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It’s all Niall’s fault, really. He could lists his friends that he blamed for what he’s going to do tonight, but Niall is at the top of the list. He might not be the only one, but he definitely is number one.

Because Niall was his best mate and of course he was the first person to hear about Niall’s first time which happened literally last week. Harry was jealous, it was obvious. That Niall has a boyfriend and did the do.

Then his other friends found out about Niall, they were more proud than jealous, obviously. Which also made Harry jealous. Because now Harry was the only one in his friend group that hasn’t done it.

It shouldn’t be a big deal, no one’s forcing him to lose his virginity. They knew Harry doesn’t have a boyfriend, he won’t date anyone at school either.

“They’re all immature, I need a man.” Harry always say after he rejected a date. They’re all good looking, some of them are smart and some are even out of Harry’s league, as Nadine would say, yet Harry still won’t give them a chance.

They, Harry’s friends that is, knew Harry got a thing for older guys, or as Harry like to put it “more mature guys” they knew because Harry did spend year nine drooling over the new gym teacher. Of course a year later he found a better job and left, Harry was upset that he never get to confessed his feelings but Mr. Daniel would’ve leave sooner if he knew a teenage boy had a crush on him.

Then later next year all Harry could talk about was his hot neighbor that moved in next door.

“It’s a shame he’s got a wife and she’s pregnant.” Harry pouted when he told his friends about Jason.

That crush didn’t last long, Niall repeatedly told him it was not appropriate at all to wank over a married guy that literally lives next door and Harry knew Jason was too straight to be true.

Then there’s Harry’s mum’s new intern, he wasn’t as old as Harry’s past crushes. He was in his last year of university, at least that’s what he said when Harry’s mum’s invited him to dinner along with her other colleagues. Harry spent the rest of the night wanking to the thought of him and told his mum he wanted to go to to Tom’s university once he finished school. His mum, bless her, thought he meant he wants to study what Tom is studying and was really influenced by Tom and his university talks.

But what Harry was thinking was, there’s probably a lot of boys as hot as Tom in his uni.

Anyway, university is still a few years away and Harry doesn’t want to be inexperienced by then. He knows he’s never gonna get laid if the guys he see everyday are his immature school friends and his hot neighbor that Harry vowed not to wank to anymore. Tom stopped being an option when Harry found out he’s got a boyfriend, Harry was glad to know he’s gay and there was a chance for Harry. But he looks happy in his Instagram pictures also Harry would never break a relationship like that.

So he did what he had to do and drove to London all by himself, because if there’s a place he’d look back to and say “You know I lost my virginity in this city.” It would be in good old London.

It’s a good thing Harry just got his driving permit literally last month. He told his mum he was going on a trip to London with his friends for the weekend, so it was only partly a lie. Niall and everyone else didn’t mind covering for him though they thought he just needed a night to get wasted and make out with a cute guy, at least that’s what he said to them.

But Harry’s plan was to go back to Essex by Monday and is more experienced than the rest of his gang.

He saved up enough money to get a hotel room at a four stars hotel, he could’ve find a nearby club but he felt safer just going to the bar lounge at the hotel, he was sure he could met a bloke there.

Harry’s heart was beating so fast when he entered the lounge, he wasn’t exactly legal to drink yet but he does looks older than his actual age so thank goodness they let him in without checking his ID.

Once he was inside his eyes scanned to the room, it was a crowded night considering it was a Friday.

One might ask, is Harry nervous ? Is Harry scared ? The answer would be; Yes, yes he is. Of course he is! But he’s not gonna chickened out, even if he didn’t lose his virginity tonight he’d still love to suck a cock or just make out with someone.

Harry never properly kiss anyone.

His first kiss was when he was 13 and it was with Bryan, his dearly friend and classmate before Harry moved town the very next year. And they didn’t even like each other or anything, they just wanted to see what’s the hype about kissing was.

This actually kinda feel like he was 13 again, when everyone was talking about how amazing kissing is. Except now everyone has moved on to sex. And Harry wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. Though he didn’t want to miss out.

Harry wasn’t sure what to order, he wasn’t really sure of how to order in a bar. He looks around him, everyone was just saying what they want to the bartender without looking at a menu- is there even a menu?!

This was too complicated for Harry, he wanted to go home but no. He just waste his entire saving on this hotel he’s not going to chicken out so fast.

“Ian!” A woman, long blond hair and a cheerful smile greeted the bartender, appearing next to Harry. “Full house tonight, you’re too busy to chat, aren’t you?” She just giggled when Ian replied with a “help me” then he heard her say. “Make me a Long Island ice tea first, maybe then I’ll help you.”

Long Island ice tea sounds good. Harry wasn’t sure what it was contains off, it was too late to do research now.

“Uh, hi.” Harry started, dumbly, the bartender, Ian, turned to him and smile after he hand the woman her drink and she shout a thank you before running off with her drink. “I’ll have a Long Island ice tea, please.”

Too polite? No, it’s never too polite. God, why was he overthinking this?!

“Make that two,” He heard someone said, slipping next to him and sat on the stool next to Harry.

Ian’s eyes immediately lands on the man and he put on the biggest smile on his face and nods. “Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson.” He clears his throat. “Coming right up.”

Does Ian knows everybody here?! But then another man appears behind the counter, he started with a “Oh man! sorry I’m late, Traffic was shit- Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson!”

That’s when Harry realized it’s not that Ian knew everyone, but the man next to him knew everyone. Harry turned to face him, he thank all the gods above that the bar was crowded and the music was loud that no one could hear Harry’s heart when he saw the man.

Because he was drop dead gorgeous.

Harry was sure, this man was more gorgeous than Mr. Daniel, Jason and Tom put together.

He was wearing a dark blue blazer, it looks expensive, probably costs more than Harry’s car. -not that Harry’s car cheap, mind you, his mum is a hard working business woman and she could afford anything Harry wants despite the fact that she’s a single parent- but still, the suit looks like it costs a fortune.

His hair was slicked back so perfectly Harry wondered who styled it. His eyes though, it was a gorgeous shade of blue that even with the lack of lighting in the room, his eyes still manage to shine so bright and beautiful.

And to top it all off is his beard! God, Harry was sure he had a thing for beards. He wondered when he will grow his own. But this man didn’t have a long beard, in fact it was more of a stubble than a beard. It was perfectly trimmed, too perfect Harry thought.

It was weird when Harry started thinking who’s this man’s barber.

The gorgeous man turned to face Harry, he probably noticed Harry was starring.

This was too creepy, Harry shouldn’t have stare in the first place. But it was too late when he caught Harry starring.

“You here alone?” He asked, suddenly and Harry wanted to cry because for all he knows this man could be a pervert, who the fuck ask a boy in a bar if he’s here alone?! But then again, Harry’s not really a boy right now. He did managed to fool the security guards, might as well fool this man.

It’s not like Harry will see him again. “Uh, yeah, hi.” Harry wasn’t entire sure if he knows how to talk to people he just met. It did took him a week to make friends every time he goes to a new school. (His mum moves cities for her job, so he does too.)

“Never seen you around before.” Louis asked then glance at Ian who came back with two glasses on his hand, placing the drink in front of them and walk away to someone who was calling him on the other side of the table before Harry gets the chance to say thank you.

Harry gripped his drink and took a sip, he tried not to make a face at the taste. Harry wondered how much does this drink costs exactly because it wasn’t good- or maybe Ian isn’t a good bartender.

Which, he thinks is wrong because Mr. Tomlinson, next to him was enjoying his drink from the looks of it.

“Uh, yeah, I live in Essex, just in town for the weekend.” Maybe that was too honest. What if this guy is a sexual predator and would follow Harry back to Essex?!

No, he’s too pretty to be a predator.

“Oh cool,” The man said, turning his eyes elsewhere. Seemed like he lost interest in Harry.

God, if there anyone in this room Harry would let bang him, it’s probably this guy, because just looking at him, taking a sip at his drink and smile when a woman, she was wearing a uniform, she must’ve be the waitress, passed them and greeted him like Ian and the other bartender did.

So Harry asked, because he didn’t want this conversation to die and he really want to take this man back up to his room. “You come here often?” Harry asked, trying not to sound dumb.

“Sometimes.” Louis shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “What brings you here? To London?”

Harry blinked because he wasn’t sure how to answer that. He can’t exactly say my friends are all non virgins and I want to be one too. And Harry hasn’t thought of a lie yet, he didn’t think anyone would ask that, he’s so fucking stupid.

“Uh, I Uh,” Harry had to think of a lie, a quick one. “I’m supposed to go with a friend from school, but uh- he cancelled.”

“Oh, you’re in school?”

Shit. This man is gonna call security guards if Harry didn’t think of a lie fast.

“University.” Harry was quick to say. “It’s my last year, Uh, my friend, Tom, he cancelled on me to go on a date with some guy he just met.” All of that was a lie except the name Tom.

He wasn’t even friends with Tom! Sure, he’s close to Tom when he visits his mum’s office but it was only because Harry found it easier to make conversations with him than his mum’s other colleagues who are all double or triple his age.

The man just nodded. “Where are you studying then? if you don’t mind me asking.”

Harry thank God Tom always talks about his university because now that place was an excuse. “University of Essex.” Harry grinned. “I’m studying computer science.” Basically, he was stealing Tom’s life. “And I also have an internship at Zero Above, you know, the advertising agency?” Harry had to stop himself from taking because he was talking too much also because everything he said is a complete lie.

The man smiled at Harry sweetly though.

“I’m Louis.” He told Harry, finally, a name other than his last name. Harry did not want to call him Mr. Tomlinson in his head.

Harry gulped before saying. “Harry.”

“Nice to meet you, Harry. Is there something wrong with your drink?” Louis asked because his glass was half empty while Harry barely touched his glass again after that one sip.

Harry glanced at his glass before turning back to Louis. He didn’t want Louis to know that he wasn’t sure what he was ordering. “No, nothing’s wrong.” Harry chuckled nervously before taking another sip of his drink. God, this was awful. Harry wished it didn’t had a cute name.

“It better be, Ian’s our best bartender.” Louis said before taking a sip again. His eyes wandered around the bar again.

Harry tilted his head. “Our? Do you work here?” Harry asked, dumbly. He wasn’t sure if it was too early to ask this man where he works but Harry literally just told him where he’s studying at, not that he actually studies there.

