lightly as Louis shifted on his chest.

"You want me to retire." He didn't ask, he said it, like he knew it for a fact. 

Harry was quick to squeeze his boyfriend tight. "No! God no, I don't want you to retire." He was lying through his teeth.

"Then why'd you bring up retirement?" He accused, knowing Harry too well. "Do you not like that I'm a porn actor?"

"Honey no, I love it. I was merely curious. I didn't mean to upset you, darling, I was just wondering about how retirement works in your profession, cause clearly you can't work as long as the average person." Harry was trying to fix his mistakes.

"What do you mean by that?" Louis sat up and reached for the lamp next to his bed. He looked angry, Harry had made him angry.

Harry tried to collect his thoughts, but it was all just jealousy and sleepiness. "I just mean that as you get older there'll be less of a need for you. Not saying that there won't be work for you, but I just think that the main demographic will want to see younger actors."

"But there's still a market for older people, d'you know how much I make off of those videos where I have sex with like, really, old men? It's a big number, I'll tell you that much, Harry." Louis was getting more upset.

Harry knew he should stop talking, and for once his mouth actually listened to his brain. Unfortunately it was not great timing because Louis stormed out of his bedroom and Harry couldn't find the words to stop him. He followed after him, tripping on his own two feet as he chased Louis through the dark corridors of the home.

Louis was yelling as he stormed around the dimly lit house. "You want me to retire, that's completely fine! I'll just do whatever you say, I guess that's just how it is now! You don't like my bloody job, so naturally I'll pick the man I've only been dating for a week, the man I've only known since January, over the career that I've built. How foolish of me!"

"That's not what I meant, Blue. I was just tired after wor—"

Louis snapped and faced him, neither one could see each other's faces, but Harry couldn't find feel the anger radiating off of Louis. "YOU! You don't get to call me that, that name is a pathetic excuse at an attempt to soothe me because I'm too erratic for you? If you hate my job then you hate me, and if you hate me then I don't know why you're still here!"

"I'm here because I love you!" Harry yelled back.

"Well love means nothing if you hate me!" Louis said louder, with a slight whine in his voice.

"I don't hate you, I could never hate you." Harry reassured, but he knew that it was gonna take more than that to fix this. "I don't hate your job, there's nothing about you that I hate. I'm a little irritated with you right now, but I don't hate you."

"Then what is it Harry. You want me to retire because you love my job?" Louis was sassy today, he continued storming around the house and into the kitchen, Harry not far behind him.

Harry sped up to be able to grab his boyfriend my the waist and spun him around to get this game of cat and mouse to end. "I'll admit, I'm not the most fond of your job."

Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Really, you've hidden it so well."

"And while I don't adore it, I respect it. I respect that you love it, I respect that it is something that makes you happy, I very much respect that it has opened so many doors for you monetarily speaking. I don't think I could ever say I completely 100% love that you work in the porn industry, but I love that it makes you happy." Harry explained, the kitchen not lighting up their surroundings anymore.

"Why?" Louis' voice cracked slightly as he was held still and could feel Harry's shallow breaths hitting his face.

"Hm?" Harry didn't know what he was asking about, he just stood there, his hands still on Louis' waist as he stared into the darkness where the kitchen outlined Louis' face.

"Why don't you like my job?"

Harry squeezed his hands tightly around Louis' waist so he wouldn't scurry away as he thought. "I—All my life 've been very... possessive? If there was something I liked, I never let it get away, even if it didn't belong to me, it was mine. I'd watch it, waiting for someone to look the other way so I could steal it the second they weren't paying attention. I never let my older sister take any of my things, it was mine and no one else's. I guess I never grew out of that, I want no one else to have you, I'm not patient, I'm jealous and I'm possessive."

"Oh." Louis said softly, he recalled a few times that Harry had seemed a little jealous, but he always brushed it off because he knew he could never have a boyfriend who was jealous at heart, it didn't work with someone in his profession.

"I'm desperately trying to work on it, I don't want to lose you because I was being so immature." Harry said firmly and with complete honesty.

He could hear the smirk growing on Louis' face and sighed loudly and threw his head back to hide his own smile.

"So, what you're saying is you were acting... childish?" Louis said with a cocky lilt.

It took Harry a second to respond, so Louis just revelled in the warm grasp of Harry's hands and how his fingers twitched around his waist as he thought. "Yes."

"I think we should talk, Harry." Louis said kindly, taking Harry's hands off his waist and taking one in his hand instead, leading them to the living room. Louis didn't turn on the light, but he lit a candle that filled the room with a soft glow and lit up their faces in an orangey hue.

Harry was worried, the words "we should talk" never ended well for him, granted he was always the one saying that after a one night stand thought that it was more than what it was, but still this seemed bad.

"Calm your thoughts Harold, I can practically see your brain working overtime to produce that many thoughts." Louis giggled as he hugged a pillow to his chest as he curled up on the couch facing Harry.

"Sorry, just a little worried here." Harry sighed, focusing on Louis' soft smile and the sweet scent of lemons filling the room from the candle.

"Don't worry, it's nothing scary, just a talk and then a small exorcism." Louis teased lightly making Harry roll his eyes. 

"So, we need to talk?" Harry wanted to get this talk over with, he needed to know if he just got dumped for the first time ever and has to disappear without a trace, or not.

"Right... You know why Luke and I broke up. He didn't like that I did porn, which it completely fine, I get it, but his jealousy was too much and I couldn't take it anymore." Louis hugged the pillow even tighter to his chest. "He got mean and scary, and it took all of me to let go of him, and it left none of me to get over him. It took time until I felt good enough to even try again with relationships and Roman just fell into my lap and he was spectacular. I just couldn't love him and I don't know why. And here you are, and it's just reminding me of those first few months with Luke, and I know how that ended and it's scaring me."

Harry watched as tears welled in his boyfriends' eyes, wishing he knew the right answer to stop them.

"And I know that you're a good guy, at least I'm believing it, but I thought the same about Roman. As much as I trust you won't hurt me like he did, I can't be all in this if I think there's a chance that you might hurt me like he did all the time. I really like you Harry, but I can't go through all that again and make it out alive. I know you'd never lay a hand on me in that way, but how can I know that for sure in a years time. It took him only a few months of building tension and jealousy before he snapped, I can't be with someone who gets jealous like that." 

The way Louis spoke of Luke made Harry's fists clench, unfortunately Louis' say the whitening of his knuckles and shifted away from Harry with a sharp breath.

"Baby, he's a fucking dick. I'll do anything to help you believe that I won't become like him. I don't think I could fathom hurting you, not even emotionally, it would break me too much. I hate this right now, I don't want you to ever be afraid of me. I want you to know that I really am trying my hardest to overcome this childish jealousy." Harry said reaching out for Louis' hand.

Louis tentatively took his hand, still holding the pillow close with his other hand. Harry pulled him closer on the couch making Louis giggle softly as he laid the pillow on Harry's lap before resting his head atop the pillow, Harry's arm wrapping around him protectively.

"I don't want to be jealous. I want you to feel safe around me like I feel with you. I don't want to ever hurt you in any way, let me know if I ever am, okay?" Harry said slowly, wanting to make sure he was clear.

"I mean, I like rough sex, so I hope you aren't too vanilla going forward." Louis chuckled to ease the tension as Harry rolled his eyes and ruffled Louis' hair.

"Sex crazed manic." Was mumbled under Harry's breath. "I promise I won't be too vanilla during sex, but that's the only time I'd even think about hurting you."

Louis laughed as he looked up at Harry, his fond smile fading to worry. "Is there anything I could change about myself that would make you less jealous?"

Harry thought for a moment but sighed as he shook his head. "The only thing is to be less perfect, but I don't think you could even do that."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Louis said blushing as he buried his face into a pillow. "What about past girlfriends, did you get jealous with them? How'd you fix it then?"

Harry faltered for a moment as he tried to find words. "I—'ve never had a girlfriend before you, oh sorry, a relationship."

Louis gave him a disbelieving look. "Really? But you're hot."

"Thanks, Blue, but yeah never had a girlfriend. I mean, in year 10 I went on a date with this girl Sam, but she left early because she said I was too much of an Aquarius for her." Harry said uncomfortably.

"Oh you're an Aquarius? I—I have to go... um, it was nice meeting ya." Louis said moving to sit up.

Harry held his arm around Louis tighter as Louis giggled. He started tickling him as revenge for joking around when Harry was trying to be vulnerable. 

"Ah! Haz, stop!" He squealed with a bright smile on his face as he wiggled and writhed around on the couch.

Harry's hands stopped moving. "Say you're sorry."

"Or what?" Louis tested the limits.

"Or I keep tickling you until you piss." Harry warned with a slight squeeze to Louis' side to make him squeal a little more.

"Fine! I'm sorry!" Louis said through laughter. "Just surprised you never had a girlfriend." 

"I mean, I've hooked up, but I've never proper dated anyone. 'S like deep down I knew that I would be too jealous and possessive to actually be able to get someone to stay." Harry admitted making Louis' giggly demeanour fall to a more serious one.

"Hazza, I know you're trying, but if there's anything I could do to show you there's nothing to be jealous over. I'll suck you off every night?" Louis offered with big innocent eyes that made Harry doubt Louis was even real.

Harry chuckled lowly. "I don't need that, baby. I just wish there was a way for everyone to know you're mine."

"Unless you want to quit your job and become a porn actor, 'm not sure what we could do." Louis teased.

"Oh, so you can tease about me quitting and I can't?" Harry questioned with a playful grin so Louis would know he was only teasing.

"Because I love that you're a teacher. Makes it fun to roleplay." Louis said with a bright smile, like a kid who just won a bear at a carnival.

"Right," Harry chuckled. "But honestly though, do you ever think about retiring? Not now, but like, do you have a goal? Like once you reach 10 million followers, or 1000 videos? Or like once you reach a certain age?"

"I dunno, I used to tell myself that once I got married I'd probably stop, but that was when i was with Luke and I think he led me to believe that I had to stop eventually and live a more serious life. After him I looked for someone I could see a future with while still maintaining my career. I think I'd have to wait and see, because working in porn while married seems simple, but then if I have kids then I start to feel iffy. So maybe once I have kids?" Louis offered.

"You want kids?" Harry asked, running his hands through Louis' hair.

"I mean, I dunno. I feel weird about it. I want kids, but I don't, you know? I don't know if I should, I don't think I can raise them properly since I basically dropped out of school to become a porn actor." Louis chuckled.

"Just because you're a porn actor doesn't mean you're not qualified to raise children. In fact, I think you'd be splendid at it, I don't think you should let your predetermined outlook on what a porn actor is interfere with what you want your left to be." Harry said, making sure Louis looked in his eyes as he spoke.

"Dammit." Louis sighed dramatically.

"What now?" Harry laughed.

"Now you know that I'll quit if I have kids, you'll try and knock me up!" Louis flailed theatrically across Harry's lap with a smile that he couldn't hide.

"If only." Harry leant down and kissed his nose.

Louis pouted. "If you're gonna lean all that way, kiss me proper." He demanded.

"Alright, my pretty Blue." Harry smiled as he cradled Louis head carefully as he placed a lasting kiss to his lips. "Can we go to bed now?"

"Yeah, just promise me you'll let me know if my job gets too much for you?" Louis said looking up with sad eyes, silently wishing, praying, it never would be too much for Harry, he really liked him.

"If I admit it, does that mean it's over?" Harry asked softly.

Louis blinked back tears. "I think so."

"Then how could I ever say it's too much?"

"I don't want you to hurt because you want to stay, that would hurt me too eventually. You'd grow resentful of me and my job. I can't let that happen. You have to promise me that you'll say." Louis pleaded, knowing how hard it would be for Harry to say.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to make that promise. "I promise that I'll try. I don't know if I can, but I'll try."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"I don't want to hurt you over something I love."

Chapter Text

They sat in a coffee shop to get a break from the unusual London heat.

"I'm happy that you're doing well, Boobear."

Louis smiled into his tea to hide the blush. "Thanks mum, I think 's going okay."

"Just 'okay'? Why's that, love?" She asked, searching her son's eyes for answers.

He shrugged as he struggled to find the words. "I dunno, I don't want to have to break up with him."

"Is he not treating you well?"

"No, god no. He treat's me like a prince, he's so caring and nice and protective..." Louis said with stars shining in his eyes.

Jay furrowed her brows. "Then what's the issue dear?"

"He doesn't like my job." Louis grimaced, he always felt uncomfortable talking with his mother about his work, of course she knew because he told her every part of his life—she was the first person he told when he lost his virginity—but still talking about that with a parent is awkward. "He—okay, he says he's fine with it, but I know he isn't. I hate that he is doesn't like it because I love my job, I hate that he's lying to me about it so that we don't fight."

"Oh, Louis. I wish I had the words to help you, I really do. The situation is difficult, I'm not sure if I could say anything of use." His mum seemed genuinely apologetic that she couldn't help.

"Mum, 's not your fault." Louis chuckled lightly, taking her hand in his. "I blame m'self. I provoke him, when he's trying to act okay with it I yell at him for lying to me, I can't do this anymore. I'm sick of being angry at him, I'm sick of yelling at him, but I get sick at the thought of breaking up with him, but I don't think I could ever be sick of him."

"Honey, you're in love." She smiled fondly, squeezing his hand comfortingly.

"I don't want to be in love, not yet." Louis whined out, acting childish.

"Why not?" Jay indulged in her son's whining.

Louis shrugged. "I don't think 'm ready to be in love. That's something for later in life, like when you're in your late twenties and stuff. I can't be in love with him, we've been dating for three months and fighting nearly every day this month."

Jay shook her head with a soft smile. "Louis, listen to me, love doesn't wait for you to be ready, you just have to let it take you wherever you're meant to be. It doesn't wait for a minimum age, or time together, when it's right, you'll know."

"What about the fights, mum? I don't want to fight with him, but 's like I have to." Louis continued his whining, but it was softer this time, reflecting.

"Fighting can be healthy, but too much fighting just causes unnecessary tension between you two. What about your job in particular does he not like?"

The answers were pretty easy, they had yelled about it that morning before Louis went for brunch with his mum. "That I do...it, and that it's filmed, and that other people do it to me, and anyone can watch, and that I come home with marks from them all over me."

Jay nodded thoughtfully, thinking about how she could remedy this for her oldest child. 

"And I don't get what's wrong with me, Roman was fine with it, he treated me amazingly, he respected it, and I broke up with him for no real reason." Louis said sadly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Honey, nothing is wrong with you. Love is complicated, if someone's wrong, your heart just knows, even if you have no reason."

"Well, then I think my heart is broken. I really thought I loved Luke, I stayed until Niall pulled me away, I couldn't even realize it myself. And then Roman was perfect and I ended it, and now Harry and I are fighting every day, it's like Luke all over again."

"I would be careful with that accusation, love. Harry isn't Luke, I can tell from the way you talk about him. The way Luke treated you was horrible and filled with disrespect and I'm ashamed of myself for not being able to step in and help you." Jay shook her head.