“You could say that.”

Harry wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to sound dumb more than he already is.

After all, he was supposed to be a 21 years old, computer science student tonight.

Louis took another gulped of his drink, it was more than half empty by now he snapped his fingers to call Ian over, Ian immediately hurried to stand in front of Louis. “Is there anything else, Mr. Tomlinson?” He asked Louis.

“Another.” Louis told him and glanced at Harry who was resting his head on his palm, he looked bored and the truth is Harry is bored. “You too, Harry?”

Harry shakes his head and lift his head, humming to Louis. “Another what? Oh- no, I’m good.”

“Don’t worry, it’s on me, I promise.” Louis chuckled. “You’re a uni student I’m not gonna make you pay.”

Harry shakes his head, he can’t exactly let this stranger pay for him. “No, you don’t have to, really.”

“Ian, he’s on me.” He told Ian instead and Ian nodded then turn to Harry, asking if he wants anything else. Can they see Harry can’t even down this one drink?!

Harry shakes his head again. “I’m good, thanks Ian.” He became familiar with the name he forgot he doesn’t exactly know the man. “And thanks Louis.”

It was too risky to let Louis buy him a drink. Harry had so many reasons, like what if Louis gets him too drunk and took him back to wherever he lives. And also because he didn’t like the drink at all.

Ian came back with another glass for Louis and Louis turned to face him instead of saying anything else to Harry. It was hard to watch Ian and Louis had a conversation better than him and Harry. It was probably because they knew each other but Harry still hoped Louis has his attention back to Harry. He didn’t know what to say or do, how does he lure him into his room?! How do they do this?!

He remembered his friend, Maisie, she’s good at luring men. Well, high school boys but she was still good at it. She was probably the most experienced out of his group. He remembered her telling him how to flirt but all of her education was left in Essex when Harry needed it the most.

The only thing he remembered from Maisie is when they were at a house party and he watched Maisie scoot closer to Jack, their classmate, on the leather sofa and whispered something that made Jack turned to her with widen eyes. And now they’re happily dating. He needs to know what Maisie said, he could text Maisie right now but then she’ll never stop asking questions about where he is and who he’s with.

And by the time a customer called for Ian, he had to excuse himself and Louis turned to face Harry again, he can’t pull his phone out now. He wants to talk to Louis. He wants to lure Louis into his room. It doesn’t really matter if they fuck or not, but he’d love to see this man in better lighting and possibly naked.

Think, Harry think.

Louis gulped down his second drink, Harry wasn’t sure why he likes the drink. But Harry decided he let his drink sit for too long he picked it up again and gulped it trying to drink without tasting it.

Harry tried not to make a gagging noise when he set the glass down, looking proudly at his half empty glass now.

At least now he knows why it’s called a Long Island, it was because it’s endless!

“So, Harry.” Louis shifted his body a little, Harry perked up when Louis started taking again. “How long are you staying then?”

“Till Sunday,” Harry said and it feels like it’s the only honest thing that came out of his mouth tonight other than Harry telling Louis his actual name.

Louis hummed. “You’re gonna spend the weekend in London, alone?”

This was Harry’s chance to not mess up and start flirting, if he knows how to properly flirt that is. “Was hoping I’d meet someone to spend the weekend with.” This was another truth coming out of Harry.

Surprisingly, what he said seemed to work because he watched Louis’ lips crooked to the side. Harry never payed attention to his lips till now, God, it looks kissable. He bets Louis kisses better than Bryan in middle school. If that counts as a kiss.

“Well, you must be in luck, you’ve met me just in time.” Louis scoot his stool shamelessly closer to Harry. If he starts whispering in Harry’s ear, Harry thought this could be like how Maisie and Jack started their relationship. “I don’t think there’s anyone who knows London like I do.”

He said it as if Harry never been to London before. “But before that.” Louis leaned in and Harry’s heart beats so fast he thought it was gonna fall out of his chest and dropped right on the floor. “What if I show you around my room?”

Harry gulped. “I- I thought you work here, why are you staying the night in the hotel?” This was by far the dumbest question Harry asked all night. But the question is to clarify Louis isn’t a sexual predator.

Because if he does has a room in this hotel, then he lied about working here. Why would he stayed the night at a hotel he works at?! Is that even allowed?!

Louis burst out of laughter, he leaned back of course because he didn’t want to laugh right next to Harry’s ear.

Harry frowned, facing him. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry.” Louis was still trying to control himself from laughing. “It’s just- nevermind, I do, in fact has a room here.” Louis grinned. “And it might be the best room in the whole building, you can see whole of London from my room.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Then we might as well spend the weekend in your room seeing London instead of traveling around and get stuck in traffics.”

Louis smirked. “That sounds like a good idea, but I don’t think I’ll be seeing London at all if we do that.”

“Why?” Again, Harry asked, dumbly.

“Because I won’t be able to get my eyes off of you.” Louis leaned again, Harry wanted to lean back but he also wanted to be closer to Louis. He was both scared but he wanted this. “You’re a better view anyway, love.”

Harry wanted to scream for his mum.

But also the other side of him wants Louis to pick him up and take him to this room Louis won’t stop bragging about.

He could still chicken out now instead of later up in Louis’ room.

But then he remembered Niall’s voice when he was talking about his boyfriend, Shaun. God, Harry wanted to gag but he wanted what Niall had.

And that’s it. Just from that reminder, Harry dared to say. “Take me there then.”

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It all went by so quick, Harry was took by the hand and up the elevator, Louis hasn’t touched him or anything except holding his hand and whispered stuff that didn’t even turn Harry on that much, though Harry knew he wanted this.

His heart was beating so fast he was sure Louis could hear it.

But thank god he couldn’t just like Harry can’t hear Louis’.

Louis was sure he was gonna have a heart attack right there and then, he was leading this boy up to his room. He wanted to scratch his ring finger where he just took off his ring.

This was wrong, he knew. But his wife was wrong too. Hell, she was wrong in every way and if she’s gonna be a bitch and ignore him for a week when he knows she’s spending it with that fucking man- then he can be a bitch and take Harry to his room.

Harry looks awfully young than he claimed to be. Not that he mentioned his age but he does look at least 18 and he can’t be in his last uni year at only 18. He’s probably way older than that. Louis had to break the silence in the lift when he asked. “You look so much younger than your age, does anyone ever told you that?”

Actually, no one has. Everyone did say he looks older than his actual age but Louis doesn’t need to know he’s only seventeen and a half.

“Uh, yeah, baby face, I guess.” Harry tried. “But I swear I’m 21.” That was wrong to say in every way. He swore he was 21 and he’s really not. And saying that just made him sounds like he’s 17, which he is.

But then he never really find out how old Louis is, he was going to ask but the lift’s door slides open and Louis lead him out of the lift and down the hallway to the last room in the hallway.

Louis slides his card in and the door opened, letting himself and Harry inside. This room was much more bigger than the one Harry booked.

Harry looked around the room once the lights were automatically turned on. He took a step back only to bump to Louis who was placing his card in its place on the wall.

“What do you do again?” Harry asked, eyes still in the superior room. “How can you afford this room? Do you get employee discount?”

Louis chuckled. “Yes, got a discount and all.” He could just straightforward and tell Harry, he owns this whole building. This whole hotel, the rooms and the bar lounge and even the dying plant by the front door’s lobby, every sheets in these rooms, every sandals the customers steals, it was all his.

But if he did, Harry wouldn’t get off him. No one gets off him after he told them. And Harry is supposed to be a one night stand. Only to forget about Eleanor and that fucking guy.

“Are you the hotel manager? Cause if you are that’s so cool. But also so stupid that you’re spending your time off literally in this building. Wait, do you live here?” He swore Harry talks like a young mindless teenager. “Oh God, you weren’t kidding when you said you could see whole of London!” Harry shamelessly walk over to the giant window which curtains Louis had left open. “I’m pretty sure you can see outside of London from here as well, I wonder if you could see my hous- my dorm room and my campus.” Harry cleared his throat, eyes still fixed on the view outside the window.

Louis wasn’t sure how to do this, to lure Harry in so he’d shut up and let Louis fuck him. He hasn’t been flirting with other people since he got married, and the sparks between him and Eleanor was kind of fading that he can’t remember the last time he actually flirted with his own wife.

So Louis first thought was to slide behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the boy which made him jump a little then turned to his side and realized it was just Louis.

This felt so wrong.

Holding someone that isn’t his wife.

Though at the same time, this felt right. Harry felt right. Harry was tense, Louis thought he was uncomfortable so he pulled back.

“No, don’t let go.” Harry turned to face the man only to hooked his arms around Louis’ neck. “I like it.”

Louis’ hand crawled up Harry face again, it was only now that he gets a clear view of Harry. His green pupils were a lovely shade, Louis wanted to buy a tie that matches his eyes. His curls was all over his forehead, messy but somehow beautiful.

He was as tall as Louis, so Louis didn’t had to look up or down to face the beautiful man. He was truly beautiful. What are the odds of finding him in his own bar? Louis really was going to pick someone up but he never imagined someone this gorgeous.

Someone who looked so innocent, Louis just wanted to destroy then take care of him afterwards- only if he’s into it as well, Louis kept telling himself.

Anyway, Harry was starring at Louis’ lips, he was biting his own and Louis knew that Harry wanted to taste him. Was this too soon? They barely talk. Maybe it’s best if they talk less anyway.

“Can I-“ Harry was about to ask but Louis was already pressing his lips against Harry’s.

It took Harry a minute before he finally chased the taste of Louis and kissed back, maybe it was too much when he started to kiss back, he was eager, the kiss became sloppy and Louis had to pull away. “Slow down, love, we have all night.”

Harry licked his own lips and leaned in to kiss Louis’ again, this time it was slower and Harry wasn’t too eager or drooling all over Louis.

Both of them didn’t pull away then, Harry only did for a second to gasp for air before connecting their lips again.

Again, this felt right.

Kissing Harry felt right.

It shouldn’t be, but it does. Harry felt right in all the right away, Louis can’t remember a reason why this was wrong.

Louis pulls the boy closer which leads to their lips breaking apart and Harry tripping, he would’ve fall if he didn’t had such a strong grip on Louis’.

His face was landed on Louis’ shoulder and Harry was too embarrassed to look back up and kiss him again. Because who the fuck trips when they’re being pulled closer?!

Then he felt two fingers on his chin, pushing his head up until he locked eyes with Louis again. His eyes was still the same shade of blue, but it was full of lust. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared.

There was no escape now, is there? Can he still chicken out? Should he just blurted out that he’s actually a seventeen years old virgin?

His mind stopped thinking when Louis pressed his lips against his one more time. Harry chased the taste of the man in front of him, God, Harry truly wanted this. He wanted more with Louis. But at the same time he was also mad scared.

Harry jumped a little and pulled away when he felt two palms cupping his ass, Louis probably noticed that Harry’s so jumpy. “Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” Louis whispered against his ear as if there’s other people in the room that’ll hear them.

Oh shit, what if there are other people?! What if huge men just appear out of every door in this suite and they all took turn to fuck Harry. Oh fuck, maybe letting a stranger fuck you isn’t completely save after all.

Maybe Harry was just overthinking this, sexual predators can’t afford this room, there was no way- and if Louis really works here then he’s not gonna hurt Harry, he might lose his job if he does.

So Harry nodded, it happened so fast, Harry almost missed it but he felt the two hands on his bum pulling him up and Harry’s legs automatically wrapped themselves around Louis’ waist, shit Harry was still not over this.

His first time is gonna be in a hotel suite with a man hotter than the sun itself who carry him to travel from the living room suite to the room.

The room was big, even bigger than the one Harry’s booked, he thought. He almost regret booking that room now that it goes to waste, he should’ve not book a hotel at all if he knew a man would take him back up to a suite this fancy.

Louis only dropped Harry when he was safely on the bed. Man, this bed feels soft, Harry wished he didn’t come right down to the bar earlier and enjoyed the bed in his room but then again if he didn’t come on time Louis would’ve been with someone else and so will he, if he didn’t chicken out that is.

The younger boy watches Louis took off his shoes for him and Harry wondered if Jack ever took off Maisie’s shoes for him, if Shaun ever took off Niall’s shoes for him, if Nadine ever got her shoes taken off by the two people she had fucked. Probably not. Because all their partners are immature little high school kids who probably weren’t sure what they were doing.

Harry knew this was gonna be better than anything he could imagine because Louis is experienced. Harry thinks it’s the best thing about losing it to someone he completely doesn’t know.

Then Louis hovered over Harry on the bed, he was in all fours and leaned down to kiss Harry again, Harry didn’t waste time to lean up, attaching their lips together, his hands slowly crawled up and placed themselves on Louis’ chest.

It was when he felt one of Louis’ hands hooked under his shirt and pulling it slowly, he quickly let go of the kiss again and stare at Louis confusedly. Shit. Shit. This was really happening!

“Lou?” Harry sounded innocent, It sends something right to Louis’ cock. “Are we- we’re gonna have sex, right?” Harry regretted his question immediately.

Louis made a face, he was gonna burst out of laughter in any second, Harry can feel it. God, he never felt so stupid. How could he when he’s never below the top ten rank in school?!

But instead, he didn’t laugh, instead he asked, so sweetly Harry wanted to cry. Because he didn’t expect the guy he’s gonna give his virginity to, to be this sweet. “Do you want to, love?”

Harry felt like Louis knew he was a virgin, there was no way he does but didn’t Shaun said something familiar to Niall?! At least that’s what Niall said.

“Yeah, I’m just making sure.” Harry wanted to gag his own mouth with something just so he could shut up, possibly with Louis’ cock, shit, does Harry even know what do with a cock in his mouth?

Sure, he watched porn before, he read stuff before, he heard his friends talking about it. But he never done it! What if it’s harder than what everyone said it was like.

He really need to stop thinking because Louis places his lips against Harry’s neck now, Harry let out a noise he didn’t know he could make and felt Louis pushing his shirt higher up that he had to pull away from Harry’s neck so he could take it off.

Once it was off, Harry felt exposed. And it was only a shirt! But Harry felt exposed and he felt like he’s gonna have a heart attack any minute now.

Louis didn’t spare any second before placing his lips back between the crook of Harry’s neck, Harry moaned once again his hands decided to grip a fistful of Louis’ hair, he was holding so tightly he was scared he’s gonna pull all of Louis’ hair off.

Then it all happened so fast, he felt Louis pressed his front against Harry, rutting slowly and his lips traveled further up, kissing Harry along his neck and jaw until he reached Harry’s ear, Harry gasped when he felt fingers between his nipples, giving it a twist the same time Louis whispered in his ear. “There’s so many things I want to do to you tonight.”

Harry watched porn before, he even sexted before, not with his past crushes obviously, but with random boys he met online that he always chickened out to meet. It was funny that Harry was more scared of meeting them than letting Louis lead him to bed. Anyway, this was harder than those boys or how porn made it. Or how Louis made it, he was suddenly mute and he wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“Lou,” he moaned the man’s name instead, letting him rut faster against Harry’s cock, Harry can feel himself growing and this was it.

There’s no going back now.

Louis let go of Harry completely to sat on the bed, shaking his blazer off- Harry wanted to take it from him and fold it neatly because Harry was still stressing over how expensive the blazer looks and he didn’t want Louis or their come (if they’re gonna come that is) to ruin it. And oh god, now that Harry thinks of it. He’s going to orgasm tonight.

Him, Harry Styles, is gonna have the best orgasm in his life tonight.

Sure, he wanked before, he tried to finger himself once and he did came. But tonight he’s gonna come because of someone else pleasuring him. Shit, the thought definitely sent something straight to Harry’s cock.

Harry felt useless lying in bed and starring at Louis who had threw his blazer somewhere in the room and was pulling his tie off, so Harry sat up in front of him and reached to help him unbuttoned his shirt.

And Harry thought Louis couldn’t get any better until he was met with Louis’ chest tattoo, Louis took the shirt off of him once Harry was done unbuttoning, revealing more, a lot more tattoos and Harry wanted to moan just from seeing it. He can’t help it, he loves men with tattoos.

Louis was gonna kill him for being this beautiful. Flawlessly beautiful.

“They’re pretty.” Harry’s hand reaches over to trace over Louis’ chest tattoo then his other hand on Louis’ shoulder.

Louis looked up to see Harry was lost at Louis’ body, he was bitting his bottom lip as if it wasn’t swollen enough from Louis’ lips, tracing his body, absentmindedly.

Then Harry’s cheeks turned red because he wanted to say something -something dirty- he wasn’t sure how Louis would take it, but isn’t he supposed to talking dirty as well? “I want to come all over these.” He said it so quietly, Louis almost missed it.

Louis groaned at that and before Harry knew it he was being manhandled and pinned against the bed, Harry got scared for a couple of second, he honestly was but Louis pressed another kiss and Harry thank God Louis calmed him down before he starts panicking.

“Get on with it then, take off your pants.” Louis pull away from his lips, his cock rubbing against Harry’s thigh.

Then the next words that falls out of Harry’s lips was wrong, he must’ve been overthinking of all the porn he watched in the past because he wasn’t aware he said it until it was too late. “Yes, Daddy.”

Shit. He looked up to face Louis and Louis didn’t look angry or disgusted, in fact he groaned and rutted faster, Harry let out a moan at Louis’ reaction.

“Fuck, come on now, babe.” Louis was already playing with Harry’s waistband and Harry wanted Louis to just take it off for him but Louis won’t bother.

So Harry had to take control and unzipped his jeans before pulling it down along with his boxers, Harry doesn’t want to waste any more time.

It was weird because he was more comfortable now when he’s naked than earlier but maybe it’s because he had spent too much time with Louis and he just wants his cock now. Harry was gaining confidence, he loves this.

Once it was off, Louis sat up again and reached for something on the nightstand.

Harry looked up to see Louis unscrewing the cap of a familiar tube, oh god that’s lube, oh god this was actually about to happened he wished he could’ve call Niall first to say “Hey, I’m about to get laid!”

Louis covered two fingers with lube and Harry still lied there, being his useless self until Louis commanded. “Spread.”

Harry was glad he watched porn to immediately spread his legs, he wonders if Louis knew he was a virgin. He hoped not.

“God, you look tight.” Harry felt small when Louis was sat right in front of his hole. “Been awhile, hasn’t it?”

It took Harry a good thirty seconds to understand that. He only nodded because he was tired of making up lies.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, you’ll forget you were ever this tight, baby.” Louis leaned in to nibble on Harry’s ear, Harry can feel his fingers on the rim of his hole. “Do you want that, babe? Do you want me to ruin your tight little hole?”

Harry quickly nodded again, he couldn’t wait anymore, he almost forgot this was his first time. “Please, Lou, I want it so bad- just fuck me already.”

“What happened to daddy?” Louis chuckled and slide a finger in without warning Harry literally screamed.

He screamed like the fucking idiot he is, but the loud scream was quickly replaced with a long moan when Louis thrust his finger slowly.

“More.” Harry was brave enough to say, he didn’t know where he gained all this confidence from. “More, Daddy, I can take it.”

Louis can’t say no to that, he slides in another finger and Harry gasped when he felt two fingers spreading his whole. A cock is gonna come in, Harry thought. And boy, was Harry prepared for it.

Harry felt empty when Louis pulled his fingers out only to spread more lube, now on three of his fingers. He entered them one by one, by the time the third one was inside, Harry screamed again, he grabbed a fistful of the hotel’s sheets, looking up at Louis.

Shit, this was both good and painful. Painful in a good way, might works better, Harry thought. “Lou, Lou.” He moaned, Louis looked how with his sweaty self, working his fingers in and out and spreading Harry more.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as a virgin.” Louis groaned, Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach at that. Shit. Please don’t know. Please don’t know.

Harry decided not to answer that, he was focusing on Louis’ fingers inside him. He need Louis’ cock, he needs it now.

“I’m ready,” Harry announced. “I’m ready, give it to me.” at this point Louis wasn’t moving his fingers because Harry was fucking himself down on the three fingers. God, was he greedy?!

Louis slowly pulled out his fingers, Harry watched as he opened the night stand’s drawer and grab something in a packet.

Harry wasn’t dumb, his friends threw it around each other all the time, honestly, his friends is the last thing in his mind right now. “Lou, hurry.” Harry was impatient as he watched Louis pulled down his pants, his hard cock broke free and Harry licked his lips when he finally got to see the hard cock.