"Mum, you had just given birth to Doris and Ernest. I don't think you should've came all the way to London just to help me." Louis rolled his eyes.

"No matter what you are still my baby boy, you have a special place in my heart, I'd do anything for you." She smiled and cupped her son's face in a motherly fashion.

"Mum..." Louis winced. "There's people around."

She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek theatrically. "My baby."

"My mummy." Louis muttered under his breath with a soft smile that he wouldn't dare try to hide.

They broke out of their loving trance when Louis' phone rung, Harry's name and contact photo popped up on the screen and Jay watched as her son hesitated before flipping his phone over and ignoring it.

"Louis William Tomlinson." She said sternly.

Louis looked up wide eyed, not knowing what he did wrong. "Hmm? What?"

"Are you ignoring him?"

"No, I—yes. We fought two hours ago, after we fight he'll go for a run and call to apologize, I'm sick of it." Louis whined, looking into him mum's eyes as if they'd tell her the answer.

She nodded. "I understand that, but what would happen if you told him you didn't like it?"

"I feel like that would be a bigger fight. I don't want to fight with him anymore." Louis said, sounding a little broken.

"Honey, I understand that, but talking it over in a calm and controlled setting without fighting might be helpful to you. Don't raise your voice when he says something you don't agree with, don't ignore him, don't talk over him. Listen calmly, understand his point of view, share your thoughts, share your opinions without anger present." Jay offered her advice.

"Mum," He whined slow. "I don't think you realize how in need of yelling I am. I have a short temper and I'm aware of it. How am I supposed to not yell at him when he says something stupid or ignorant?"

"First maybe avoid calling his opinions stupid and ignorant." She chuckled. "And second, you didn't hear this from me, but this is a tip I've learned from a friend, okay? Fight naked."

"MUM!" He yelled in shock before settling down again once the entire cafe was looking at him confused. "Sorry, I don't understand."

She laughed awkwardly. "I heard it's hard to stay mad at your partner if you're both naked."

Louis thought about that and decided it was worth a shot, if not he would be getting angry sex out of this.

—♡— 

"Blue, I'm so sorry we fought this morning." Harry was quick as soon as he opened the front door, apology flowers in hand.

"Oh, um... thanks?" He said taking the flowers and setting his car keys on the hook by Harry's front door. "Haz, we need to talk."

Harry went pale, the fight this morning had gone too far, he shouldn't have been that persistent, that jealous, that needy, now Louis would break up with him and Harry would lose the first person he's ever loved.

"Oh."

Louis was putting the apology flowers in a case next to Friday's apology flowers. "This is gonna sound strange, but my mum suggested it and erm, I don't know how to start."

Harry gave him a confused glance. "Are we about to fight again?"

"Yes, just give me a moment to tell you." Louis said awkwardly. "Right so I don't like that we fight, I don't like that you lie to me about being okay with my job, I don't like that you think you know better than me, I don't like that when we fight you run away, literally, and then call to apologize an hour later, I don't like that you apologize with flowers but don't change how you're acting, frankly, it's childish."

Harry got defensive after being attacked that many times. "Excuse me, but this is the first relationship I've ever had, I'm sorry that I'm still learning how it's done."

"It's not just a relationship thing, Haz! It's a common human decency thing that if you really are sorry, you change your behaviour so you don't have to apologize for it again!" Louis yelled back before going wide eyed and taking a step back while avoiding eye contact.

Harry noticed the change in demeanour. "Why—What are you doing."

Louis took a deep breath. "What does it look like, 'm getting naked."

"I can see that, but why?" Harry asked as Louis' shirt was tossed onto the ground. He was feeling foolish asking why his adorably hot boyfriend was getting naked, but this was weird to happen in the middle of a fight.

"It's what my mum was telling me about, fight naked, it's harder to yell at each other." Louis said as he started pulling down his shorts to reveal the panties Harry bought him a few weeks ago as another apology present.

"Yeah, it will be harder." 

Louis gave him a mildly disappointed look. "Alright, enough with the jokes, are you gonna get naked too or just leave me hanging?"

"Just enjoying the view for a minute baby." Harry smirked as he threw his shirt to the chair.

When they were both naked they were trying not to smile.

"Go ahead, be mad at me." Louis said with a sigh.

Harry blinked hard. "Sorry, what?"

Louis giggled. "Yell at me, I sleep with other men on camera, you don't like it, remember?"

Harry tried so hard to find his anger, but it was lost on him. "I can't... you look too fucking fit."

"Harry, please. Do I need to start the argument?"

"Do anything you want baby." Harry couldn't look Louis in the eye, too focused on his body.

Louis rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "I love my job, I will not compromise it for anything or anyone. We've had this conversation numerous times, but it's like you don't listen. And you aren't even listening right now."

"I—wow, baby." Harry was getting so easily distracted. His constant eyes on Louis made him a little self conscious and he covered himself up with his hands. "No, keep those hands at your sides, I wanna see you."

"I need you to pay attention."

"All I head was 'I need you' and I don't hate it." Harry smirked until he met Louis' tired glare. "Sorry, focused now."

Louis took a deep breath. "I really like you Harry, we've been dating three months and I love it, but this feels like a never ending dance. You don't like my job—don't say you don't because I hate when you lie—and I love my job, we'll fight until we almost break up, but then we don't break up because you apologize with flowers or kisses or sex or literally anything you could think of."

"So what are you saying? You want to break up." Harry said simply, as if it wasn't killing him inside.

"I don't want to, but what else is there to do in this scenario. You don't like my job, which is something I will never compromise on, you deserve someone who you respect, I deserve to be respected. This would never work and we both know it." Louis said, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks slowly.

Harry shook his head. "I told you I'm fine with your job."

"Stop lying Harry, I can tell when you lie. You don't like that other people have sex with me, that anyone in the world could watch. I'm not gonna hold that against you, it's a fair criticism, but it's not fair to either of us." Louis said with a broken voice.

"I told you I'm working on it, I'm trying to not be as jealous." Harry pleaded.

"I can't do this anymore, I really wish there was something I could do to make this easier for you so we wouldn't have to break up, neither of us deserve this. I really like you, and I know you really like me, I just can't go through this." Louis said upset.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" Louis raised a brow, thrown off my Harry's stubbornness.

"I mean no, you can't break up with me. I say no, we're going to work on this. I'm going to fix it, I can figure this out. Trust me, give me a week, I can fix myself." Harry pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate.

"Harry, I—You're not something that needs to be fixed or changed."

"I know, but I want to." Harry said holding Louis' shoulders and looking longingly into his eyes. "Help me figure this out?"

Louis smiled lightly. "Okay, we'll figure this out."

"Thank you." Harry said quietly, hoping Louis could hear how genuine he was as he brought the smaller boy into a hug.

"I didn't want to break up with you." Louis said and Harry felt Louis' tears run down his chest, reminding him that they were both still naked here.

"I know, Blue, I know." Harry muttered as he ran a hand through Louis' hair gently. "I'm sorry, it's not easy being of the jealous kind."

"I wish I could help you see there is nothing to be jealous over, I'm yours, I really am, truly." Louis said with a slight whine in his voice as he looked up at Harry.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath to regulate the blood rushing down to his dick that had nothing to hide it. "When do you work next?"

"Tomorrow." Louis said awkwardly, avoiding Harry's eyes.

"I guess I'll just have to mark you all up tonight." Harry smirked down at him.

Louis met his gaze quizzically. "What?"

"If you're going to be fucked like a slut on camera tomorrow, you're going to do it with my hickeys all over you." Harry said simply as if it were obvious.

And suddenly Louis was so turned on he felt his knees give out, luckily Harry had snaked his arms around Louis and kept him standing... for now.

Louis let himself be carried up the shaky stairs in Harry's studio flat up to the bedroom, his legs wrapped around Harry's middle, his arse in the hands of his boyfriend who would never let anything happen to that arse.

"Look at you, all pretty for me," Harry caressed Louis' face, smirking at the red lipgloss that shined on Louis' lips. Harry softly laid him down on his bed, but Louis pulled him down too and rolled them over.

"Uh, uh, uh," Louis chided, grasping Harry's wrist and pinning them each by his sides with his hands.

"Daddy, stay," Louis command coyly.

Harry gulped, his dick twitching in interest, but no clothing there to hide it.

"Are you going to be good for me, daddy, or am I gonna have to tie you up?" Louis asked, eyes sparkling with lust.

"Good, I'll be good for you, baby. Can I at least have a kiss?" Harry asked.

"Hmm," Louis said as if he was deciding on whether or not to give in to Harry's request, after all Harry had been a jerk.

"Please," Harry added with earnestness in his voice.

"Only since you asked so nicely," Louis replied, "but no touching," he reminded.

Harry nearly whined, cock throbbing underneath where Louis sat on top of him, naked and slutty but acting so coy.

Louis gave in and kissed Harry, the cherry lipgloss sticky between them.

Louis shifted on Harry's lap, slowly torturously grinding.

Harry moaned into his mouth, hands twitching to touch, trying to be good for his baby.

"Are you gonna show me what you can do, doll?" Harry asked, pulling away from the kiss and in an effort to stop Louis's teasingly slow grinds.

"Only if daddy asks nicely," Louis winked.

"Please, baby. I'm dying to have all of you just for me. Look so gorgeous for me. Just wanna give you everything," Harry rambled on, too blinded by arousal to keep the thoughts from spilling out of his mouth.

"Everything, huh?" Louis asked, eyes sparkling.

"And anything," Harry replied, earnestly, honestly.

"Mmm that's what I love to hear," Louis replied, getting off Harry's lap and walking over to the bedside table, searching for some lube, bending over to tease Harry while he's at it.

Harry's mouth was watering.

"Fuck," Harry muttered, eyes focused on Louis' tight pink hole.

Louis giggled as he returned to the bed, lube in hand. "My eyes are up here, daddy."

Harry looked Louis in the eyes, "gorgeous," he said reverently. "You are gorgeous."

"Daddy like?" Louis said coyly, twirling his fingers in his curly hair.

"I love," Harry replied, in awe of the beauty seated on his lap.

"Wanna ride you," Louis whispered into Harry's ear, licking the shell and dropping kisses down to his neck where Louis then bit at the skin above Harry's collarbone.

"Yes, please," Harry agreed, ready to let some tension out.

"No touching until I say, I'm in charge tonight," Louis told Harry as if that was something new. Louis loved to be manhandled and just used, but he also loved taking charge and being more dominant, so the pair often switched it up.

Harry whimpered at the sight, curling his hands into fist in effort to not reach out and grab any part of his fit boyfriend sat atop him.

"Good daddy," Louis praised and grinded down to relieve some pressure off both of them, but it also built the tension. They both let out moans when their bare dicks touched, Louis loving the affect he had on Harry.

"I'm all wet for you, daddy," Louis moaned as he continued grinding their dicks slowly together.

Harry let out a harsh breath, "You're the best, doll. You're so good to me."

"Always want the best for my daddy," Louis replied, voice raspy with arousal as he lubed up Harry's cock and sat up on his knees.

Louis slowly sunk down inch by inch, enjoying the slow pressure and taking his time to feel everything.

"You're doing so well, love. My beautiful Blue all full of my cock," Harry praised.

Louis felt the warmth of praise all over. He began to sweat as he maneuvered up and down, letting out whimpering breaths when he got the angle just right.

Louis' thighs started to burn and he clenched around Harry's dick.

Harry let out a low groan, using all of his energy to not thrust up and take control. Harry would give Louis anything he wanted and if Louis wanted control than that is what his baby would get.

"Daddy, please. Need help," Louis whimpered with faux earnestness, he just wanted to be manhandled right now. Teasing was fun, taking charge was fun, but after a fight with Harry he wanted Harry to take his anger out on Louis in bed.

"Yeah, baby? Tell me what you need."

"Need you to fuck me. Touch me, please," Louis moaned in desperation, his dick so hard, rubbing precome on Harry's stomach every time Louis moved.

"Shh, I’m gonna give you what you need, baby. I'll always take care of you," Harry replied, thrusting up into Louis suddenly. Louis gripped Harry shoulders for balance, head thrown back, moaning wantonly. This is what he needed.

"Feels so good, daddy."

"My angel. The best doll," Harry praised, kissing him on the mouth short and quick, before he grabbed at the pudge of Louis' love handles, lifting him up and then back down.

Louis moaned at the angle, Harry fucking into him just right.

"Right there, daddy, ooh, t-there," he stuttered, hardly coherent underneath the moans and panting breath.

Louis bounced up and down Harry's cock, the curls of his hair bouncing with each thrust as he chased his orgasm.

"Fuck me so good daddy, unh, guh, make me come, daddy, please," Louis pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah. So good for me, doll. Wanna see it. Come for me," Harry said as he thrust into Louis and held his hips in place as his dick pulsed against Louis prostate.

Louis clenched his ass, throwing his head back as spurts of come flew between them. Harry's grip was hard enough to leave bruises on Louis' hips as he held him down as Harry's cock shot wet and deep into Louis.

Louis rested his head on Harry shoulder, trying to catch his breath, thighs sore, feeling utterly fucked out and sated.

Harry pulled out with a groan and Louis could feel his ass dripping wet with come. Louis moaned at the sensation.

"You're so fucking hot," Harry told him, kissing him tenderly, hands cupping his face, brushing down his sweat slick locks from clinging to Louis' face.

"So beautiful. Can't believe your mine. Want you to be mine forever," Harry said.

"Yours, yours, forever," Louis replied, curling into Harry's warm.

"I promise I'll work on my jealousy, but first I need to do what I promised you." Harry said flipping them over, Louis' expression was soft and dazed, Harry loved it.

Louis hummed and nodded. "Do it, mark me up Daddy."

Harry didn't waste a second before he was attacking Louis' neck like a wild animal, sucking and licking and biting until it was a perfect shade of purple, moving his way down the body, biting across his chest, all over his little stomach, the inside of his thighs as Louis' dick began to gain interest again. Harry flipped him over again, propping his hips up on a pillow so he could add hickeys to the backs of Louis' thighs easier, then Louis' back, all the while Louis was humping the pillow beneath him.

"Mine." Harry said sternly, ripping the pillow out from underneath him and throwing Louis onto his back again, as if he were a doll. With the added arousal Louis was no longer half asleep, his eyes were big and wide as he watched Harry jerk him off. Then Harry took him in his mouth, something he didn't do all that often, while he used two fingers to enter Louis again. With so much stimulation, Louis was dying with need to come, and it only took three more brushes of the prostate to reach that edge.

Harry happily swallowed it all before throwing himself into a kiss with Louis.

"You're hard, Daddy." Louis said breaking the kiss.

Harry shook his head, just wanting to kiss his boy. "It's fine, just leave it."

Louis shuffled down so he could suck Harry's dick in return. He knew how much Harry loved getting his dick sucked, especially from Louis. Harry prided himself on being able to last long with previous partners, but with Louis it was like he was a teenager again, coming as soon as anything touched him.

As soon as Harry's cock was resting on Louis' tongue, he began thrusting into the younger boys' mouth and making Louis moan with want. It wasn't long before Harry was coming for a second time as Louis deepthroated the large dick.

"So fucking good, Blue. All mine, and that's what I want the world to know when you're at work tomorrow." Harry praised rubbing his calloused hands all over Louis' body,

Louis took a look at himself, noticing the hickeys on his front and looking in the large mirror on the wall to see his back. "Oh my goodness, Haz!"

"I may have gotten carried away, but the sounds you make as I did it were too good to stop." Harry said simply.

Louis continued looking in the mirror to see his back, his hands running over the deep purple marks that were in the shape of an 'H' across his whole back. "You're so possessive it's actually almost sweet."

Harry blushed a little, not able to really look from his position of laying down on the bed because he was so fucked out and tired. "I know you'll have to get them covered, but the fact that they're there will help.

"Yeah, most will be covered, but I will keep the 'H' on my back, I think it's pretty."

"Really?"

Louis returned to bed, lying on his boyfriend. "Mhm, plus I read the blocking and I'll mostly be either clothed on the top half, or on my back. It should be no big deal."

—♡— 

It continued like that for a few weeks, whenever Louis had work, Harry would leave a hickey on him that he wouldn't cover up, so by the time the video was released, Harry knew he had given him that hickey. 

"Lou, you gotta stop going out with a savage animal." Niall teased as Louis stepped out of the shower at work after filming a scene.

"But I love my savage animal." Louis teased back.

"Isn't there another way he can mark his territory without it looking like you got beat up by a bunch of mouths?" Niall asked and that's when Louis got the idea. 

Harry looked at himself with wide eyes as they sat at Harry's kitchen table. "You want to do what?"

"I want to get a tattoo that matches with one of yours." Louis smiled happily.

"Baby, tattoos are gonna hurt." Harry warned, not wanting his Blue to feel any pain ever.

Louis shrugged. "The hickeys, as much as I love them, aren't looking so great on camera. It just looks like I got beat up, now a tattoo is more permanent, showing that I'll be with you forever and ever and ever and—"

Harry surged forward to capture Louis' lips. "Fuck, Blue. Yes, let's do it."

Louis pulled back smiling. "Perfect, I've done some research on your tattoos to see what matching one I want. At least right now I want a rope, right here." Louis pointed at his wrist.

"What does that match?" Harry asked, wanting to listen to Louis speak forever and ever.

"Your anchor." Louis explained with a giddy grin. "It's like you're my anchor and I'm your rope."

"It's perfect, baby. When did you wanna get it done?" Harry asked.

"I was wondering if you could take me tonight? To wherever you got yours done?" Louis asked with bright eyes.

Harry scooped him up and kissed his face senselessly. "Of course, let's go."

Louis looked at the abandoned kitchen. "Oh, but you made dinner, we should eat first."

"Dinner can wait, I can heat it up later, unless you're hungry now." Harry said cautiously.

Louis smiled and shook his head. "We'll eat later."

Harry carried him to the elevator and all the way to the car park before placing him gently in the passenger seat. They drove off together towards where the tattoo shop that Harry had familiarized himself with over the years.

Harry watched fondly as Louis explained to the woman what he wanted done and where.

Harry watched fondly as Louis chose which design he wanted.

Harry watched fondly as Louis got settled into the chair and got the stencil placed on him.

Harry happily took Louis' other hand when he reached for it, squeezing the hand once the needle touched skin. They were there for over an hour, but the results spoke for themselves, Louis wasn't paying attention to the lady who spoke about the aftercare, luckily Harry knew what to do after having numerous tattoos done.

"Isn't it pretty, Haz?" Louis asked, not meeting his eyes, too focused on the ink that was on his skin now.

"The prettiest." Harry nodded in agreement, though Harry wasn't talking about the tattoo.

They got into the car with a new sense of happiness. "I love you, you know that, right?"

Louis looked him in the eyes confused. "Yeah, and I love you. Is there something more to this? Are you dying? Are you breaking up with me? Did I get this tattoo for nothing?"

"You think too much." Harry chuckled. "No, I love everything about you, your spontaneity, your selflessness, your laugh, your smile, your arse, your eyes, your sassiness, every little thing about you. I just want to drive away with you and never look back."

"Sure, and as much as I love that idea. You have school in the morning." Louis chuckled and gave Harry a peck on the cheek. "First day of school and all that."

"Fuck." Harry sighed as they sat in the car that was still parked out front of the tattoo parlour.

"We'll do it next summer, travel across Europe. See amazing sights, fall in love in every city." Louis pictured in his head.

Harry glanced at Louis before starting the engine. "That sounds lovely, baby."

"Doesn't it?" Louis said excitedly, happy that he could finally see an actual future with Harry, not just hopes that they will be together, but he can see how they work everything out. It wasn't perfect, but it was perfect in his eyes.

As they drove back to Harry's flat, Louis' stomach growled loudly making Harry chuckle. "I'll heat up dinner as soon as we get back to my place."

"Do you think we should move in together?" Louis questioned, throwing Harry off because he didn't see it coming. Then again, Louis was spontaneous and does things whenever the idea pops into his head, like getting a tattoo, so he should have seen something coming.

Harry cleared his throat to buy him a few extra seconds before answering. "Uh, what gave you that idea, Blue?"

"I dunno, you were talking about driving back to your flat, and I was thinking about going home, and I just immediately associated your flat with home." Louis shrugged as he stared at the fresh tattoo.

"Right," Harry nodded, trying to follow along. "And you want to live in my flat?"

Louis nodded like it was obvious. "Evidently."

"You've seen my flat right? It's tiny, basically one big room with stairs to a bed. No walls in the bedroom. The tiniest shower you could possibly find in London." Harry stated biased, but somewhat true facts about his flat in hopes that Louis would rethink that choice.

"Okay, and?" He asked with a sassy undertone. "I love your flat, it's the perfect size."

"Maybe it's perfect for you, because you're tiny. I don't think half your things would fit in there. You'd have to get rid of most of your clothes, your stuffed animals, and you'd have to move your stars, it just seems like so much of a hassle." Harry explained his thinking as he pulled into the car park.

Louis unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face him. "Do you not want to live with me? It's fine if you don't, I just wish you would just say that instead of manipulate me into not wanting to."

"No, that's not it. Of course I'd love it if we lived together, baby." Harry said quickly—a rare feat for him—with wide eyes as he realized his mistake. "I just thought it might be easier if I moved into your huge bloody mansion."

Louis thought for a moment, he wasn't in love with his house, it didn't feel like home, other than his bedroom. He thought Harry's flat felt like home, but maybe that's just because it's where Harry was.

Louis nodded. "Did you want to move in with me?"

"Baby Blue, I'd love nothing more." Harry smiled so hard that Louis thought his dimples might cave in.

"Really? You'd love it more than a blow job?" Louis cocked a brow like the little shit he loved to be.

"Okay, let's not get too hasty throwing that around." Harry chuckled as they walked to the elevator.

Louis pulled Harry down by the collar and brought him into a quick kiss. "I can't wait for you to move in."

"Me neither, me neither." Harry smiled as the elevator lifted them up to Harry's floor. Once inside the flat, Harry heated up their lasagna and they cuddled on Harry's couch until they both fell asleep curled up together.

—♡— 

"Are you watching porn in the shower?" Louis asked loudly into the bathroom where loud moaning had begun blasting all of a sudden.

"No!" Harry called out quickly and the noises abruptly stopped.

Louis being the curious man he is walked in and peeked around the corner to where Harry should be in the shower but instead found him half dressed and fumbling with his phone with a blush on his cheeks. "What were you watching on your phone? I won't be mad."

Harry was bright red as he handed his phone over to the younger boy.

Louis looked down at the screen to see a recent video he had filmed. He looked back up at Harry disappointed. "Why are you watching this Harry? You have me right here yet you chose to wank to me on a tiny screen in the shower?"

"No! No, that's not it." Harry said completely flustered and embarrassed.

"Then explain it to me, because all I knew was you told me you'd have a shower before the lads come over and then I heard my on moans coming from in here." Louis said with his hands on his hips.

Harry melted a bit because an angry Louis was absolutely adorable. "I—I was curious... okay? I've seen the videos where you have my hickeys on you, but I hadn't seen one with the tattoo, I just wanted to see if it was visible."

"You weren't planning on wanking to the video?" Louis questioned.

"Why would I, you're right here." Harry said bending down to capture Louis' lips.

Louis giggled before pushing him back. "Go shower you knob, you stink."

Louis left and curled up in bed with Harry's phone, he watched a part of the video. Seeing the tattoo made him smile, despite him being pinned down and railed by a 'professor' he thought it was cute. He then opened up Harry's camera and took a bunch of selfies with funny faces while he waited for Harry to be done in the shower, choosing one to be his lock screen, replacing an old selfie he had done the same thing with.

He looked around the room that had once belonged to just him, and now the two shared. It had elements of both of them, Louis' stuffed animals and stars on the ceiling, Harry's bedspread and books beside the bed. Louis had read all those books now, he read them ages ago to get to know more about Harry and what he liked, and it worked.

Harry eventually emerged from the ensuite in just a towel and a smirk as Louis couldn't resist his staring. "My eyes are up here darling."

Louis scowled in embarrassment as he threw the duvet over his head and continued scrolling through Harry's phone as Harry got dressed.

"Is that what you're wearing, Blue? The lads will be over soon." Harry asked as he pulled on a button up t-shirt, leaving a good amount of buttons undone for fashion reasons. 

Louis peeked his head out for a moment. "Mhm, I don't wanna change clothes." He then threw the duvet over his head again.

The boys were coming over for drinks this week instead of going to the pub, it was like a housewarming since it was Harry's first full week here.

"No matter what you wear, I'm sure you'll be absolutely stunning, doll." Harry said rubbing the duvet where Louis' head was.

Interrupting Louis' scrolling through Harry's camera roll was a message. "Hazza, you got a text." 

"Bit busy, can you read it for me?" Harry said trying to find the jeans that he wanted to wear.

"It's your mum in your family group chat, she wants to know if she has to book a hotel when they come to visit next week." Louis summarized.

"Can you reply that we have the spare room already set up for them?" Harry suggested and Louis followed the directions. He loved that Harry felt comfortable enough with him to just let him read the messages and go through the phone, a nice change from Luke.

Just as he sent the message there was a buzz at the gate. Louis rushed downstairs to let the boys in and waited for them to reach the front door before swinging it open and jumping at Niall.

"Getting jealous over here." Harry chuckled following behind Louis.

He let go of Niall quickly before facing Harry in confusion and worry before he saw Harry's teasing look. "Come in, come in. Take your shoes off."

The three entered the home, following Harry and Louis to the living room, giddy and impatiently.

"Wow, I've never been in your home before, it's fucking massive." Zayn marvelled as he looked around the impressive abode.

Louis chucked and scratched his neck. "Yeah, um, thanks. I like it."

"It looks a lot different now that Harry's moved in, it used to just look shiny and empty, like a mental hospital." Niall snorted as he noted the touches of wood and inviting furnishings that weren't there before.

"I like it a lot better now, it feels more like a home." Louis said with a special spark in his eye reserved for Harry.

"Fuck, I love you so much." Harry sighed contentedly as Liam and Zayn poked and teased him for being so whipped.

"I love you more." Louis said scrunching his nose and opening a bottle of wine since they were all adults and should drink adult drinks, not vodka redbulls.

"Ugh, we get it, you all love each other and you all have someone you love. Make way for the single gays who have no one." Zayn whined dramatically, falling back into the couch with his glass of wine.

Liam shot him a look. "You hooked up with someone last night and said you'd call them."

"We all know what that means, I was never going to call him." Zayn said before taking a large sip. "I need someone stronger, more muscles, I need a hunk."

"So needy." Harry chuckled.

"Oi, watch it. Just because I have standards doesn't mean I won't bend those rules if I deem someone good enough." Zayn shot back.

"We get it, you three fucked whatever moved." Niall rolled his eyes dramatically at Harry, Liam and Zayn. "The rest of us were normal."

Liam smiled playfully. "Normal? Last week you were telling us that whenever Louis wanted a fuck, he had a list of people he'd call rather than just pick someone up from the bar like a normal person."

"Hey!" Louis pouted. "It's not my fault, I just knew who I could trust to give me what I needed."

"You still got that list?" Harry asked, not quite jealous, but the tone was a little sharp.

Louis looked at the man beside him and smiled as if it was an obvious answer. "No, I gave it to River at work. He seemed desperate enough to have hand me down hookups."

"I love you." Harry said placing a quick kiss in Louis' hair.

"Love you so much." Louis said as he stole a sip of wine from Harry's glass.

The conversation continued and Louis found himself a little wine drunk as his head fell on Niall's shoulder. "Ni, what's the matter? You seem quiet."

"You said that you love him." Niall said softly, seemingly also wine drunk.

"Mhm," Louis nodded egregiously. "I do, I really do."

"Do you still love me?" Niall questioned trying to take another sip of wine, but missing his mouth and spilling a bit down his chin.

Louis rolled his eyes. "I love you still. I love Harry in a different way."

"Not a best friend sort of love?" Niall needed that reassurance.

"Nope, I don't love him as a best friend, only as a boyfriend. You're still my one true love, best friend wise." Louis said as his words began to string together due to the wine and the late hour.

"You lot are weird." Zayn chuckled at the pair.

"Why would you say that, that's mean Z." Louis pouted again, his head still resting on Niall's shoulder.

Zayn wrinkled his nose. "Niall wants to make sure you only love Harry as a boyfriend and not like a best friend."

"It's fair, I know that Niall doesn't love Amelia in a best friend way, just romantic." Louis said and Niall nodded pointedly.

"Whatever, just let them say words." Liam said softly, placing a hand on Zayn's knee to calm him.

As the minutes passed and sleepiness and drunkenness began to overcome them, Niall found himself sprawled out on the coffee table, Zayn and Liam found themselves sharing a couch with each other's feet in their laps, and Harry found himself sitting on the opposite couch with Louis' head in his lap.

"I love all of you." Louis' words were hard to decipher.

"Me too." Niall said, voice muffled by the table.

"I love you and Harry the most, don't tell the gays." Louis said in a loud whisper.

Harry looked down at his adorable boyfriend. "Honey, I think they heard you."

"What?! Who told them?" Louis was getting louder and more hysterical.

"You did, doll."

"Did you hear that?" Louis asked the two friends.

"Nope." Liam said kindly.

Zayn glared at him. "You didn't hear that? I heard it loud and clear. You should get your ears checked because the gay porn star just called us the gays." 

"I was being polite." Liam said through a gritted smile.

"I was being honest." Zayn challenged

Louis looks up at his boyfriend, feeling Harry's fingers running through his fringe calmingly. "I love you."

Harry sighed with a warm smile. "You've been saying that a lot, you 'right?"

Louis nodded with wide eyes. "Just love you 's all."

"Even more than Niall?" Harry teased with a smirk.

"Don't even think about it! Watch your fucking tits Harold." Niall spat angrily and drunkenly.

"Alright, alright, calm down blondie." Harry chuckled at the close bond the pair shared.