Maybe later or in the morning, he’d ask if he can suck his cock. Harry want that.

“Be patient, love. We have all night.” Louis squirt more lube onto his hand and rubbed it all over his covered cock before positioning himself in front of Harry’s spread legs.

And this was it. This is gonna be it.

After this, Harry’s gonna go home to Essex and become the mature man of his group.

Harry’s eyes was glued on Louis’ cock, watching Louis slowly pushed the tip in and once again Harry screamed, he doesn’t stop screaming as Louis slides in deeper and deeper. “Oh God, Oh God,” Harry cried, gripping Louis’ shoulder. Fuck, does it supposed to hurt like this?!

“Alright?” Louis asked but continued to slides in deeper again, Harry felt like Louis’ cock was endless.

Harry quickly nodded, as much as it hurts, he didn’t want Louis to pull out and call it a night. Niall did said it’ll hurt at first.

“I’m good, I’m so full, fuck, daddy.” Harry gasped. “Yo-you’re big.”

Louis would’ve protest if he wasn’t balls deep inside Harry, he wasn’t that big. He seen guys with bigger dicks before, Harry was probably just saying that for the moment.

But then again, Harry never been filled up before. This was huge. Harry can’t feel any of his bones. “Lou, fuck me, please.” Harry still managed to say.

So Louis started thrusting in and out, at first it was slow and Harry was slowly getting used to the size of the cock. Then Louis went faster without warning, Harry could live with this pace.

Harry didn’t even notice he was crying until Louis pointed it out. “Do you usually cry in bed?” He chuckled. “Cute.”

He didn’t even know why he was crying, Harry was starting to like it, actually. In fact, he liked it too much he thrown all his dignity out the window and said. “Faster.”

“What’s the magic word?” Louis smirked.

Harry groaned, frustratedly and his own hands crawled up to touch his neglected cock. He moaned way too loud when he squeezed it. “Daddy. Faster, daddy.”

“As you wish, princess.” Louis thrust faster, he was going so fast the bed was starting to creak. “Come on now, good boys don’t touch themselves.” Louis slapped Harry’s hand off of himself.

Harry whimpered in return then he gasped- God, what did Louis just do? He might’ve hit something that send Harry on edge. “Lou- do that again, right there! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Harry cried in happiness when Louis repeatedly hits the spot.

Shit, this was way more better than it is talked about. “M’close.” Louis told him.

It took Harry a minute to understand something that simple. Then he nodded. Because he was close to, despite the fact he was being untouched.

“Ah!” Harry screamed when he released, coming all over his stomach just from Louis hitting his prostate.

Louis let out a loud groaned, Harry could die hearing it and pull out of Harry, the condom was filled up and Harry smirked because he was the one who made that happened.

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The next morning when Harry woke up, he felt like a proper sugar baby, in the arms of a man, obviously way older than him (he was ignoring the fact he knew this man literally just last night), in a fancy hotel suite and wearing nothing but the man’s shirt.

Louis must’ve slipped it on him last night, the only thing he remembered before drifting asleep was Louis getting up to throw his used condom and whispered something about getting a towel to clean Harry up. He thank all the gods above that Louis isn’t a predator that drugged him in his sleep and was relief when he woke up still in the same hotel suite he was in last night.

He didn’t know if he should slipped out of Louis’ strong arms now and run back to his hotel room and never see Louis again, isn’t that how it supposed to be? They were supposed to be one night stands only.

But he was comfortable, he was enjoying this too much he didn’t notice Louis had already woken up next to him. “Morning,” Louis’ voice was deep, not as deep as Harry, that’s not possible, but for someone who sounds like Louis, his morning voice was deep. “Did you had a good night sleep?”

“Too good,” Harry embarrassingly said, hiding his face in Louis’ chest. “This bed’s so soft.”

Louis chuckled at that, then rolled over to the other side of the bed, Harry frowned because he didn’t want Louis to break their morning cuddle.

Harry said morning cuddle as if they’re married.

Jesus Christ, marriage is still a long way to go, Harry still has more to experience, after all he just lost his virginity last night.

Last night.

Shit, that’s when it hits Harry that he wasn’t a virgin anymore! Harry’s plan was a success, his first time was amazing, Louis wasn’t a sexual predator and he felt good.

Good would be the wrong word when he felt the pain coming from his bum when he rolled to lie on his back. God, is he gonna be able to sit down?! Or walk?!

Harry’s thoughts was interrupted when he heard a phone ringing, his eyes scanned the floor, trying to find his jeans because that’s where he last left his phone- he always leave it on silent though.

But he watched Louis got up, picking his phone from the nightstand. He probably left it there when Harry went to sleep.

“What?!” Louis groaned, Harry’s eyes scanned Louis’ naked upper body, he was wearing pajama bottom only, he was kinda mad that Louis didn’t put anything fresh and clean on Harry but instead he slipped the shirt Louis wore last night on him.

But then again, he was kinda glad because the shirt smells like Louis. A mixture of his cologne and his sweat. It smells like last night.

“I’m on the ninth floor- Hell, I’ll be right down.” Louis put his phone down on the night stand again then turned to Harry who was sitting up on the bed. It’s a miracle Harry could sit. “Babe, I need to be downstairs, there’s a few people I need to meet.” He sighed. “It’s a fucking Saturday, why didn’t Liam rescheduled?!” He was talking to himself now.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Liam?” Like its any of his business.

“My assistant,” Louis cleared his throat. Harry was still in bed, watching Louis stripped out of his pajama bottom and went to the bathroom, probably to shower or brush his teeth.

When Louis came out of the shower, Harry was already collecting his clothes.

“Are you leaving, darling?” Louis asked, walking over to the wardrobe, he wasn’t paying attention to Harry, he looked like he was in a rush.

Harry slipped his jeans on, it was a struggle with how tight the jeans were. He only wore it because he wanted to look as good as possible. “Yeah, you’re leaving as well so-“

“Wait, it’s only a one, maybe two hours meeting. You up for brunch later?” Louis turned to face Harry, dropping the towel around his waist and Harry’s eyes dropped to Louis’ limp cock.

Harry didn’t know he was starring until he heard Louis call his name. “Harry?”

The younger boy shakes his head and look up to Louis, the man was already smirking at him while buttoning a pair of fresh shirt. “Huh? Oh- brunch? Yeah, that sounds lovely.”

“Really?” Louis slipped in his boxer shorts then his trousers. “Can I get your number then?”

And he thought this was going to be a one and done.

Well, one weekend can’t hurt. It’s not like Harry has anyone else to hang out with for the rest of the weekend.

“Or, I can just pick you up in your room?” Louis said when Harry zoned out again. Harry felt like he lost half a brain last night.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I’m in room- 203? It’s on the fourth floor.”

“I’m aware what floor it’s on, love.” Then Louis walked over, only to give Harry’s forehead a kiss.

Harry quickly placed his lips against Louis’ before he walks away from him, he needed this kiss. And he was relieved when Louis kissed back, but it wasn’t a long kiss, he was already pulling away and went back to the dresser, taking a black blazer out and off of its hanger.

“I’ll see you soon then.” Harry told him before standing up from the comfortable bed.

—

Louis was going to kill Liam.

It was a Saturday!

Okay, maybe the blame wasn’t just on Liam. But Liam could’ve said something so Louis can avoid seeing Eleanor today.

When he arrived down at the lobby, Eleanor was sat on one of the luxurious sofa, her assistant, Sophia was next to her chatting up with Liam while Eleanor was on her phone.

“Look who’s here early.” The three of them looked up when Louis appeared in front of them.

Eleanor grinned, dropping her phone on the sofa before getting up to wrap her arms around her husband, pulling him in for a kiss.

Louis had to kiss back or she’ll know something was up, but it wasn’t long before he pulled away. If only Eleanor knew where his lips had wandered to last night. “I thought you said you won’t be back till Monday.” Louis was already pulling his wife off of him.

Eleanor being Eleanor, reached for his tie and redo it for him. Louis tried not to roll his eyes.

He sat on the sofa opposite of them, Eleanor took a seat at her previous seat.

“I was going to stay till Monday, but,” Eleanor sighed. “We’re opening up Manchester next week, better off come back early so we can have a bit of preparation.”

Louis just nodded, he wasn’t interested in her own business growing. All because his the man she’s been with behind Louis’ back was a part of it. Her business partner. And here she was acting like he doesn’t know about what the two did.

“Babe, why don’t you come with me next week? To Manchester?” She tried. She always tried to take Louis to grand openings.

Usually, Louis would’ve come to another store Eleanor opens. It was until the last three shops that Louis been making excuses not to come.

Eleanor probably noticed the lack of Louis’ presence in her life. The last time Louis opened another hotel was in Ireland and Eleanor showed up with him, she always does. But then Louis just stopped coming with Eleanor to her grand openings, said he’s too busy with the hotels.

“I’ll see if Liam can squeeze that in, love.” Louis wanted to pull his own tongue for calling Eleanor that. Like the good old days.

Then Eleanor stood back up. “Lets take a walk, yeah?” She rolled her hand out for Louis to take but Louis stood up without taking it. Eleanor turned to Liam and Sophia who were looking up at their bosses.

“Wait here.” Was all she said before turning on her heel and walked away. Louis followed her until they were outside by the pool, the hotel was crowded today, and almost all their guests was at the pool.

That’s when Eleanor slowed down and walked next to Louis instead of in front of him. “You didn’t came home last night.”

“You weren’t home last night so I thought it’ll be great to stay at the hotel.” Louis shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal, Louis stayed over here a lot, he probably spends more time here than in their house. Just like Eleanor spends more time in her stores than in their house.

Eleanor sighed. “Louis, what is up? I feel like I don’t know you anymore!” She admitted, stopping in her track to face her husband. “You’re never home, you never want to spend time with me.”

“I’m busy, nothing’s up!” Louis been in this argument with her for the past two months since he caught her with Max.

Max, Louis hated that guy with everything in him. He’s a shit business partner, Louis thought. Why would she gets a partner who’s job was follow her around and kiss her where her husband can find them?!

Of course, Eleanor doesn’t know that Louis knew. Maybe Louis should just tell her, they should talk about it. But Louis needed time to get this into his head, that time has lasted two months and Louis still can’t break his silent.