"Do you love Zayn and Liam more than me?" Louis asked.

Harry immediately shook his head. "No, those two are just bothersome, just been stuck with 'em for so many years."

"Wash your nips Harold, or whatever Niall said." Zayn spat teasingly.

"Well then, Zayn and I love each other more than we love you." Liam said grabbing Zayn and nuzzling into his neck.

"Well, that much is evident." Harry remarked softly as he watched his friends cuddle.

"Hazza."

"Blue."

"Kiss me?"

Harry had to remind himself to thank every single god and or goddess that played a role in creating Louis. 

"Honey, the day I say no to that is the day I want you to kill me." He leant down and kissed him soft and tenderly, making sure to not get too into it since they had company over.

"Get a fucking room." Zayn whined, using Liam's arm to cover his own eyes.

"This is our house, you fucking idiot." Harry said after forcing himself to let go of Louis' magnetic lips.

"Plus, it's nothing you lot haven't seen." Louis joked, but from the squeeze around his waist he could tell Harry didn't like the joke. "Sorry, Haz."

Harry shook his head and just placed kisses all over Louis' face while muttering 'mine' and 'Blue'.

—♡— 

He looked around the house that once just belonged to him, a house that held some sort of eternal emptiness, like an IKEA display. Now it was different, it was warmer, it was softer, it was homier.

Splashes of colour, fun throw pillows, art on the wall that the two had done one day, memorabilia from past dates, furniture that wasn't just there to look good, the house looked lived in now.

The house wasn't the only thing of Louis' to receive more detail, his skin was now littered with matching tattoos that he proudly showed off. It was weird how much his life had changed in the past month after Harry moved in, it went from feeling cold, empty, performative and sleek, to messy, raw, fun, chaotic and homey.

Homey.

It was a word Louis wasn't too familiar with.

Sure when he was younger his home felt 'homey', but in a different way. He lived in a three bedroom with eight people, the hominess came from the tradition and the familiarity the house held. He knew he had to get out of there, and after having meeting the right person he was making money for something he enjoyed.

Porn helped form his life at a young age, sure his mum was furious, and his little sisters didn't understand, but he knew this was what he was destined for. His mum helped him move to London after he signed the contract behind her back, if she knew that he lied about his age in the contract she would never have allowed him to leave Doncaster 'til he's 50. He didn't mean to lie, but after being told to 'fake it 'til you make it' for so many years, you will do whatever it takes to follow your dream.

He remembers his first tiny little flat in south London and it wasn't homey at all, just bare and empty. At the time the flat was all he could afford, his mum tried to help, but she couldn't provide much either. But he worked his arse off and writhing two years he quickly became the highest earning male porn actor in the country, being able to afford a bigger home.

Not that he needed a bigger home, but after buying his mum a house and car, and being able to set aside money for his sisters' schooling, he realized he didn't really have anything else to spend money on. His boyfriend at the time, Luke, insisted that he needed a mansion, so he got one. It wasn't home, he wasn't really sure what was home at that point, not quite feeling like he belonged anywhere, so he spent as much time as possible at work. Booking six videos a week just to not be at home, but being at work all the time pissed off Luke and it just exploded from there.

Then his mansion really felt empty, he was alone in a large home, nothing to spend money on, no one to talk to about this, like he climbed the mountain, but there was no one to talk to about it. At the top of the mountain it was just him, everyone could see that he was at the top, but no one could hear him, they were all too far away.

But now, now it was different. His house felt like a home, nothing just any home, but his home. It was weird to think about since not much had really changed.

"What'cha thinking about?" Harry asked as he pressed a kiss into Louis' hair. He had just come home from work and Louis was sat on the couch by the television with the volume off.

Louis shook his thoughts away. "Home."

Harry cocked a brow as he got started on dinner. "Home? Are you thinking about paying a visit to your mums' again?"

"No, I—I never thought of this as home before. I don't know, it's weird." Louis laughed it off.

"What changed?" Harry asked as he preheated the oven.

Louis shrugged, unable to put it in proper words. "I dunno, you?"

"Me?" Harry questioned with a crooked smile.

"Yes, you doofus." Louis giggled earning a teasing nose scrunch from the older man. "You moved in and it made this feel like a proper home."

"You mean I redecorated so this didn't look like some minimalist Pinterest board nightmare?" Harry chuckled as he prepared the chicken.

"No, that's not it." Louis smiled as he thought about it. "It's just... you?"

"I get that you're proper obsessed with me, but I'm not sure I'm understanding correctly." Harry began stuffing the chicken with mozzarella.

"It's you!" Louis said accusatorially when he figured it out.

Harry let out a short laugh. "I'm sure you're right, but what?"

"You're the reason this feels like home." Louis said like he figured out the answer to the universe.

Harry let him speak.

"You're home, you're my home."

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, love." Harry chuckled as he grabbed the Parma ham.

Louis giggled again. "Don't get used to it."

Harry shot him a tired look, Louis just loved teasing him so much.

"I'm just saying, set your bar a lot lower for kindness so that when I eventually propose to you you're blown out of the water, also just blown in general." Louis smirked proudly as he watched his boyfriend's movements glitch as he tried to process Louis' words.

"Honey, why would you propose to me? I feel like I'd do it to you." Harry furrowed his brows.

"I've got two reasons." Harry nodded to let him continue. "One, you're not a relationship guy, I am, I know all about this and I can handle it. Two, you've still got it in your head that the man proposes and you're thinking of yourself as the man just because I wear makeup and panties. Quite homophobic there, Hazza."

"Excuse me? I just meant because I'm older." Harry said with faux hurt.

Louis laughed at the dramatics. "Sure, but just a reminder for you, I am a man."

"Mhm, that you are. So much so that if you're good tonight I'll blow your big manly dick." Harry said as he began boiling water for the potatoes.

Louis faltered for a moment as he tried to keep teasing, but was coming up empty. Instead he slid into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist as he buried his head in Harry's chest.

"Cat got your tongue?" Harry asked, holding Louis flush against him.

At that Louis looked up deeply into Harry's eyes. "I'd rather you have my tongue."

"That was so bad, Blue." Harry threw his head back laughing.

"You're still gonna kiss me though." Louis said matter of factly.

He was right, Harry did bend down and give him a quick snog until the water was boiling.

"About that marriage thing, I want you to know that I didn't mean anytime soon. We've only been dating for a few months, I was speaking metaphorically." Louis said as he hopped up to sit on the counter.

Harry stood between his knees, rubbing his thighs. "Sure, baby. I would marry you tomorrow if you asked, though."

"Really?" Louis raised a brow before giving him a testing look. "Are you just trying to get into my pants for my money?"

"Yes, of course. I'd marry you then have to kill you and get all your money. Then I'd marry someone else and use your money to pay for their surgery so they can look more like you." Harry planned out making Louis laugh, a sound Harry thinks the world doesn't deserve.

"That was simultaneously disgustingly beautiful, and beautifully disgusting you psychotic clown." Louis said through his laughter.

"Thanks." Harry said going to stir the potatoes. "I was kidding though, I'd marry you if you had nothing. I'd settle for a fake diamond on an aluminum band."

"Your finger would fall off." Louis said scandalized.

"Fine, I'd marry you with one of those lollies that look like a ring." Harry said with a proud smile.

"Even if I licked the lolly first?" Louis asked as he swung his legs back and forth.

"As long as you lick my dick next." Harry smiled when Louis cringed. "Kidding, I'd marry you without a ring, just some papers from city hall."

"Aw, how romantic. Those papers will be our ring?" Louis deadpanned, just to tease his amazing and sexy boyfriend.

"I'll have you know those paper rings would be framed above our bed, we'd consulate our marriage every night beneath them, our future grandkids will hear the story of how you proposed to me with a piece of paper from city hall." Harry romanticized looking wistfully at Louis.

Louis rolled his eyes, but couldn't had the smile that crept its way onto his face. "You're an idiot, you're my idiot."

"Yours huh? Can I get that in writing? On a marriage certificate?" Harry teased and Louis swatted at him playfully.

"You're awful."

"Should I plan our honeymoon? I expect a wedding gift from you, I'll have you know I like shiny things." Harry imagined longingly, deep down knowing it would all eventually happen in due time.

"I'm sorry, you'd accept a proposal with a contract as the ring, but you like shiny things? Wouldn't you want a nice pretty ring?" Louis asked curiously.

Harry thought about it, trying to figure out his words. "I mean, I love material things, don't get me wrong, but nothing compares to you. As long as I have you nothing else matters. I'd love rings, necklaces, watches, anything, but it's all worthless compared to your attention and your love."

"Oh fuck." Louis sighed defeatedly.

"What?"

"You've gone mad, you're like proper head over heels in love with me." Louis giggled as Harry flipped him off. "I mean, everyone loves me, but you're so obsessed with me it's actually insane. You're addicted to me, I mean, I don't blame ya, I'm fucking fantastic."

"You're so lucky that I love you so much more every time you tease me." Harry said as he kissed Louis' neck.

"Right, so when's dinner ready?" Louis asked bluntly.

"What am I your personal chef?" Harry said with a smile.

Louis shrugged. "The porn actor and his personal chef."

"I have a job you know." Harry said as he checked on the chicken.

"Yes yes, that god forsaken job. The reason we can't just run away at a moments notice." Louis said as he began mashing the potatoes for Harry, he might as well help with something.

"If I wasn't 'proper head over heels in love with you' I'd tease you back." Harry warned playfully.

Louis gave him a knowing look. "Oh sure you would Haz, but you could never be at my level."

"Just eat your food Mr. Pornstar." Harry said after he plated the meal, chicken stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mash.

"Oi, porn actor." Louis corrected.

"Mm, no. You're a star, you're my favourite star." Harry decided as he gave Louis a peck on the cheek as they settled on the couch to watch an old episode of Gogglebox.

Chapter Text

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2 Years Later...

———

Louis adjusted his tie, unsure how to make his outfit look more adult since this was an adult moment.

The wedding was being held in a flower filled garden just past noon, an hours drive out of London. Louis wasn't nervous, not in the slightest bit, plus he had Niall, he always had Niall.

"You ready to go, mate?" Niall asked, bursting into the hotel room they were staying in for the wedding. "I've been waiting for ya for far too long."

Louis grabbed his phone. "Yeah, all set, basically."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Who are you trying to look good for?"

They laughed as Louis swatted him on the arm. "Oi, shut it. It is supposed to be important to look put together for a wedding, unlike you."

"That was hurtful." Niall said feigning hurt before bursting out in laughter. "Now, we really should get going. The wedding is starting in less than an hour, and we don't want to be late like you were for the rehearsal dinner last night."

"They shouldn't have scheduled it for then, it should be common sense that I'm gonna be late." Louis huffed, grabbing his suit jacket.

"Unfortunately the world doesn't revolve around you." Niall sighed practically dragging his best mate out of the hotel room.

They rushed into the taxi that would be taking them to the venue, cheeks flushed with the exercise.

"I bet Harry's gonna look handsome." Niall nudged Louis in the backseat. "You excited to see him?"

"Ni, I'm gonna need you to calm down." Louis scoffed at Niall's playfulness.

Niall shrugged. "I'm just saying, you're gonna see him standing up there at the front. I don't want you to have a stroke and start crawling to him on your knees at the sight of him in a suit."

Louis gasped, slightly insulted. "I'll have you know I'm slightly more composed than that."

"Key word being slightly." Niall chuckled as the taxi pulled up to the beautifully decorated venue.

"You two made it just in time." Anne said ushering the friends in to the well decorated garden.

The smiling pair were lead to their seats, a sense of anxiety rushed over Louis, he began fidgeting nervously with his sleeves. Niall noticed his anxiousness and held his hand tightly, stopping him from adjusting further.

"Thanks, by the way." Louis said softly. "For taking me to the wedding rather than Amelia."

"Get your facts straight, mate. I didn't get invited, I'm your plus one." Niall corrected. "And, I'd take you to as many weddings as you want."

"Oh my god, don't say you're in love with me, I can't break any more hearts." Louis placed a hand over his heart in a theatrical way just as the wedding begun and people were walking out. The soft swelling of the strings were making Louis forget who was there.

His eyes locked on green eyes that were stood right at the front. Niall was right, the suit looked so deliciously good on him, Louis loved the suit, but he also wanted to rip it off and lick Harry's body.

He took a deep breath to compose himself. "This isn't my wedding." He breathed softly as a reminder, sending a soft smile to Harry who was stood at the front. Harry smiled back carefully before his eyes were drawn to the beautiful bride walking down the aisle. 

She was gorgeous, the gown was complete with intricate lace detailing, her hair done so nicely, she walked down the aisle so gracefully.

No wonder Harry's breath caught as she entered. Louis and the rest of the guests stood up and watched her walk, her smile bright, dimples deepening with the attention at her wedding. Louis thought she looked so beautiful, her bouquet stood out so perfectly in this flowery venue, something he would not have chosen for his own wedding on account of his allergies, but it was still incredibly pretty.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Louis whispered to Niall.

"What?!" Niall said a bit too loud, earning some glares from the people around them. "I have a girlfriend, I'll have you know. I love her, no one else."

"You can still admit another woman is pretty." Louis whispered and rolled his eyes as they all sat.

"Fine, but only because it's her wedding." Niall blushed as the wedding began.

Louis tried to care, he really did. But he honestly hated weddings, this one in particular. His allergies were acting up, the sun was too bright, and the vows were too long. It was clear the couple really loved each other since they couldn't stop talking and crying over it. Louis internally vowed that his wedding one day would be shorter and less emotional.

"I hope you know you're groaning out loud." Niall nudged the bored boy harshly.

Louis shrank in his seat. "Sorry, just bored."

Louis caught Harry's eyes again. Harry smiled at him, Louis returned it with a sneeze, earning death glares from members of Harry's family, and the other family. Thoroughly embarrassed he tried to sneak out, but Niall held him in place and whispered to him that it was rude to leave in the middle of a wedding, so he stayed. He stayed through the whole thing, proud that he held it together.

"You may now kiss the bride." Louis clapped proudly for the couple, truly happy for them. He wished them the best.

The crowd all cheered as the couple walked down the aisle together followed by the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Now they were all headed to the reception in a large tent just past the garden.

Niall and Louis found their table, it wasn't near the front, but it wasn't far from it. They sat down, hungry for some food, or at least Niall was, when they were joined by more people.

"Hey lads." Zayn said pulling out a chair for himself, Liam sitting next to him.

"Surprised you made it Tommo. Harry said you might not come." Liam said, pleasantly surprised of Louis attendance.

Louis flushed under the attention. "I-um, I wasn't feeling so well yesterday, but I feel better now."

"Happy to hear that you're feeling better." Zayn said sipping his wine.

The late afternoon continued, drinks were circling, Louis was feeling more comfortable at the wedding.

The dancing began not long after the meal ended, Louis and Zayn danced together, since Liam and Niall did not care to dance. They danced a little chaotically, not really caring if anyone thought they were insane, the drinks helped with that.

Louis danced until he was pulled away softly, being guided out of the tent and pushed up against a tree before having lips on his lips. It didn't take long for him to give in, pulling at the suit, trying to pull him closer until he remembered where they were.

"Ha—I—no, we can't do this here." Louis said breaking the kiss, but that didn't stop Harry. He began kissing down Louis' neck, sucking bruises into his jaw unapologetically.

"Why not." He had managed to mumble against Louis' neck.

Louis let out a laugh, trying to cover up the moans he was on the verge of exposing. "You—wedding—I—fuck."

"So coherent, doll." Harry pulled back with a smirk. "I feel like I haven't seen you all day."

"You were sat at the bridal party table." Louis chuckled

"So? That doesn't mean I can't see you." Harry went back to attacking Louis' neck, though they both knew that this was not the time or place to have sex.

"Da—Haz, not here. Please?" Louis was on the verge of begging. If it had gone much further he might've ended up on his knees, and not because he was begging.

Harry pulled back with a grin. "Alright, later."

Louis blushed and tried to change the subject, though Harry's hands were still on him. "She was beautiful."

"Yeah, not as beautiful as you, though." Harry said, his hands squeezing Louis' waist.

Louis smacked him lightly on the chest. "Harry! You can't say that! No one is prettier than a bride at her own wedding, that's the rule."

"Eh, Gemma can take it. Plus, I'd hate to lie to you and say that she was prettier." Harry smirked.

"You should be nicer to your sister." Louis said quietly.

"Right, because you're an angel towards yours?" Harry teased.

Louis ignored him for a moment, the sun was setting and Harry looked angelic. His curls practically golden as the sun descended in the sky.

"Let's leave, the thing's practically over anyways." Harry suggested, tugging Louis' sleeve impatiently.

"No, you can't leave. You're the maid of honour." Louis said stubbornly, dragging his boyfriend back inside.

"At least give me a proper kiss before I have to make sure mum doesn't present a slideshow of Gemma's most embarrassing moments. Gemma told me to be on the lookout for that." Harry chuckled.

Louis' eyes sparkled as he went on his tiptoes to plant a kiss on Harry's lips, his arms looping around his neck as Harry pulled him closer by the waist.

"Break it up, lovebirds." Niall scoffed loudly.

"Just because you're the only one here without a partner doesn't mean you get to be snarky." Harry teased, pulling away from Louis.

"Oi, I didn't know being Louis' plus one meant that I'd get my date stolen by you." Niall teased back.

"Sorry you didn't get an invite, it's just that Gemma doesn't really know you." Harry apologized honestly.

Niall waved it off and sipped his beer. "No worries, I know how to have a good time."

Harry leaned in and whispered in Louis' ear. "When do we get to have a good time?"

"Tonight? Your hotel room?" Louis said with a grin dancing on his lips.

"Oh my god, keep it in your pants." Niall scoffed before sauntering off to find someone else to talk to.

"Glad I'm not sharing a bed with him again tonight. Last night he was snoring like he was a jet engine." Louis giggled mostly to himself.

Harry squeezed his waist. "I'll see you tonight then. I should get back to my mum."

"Bye Daddy." Louis whispered slyly before walking away with a cocky smirk on his face as he felt Harry's gaze linger.

—♡— 

They didn't see much of each other for the rest of the night, not until they were pulling at each other's clothes once in Harry's hotel room. 

"I don't want to hurt you!" Harry said sharply, no wavering in his voice as he spoke.

Tears prickled in Louis' eyes as he looked at Harry. "Then don't fucking hurt me." He spoke with slight edge in his voice.

The pair had been dating for two years now, and their relationship hadn't come easy. No fault to either of them, they truly loved each other, but with their own emotions getting in the way, it can be tricky.

For Harry's first time in a proper relationship, he wasn't doing as bad as he thought. Sure, the jealousy was off the charts, but they worked together to identify the triggers for it and calm his nerves with ease.

Louis had always had a thing about trust, he needed to trust not just his partner, but the people he surrounded himself with on a daily basis. He hated being treated like a child, or like he was inept because of his age or profession, but Harry had always been able to defend him.

So here they were, the night of Gemma's wedding, the night before the first day of school, the last day of summer, the last day where Louis would have Harry all to himself.

"Get on with it, you're allowed to hurt me, y'know." Louis snapped, impatient.

Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry if I wanted to be cautious with the man I love."

"I think the man you love can fucking take it." Louis said with a sassy tone. Though, no matter how sassy his tone was, he was unable to do anything about it as he was handcuffed to the hotel bed.

"Oh you can, can you?" Harry cocked a brow.

Louis tugged helplessly at the handcuffs. "H, if you don't get your cock in me right now, I will—"

"You'll what?" Harry interrupted with a chuckle. "I think you're quite stuck like this, darling."

Louis huffed in annoyance. "Daddy." He whined softly, feigning need, emanating impatience.

"So desperate." Harry said darkly, lining up his dick with Louis. "Begged to be fucked without prep."

Breathy whines filled the room, Louis was well aware how they got in this situation, now he'd very much like to be fucked by his boyfriend.

"It's alright baby, I'll give you what you're craving." Harry said before slowly pushing into him, the air getting knocked out of his lungs at the tightness of his boyfriend. It was surreal, how Louis worked in porn, got fucked practically daily, and was still this tight. 

"Fuck—Daddy, move!" Louis practically screamed.

Harry squeezed his throat a little. "Quiet baby, don't want to get in trouble and get kicked out of the hotel, do we?"

Louis shook his head, desperate not to make any more sounds. 

"Say it."

"No Daddy, don't want to be kicked out, please." He let out in a whiney tone.

Harry kissed his nose. "There you go darling, that's more like it."

"Please, more, move." Louis was blabbering, not exactly sure if the words were coming out right, but he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Very polite, such a good boy." Harry said as he used his thumb to wipe at Louis' tears. Then he began moving with no mercy, long deep thrusts with a rapid tempo.

It was clear Louis was trying to stay quiet, but it seemed a little difficult with the accuracy and frequency at which Harry was hitting his prostate. Harry squeezed Louis' throat again as a reminder to shut up, and Louis' eyes rolled back in his head at the pleasure.

"Are you going to shut up, or will I have to make you shut up myself?" Harry questioned, slowing down his thrusts, a furrowed brow emphasizing his words.

"I'll shut up, I'll be good. I'm good?" Louis tripped over his words.

"We'll see." Harry said before resuming his speed.

Louis was trying to turn his head to bury his face in the sheets to muffle the sounds he was making, but it wasn't working. Harry was just so fucking good at sex that it made it impossible to be quiet.

Harry grew frustrated at that and pulled out, making Louis whine at the loss of dick in him.

"I told you to shut up, and you didn't. Now I have to do it myself." Harry grumbled flipping Louis over onto his knees, pushing his face into a pillow. 

Louis let him do whatever he wanted, he wanted it too.

Harry turned Louis' face to the side for a moment and brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "What's your colour, darling?"

Louis keened at the softness in his voice. "Green." He moaned out earning a low chuckle from Harry.

Harry pushed his face back into a pillow and shoved himself back into Louis. "That's it, can barely hear your noises now, slut."

They both knew Louis was close to the edge, so with a few shallow thrusts and grinding his hips against Louis' arse, Harry added a few strokes to Louis' cock and he was coming undone beneath him.

"Get on your knees, baby." Harry said sharply, pulling a hiss out of Louis when he took himself out.

Louis scrambled to his knees in a hazy fog before he began to suck Harry's dick to his heart's content.

When Harry began to grow close he grabbed the back of Louis' head and thrusted himself deep in his boyfriend's mouth to bring himself closer and closer towards an orgasm.

Right before Louis could fill his mouth with the taste of victory, Harry pulled him off of his cock. Louis was about to protest, when he saw Harry began jerking himself off right in front of him. 

Before he could say anything, Harry was coming all over his face and chest.

"Was I good?" Louis croaked out with a broken voice.

Harry wiped some come off Louis' eye with his thumb before shoving it into Louis' mouth. "So fucking good, doll."

"Thanks Daddy." Louis mumbled around Harry's thumb.

Harry couldn't fight his smile. "Don't do that Lou, I'm too tired for another round." Harry said as he sat back down on the bed.

"What?" Louis feigned innocence. "I'm just thanking my Daddy for what he's done for me." Louis teased and sat upon Harry's lap, straddling him.

"Right, of course you are." Harry returned the teasing smirk, pushing a finger into Louis and watching Louis' face change. "Too sensitive?"

Louis would never admit he was too tired for another round. "Nope, I just think you need some rest old man."

"Right, thanks for reminding me." Harry said lifting Louis off his lap and laying him on the bed before heading to clean them up. When he returned with a wet towel to wipe Louis clean and change the sheets, knowing better than to tease a sleepy Louis.

After two years of dating, Harry learned a lot about Louis' habits. And he loved it all.

If there was anything he'd change... well, then he'd change his own mindset because Louis is perfect... despite his grumpiness when he's tired.

After sex, or when Harry has to leave for work in the mornings, Louis is grumpy beyond belief.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Louis mumbled when Harry finally settled into the hotel bed beside him.

Harry didn't even need to think about it. "You."

"Obviously." Louis scoffed before yawning. "What time do we have to leave tomorrow?"

"I have to leave early early early in the morning to make it back in time for school. I figured you'd get a ride back with Niall so you could sleep in." Harry said tracing a tattoo on Louis' chest.

"You do really love me." Louis smiled softly, letting his body give in to sleep. "I love you so much."

"I love you more than you know." Harry said in return.

—♡— 

A few months later Harry's grown busier with work. Louis doesn't mind, in fact he picks up around the home when Harry gets stressed with work. Sometimes he even finds himself cooking for the both of them, something that Louis swore he would never do for anyone.

During one of Louis' daily snooping sessions around the house, he once again ended his pointless search in Harry's office. They didn't have any secrets, so Louis never got much satisfaction out of his snooping for a while now, but it was just habit.

He liked to know what Harry is up to at work, since Harry doesn't like it when either of them talk about work with each other, so this was his little trick to learn more. 

Not much was that interesting, he read over some horrible screenplays that Harry's students must've written, a modern interpretation of Hamlet, scripts for the upcoming play and the theatre budget.

Sometimes, if he's lucky, he can find future presents that Harry's bought for him and hidden in a box under a bunch of random cables. So to end his snooping he searched in that box that was hidden behind the rubbish bin under the desk.

"I am so much better at hiding gifts." Louis mumbled to himself as he took out the knot of cables to see if there was anything hidden under there. It's been a few weeks since he's gotten a gift from Harry, not that he expects them, in fact he prefers buying things for Harry. He likes feeling like a provider for Harry, it's slightly empowering.

Just as he pulled out the last cable and didn't find anything, he saw it, a small black velvet box.

Louis is not an idiot, sure he barely finished school, but he had enough experience in the world to know what was in that small box.

This wasn't completely unexpected, they've been dating for two years now, and the look on Harry's face at Gemma's wedding a few months ago was so sparkling that Louis knew he'd eventually propose, but to see it now was surprising.

He loved Harry, there was no doubt about that, but now he's upset.

He started pacing the office, unsure how to feel.

He's happy, he's going to get married to Harry.

He's nervous, he'll have to plan a wedding.

He's upset, he's ruined the surprise.

He walked back over to the box, and pulled out the velvet box, opening it just to ensure he wasn't completely delusional, and there it was. 

Sparkling brightly in the centre of the box was a ring, a diamond ring, a pretty ring. He shut the box, threw it back in the bin, covered it back up with the cables and shoved it back under the desk and ran to the bedroom.

Once completely submerged under the sheets he let himself ponder. When would Harry propose? When did Harry buy the ring?

It's been a while since Louis' looked in that box, maybe a week or two?

The proposal.

It ruined Louis' perception of his relationship, he was on edge for a week, waiting for Harry to propose. Every romantic gesture was met with anticipation of an engagement.

That made his life difficult since Harry loved to shower him in romance.

When they came home from a romantic candle lit dinner one night Louis was exhausted of waiting for the proposal. After their sip of wine, as their entrees were served, before dessert, after dessert, when Harry stopped the car on the side of the road to look at stars.

And now here they were, sitting in the kitchen as Louis reheated his leftovers with a sour expression on his face, growing impatient for Harry to propose.

"Lou, baby, come here a moment?" Harry called from upstairs.

Louis ditched the food and raced up the stairs, finding Harry on the balcony.

"Hi love, did you need something?" Louis asked, putting on his most polite smile and angelic voice.

"Yeah, look down there. I think those birds are having sex." Harry said pointing down at the bush.

"Oh for Christ's sake." Louis huffed out, upset that after this ordinarily romantic night, Harry wasn't proposing, he was watching birds go at it.

"What? Is something the matter?" Harry drawled, a confused look on his face.

Louis dragged a hand down his face. "No, just tired, that's all."

"Do you want me to bring your food upstairs and you can eat in the bath?" Harry asked, kissing at Louis' neck.

"That would be lovely, thanks Haz." Louis forced a smile as he watched Harry head down to grab the leftovers.

Louis decided it would be best to forget about it, it was only going to eat at him further until he exploded with frustration at his boyfriend, so he decided to let it fall from his mind.

Unfortunately, his brain refused to listen to him and the knowledge of the ring refused to leave him alone.

"Ni, help me." Louis groaned, flopping onto the couch in his dressing room.

"Maybe ask for my help once you're wearing more clothes." Niall offered, tossing a robe at him.

Louis glared but threw it on to appease his friend.

"Now, what sort of advice can I offer you?" Niall asked sitting across from him.

"Harry's proposing."

"He proposed! That's so fucking exciting, is this you asking me to be your best man?" Niall asked excitedly, jumping up.

Louis shook his head. "No, he hasn't proposed. Not yet. He will though, I found the ring."

"You were snooping again?" Niall raised his brows, unimpressed.

"I happened to find it while using my eyesight in his office. It caught my attention, I now know of its existence."

"So you snooped and found it."

"If you must insist on that wording." Louis rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I found it almost three weeks ago, and it's killing me. He keeps doing romantic things, and I get my hopes up, and then it doesn't happen and I get upset for no reason."

"Okay, well I don't know how to help with that one. I mean, you shouldn't have been snooping." Niall shrugged.

"Unhelpful," Louis scoffed. 

Niall gave him a look, but continued. "Does he know that you're snooping? Maybe he meant for you to find it and ask about it?" 

Louis turned away sheepishly. "He—no, he doesn't know. He's so shit at hiding gifts, always in the same spot, and I've been good at acting surprised. If he knew that I snooped, he'd hide the presents somewhere else and then I'd have to put more effort into finding them so I can know what to expect."

"You are such a control freak." Niall laughed.

Louis swatted his arm. "I am not, I just like to know things before I am supposed to, just so I can con—so I can manage my expectations."

"Right, sure." Niall rolled his eyes again. "I say, calm down. Harry will propose eventually, he loves you too much not to."

"Ugh, you are so unhelpful." Louis groaned and laid down. "We're going out for dinner again tonight, for like the fifth time in the past two weeks. I'm dying."

"Oh no, your boyfriend loves and adores you." Niall mocked.