“Look, babe, I’ll come to Manchester with you, I’ll be at the grand opening, l’ll cancel all my meetings and plans.” Louis just wanted her to get off his back about this. Eleanor has opened up about ten stores in the last seven months, Louis attended seven of them, this wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.

Eleanor sighed again. “Does this mean I can come to your grand opening next month?”

Shit, Louis has been too busy moping around his wife that he forgot he’s got another hotel grand opening.

Louis has three hotels in total; London, Manchester, Ireland and now he’s opening one in Essex. How could he forgot?! He doesn’t even remember inviting Eleanor to go with him.

Liam must’ve told her.

“Ye- yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Louis faked the best smile he could. He can’t even remember his next opening’s date, let alone asking Eleanor to travel with him.

Eleanor grinned and leaned in to peck Louis’ lips. “Have you eaten, love? I’m starving.” Eleanor pulled away. “Oh! I know this new-“

“Can’t. I have a brunch meeting, actually.” Louis can’t break his promise to Harry. The poor lad was probably waiting for him already. And it’s only been half an hour since they part ways.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “On a Saturday?”

“Yeah, You know how busy Mr. Harrison is.” Louis lied, referring to the hotel manager. Truth was, Mr. Harrison has the week off or something.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Not as busy as you, I bet.”

Louis was glad he wore the suit, it makes it believable for Harry that he was going to meet up for a business meeting and also believable to Eleanor that he has a meeting with Mr. Harrison.

“I’ll see you at home, tonight?” Louis was already planning on not going home but Eleanor was gonna ask, he can feel it, that’s why it’s better off if he says it before she gets to ask.

His wife just nodded. “Alright then, boss, go on your meetings and come home to me tonight.” Again, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to nibble on his ears. Louis would be lying if he said he didn’t miss this with her. “I’ll prepare a surprise for ya.” She whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Back in the old days, he couldn’t wait till go home. But now he just wants to stay away from home as possible when Eleanor was there. “Tonight.”

—

Harry couldn’t be more proud of himself when he saw the marks all over his neck, he can’t wait to see Louis again, hopefully Louis would left some more and it’ll stay there till Monday so he can show it off.

He spent his time in his hotel room to admire his hickeys then took a shower, he made sure he smelled as good as possible when he stepped out of the shower.

The outfit he chose was a simple white shirt and skinny jeans, he’s gonna look underdressed next to Louis but they’re both going to be naked soon anyway, Harry can feel it.

Then three hours has passed and Louis still hasn’t showed up. Harry frowned because of course Louis didn’t want to see him again, not after how dumb he was in bed last night.

It was too good to be true.

So after another twenty minutes, Harry sighed and decided to head down to the restaurant downstairs, he was starving! And maybe he could find someone else to leave marks on him.

He made it to the lobby when he saw Louis from the front entrance with a man next to him.

Both Louis and Harry stopped in their tracks when they saw each other.

Louis was glad Harry came down to the lobby right in time Eleanor left. He realized he was late to pick Harry up, but Eleanor won’t fucking leaves him alone!

Liam glanced between Louis and the person he’s starring before breaking their gaze. “Sir?” He called. “Is there anything else I can do?”

Louis shakes his head, no. “No, thanks for handling her with me, Liam. Go have a nice weekend.”

Once Liam excused himself, Louis jogged over to Harry who was still standing a few feet away from him. “Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late.” Louis let out a long breath. “Christ, I’m starving.”

“H-hey, I thought you weren’t gonna come back.” Harry admitted, looking down at his own shoes.

Louis chuckled. “Don’t be silly, I promised you the weekend.”

Oh god.

They’re gonna be together till Sunday, that totally made Harry’s cock twitch.

“Brunch then, the restaurant downstairs is great.” Louis took Harry’s hand. Harry can’t help but let a small smile crawled up his face from them holding hand in hand.

—

From the minute they walked in the restaurant, all the staff has been greeting Louis with the biggest smile on their face and they all seemed to stop fooling around or talking to each other and get to work.

So when their order was placed in front of them and Louis stopped talking about the cook, which he claimed to know very well, Harry had to ask. “Louis, what do you do again?”

Louis looked up from his food. “I work here, I already told you.”

“Yeah, but what do you do?” Harry asked, curiously. “Why does everyone know you and they all seemed terrified if they don’t smile at you?”

Louis chuckled. “They don’t all smile at me, love. You’re being silly.”

Harry wasn’t gonna let go though, and they might as well make small talks while they’re eating.

The younger swallowed a piece of his chicken before asking. “And why are you here again on your day off?”

Louis opened his mouth to say something but his phone started ringing. “One sec.” Louis got up from his chair, answering the phone before holding it up against his ear, he had to take a few steps away so Harry can’t hear him. “Hi babe, what’s up?”

“Babe? Is it okay if I cancel tonight.” Eleanor sighed. “Max says there’s a problem in our upcoming store and I have to go to Manchester tonight.”

As much as Louis hated Max and knew this was only an excuse so she could see him, he was kinda glad because now he doesn’t have to make an excuse for later.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Have a safe trip though.”

“I’m so sorry, love you.”

Louis didn’t bother saying it back and hung up his phone, rolling his eyes before he turned back and walk over to his table.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Liam’s always in need of help.” He lied. “And he’s supposed to be the assistant!”

Harry sat there, looking confused. “Is he like a personal assistant or a business assistant?”

“Personal.” Louis blurted.

“I didn’t know hotel managers has personal assistants.” Harry was stupid, thank God.

Louis sighed. “Harry, why does my position in this building matters so much?”

Harry shrugged. “It would be nice to know what you do for a living.”

“Family business.” He finally told Harry, there was no used lying about this. He was already keeping a wife Harry doesn’t know about. “Inherit it from me mum.”

Harry choked on his water when Louis said it, everyone turned to him because he couldn’t stop coughing.

Louis had to hurried to his side and rub his back. “Hey, slow down.”

Once Harry stopped coughing, Louis took a seat back in his previous seat.

This whole time, Harry was with the owner of this hotel.

This whole fucking time.

The owner of the Cumberland hotel fucked him last night, the owner; took his virginity. Shit and Harry thought this couldn’t be get better.

“You own this place?!” Harry said loud enough for a few people to turn back around to face him.

Louis knew this was going to happened if he told Harry. “Harry,” Harry’s never gonna leave him now.

“Louis, this whole time- fuck.” Harry looked confused, as if he wasn’t sure if Louis was telling the truth or not. “Oh my god. How old, how old are you?”

Louis remembered that Harry said he was 21, their age gap isn’t so bad. “26, don’t worry I’m not old enough to be your dad.” Louis chucked at himself.

Harry didn’t know how old he was expecting Louis to be. But knowing his age made Harry’s heart dropped on the floor.

Louis was nine years older. Nine.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Louis snapped Harry out of his zone. Harry had zoned out too much today. “Five years isn’t bad, Harold.”

It’s nine years, Louis. Harry wanted to say but he wouldn’t dare. Louis was going to get rid of him so fast if he told him.

“You’re so young, I mean to own a business so big.” Harry cleared his throat before taking another bite of his food.

Louis shrugged. “My mum always wanted me to replace her right after I graduated, which I’m glad I did because she was sick and- yeah.”

Harry didn’t need to ask, but he knows that something happened to Louis’ mum. She passed away.

“I’m sorry,” Harry tried.

Louis smiled sweetly. “It’s not your fault, silly, eat up then, we got the whole day of sight seeing.”

Harry didn’t feel like sight seeing, really. And he better tell Louis now then later before they leave.

“We can go around another time, there’s probably traffic everywhere.” Harry rolled out his hand to place it on top of Louis’

Louis shot his head up to see Harry’s cheeks flushed and he was biting on this bottom lip. “After all, I haven’t showed you my room.”

“I probably know what your room looks like, Harry.” Louis pointed out but took Harry’s hand. “But I am interested in seeing you, in your bed.”

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He finally get it what Maisie meant when she said sex is addicting. You’re always going to want more.

Because the minute Louis and him entered Harry’s hotel room, Louis wasted no time on leading him to the bed.

Harry’s room was way smaller, it wasn’t a fancy suite like Louis’ was. It was small yet the bed was just as comfortable.

The room was rather cozy and Harry actually like his room.

Louis must’ve been as eager as he is, because he was already stripping Harry out of his clothes and kissing his neck while pinning him down on the bed.

“Hey, no fair. I’m naked and you’re not.” Harry pouted, his hands was trying to pull Louis’ blazer off of him. He doesn’t care about the worth of the blazer no more when he found out Louis was the owner of this hotel.

Louis chuckled, pulling away from Harry to take off his blazer by himself since Harry was shit at undressing him.

The younger boy wasn’t so useless when it comes to unbuttoning Louis’ shirt and unzipping Louis’ pants, of course Louis kicked it off of himself.

“Daddy,” Harry moaned, crawling up Louis’ laps and wrapping his legs around Louis’ waist. His bum was rubbing against Louis’ cock. “My daddy.” Harry loved calling him that; the more he does the more he felt more comfortable around the older man.

Louis leaned up to press his lips against Harry’s lips. He thought he couldn’t get enough of Harry’s lips. Or just Harry in general.

“Do you want to ride me, love? How’d you like that?” Louis asked when they pulled away from each other.

Harry gulped, because he can barely take Louis’ cock yesterday, he wasn’t sure if he could ride him. He doesn’t even exactly know how to ride a cock!

“Uh- I want you to take care of me.” Harry said instead, rubbing his ass down on Louis’ cock.

It must’ve done something to Louis because the next thing Harry knew, he was being manhandled down on the bed, Louis attacking Harry’s neck with his lips.

“Lube?” Louis asked, looking around the room.

Harry wasn’t dumb of course he bought lube and a pack of condom with him, he was hoping to get laid anyway. And he did! Twice! By the fucking owner of the fucking hotel too! “It’s in the nightstand.” Harry told him, still lying flat on his back, his own finger twisting his own curls.

Louis thought he looked adorable like that, with his cheeks all flustered and his curls all over the place, Louis never wanted to leave the boy’s side. Not even to get the lube.

But nonetheless, Louis reached over the drawer to get the lube and also the condom he saw. “I’m starting to think we should just stock condoms in every room.” Louis joked, mostly to himself but Harry heard.

“You should, then we can fuck in every room.” He looked up to Louis who was spreading the lube on his fingers. “You don’t need to prep me, I’m still open from last night.”

Louis spread Harry’s legs for him, raising an eyebrow. “Nonsense, preparation is important, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.” Harry moaned at both the nickname and the finger that slipped inside him.

It stings a little, it was probably from last night, Harry was still aching from last night anyway.

“Daddy.” Harry breathe, leaning up to wrapped his arms around Louis’ neck for life support. “More.”

Then a second finger slipped in, making Harry gasped. He wondered if he will ever get used to this feeling.

Louis’ fingers works inside him, leaving a trail of uh uh uh out of Harry’s lips. The boy reached over to kiss Louis’ lips again, Harry seemed to can’t get enough of it.

“More!” Harry screamed when Louis entered a third finger. “More! I need more, please daddy.”

Louis didn’t said anything and pulled out his own fingers, wiping it on the bed sheet.

Harry lied back down, spreading his legs wider but he felt Louis’ tight grip on both of his arms before turning him around.

“Ass up.” Louis commands and Harry did as told. Oh God, he hoped this won’t hurt.

Harry waited patiently as Louis rolled the condom on him and felt Louis’ cock slipping slowly inside his hole.

“Ah!” Harry screamed as it went in deeper, his own hands gripped the pillow below him. “God, it hurts-“ Harry blurted which made Louis stopped right that second.

Harry turned his head to the side to see the worried expression on Louis. “It hurts?”

“No, I mean-“ shit, please don’t pull out. Please don’t leave Harry empty. “It hurts in a good way, yeah? I love it. I love how much it hurts.”

Louis made a mental note to ask Harry about this later, if they’re gonna do this the least he needs to know what Harry likes, what was he into.

But of course Louis still decided to slow down, he wasn’t even thrusting in and out of the boy until Harry gets used to the size and whined. “Lou, fuck me! I can take it!”

That was Louis’ cue to go, both of his hands was holding Harry’s hips tightly, it’ll sure leave a mark later. Then he started thrusting in and out of the boy.

All Harry could do at this point was moan his heart out. He was loud in bed, he discovered this yesterday. And God, does Louis loves it.

“Lou, can you-“ Harry asked, turning his head to the side again to see his daddy at work. “Pull on my hair and make me take it?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Louis groaned, one hand leaving Harry’s hips to pull on his curls till Harry’s head as pulled back. His speed up his own thrust, still trying to find Harry’s prostate.

The boy was in front of him, taking everything Louis had to offer. “Faster!” Harry still dared to say even with the speed Louis was going. “Daddy- oh fuck! Yes! Right there!”

“Here?” Louis slammed the tip of his cock against Harry’s prostate. “Like that?”

“More.” Harry wasn’t sure what he wanted more, but he felt his own cock forgotten and aching. “Daddy, touch me.”

Louis scoffed. “You’ve come untouched before, surely you can do it again.” Then he adds. “You’re gonna come untouched, Harry or I won’t let you come at all.”

Harry cried, he can’t do that! But there was something about being denied that Harry loved. But no, not right now. He deserves to come right now.

So Louis hits his prostate repeatedly until Harry was coming all over his bed. Louis released inside the condom before pulling his cock out of Harry’s hole.

“Fuck, fuck.” Harry was still coming, shit that was a lot of come he needed to release. “God, Lou.” Then he rolled over to lie on his back, where the bed was cleaner and wasn’t soaked with his own come.

He watched Louis tied his used condom in a knot and throw it in the nearby bin before crawling back up to the bed. “Look at this mess, is this what good boys do?”

Harry didn’t know they were still playing, but he loves it. He wants Louis to always be his daddy.

So the younger boy shakes his head, no. “No, daddy, I’m sorry.” He crawled up to sit on Louis’ laps, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck. “I just needed to come is all.”

“Good boys pleases their daddies first, then they came. Now tell me, who came first, Harry?” Louis squeezed his hips.

Harry gasped. “I did, daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, clean it up.” He presses his lips against Harry’s ear. “With your tongue.”

Fuck, is he seriously going to make Harry lick his own come off of the bed?! Harry never tried his own come before.

“Daddy.” Harry wanted to protest but Louis was already picking him off of his lap.

So Harry bent over and stare at his pile of come in disgust. But Louis commanded him to, Harry didn’t want to disobey.

His tongue started to lick his own come, Harry wanted to gag but he tried not to taste it while cleaning up his mess. He almost wished he didn’t come that much.

Once he was finished, he sat up straight, wiping his lips, looking up at Louis who had a smirk on his face, he looks like he was proud of himself rather than proud of Harry. “Wanna go to the club tonight? I know a good place.” Louis asked, as if Harry didn’t just lick his own come to please the man. “And we need to get out of this building sometimes.”

Go out clubbing with Louis? What if they asked for his ID? Harry didn’t know if he should say yes or no.

But he can’t say no to the chance of dancing with Louis and drinking till he threw up, if it was possible, he never want to leave Louis’ side. “Y-yeah, sure.” Harry was being pulled to sit on Louis’ lap again.

They literally just ate but Harry was starving again, he was also tired, he needed a nap, it was only about two in the afternoon, maybe he could nap for an hour then get food.

He didn’t even notice his eyes was starting to shut until he felt Louis picking him up and lay him comfortably on the bed.

Before he drifted to sleep, he heard Louis’ soft voice, whispering. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

Harry wanted to protest because Louis was leaving. Louis was leaving !

But he was too tired to open his eyes, he let himself falls asleep.

—

Harry woke up two hours later because his stomach was grumbling. He lied in bed for a few more minutes, reminiscing the night before and also what happened a few hours ago.

He was still naked on his bed, the covers was pulled up to his waist, Louis probably tucked him in before he left. He remembered Louis saying he’ll pick him up at eight.

It was only around 4:30 and he can’t help but wonders where did Louis go.

—

Louis was up in his suite, pacing back and forth. He needed to get this straight. He needs to get rid of Harry, he was supposed to be a one night stand but every time he see Harry, he always wanted to make more plans, he never want to let go.

The boy was magnetic, Louis felt like there’s a force between them that made Louis kept coming back for him. But then again, Harry does have school and he remembered Harry mentioned an internship, so by Monday Harry was gonna be gone and maybe Louis shouldn’t stress about this.

He had just called room service for dinner, sitting there on his own. Eleanor had sent him a couple of texts, he’d reply and every time Eleanor mentioned Max in a text, Louis just wanted to get Harry up in his suite so he doesn’t have to think about Eleanor and Max.

“Sir, you need to speak with her.” Liam once said when Louis and Liam caught Eleanor the first time.

Liam was more of his assistant than best friend, but he was there for him that time and he was the only person who knew that Louis knew.

And maybe Liam was right, maybe he should just talk to Eleanor about this instead of avoiding her. It’s been two months and now he was fucking someone else behind her back.

Which, probably made him as terrible as Eleanor. But this was easier than talking to her.

He already knows what’s gonna happen if he tries talking to her, she’s going to make him believe that he misunderstand the situation and maybe apologized because Louis got the wrong idea (But Louis knew what he saw) then after that she’s gonna move on like nothing happened between them.

Liam once suggest a divorce, Louis thought of it. But Eleanor’s company was as powerful as his. And Eleanor wouldn’t ruined their marriage for the sake of their companies, The sad thing was; Louis would’ve agreed. Louis’ mum and Eleanor’s dad were business partners before Louis’ mum passed, the two went to university together and fell in love, at least Louis thought it was love.

Everyone would’ve think it was an arranged marriage, but it really wasn’t. And now, Louis kinda wished it was. If it was arranged, he could get a divorce and told her father that there was just no spark between them.

And his poor mother, Louis remembered how happy she was when she found out they were engaged. She told him they were the perfect two, that they’ll inherit from their parents and became powerful business partners.

Eleanor’s father owns most house property across London, then he joined up with Louis’ mum to build an apartment building. But once Eleanor graduated and said she’s opening her own boutique shops, and when it turns to be a huge success.

That’s when Louis took over the hotel from his mum, and he had to work with Eleanor’s dad. They still work together, that’s the worst part.

The apartment is still an on going project and it’s gonna be Louis’ but also Eleanor’s. If he divorce her now, there’s a chance Eleanor will claim it from him. Of course she will.

Which, would make Eleanor and her father more powerful than him. He’ll only be left with his three hotels, you could call him greedy, but it’s business. Everyone wants to be on top.

So no, divorcing her is not an option right now.

At least not until Louis opens two other hotels or Eleanor’s dad passed the apartment complex to him. Louis knows he will, because Eleanor was his only child and what does she knows about real estate? Louis has been working with her father, he knows a thing or two.

Then maybe after that, he’ll divorce her.

—

Harry put on a dark blue t-shirt with his previous tight jeans, it was past eight and Louis was late again.

Of course he was going to be late, Harry should’ve expected it. But thankfully, this time, Louis was only ten minutes late.

When Harry opened his hotel door, revealing Louis, he was wearing nothing but a black shirt and jeans, Harry loves seeing Louis all dressed so pretty but casual looks good on him too. Because at least now, Harry gets a clear view of the tattoos up and down his arms.

“You look gorgeous.” Louis breathed, pulling Harry into his arms.

Harry thought, he looked the same as he always do since they met, but if he said so then.

“You smell gorgeous.” Harry mumbled against his chest, Louis must have a collection of perfume up in his suite.

Does Louis even live in suite?

That was a question for another time, he supposed.

Louis did heard Harry’s comment though, he just chuckled before pressing his lips against Harry’s. “Did you ate?”

“Yeah, the room services are great.” Harry walked down the hallway towards the lift, hand in hand with Louis.

Then Louis remembered. “Oh, about that- remind me to drop your charges when you check out.”

“Drop my what?”

“The hotel bills.” Louis told him.

Oh. Harry was quick to shake his head, no. “I already payed for my bills and you can’t just give me back my money. It’s no big deal, really, Louis.”

They entered the lift, thankfully it was empty so Louis pulled Harry closer to him, one hand reaching to squeeze his ass.

“Nonsense, you’re a student, I know how tight your money gets-“

“Louis, just because I called you daddy doesn’t mean I want you to be my sugar daddy.” Harry cuts him off. “I’m fine with my bills, it’s only fair. I didn’t knew you before.”

Louis frowned. “Maybe next time you’re in the city.”

Oh god, does this mean Louis wanted a next time?