"Get out of here." Louis said shooing Niall out so he could get dressed for dinner tonight.

—♡— 

About a month later Louis had enough, he was so close to snapping, the sharp chill of the November air made his impatience even more prominent. He wondered if he had done something wrong to upset Harry and that's why Harry wasn't proposing? Or maybe Harry was proposing to someone else, a mistress perhaps?

"You look beautiful tonight, darling." Harry smiled, pressing a kiss into Louis' hair.

"I'm in four layers and shivering." Louis said confused. "I'm sure I've got snot dripping out my nose."

"Still, you're gorgeous." Harry chuckled, offering Louis a tissue from his pocket.

"You're just buttering me up because I got you a new laptop." Louis teased with a grin.

Harry nodded. "Just using you for your money."

"Good, you need me." Louis said as he wiped his nose.

"I always will." Harry said as he opened the car door for Louis.

"Really?" Louis' grin faltered, because if Harry still loves him and still needs him, then why isn't he proposing?

Harry got in the drivers seat confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, well, sometimes. It's probably something that I've done." Louis tried to make sense of his emotions. "I mean, have I done something to piss you off?"

Harry was taken back, he wasn't sure why Louis was upset all of a sudden. "No, you could never piss me off."

"Okay, well clearly that's not true." Louis crossed his arms, knowing he was being a little too dramatic. "I thought you weren't going to lie to me anymore."

"Louis, I swear, I'm not upset with you in the slightest. I promise." Harry said, squeezing Louis' thigh for emphasis.

"Whatever, I just wanna go home, I'm tired." Louis huffed, looking out the window.

Confused, Harry still complied, keeping his hand on Louis' thigh the entire drive.

As they pulled up to the house, Harry was careful with Louis, unsure why he was in a bad mood. After all, they've just had a perfect and romantic night at this restaurant Louis has been talking about for ages, yet Louis seemed upset after all that, so Harry proceeded to take him to this pretty fountain in the park, but as they left the park Louis was still upset.

The next morning Louis knew he fucked up, getting angry at Harry, he did his best to apologize by making him breakfast in bed. 

Two things wrong with that idea.

One: Louis can't cook for shit, in fact he's more likely to burn the house down.

And two: Louis can't wake up earlier than Harry to save his life.

"Louis, baby, want me to make you some breakfast?" Harry whispered into Louis' ear as he slept.

Louis sat up quickly. "Harry, go to sleep. I need to do something."

"I was just—"

Louis interrupted him. "No, shut up. Go to sleep, I'll be back in thirty."

Without giving Harry a moment to respond, Louis rushed downstairs, falling down the last three steps. "Fuck, I'm okay!"

He quickly ran to Harry's office, he needed to check on the ring, it's been over a month since he's let himself see it. Quietly opening up the door and pulling out the bin, digging under the cables, he found the ring box. He opened it and admired how it sparkled in the morning sunlight before shoving it back where it was hidden.

He got started on breakfast after putting everything back where he found it, mixing the pancake batter messily. He accidentally dropped a whole egg in, it broke and there was a bunch of shell in it, he did his best to scoop it out. Everything just seemed to want to go wrong, the mess was only building.

Harry eventually came downstairs after a string of cursing and the smoke detector going off. "What are you doing?" He asked with a chuckle.

Louis jumped at the surprise of Harry behind him before letting out a sad sigh. "I wanted to make you breakfast because I was mean to you last night, and it's shit, I'm shit."

"No, you're not. It's not your fault that you've never had to learn to cook, in fact I love cooking for you, I never want you to have to learn." Harry said pulling in Louis for a hug, despite getting himself covered in pancake batter now.

"I was rude to you last night, I wanted to apologize." Louis mumbled into Harry's chest.

"Darling, why were you upset?" Harry asked, rubbing Louis' back soothingly.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" Louis' voice was muffled as he spoke in an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Harry pulled him away slightly so he could look into his eyes, lifting his chin up a little. "Can you repeat that?"

Louis shook his head, just not wanting to talk about it anymore. He dropped his gaze to the ground and started to shift to get out of Harry's grip.

"Lou..." Harry said slowly, tightening his hold on his boyfriend.

Louis looked back at him, tears in his eyes. "You never proposed to me."

Harry's grip on Louis faltered slightly, unsure how they ended up in this situation. "What are you on about? Why do you think I was going to propose?"

"It's stupid, just forget it." Louis grumbled, leaving the kitchen and burying himself under a blanket on the couch.

"Louis, you're not stupid. Can you please just tell me what's going on?" Louis could feel the couch dip from where Harry must now be sitting beside him.

Louis huffed and threw the blanket to uncover his face. "I found the ring, I found it months ago, I've been waiting for it, but it seems like I've done something wrong that makes you not want to marry me anymore."

Unable to find the words fast enough caused Louis to storm off to another room as Harry sat there shocked. Eventually his brain caught up and he chased after Louis. "Baby, you've done nothing wrong. I promise."

"Oh really?" Louis sassed with his hands on his hips as he started throwing clothes in a bag.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Harry asked, watching Louis storm around the bedroom throwing random things in.

"I'm not going anywhere, this is for you. I need you to leave, I'm embarrassed enough as it is." Louis said zipping up the bag and shoving it at Harry.

"Louis, I'm not leaving." Harry said dropping the bag on the ground.

"Okay, great. Then I guess I'll go." Louis said picking up the bag and heading for the bedroom door.

"Can you just stop and breathe for a moment, think about this?" Harry said blocking the doorway so Louis couldn't escape.

Louis grunted. "Move, Hazza."

"No, we're talking about this." Harry demanded, picking Louis up and throwing him over his shoulder before placing him back on the bed and wrapping him up in the blanket.

"Haz—"

"No, Louis. I'm talking." Harry interrupted harshly, so Louis shut up. "I love you, so much, okay? So very much. I love you so much that I want to marry you. I had a big proposal planned for next month, but since you want to spoil the surprise for yourself, you now know about it."

Louis stayed quiet, but Harry could tell he was still processing the words.

"I was going to take you up to Doncaster, we were going to go skating on a rink up there, and I bought you a stuffed bear. We were going to go to this cute diner that your mum told me you loved, after that I was going to take you out for ice cream because you've told me on numerous occasions that there isn't one right season to eat it. Then we'd get home, I'd cook you a nice dinner, then we'd sit by the fire and I'd propose to you then."

"You're not just pulling my leg?" Louis questioned, unsure if Harry was just saying this to not piss him off.

"For fucks sake." Harry huffed, leaving the bedroom quickly. Louis sat up and got out of bed when Harry suddenly returned. "Hey, no, sit."

"I'm not a dog." Louis grumbled quietly.

"Here's my texts with your mum, we've been planning this since august." Harry gave his phone to Louis and Louis took a seat on the bed.

"Then why did it take so long to propose? Why not do it when you got the ring?" Louis asked as he looked through the texts that stretched back months.

"I wanted everything about it to be perfect." Harry said slowly, shifting on his feet.

Louis gave the phone back. "I—I'm sorry. I was impatient, and sneaky, and rude, and just horrible."

Harry swiped his cheek with his thumb. "Darling, no. I should've known you'd find it. It's not your fault."

Louis gave him a look. "Of course it is, Haz. I got snappy with you, I got upset with you, I shouldn't have done any of that. I shouldn't have looked through your things."

"Lou, trust me, it's all fine. I mean, you would've found the ring sooner or later." Harry chuckled as he scratched his neck.

"I've ruined the proposal." Louis whined, desperate for Harry to be at least a little upset.

Harry shook his head and knelt on the ground. "Louis William Tomlinson, I love you more than I knew even possible. Will you—"

"Wait!" Louis shouted in fear, rushing to put his hands on Harry's shoulders.

Harry snapped out of his daydream. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I—no, I don't want you to be doing this because you think you have to. I don't want to force you to do this just because I found the ring."

"Lou, that doesn't change the fact that I want to marry you." Harry furrowed his brows with an amused laugh. "I mean, if anything it makes me want to marry you more, since you already know about it, I just want to marry you right now."

"Now?" Louis cocked a brow, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Baby, I'd run down to city hall and get those papers right now." Harry chuckled. "Unfortunately, your mum knows about the proposal, and wants to have a big wedding."

"I want that too, I can't wait. I'm going to marry you!" Louis squealed in excitement. "Oh shit, I've gotta call Niall."

Harry watched as Louis sped out of the room, he got up and followed him. "I mean, typically the newly engaged couple can engage in some premarital sex..."

But it was too late, Louis was already on the phone. He pushed Harry to sit on the couch before sitting in his lap. "Ni, guess what?"

"How the fuck should I know? One time you said that and it was when you got that vibrator." Niall said as he chewed something.

"Okay, this is better than a vibrator." Louis encouraged Niall to guess, but Harry—only hearing half of the conversation—was left confused how they got there.

"Just tell me, I'm on set right now." Niall huffed and Louis could hear a door shutting in the background.

"Harry finally proposed!" Louis squealed into the phone.

"Heyyy!" Harry drawled, "What do you mean 'finally'?"

Louis shrugged. "Doesn't matter, love."

"I'm so happy for you Lou! Can I come by after work and we'll go for drinks?" Niall suggested.

"Yes, please! I'm so excited, I can't wait. I have to call everyone!" Louis said before hanging up and calling the next person.

"I guess I'll make us some breakfast." Harry smiled and Louis nodded gratefully.

—♡— 

"You're probably wondering why I've gathered you all here." Louis said proudly to the table.

"You're engaged." Zayn spoke evenly.

Louis ignored him and continued. "This announcement has been years in the making."

"You're engaged." Zayn repeated, earning a kick from Liam.

"Let's go to the very beginning." Louis cleared his throat. "It all started with a man who refused to admit he liked my arse."

"Okay, I think they get the picture." Harry interrupted with a flushed face.

"Eventually I got him over that hurdle, and now he won't stop sticking his dick in it." Louis said with a sentimental sigh.

"Ew." Niall grimaced, earning a pet on the head from Louis.

"So, with you all. I'd like to officially announce that I have successfully turned a straight man, gay." Louis raised his glass in toast, and was joined by Zayn and Niall.

"You made that speech two years ago." Liam cocked a brow. "What's new?"

"They're engaged." Zayn said again.

Louis stood up proudly, ignoring Zayn once more. "I'm so glad you asked, my dear Lima bean."

"You're engaged, you're gonna get married." Zayn mumbled into his glass.

"As you know, Harry has fallen head over heels in love with me." Louis began.

Harry squeezed his hip.

"As I have with him, yes. I was getting there, love." Louis said to his fiancé. "And with great pride and ego, I'd like for you all to meet my fiancé."

"Called it." Zayn scoffed, earning a glare from Harry.

"Wow, lads, that wonderful. I'm so happy for you." Liam said standing up to wrap Louis in a hug.

"I was the first to know?" Niall asked excitedly. "Fuck yeah, I know I was better than those two!"

"Watch it." Zayn mumbled before hugging Harry with some congratulations.

"When's the wedding?" Liam asked as they all sat back down.

"Fuck if I know." Harry chuckled.

Louis just shrugged. "I don't care, let's just drink!"

"Oh thank god, I thought you were getting married because you're pregnant." Zayn joked, earning a 'look' from Liam.

"Shots on Zayn!" Louis smiled brightly with his most innocent look.

Zayn grumbled, by obliged, ordering the first round of shots for the table.

Only a few rounds later until they were proper wasted, and it was perfect. Everything was perfect, Louis couldn't imagine his life any better than it was right now.

"Haz, kiss me." Louis grinned, looking up at Harry with a hand on his chest.

Harry smiled before capturing Louis' lips, holding him close in the pub.

"Keep it PG!" Niall said shoving between them. "Are we still going to the club?"

"If you want." Harry looked to Louis who nodded.

Hand in hand, the five of them burst into the club a little too drunk, but high on life.

"Fuck, I think I'm too old to go clubbing." Harry chuckled lowly in Louis' ear.

"You are 40." Louis teased sweetly.

"27." Harry corrected.

"Pushing 30." Louis added with a nod.

"Okay, maybe we should go." Harry joked, knowing he had no intention of leaving yet.

"It's fine, no one cares. Plus, what if I leave you for someone younger?" Louis asked with a smug look on his face.

"I don't think you'll like that, baby." Harry said, his hands gripping tighter on Louis' waist.

"Why's that?" Louis tilted his head and let his hips move to the music against Harry.

Harry nipped at his ear before responding deeply, "Because you love me."

Those simple words have been spoken back and forth so many times, but they had failed to lose their meaning. 

Those simple words still affected Louis the same way they always have.

"Careful, baby." Harry chuckled when he felt Louis' knees give out for a moment. "Just wait until we get home before you get on your knees for me."

Louis swatted at his chest. "I—you're—I love you."

"Never as much as I love you, but it's sweet how you try." Harry said softly before biting at Louis' neck and holding him tight so Louis wouldn't fall down.

—♡— 

"You have to switch the HDMI thingy." One of Harry's students instructed him as he fiddled with his projector.

The school had changed the projectors just as Harry had figured out the last system, so here he was looking like a fool in front of a bunch of teenagers.

"Okay, Hailey, did you wanna do it for me then?" He asked with a huff, inviting her up since she seemed so eager to tell him he was doing it wrong.

She blushed as she was called on, but begrudgingly stood and went to the front to figure it out.

"Why do we need to watch this?" One of the students asked.

Harry turned his focus to the class. "This is a classic, everyone needs a theatre piece that inspires you. This is mine."

Finally the laptop dinged and Harry spun to look to see if it was projecting. "Why is it not my screen?"

"It's extending your screen, you need to drag it from the laptop onto the projector screen." Another student chimed in.

Harry furrowed his brows. "I don't know what that means, I want to make it the same on both."

"Click on mirroring."

Harry clicked around his screen furiously "Where is that?"

"Who's that?" Someone else asked.

"Who's who?" Harry looked up at the class to find a student pointing at the projected screen.

"That—oh, that is my fiancé." Harry said slowly, unsure how to avoid it.

Louis was his background picture on his laptop.

He didn't want them to know that he was engaged to a gay porn star, but honestly, they really shouldn't know who Louis is.

"He looks familiar, did you bring him into class once?" One of the kids, Henry, spoke up.

Harry locked eyes with the student. He could see the moment when realization dawned on the student.

Henry turned red and froze. 

"Um, I might've." Harry said, not wanting Henry to feel or embarrassed.

"Was he one of the actors you brought in last year?" Hailey asked.

Last year Harry had invited a few stage actors in to help teach the students some advanced things for if they wanted to pursue drama post secondary, but no. Louis had not been one of them, he didn't want Louis to teach his students any of what he did.

"He's—ahem, yes. He's an actor." Harry was sure he was bright red, almost as red as Henry.

He continued clicking the laptop aggressively until it eventually mirrored.

After class he debated pulling Henry back and tell him not to share his information with everyone, but seeing his panicked expression, he assumed Henry wouldn't tell.

Henry wasn't out yet, but to be fair, everyone but him knew. He's a boy in theatre that wanted to do legally blonde.