Harry’s cheeks turned the color crimson when he starts thinking of a next time. He wanted to ask if Louis meant that, though he didn’t want to sound dumb.

“My driver got the weekend off.” Louis told him, taking his hand again as they made it down the basement. “So no touching in the car, I’m driving.”

Harry pouted at that then he jumped a little when a car beeps, he turns to the car that beeps. The boy knows nothing about cars but he knew that this car costs probably more than Harry’s tuition for the last three school terms.

It was a Ferrari, Harry wasn’t sure of the name. Ferrari LaFerrari? Of course Louis would have this car. Harry should’ve expected it.

But what Harry didn’t expect was when he went inside the car, oh God, he never wanted to leave this passenger seat.

Can Louis’ feet even reach the pedal? Harry doesn’t dare to ask.

What Harry was certain of was that he wants to drive his car. Maybe he’ll ask Louis if he can drive it later.

But of course, out of the question he wanted to ask the first one that slipped his mouth was the dumbest, yet dirtiest one.

“Are you seriously not gonna let me touch you in here?” Harry frowned. “Because I don’t think I want to touch you anywhere else now.”

Louis chuckled, leaning in to shut his mouth with his own lips. “You can’t touch me now.”

“Or.” Harry licked Louis’ lips. He had gained so much confident for the past twenty four hours. “You can drive and I can suck you off.”

Harry wanted to suck his cock so bad, it was about time.

“What did I said about no touching?”

Harry whined. “If we took my car, we wouldn’t have to worry about the no touching. But in this car!”

Of course Harry was turned on from being in an expensive sports car with Louis.

“You can suck my cock later, love.” Louis leaned back and starts the car. Harry pouted but didn’t say anything.

Before Louis drove out of the basement, he had to put the seatbelt on for Harry because the boy was still frowning.

“Oh stop pouting.” Louis peck his lips to get rid of the pout but it doesn’t work. Harry wanted his cock now. Louis sighed, unzipping his pants.

That definitely got Harry’s attention. “You can play with my cock, but no sucking until we get there!”

A smile went up to replace his pout. “Yes, daddy.” His hand reaches over to touch Louis’ limp cock, already stroking it to get it harder.

Chapter Text

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Louis groaned when he parked in the parking lot of the club, of course he got VIP parking, why does it still amazes Harry that Louis has all the exclusive things in the world?!

The minute Louis parked, Harry bent down to kiss his cock, Harry wasn’t even nervous when he tried to fit the cock into his mouth and now he was sucking it like a pro.

Maybe after all, this was his purpose to live. He was born to suck cocks.

“Come on, take it.” Louis fuck up into his mouth, pulling on his curls on one hand. The other was still gripping the steering wheel. “Harry, I’m close, I’m close- I want to come on your face.”

Harry pulled out immediately when he heard that, Louis stroke his own cock a few times before releasing all over Harry’s beautiful face.

What now? Harry thought. Then his mind went back to when he licked his own come earlier, he could handle someone else’s come, he thought. So he brought his fingers to collect the come on his face and suck on his two fingers.

Louis groaned as he watched Harry cleaned himself up. “You’re filthy.” Louis said once he was done, leaning in to kiss Harry’s swollen red lips. “Makes me wants to fuck you right here.”

“Please.” Harry begged. His cock was already hard from sucking Louis off.

Louis tugged his soft cock inside his jeans, taking off his seatbelt. “Maybe later, I need a drink.”

“Okay, but promise.” Harry said as Louis left the car, so Harry quickly to get out and run to Louis’ side.

Louis took his hand and pulling it up to kiss his knuckles. “Promise, I’ll fuck you later.”

—

No one asked for an ID when Louis’ name was on the list, the club was huge, they went up to the second floor when the VIP section was, according to Louis.

Louis ordered a bottle of whiskey for the two of them, at least that’s what Harry heard. But his eyes was busy starring at everyone else in the VIP section. Harry thank God he didn’t have to order. Harry had whiskey before, that one time Niall broke his parents’ liquor collection.

But knowing Louis, whatever the fuck he just ordered got to be expensive, it probably tastes so rich, Harry knew his tongue is gonna burn. At least he gets to suck Louis off before he burnt his tongue, Harry thought.

Once the waitress was gone, Louis scooted closer on the sofa, one arm already pulling Harry closer and the other holding his waist. “Do you really have to go back tomorrow?” Louis pouted, leaning in to peck Harry all over his face as if he’s the most precious thing Louis has ever seen. He truly was.

Suddenly, Harry had the urge to quit school, runaway to London and just stay with Louis for the rest of his life. But of course that would be plan B, if he didn’t pass his A levels of course.

But Harry risked himself and said. “I could always come back next weekend.” Harry immediately regretted asking that because Louis probably didn’t want to see him again, he was probably just being nice.

Louis perked up at his words, his hand left Harry’s waist to pull out his phone from his back pocket. “Yeah? Better give me your number then. I’ll give you a free room next time- no denying! It’s on me.”

“Everything’s on you since we met.” Harry took Louis’ phone from him, Louis already had it unlocked and put in his number, Harry being the little shit he is, saved his number with two heart emojies after his name before returning the phone to Louis.

Louis made a mental note to remove those hearts later, just in case Eleanor see.

Then Harry looked up to him. “Can I at least pay for something?”

“You already paid for your hotel room, love.” Louis chuckled. “Listen, I don’t have a problem with paying for you, I asked you for lunch- and I asked you tonight. It’s only fair to pay.”

Harry hummed. “So if I ask you out-“

“Nope, Babe. It’s still gonna be on me.” Louis was literally pulling Harry up on his lap, so Harry obeyed and sit on his lap, his arms immediately wrapped around the older man’s neck. “Now stop complaining.”

And this man was supposed to be Harry’s one night and never see again. How did this happen? Going out again and making plans to see each other soon?

Harry leaned down to kiss Louis’ lips, this time it was slow and passionate. It wasn’t full of lust nor was it sloppy. Harry likes this better, the thought. Not that he doesn’t like sloppy kisses with Louis. But this one was nicer.

The younger boy only pulled away when he gasped for air, then leaned in to kiss him again only to be stopped by the waitress clearing her throat.

Harry pulled away and turned to see the waitress placing the bottle and two empty glasses in front of them.

“Thanks,” Harry smiled and she smiled back sweetly before leaving them to finish where they left off.

But when Harry turned to kiss Louis some more, he was already reaching for the drink. “Do you wanna dance later?” Louis asked, his arms leaving Harry, but the boy was still on his lap, so he could open the bottle.

Harry nodded quickly, he loves dancing, not that he can, but he loves it. He always go to parties his classmates threw only so he could dance his heart out.

But this was going to be different, he was going to dance with Louis.

Louis, being the gentleman he is, pour the beverage in the empty glass and hand it to him before he pour some for himself. “Shit, look at those marks.” Louis smirked, leaning in to kiss the hickeys all over Harry’s neck after he took a sip of his drink. “Looks good on you.”

“Yeah, how am I gonna hide this from my mum?” Harry asked as if he’s asking Niall, or any other of this friends.

He didn’t realized what he said until Louis pointed it out. “Oh, you still live with your mum? Cute.”

“I, uh.” Think, Harry, think. “I don’t have any class on Monday and it’s always mum and me time.”

After he said it, he felt dumb. Louis never asked for an explanation, he probably doesn’t care. “Yeah? How cute is that? having quality time with your mum every week.” Louis smiled, fondly. He looks so gorgeous, a smile really suits him. Harry wants him to smile, always. “I barely see my mum when I was in uni.”

Harry frowned, because he didn’t want to put Louis in a sad mode about his mum. Harry gulped his drink down, he didn’t said anything, he really wasn’t sure what to say.

So instead Harry said. “You know, me and my mum stayed at the Cumberland before. In Ireland.” He remembered when he was there for Niall’s brother’s wedding, it was two years ago, actually. “Is that also yours? Cause that’s huge, how do you handle two hotels?”

“Three.” Louis smiled, he had more attention on his glass than at Harry. “And in Manchester. And it’s not that hard when you have people working for you.”

Harry still can’t wrap it around his head that he was in a club with a hot and rich business man who could literally do anything to Harry and Harry would still thank him and calls him daddy.

“What about you though, after uni. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?”

Harry frowned, internally, if that was possible. Because Louis was sitting here thinking he’s some computer science geek when Harry doesn’t even know he could turn his phone back on with just plugging the charger in until recently.

And Harry wanted to talk about what he actually wants to do. He doesn’t want to pretend but also Louis can’t know he’s a seventeen year old, at least not yet.

But, Harry said it anyway. “America.” He grinned. “Los Angeles, preferably.” Then he rest his head on Louis’ chest. “I want to make it to the industry.”

“Oh, you sing?” The Louis guessed it. “Do you still study to please your parents?”

Harry just nodded, his mum was actually fine with anything Harry wanted to do with his career, in fact she was really supportive of Harry becoming a singer but she always told him- after he graduated high school- but Louis doesn’t need to know that.

“I have a friend,” Louis started. “He owns this label-“

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. “No! I mean.” Harry cleared his throat. “I mean, after I graduated. Maybe. Besides, I’m not actually good enough.”

“Darling, your moans are heavenly, I can only imagine your singing.” Louis teased, his hand crawled up to brush his fingers against Harry’s curls. “Come now, you promised me a dance.”

—

Harry wasn’t sure what he was doing, all he know was Louis pressing his front against Harry’s back and was moving to the rhythm of the song.

It wasn’t easy dancing with Louis when he was scared if he fucked it up Louis would walk away from him. Louis seemed like the type of guy who doesn’t want to waste his time with fuck up people. But then again, he stayed with Harry after Harry made a fool of himself that first night they were together.

Louis’ hands was guiding Harry’s hips, it was obvious Louis was getting hard in his pants, Harry can feel the outline of his cock against him.

But then Louis stopped and Harry wanted to turn around and apologized but before he could, Louis was already tugging on his hand and taking him away from the dance floor only to enter the men’s room.

The men’s room wasn’t empty, obviously, but it wasn’t crowded either. There was only one guy by the urinal that was of course minding his own business and probably someone else in the closed stall.

Harry was pushed inside a stall and he whimpered when he turns to see Louis, locking the door behind him.

“Lou,” Harry whimpered again when Louis pressed against Harry and the wall, leaning down to suck on Harry’s neck, already forming a new Mark.