Once Harry got home from school he found dinner waiting on the table.

"Is that you or is there a burglar?" He heard Louis' voice from upstairs.

"What would you do if I was a burglar?" Harry chuckled lightly, setting his bag down.

"Then I probably wouldn't show you what I got." Louis smiled as he hopped down the stairs and into Harry's arms.

"What did you get me, darling?" Harry asked before kissing Louis' head.

Louis smiled brightly, sitting at the table. "Well I ordered dinner for us and set it all up for us."

"I can see that, you even got my steak medium rare." Harry said sitting across from Louis at the table.

"Mhm, but that's not the best part." Louis grinned so hard the corners of his eyes crinkled. "I booked our wedding."

Harry looked up at Louis with so much love in his eyes. If there wasn't all these dishes in the way, he'd grab Louis and fuck him right here on this table. "You're kidding."

Louis shook his head.

"Did you get the date we wanted?" Harry questioned.

Louis nodded. "28 September."

"And it's at the venue you wanted?" Harry asked, knowing they had a minor disagreement about that, but ultimately decided on getting married in Doncaster.

Louis shook his head.

"Why not? Did you book London then?" Harry asked.

"Nope."

"Baby, I don't understand. Did you book a venue?"

"It's the Holmes Chapel venue, the one where your mum got married." Louis said before stuffing his mouth with food.

"I—I thought they weren't having anymore weddings there. They got rid of the church." Harry furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, well. You throw enough money at a problem and it goes away. They demolished the building years ago, but right next to it there's a big old home there that was converted into a museum. They don't do weddings there, but I pleaded with the owners, they're gonna let us get married there." Louis said with his mouth full.

Harry was flabbergasted. "You're kidding."

"Nope! It's right next to where your mum got married, so it's the same view. It's gorgeous, I made the museum owner FaceTime me and walk through." Louis wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And it's probably for the best that I don't get married in a church, I feel like that's just laughing in god's face. Ha, not only am I gay, but I'm also a slut that does porn!"

Harry chucked as he stood up, he walked around the table and hugged Louis tightly, kissing all over his face. "You're the most perfect person out there."

"Well, I'm starved so let me eat."

"Of course, but not without one last kiss." Harry said before pressing a quick kiss to Louis' lips.

"I have one more surprise for you!" Louis said pushing Harry away slightly.

"I don't think it can get any better than it is, baby." Harry said softly.

Louis rolled his eyes, taking Harry's hand and guiding it down his own body. Harry felt the curve of Louis' waist as his hand was guided down, down, down, and beneath the waistband. Then it hit the jackpot.

"Did you buy a new thong?" Harry asked, playing with the string of the panties."

Louis nodded bashfully.

"Can I see?"

Louis swatted at his hand playfully. "After dinner, eat first."

"How about I eat you?"

"Hazza..." Louis drawled

Harry huffed and went back to his seat. "Fine." He muttered before scarfing down his meal so he could taste Louis again.

—♡— 

"Okay, so I want the aisle here, the alter there. Seating all throughout here, it's going to be a big event, isn't it?"

"Mum, let's calm down on the wedding planning." Louis smiled and tried to settle his mum.

"My baby is getting married, I'm allowed to be excited." Jay squealed.

"I think you could be more excited." Anne added. "I think pretty lights to light up the hall. Have the band back there."

"I think we should just let our mums plan this wedding." Harry laughed softly in Louis' ear.

Louis looked at them then back up at Harry. "It would make this easier."

"What are you two gonna wear?" Anne asked excitedly from across the room.

"Mum, we've got nine months until the wedding. I don't know what we're eating for dinner." Harry called back before turning back to Louis.

Louis shrugged. "I mean, are we both just wearing black suits? That's so boring."

"I dunno, all I know is that you'd look stunning in anything." Harry smiled and slid his hand down Louis' body.

"And you look best in nothing, but I'm too polite to say that." Louis said with a sly smirk.

Harry had to take a minute to regather his thoughts. "Well—I—no. I was trying to say that if you don't want to wear a black suit, you don't have to."

"You just want to see me in a dress." Louis smacked his chest playfully.

"I'm just saying, ever since you were in that video, in that short skirt, I've been waiting for my turn to see it in person." Harry shrugged.

"Maybe on the wedding night, but I don't think a dress is for me." Louis thought for a moment. "I haven't see you in a dress before."

Harry tilted his head as if actually considering it. "I—I don't know. I think I'm too macho for that."

"You, macho? In what world?" Louis laughed loudly.

"Heyy, I'm macho." Harry whined a little.

Louis smiled. "I mean, you're tall, you're hot, you're strong, you're sexy, but I think you're too ambiguous to be macho. That's not an insult, I just think that you have soft features."

"So do you."

"Yeah, I know." Louis grinned. "All I'm saying is that, you don't have to wear a suit to be the man in the relationship. We're both men, but you can wear whatever you want to and still be a man."

"How did you get so wise. Is there secretly an old man inside of you?" Harry asked jokingly, taking Louis' hand as they walked towards their mums.

"Tonight there will be." Louis winked.

Harry didn't know whether to be turned on or offended.

"Are you two ready for dinner?" Anne asked as her and Jay walked back towards the couple and Harry had to hide his growing boner.

"Yeah, let's go." Louis smiled pulling Harry's hand away from covering his crotch. Luckily their mums were too distracted by the venue to pay mind to the bulge present in Harry's trousers.

As they followed the ladies out, Harry bend down and whispered huskily in Louis' ear, "You're gonna pay for that."

And Louis couldn't fucking wait.

—♡—

The restaurant was fancy, it was fancier than fancy. Louis insisted in paying no matter how insistent Anne was being, he had the money to spare.

"You have such a stubborn son." Anne chuckled as she reached for the menu.

Jay nodded fondly. "He's always been persistent, ever since he was young. He knows what he wants and he goes for it, not stopping until he had it."

"That's how I got Harry!" Louis smiled proudly, earning a squeeze on his upper thigh from Harry.

"And we're all lucky you did, I was beginning to think he'd never settle down." Anne teased her son, making him blush a little.

After they ordered their meals, and the wine started flowing, they started sharing stories.

"It was probably a year into their relationship too!" Anne squealed with Jay.

Jay had to put down her wine glass. "What did he say? How'd you take it?"

"Harry came over one day and just blurted out that Louis did porn. No explanation." Anne giggled earning a groan from HArry.

"It wasn't like that..." Harry tried to protest.

Anne shook her head. "Nope, you came over without warning, told me, and then left."

"Harold!" Louis swatted his fiancés arm.

"I was stressed, we had been dating for a while and I needed to tell my mum then or I never would've." Harry rationalized as he played with his napkin. "Just lucky she took it well."

Anne reached out and held Louis' hand. "Of course, I'd known you for a while, I was happy when Harry had told me you were dating, and I'm happy that he's happy."

"That's better than how mum took it when I told her." Louis giggled into his wine glass.

"To be fair, you were sixteen and told me you were dropping out of school." Jay said with a glare. "All of a sudden you told me you were moving to London."

"I can't believe you let him." Anne smiled curiously, her brows furrowed in a way that reminded Louis of Harry.

Jay shrugged. "I mean, he's ambitious, I don't think I could've stopped him if I tried. We didn't have a lot, barely getting by as it was, so when Louis came home from school and said he had a job that would move him out to London, I couldn't fight him on it. I didn't know it meant what it turned out to be, but I'm grateful for it in some ways, I suppose."

"I told her it was modeling." Louis snorted, a bit of wine coming out of his nose.

"Baby..." Harry drawled softly.

"I wanted to help!" Louis defended. "I like...having fun... so I figured if I got paid for it I could help out my family. And then it just sort of tumbled into something so much bigger."

"He eventually told me a year later, he said it so quickly, and then gave me a house as a distraction." Jay rolled her eyes.

Louis' eyes went wide. "Yeah, and you didn't speak to me for like a month. I had to convince you to accept the house too."

"It's sweet how close you two are." Anne smiled as she watched the mother and son reminisce. "Harry rarely tells me anything that goes on in his life."

"We don't have to tell each other everything!" Harry whined a little too much for someone his age. 

Anne smiled and shook her head before turning to Louis. "I must've forgotten, I need to see this ring! You've been engaged for two months and I haven't seen it yet!"

Anne reached for his hand and was met with silence.

"Did you lose it, love?" His mum asked.

"I—no, I don't know." Louis tried to recall the place he'd last seen his ring.

Harry tried to remember too. "Did you have it on the drive up, yesterday?"

"I don't know, I don't remember having it." Louis said trying to remember what it looked like.

"Did I give you the ring?" Harry asked, looking curiously in the distance.

"Did you give me the ring?" Louis parroted and was met with sudden laughter from their mothers.

"Darling, how did you forget such a vital part of the proposal?" Anne said, tears falling from how hard she was laughing.

Harry glared in response. "I dunno, mum. I guess my focus was on how much I loved Louis to think about such superficial things."

"Harry, be kind." Louis rolled his eyes.

"I love you two, but this is insane." Jay laughed loudly. "You two were so caught up in the proposal that you didn't give a ring."

"It's at home, it's in my office in a bin." Harry said rifling through his memories.

"We'll get it when we go home." Louis said with a kiss to Harry's cheek.

"So are you even engaged? I don't see a ring on a finger." Anne teased.

"For all we know, you're both single." Jay added with a smirk that reminded Harry of Louis.

"Fine," Harry grumbled, ripping a strip of the napkin and tying it around Louis' finger to resemble a ring.

"Haz, what the fuck is that?" Louis snorted out and held up his hand for the table to see.

"Engaged, done, moving on." Harry said trying to hide his smile as he rolled his eyes.

Louis smiled down at the makeshift right, staring at it fondly before looking up  and meeting Harry's eyes. "Fuck, I love you too much."

"Are you going to have children?" Jay interrupted their moment, earning a glare from Louis. "Sorry, continue one with your sappy moment."

When they got home that evening, it was late, they really just wanted to get to sleep, plus they both had work in the morning.

"Baby, wait." Harry grabbed Louis' wrist before he could head upstairs.

"Haz, I'm too tired to fuck tonight." Louis whined sleepily.

Harry chuckled lightly. "Not what I was stopping you for, love. I need to give you the ring before I forget again."

"We've been engaged for weeks, I think it can wait until morning." Louis groaned, resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder.

Harry kissed his head. "I'm sure, but it took me so long to find the perfect ring, and I think I'd like to see it on your finger."

Louis let him go and followed behind him into Harry's office. "I don't think I'm going to be one of those people who becomes obsessed with an engagement ring, I'm sure it's nice though."

Smiling, Harry knelt on the ground and dug around for the ring before turning to Louis. "Louis 'the love of my life' Tomlinson, will you continue to be engaged to me?"

"I'd be a fool to say no." Louis giggled, holding out his hand for Harry to put the ring on.

Harry stood up and kissed him deeply, holding him as close as he could.

"Then again I am a fool..." Louis mumbled against Harry's lips.

That earned a slap on the arse from Harry and a glare. "You're such a menace."

"You're the one marrying me." Louis said before planting a kiss on Harry's cheek.

—♡— 

"Louis, you're covered in hickeys." Niall deadpanned as soon as he walked into Louis' dressing room.

"Okay, and?" Louis scoffed, shaving his legs.

Niall plopped down on the couch. "I mean, you're not a teenager, is Harry really that animalistic?"

"You don't wanna know." Louis singsonged.

"What's the occasion?" Niall asked before pulling out a sandwich.

Louis grinned excitedly as he held out his hand with the gorgeous diamond ring that he had said he wouldn't be obsessed with.

"Okay, what's new? You get a new diamond added to it or something?" Niall asked with his mouth full.

"No," Louis scoffed. "I didn't get the ring until last night."

"Why? You got engaged in December."

Louis rolled his eyes. "I know that, we just forgot about the ring until yesterday."

"Okay, but you know you're going to have to take it off for work, right?" Niall chuckled awkwardly.

Louis froze, Harry would die. He knew Harry was still building up his tolerance to his job, but to actively take off his ring for a scene felt like betrayal.

"When do they need me on set?" Louis questioned, feeling his heart rate speed up.

"In about an hour at the earliest, I came in because there was some technical difficulties with the audio." Niall said, still lounging on the couch.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get some fresh air or something, I'll be back before shooting starts." Louis said pulling up his pants and grabbing his keys.

"Tell Harry I said 'Hi'." Niall said as he took another bite of food.

Louis went out to his car and called Harry, but it went to voicemail. Harry was probably in the middle of a lesson, he was at work shaping young minds in the field of drama.

He started the car and rushed off to the school where Harry worked. He parked horribly after 3 attempts before giving up, he ran inside and to the front desk. "Hi, can I get like, a visitors pass or something?"

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't just let anyone into the building, do you have a reason for your visit?" The old lady asked him.

"Yes, I need my fiancé. He's a teacher here, I need him for something." Louis was panting.

Seeing the distress on his face, she softened. "Okay, honey, what's their name, love?"

"D—Harry, Mr. Styles." Louis breathed out.

His brain was a little scrambled, whenever he was asked what Harry's name was when out of breath, he was typically getting fucked. 

"Alright, let's breathe for a minute while I call him down. Is that okay?" She asked.

Louis nodded gratefully. "Yes, thank you so much. That would be great."

Taking some much needed deep breaths, he heard her call the classroom. "Mr. Styles? We have someone here to see you, are you free to come down for a minute?"

Eventually she hung up the phone. "He's a little preoccupied at the moment and can't leave his class unattended, so he asked you to come to him. I'll show you the way."

Louis was sure she was being cautious that he wasn't some random creep or something. He also wasn't sure if Harry's coworkers knew Harry was bi, let alone engaged to a man.

"It's just through here." She smiled opening on of the doors to the theatre.

Louis was met with the sight of Harry helping his students learn stage cues. At the sound of the door opening he looked up. "Lou! What are you doing here?"

Louis waited until Harry came over and distanced himself from his students before speaking. "I—I don't know, it's silly really. Can I talk to you in private?"

Harry glanced back at the lady who let Louis in. "Marlene, do you mind watching them for a minute?"

She nodded and Harry led Louis into the hall for some privacy. "What's wrong, doll?"

"I'm wearing a ring, Haz." Louis cried out softly.

Harry furrowed his brows. "I—well, yes. Do you regret it or something?"

"NO!" Louis shouted a little loudly. "God, no. I guess I just forgot that I can't wear jewellery on set, and I feel bad taking it off."

Harry cupped Louis' cheeks. "Darling, if you feel bad because of me, don't. Of course it'll upset me that the world will get to see you, but doesn't know that you're mine, but all that matters is that you're going home to me."

"Are you sure? I know you don't love my job, no matter how often you lie."

"Lou, I love you too much to even try to get in the way of your job. The stupid ring has nothing to do with it." Harry assured.

"It's not stupid." Louis said looking down at the ring fondly.

Harry cocked a brow and smirked. "Sure, darling. I just want you to know that I trust you with the world. I understand that you'll have to take off the ring, but you know what? You've still got the tattoos, you've got my bruises underneath all that makeup, I've got you, that's all that matters to me. So if you're stressing out about how I'll react when you have to take the ring off, don't. I knew what I signed up for when I fell for you, I knew what I was committing to when I bought that ring, I chose you over everything."

"Fuck, that was so incredibly corny." Louis snorted, wiping a stray tear away.

"Darling,"

"Thanks, is what I meant to say. Thank you for being so fucking incredible. I love you. I'll put the ring back on as soon as filming is done." Louis promised.

"No worries about that, I mean, you didn't wear a ring at all when we first got engaged." Harry chuckled at the memory.

"That's because we were a touch incompetent. We've grown up since then."

"Have we?" Harry bit back a bit of laughter.

"I mean, I have, but you're still a little childish..." Louis teased with a sparkle in his eye.

"Is that so?" Harry asked, tickling at Louis' sides.

Louis nodded petulantly. "But you should get back to class."

"And you have work as well." 

"Hold onto this for me?" Louis handed his ring to Harry. "Can you propose again tonight?"

Harry threw his head back with laughter. "Now that you have the ring you're gonna want me to do it every night."

"Is that a problem for you, Mr. Styles?" Louis cocked his head to the side, innocently.

"Nope, but I can make it a problem for you."

"I'd like to see you try," Louis teased, tugging Harry closer by the tie. "Daddy." He whispered.

"We're in a school." Harry was red and shifting awkwardly.

"Don't tell me you've never hooked up at school." Louis scoffed.

"I have a class right now."

Louis smiled and let go of his tie. "You're lucky I have to get back."

"So very lucky." Harry kissed Louis' forehead. "Are you sure you want me to hold onto it?"

"Mhm," Louis nodded, looking at the ring in Harry's palm. "Gives me a reason to come home."

"So you're only with me for the ring?" Harry joked. "I knew it, gold digger."

Louis snorted a laugh. "If I were with you for your money, I'd be a terrible gold digger. We'd be living on a teachers salary."

"Bye, baby." Harry said, squeezing Louis' waist one last time. "Do you want Marlene to walk you out?"

"No, I know the way. See you tonight, love." Louis said with a quick wave. He ran back to his car and rushed back to set, making it in time so no one realized he was gone.

—♡— 

"Can you drive me to the club tonight?" Niall asked after work one day.

"Sure, why?" Louis shrugged, getting dressed.

"I plan on drinking my arse off, and if I don't have to leave my car overnight, the better." Niall said grabbing his jacket.

Louis knew he wouldn't really be drinking tonight, he had promised Harry he wouldn't come home blackout drunk again.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Someone asked coming up behind Louis once the pair arrived at the club.

Louis spun to face the man. "I'm actually engaged..."

The man looked at Louis' hand. "I don't see a ring on that finger, so either he isn't serious, or you aren't."

Louis looked at his own hand, he had given Harry the ring again that morning, it had become a tradition that whenever Louis had to work he's give his ring to Harry and he would propose again that evening.

"I can assure you we are both quite committed, thank you for the offer, but I am taken." Louis chuckled and put some distance between him and the stranger, going to find Niall.

"Wanna drink?" Niall asked, offering up his drink to Louis.

"Sure." Louis said, desperately needing one and missing Harry. He knew that Harry stopped wanting to go out every night as he got older, Louis liked to joke that it was because he was an old man. Louis offered to stay in with Harry, but Harry insisted that it was probably good for Louis to hang around people his own age every once in a while.

"So you'll take a drink from him?" The man said again. "Is this the fiancé?"

Niall laughed loudly. "God I hope not, my girlfriend would kill me."

"I'm not interested, please let me hang out with my friend. Thanks." Louis said curtly and turned to face Niall again, walking away from the man.

"You alright? He seemed pushy." Niall asked once they were further from the man.

Louis shrugged. "Not the first time that's happened, plus, it gives me a reason to text Harry and tell him to come."

"I don't want to be aware of whatever weird possessive kink roleplay you're planning tonight." Niall said covering his ears obnoxiously.

Louis was already typing.

Louis: come please?

Harry: Didn't you just get to the club? You're already done?

Louis: 🙄 no but i think u should come to stop these guys from flirting with me

Harry: I'll be there soon, darling.

Louis: love u daddy 😉

"So, he's on his way?" Niall asked, bored as Louis pocketed his phone.

"Mhm, I can't wait." Louis was already picturing the sex. "I'm gonna head to the toilets and then dance until he gets here."

"Gonna try and make him jealous, aren't ya?" Niall rolled his eyes and ordered another drink.

Louis put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh Nialler, you know me so well."

Harry arrived by Uber, figuring that he'd drive Louis' car back home. When he walked in he was hit with a familiar smell, the scent of desperation and alcohol, it brought back memories of uni.

He scanned the dimly lit room, before his eyes landed on Niall, the bleached look was easy to spot in a crowd.

"Hey Niall, where's Louis?" Harry asked, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt to fit in a little better.

"He—was just here a second ago." Niall said looking around curious as to where his best friend had disappeared to.

"I'm sure I'll find him, drink responsibly." Harry said once he took note of Niall's drunken smile.

Niall sipped his drink again. "Okay, that 'daddy' shit may work for Louis, but you are not my father. I, for one, don't have daddy issues."

Harry just shook his head and went to look for his fiancé.

He spotted him dancing in a crowd of people, having fun.

He almost let it continue, almost let Louis continue to have fun, until he overheard someone yelling to their friend over the music.

"I'm so close, I know that pornstar is coming home with me, I can feel it." 

Harry turned to face him. "That's my fiancé." 

The lad laughed at him. "Sure, mate. I'm sure you believe that."

"I have his ring." Harry rolled his eyes at the guy.

"Right, okay. Nice talking with you, mate, but I've got a bed to warm."

Harry decided to see how this played out, so he let the man go try and talk with Louis.

"Hey, pretty. Care to dance?"

Louis turned to face him. "I'm actually in a relationship."

"I don't see him anywhere." 

"Okay, that doesn't mean he doesn't exist, silly." Louis swatted at the unknown man.

"What he doesn't know, can't hurt him." He said putting his hands on Louis' hips.

"Okay, this has gone on long enough." Harry said elbowing his way towards Louis.

"Hazza! You did come!" Louis exclaimed, throwing his arms around Harry's neck.

"You asked me to." Harry chuckled, kissing Louis' forehead and started to dance with him.

"Were you jealous?" Louis asked.

"Always," Harry smiled. "Which I why I brought this."

Louis held out his hand for Harry to put the ring on.

"Thank you, fiancé."

"Fuck, I love you." Harry said as Louis grinded his hips forwards.

Louis grinned innocent up at Harry. "Take me home, daddy."

"Fuck, Lou. We have to take Niall home." Harry said picking up Louis.

Louis wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, holding on tight. "Okay, better drive fast because I'd hate to give you a blowjob with Niall in the car.

Rushing towards Niall he got both of them into the car and drove towards Niall's flat. "Thanks for the ride, see ya soon Tommo!"

"I'm about to get a better ride." Louis singsonged, making Niall slam the car door.

"Lou, that was a little improper, don't you think?" Harry chuckled as he pulled the car away and begun the drive home.

"You gonna keep complaining, or are you gonna let me suck you off?" Louis said reaching for the zipper.

"Mm," Harry threw his head back. "Both."

Louis scoffed but pulled Harry's cock out of his trousers anyways. "So big, Daddy."

"Couldn't wait until we weren't on the road?" Harry asked breathlessly as Louis began placing wet kisses at the head.

"You looked too good, I need your dick now." Louis said as he began taking Harry further into his mouth.

One of Harry's hands tightened around the steering wheel as his other grabbed at Louis' hair. "Fuck, doll. So fucking good."

Louis pulled off for a moment. "Language, daddy."

That made Harry push his head back down until his cock hit the back of Louis' throat.

"So pretty, so lovely, princess." Harry groaned as he controlled Louis' head whilst driving.

Louis eventually felt the car come to a stop and soon enough both Harry's hands were in Louis' hair, guiding him up and down as the windows began to fog.

"Fuck Lou, come up. I wanna open you up for me." Harry pulled Louis up by the hair, to which Louis groaned.

"I have a plug in, didn't wanna wait." Louis moaned as Harry began mouthing at his neck.

"Darling, you didn't tell me that. You know I like to open you up." Harry said softly, pulling away slightly.

"I don't care, need you in me now." Louis said climbing over the centre console and into Harry's lap.

"No, darling. Get in the back, more room there." Harry said helping Louis get back there.

Once they were both settled in the back, Harry removed his trousers and pants. Louis removed the plug and grabbed a sachet of lube he kept in the car and handed it to Harry.

"C'mere, baby." Harry said lying down and covering his fingers in lube.

Louis sat on Harry's abs, and shivered as he felt Harry's fingers circle his rim. "Daddy, hurry."

"Need to be filled? Such an eager little slut I've got here."

Louis moaned at the words, pushing his hips back into Harry's hand.

"Ready, doll?" Harry asked, spreading the lube throughout Louis' hole.

"Please, daddy. Need it." Louis rasped as he felt Harry gently graze over his prostate.

"Whatever you want, darling." Harry said as he guided Louis' hips down and onto his cock.

"Oh fuck, yes! Daddy, yes!" Louis threw his head back and screamed, he hoped the neighbours could hear, he hoped he would lose his voice.

Harry grinned and dug his fingers into Louis' hips a little harder. "Ride me like the slut that we both know you are."

"Y—just your slut. Only you." Louis squeaked out as he began riding Harry like his life depended on it.

Harry groaned too. "There you go, so fucking pretty."

"Haz..." Louis whined out, his nails scratching lightly at Harry's chest and the diamond on his finger shimmered in the limited light.

"Need some help up there?" Harry cocked a brow.

"No." Louis said stubbornly. "Just give me a moment."

Louis adjusted his stance, and went back to bouncing up and down on Harry's cock.

Harry brushed Louis' fringe out of his eyes, sweat clinging to his forehead. "There you go, so gorgeous. So perfect. All mine."

"Yes, yours." Louis said as his heart rate settled and he began doing what he did best: Bringing Harry to an orgasm. "Daddy, you feel so good. So big and strong."

"Fuck." Harry groaned out at all the sensations going on right now. 

"Can feel you in here." Louis moved Harry's hand to his stomach where you could feel Harry's dick moving in and out of Louis. "So big, splitting me open."

"Keep going princess, I'm so close." Harry moaned out, his hand never leaving Louis' stomach, his eyes focused on the ring.

Louis smirked to himself as he shifted so Harry was hitting his prostate. "Come on, daddy. Fill me up with your cum, fill me with your babies."

"Oh shit, Lou, so fucking amazing. I love you so much." Harry tried to speak, but heat boiled in his body, desperate to come.

"Do it, daddy, fuck me full." Louis said as he kissed Harry's lips.

Harry grabbed Louis harder and fucked up into him harshly, squeaky moans leaving Louis' lips as he was held in place. 

"Taking it so good, such a good boy, perfect." Harry murmured softly between grunts.

"Come already." Louis whined against Harry's chest.

"You have to come first." Harry grunted, though they both knew Harry was closer to that edge.

"Make me come then." Louis whined out, trying to tease, but it sounded closer to begging.

Harry mouthed at Louis' nipple and with a spare hand he reached around and stuck his finger in Louis' arse beside his cock, earning a gut wrenching moan from Louis.

"Yes! Stretch me out, please!" Louis screamed in pleasure.

"You gonna cum? Be a good little boy and come?" Harry moaned out, stretching Louis further and humming around the nipple.

Louis nodded helplessly, wanting Harry to pleasure him. "Please daddy."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, daddy. Only you. I love you daddy." Louis said as tears rolled down his cheeks earning a smile from Harry.

"My sweet boy." Harry murmured before switching nipples. "Mine forever."

Louis looked at his ring and moaned louder at the thought. "Wanna marry you."

"You will, how 'bout you come first?"

"Need it, please!"

Harry wrapped a hand around Louis and mumbled against his nipple. "Come for daddy, baby."

Louis' vision whited out, he began feeling light and content, so fucking content. Harry kept lifting him up by the hips and pushing him down as if he were nothing but a toy, and Louis loved it.

"Use me, wreck me." Louis mumbled softly as Harry pulled Louis down harder.

With one last pull of Louis' body onto his cock, Harry held him down and came hard as deep as he could in Louis.

"You alright, baby?" Harry asked, looking down at the boy resting on his chest.

Louis nodded, not opening his eyes. "I love you so much."

Harry chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to Louis' head. "Let's go inside and get some sleep, huh?"

"Carry me?" Louis asked softly.

"Of course, let's just put my shirt on you to cover you up a little. Don't want your neighbours to see you like this or they'll try and steal you from me." Harry joked as he buttoned up the shirt on Louis.

It hung down mid thigh and Louis looked adorable, but he did look recently fucked out. His dopey grin, his gravelly voice, his glassed over eyes. If Harry hadn't just come down from one of the best orgasms of his life, he'd fuck Louis on the grass for the world to see.

As Harry carried Louis out of the car, Louis groaned softly. "Don't forget my plug."

Harry chuckled and shook his head before holding Louis tighter with one arm so he could use the other to reach for the plug. As he continued to head inside, he delicately pushed the plug back in him, making sure his cum was stuck in him now.

Louis moaned at that. "I love you."

"You have no idea what you mean to me." Harry responded as he brought him to bed and went to go clean them up.

Louis grabbed his arm. "Clean in the morning, just come cuddle."

Harry accepted his fate and climbed in beside Louis, holding him close under the sheets. Just as Louis began to drift off to sleep, Harry gently nudged the plug that was now resting against Louis' prostate, earning a soft moan and a feeble twitch from Louis' sensitive prick.

"You're the one I want, always." Harry kissed Louis' temple.

"I can't wait to spend forever with you, fill this home with memories, and picture frames filled with us, maybe even kids one day." Louis whispered softly.

Harry nodded and hummed. "No rush, darling. We have a while to figure it all out."

"Thank you, Harry. For everything." Louis sighed contently.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

Louis hummed. "You love me despite all my problems, my weird quirks that other people don't like, I like you a lot."

"I love you because of what makes you special. I want all your complications, I want to be wrapped up in your arms all the time, baby boy." Harry said peppering Louis' face with kisses.

"I told Niall I'd never find someone to love me."

"Thankfully you were wrong." Harry said quietly.

Louis huffed out a laugh. "I mean, we said the ideal guy for me is someone who doesn't get jealous, who's patient, and who can keep up with my sass, which is funny now looking back at it, because you don't fit those boxes, but somehow you're perfect to me."

"Heyyy." Harry drawled.

"We both know it's true, love." Louis said before kissing Harry languidly.

Harry hummed against Louis' lips. "Well, I thought the perfect person for me had boobs."

"Okay, we're done talking now. Go to bed." Louis laughed.

"If only I knew I'd fall for someone with a dick." 

Louis giggled sleepily. "One day I'll shove it up your arse if you don't let me sleep."

"One day I might let you, I'm not afraid anymore." 

"Fuck, you're hot." Louis said curling into Harry's side as they both fell asleep.