Harry wanted to moan but he tried to keep quite as if the people out dancing could hear him. “Lou, not here.” He managed to say, little moans escaping his lips. “I don’t like it, it smells like sweat and piss.”

“Shit, you’re such a princess.” Louis pulled away, both his hands moved down to squeeze Harry’s hips, Harry gasped because he loves how hard Louis was squeezing his love handles. “Fine, come on.”

Harry has been with Louis all night to know how much he has to drink, even before they left, Louis took them back up to their booth only to take the half empty bottle and chug it down. Harry barely finished his first glass and he was kind of glad he didn’t drink when he saw how wasted Louis was.

Louis was stumbling with Harry in his arms, walking back to his car. “Give me the keys.” Harry commanded.

The older man chuckled. “I’m not drunk, tipsy, maybe.” But he still reached for his keys in his back pocket. “But I know how bad you want to drive my car.”

They were standing right below the street light and Harry thought he never payed attention to Louis’ fingers because he has only noticed a “28” tattoo and Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach because there was an obvious tan line on his ring finger, was there a ring? was there somebody? Is Harry a rebound ? Is Louis still with this person?

He wanted to ask as he took the keys but Louis probably doesn’t know how to properly answer, his words were already slurring and he was walking funny.

“Are we still gonna fuck?” Louis asked from the passenger seat.

Harry wanted to, but his head was still going over Louis’ finger, he was sure there was a ring there. It has to be with the tan line and all. “Maybe tomorrow, we fucked earlier anyway.” Harry said, instead, staring the car.

“I promised I’ll fuck you!” Louis huffed like a ten years old. “And you didn’t got the chance to get off after you suck me off- or I can, right now.”

Harry laughed- he couldn’t help but to when Louis was next to him, looking all desperate. But Harry knows better than to let the man fuck him now- or even just suck him off. “Tomorrow.” Harry clarified, as he start to drive back to the hotel.

—

It was dumb that Louis said he wasn’t drunk, because the man was literally clinging on Harry as he took him up to his room. Harry would’ve took him to his suite but Harry didn’t had Louis’ card and he didn’t want to go through Louis’ pockets, because he was sure there’s security cameras everywhere.

And what if they think Harry was trying to rob their beloved owner?!

Harry took off Louis’ shoes once he was safely in bed, his eyes were still focused on the fucking tan line. Harry kept wondering if he was divorced or cheating because Harry can’t tolerate cheating men.

Maybe he could wait till tomorrow to ask. But until then, he was just lying there, next to Louis, starring at his sleeping figure while he still could.

—

Louis woke up the next morning in the unfamiliar room- not really unfamiliar, he was sure he knew what all his hotel rooms looks like, and he knew he’s been here yesterday, it was just not his suite.

And Harry wasn’t even there next to him, that’s when Louis quickly sat up and looked around the empty room only to get a head rush from both the pounding in his head and how fast he sat up.

The first thing in his mind was that Harry already left and probably checked out and told Annie or Roberta in the receptionist table that Mr. Tomlinson is in his room.

Shit, if he did.

He was sure just from having brunch with Harry, hand in hand, people are already talking about him and wondering what he did to his wife. Louis didn’t give a fuck then, these people can’t tell Eleanor, there was no possible way. But if Harry just straightforwardly said it to the receptionists, they’ll ask Liam and Liam will a hundred percent tell Sophia, the woman of his dreams who also-

“You’re up!” Harry came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Louis sighed in relief to see the boy still there.

Louis pressed his back against the headboard, his head was still pounding.

“Morning, here, I prepared this for you.” Harry grinned, sitting on the bed next to Louis and taking a glass and a tube of aspirins.

Louis can’t help but smile fondly at the boy, Harry must’ve been an angel sent here to safe Louis. Because this boy took care of him last night and right now. He was to sweet to be true.

“Thanks.” Louis croaked. “When are you leaving?”

Harry frowned, remembering he had to leave. He looks like he never wanted to leave, and Louis never wanted him to go. Hell, he’ll let Harry live up in his suite if he would. “Later, noon-ish. I’d like to spend more time with you.” Harry’s cheeks turns red at his own words. “But with less alcohol and more of this.” And with that he leaned in to kiss Louis on the lips, but Louis quickly pull away, groaning.

“Not now, I probably smell horrible.”

“I don’t mind.” Harry shrugged, his placed his hands on Louis’ thighs that was still covered with the bed cover. “Do you want me to call room service? What do you want for breakfast?”

“No, don’t order, they’re gonna charge you.” Louis told him. “We can just go down to the restaurant after I shower.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I know they’re gonna charge me-“

“Harry.”

“Louis.”

Then they both stare at each other with glaring eyes. “I told you, just because I call yo-“

“Yeah, I get that. But this is literally my hotel, why would you pay when I get everything here for free?” Louis finally took the glass and aspirin from Harry. He really needed this.

Harry frowned. “Fine, But hurry.” And with that he stood up and went over his suitcase.

He was nervous to change in front of Louis, it was dumb because Louis had seen every inch of him, but he was still nervous he had to went back to the bathroom when he realized Louis wasn’t getting up until he dropped his towel.

—

They sat together, at breakfast, having small talks- most of stuff Harry said was a lie, like why he chose to study computer science and that’s his going to graduate this year and that his internship was going great.

But it doesn’t matter, because Louis was probably lying to him as well this whole time. Everytime the man reaches for his hand, Harry can’t help but drop his eyes to his ring finger. He should ask.

So he did, just when the two finished their breakfast and Louis took Harry’s hand as they stood up and walk out of the restaurant, everyone smiled at Louis like they always do, Louis would just nod their way.

“Lou?” Harry started once they were in the lift, Louis was probably taking Harry back to his suite.

Harry didn’t mind, he’d love to spend his last few hours here up in Louis’ suite.

The older man hummed in response, he was paying more attention to his phone.

But once Harry asked it, Louis’ eyes immediately met Harry’s. “Are you married?”

“Why- why would you think that?” Louis asked instead of answering the question.

Harry shrugged, looking down on his own shoes. “Your finger-“

Louis raised an eyebrow then he realized the obvious tan line on his ring finger. He had that ring on for too long. And he only took if off literally the night before he met Harry.

“I uh-I was.” Louis was quick to lie. “But it doesn’t matter, we aren’t together anymore.” It was partly true. Only partly.

The lift slides open and they both left the box, walking, still hand in hand down the hall. “So, this is okay, right?” Harry asked referring to them being together.

“I don’t see why not.” Louis chuckled, stopping in front of his suite then pressed his card against the knob before it opens and let the two of them enter.

“What even are we?” Harry dared to ask. Because this was supposed to be a one night thing and it looks like now they can’t stay away from each other.

Louis didn’t know how to answer that, of course.

“Are we like, fuck buddies? Or are we together?” Harry can’t stop asking, he can’t stop talking. “Or are we going to pretend this weekend never happened?”

“Harry, I don’t want to pretend this weekend never happened.” Louis pulled him closer to him, pressing their bodies together. “But it’s too early to say we’re together, though I want to keep seeing you again.”

Harry perked up, his hands wrapped around Louis’ neck. “You do?”

“Baby, I’ll let you live here if you want to.” Louis chuckled, leaning in to kiss Harry. He’s getting enough of these lips till he can see Harry again.

Chapter Text

Louis doesn’t want to waste their precious time together, it seemed like it. Because everything happened so fast and now Harry was laid out on his big bed and Louis was pounding inside him, holding his hands above his head and keep him in his place.

It couldn’t get hotter than this, Harry thought. He loves this. Love giving up all his control and let Louis do whatever he wants.

Who knows how long it’s been since Louis been inside him and how many times Harry had moaned and call him daddy but they weren’t close to coming, Louis had to pull out of him and rolled to the empty part of the bed, sitting up.

Of course, Harry whined and turned his head to the side. “Lou-“

“Come here, I want you to ride me.”

Harry’s eyes dropped to Louis’ red cock, lying on top of his stomach. “Lou, I can’t- I’m not good at that.” What Harry was meaning to say was, he never done that.

Louis scoffed. “Nonsense, I’m sure you’ll do great. Come on, babe. Come here.” Louis was encouraging, he really was. Because Harry didn’t fight him as he crawled up to Louis, straddling the man and he wasn’t sure what he should do now.

Thank God, Louis was helping Harry and helping himself, lining his cock with Harry’s hole and let him sink down to it.

Harry screamed like he always do, it was so full. He felt full. “Lou- Daddy.” Harry moaned, his hands placed themselves on Louis’ chest. “Oh God, how do I-“

He felt Louis’ hands on his cheeks, spreading them as Harry moves in circular motion, still wasn’t sure what he was doing. “You got to- lift yourself up a bit, babe, come on.” Louis was literally here, teaching him how to ride a cock. Harry’s cheeks has been burning since they get in bed, it must be on fire by now. “Yeah, just like that, now go further down.”

Harry was already tired and he barely did anything, then Louis’ hands left his cheeks only to place them on Harry’s hips. “Okay, you’re doing great. Just bounce on top of me, just like that.”

Louis really was encouraging. He wondered if Louis notice he never rode a cock before, or even get pounded by a cock that’s not Louis’

“Lik-like this?” Harry bounced, up and down, going faster as he moans Louis’ name. He was probably going too fast because he felt Louis’ cock slipped out of him and he wanted to cry, both from the emptiness and how stupid he was.

But Louis didn’t think it was stupid, in fact he lined his cock back in Harry’s entrance and let Harry sink down himself. “That’s fine, you’re doing great.”

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Harry’s hard nipple. Hands still squeezing his love handles.

“Daddy,” Harry moaned. “Please- please, I’m so close.”

One of Louis’ hand left his hips, Harry felt it before he saw it, Louis was squeezing Harry’s cock and that’s literally what it took to Harry to come all over Louis’ stomach. “Ah! Ah!” Harry screamed, still bouncing because Louis hasn’t come yet.

“Make me come.” Louis commanded, then he fuck up into Harry to reach for his own orgasm.

That’s when Harry decided to bounce faster, he knew Louis came when the man groaned and squeezed his hips even tighter.

Harry immediately slipped out of Louis, falling next to him on the empty side of the bed. Louis didn’t get up to take off his condom, he just tied it to a knot and dropped it on the floor. “Hey, now- I believe you made a mess.”

That got Harry all excited again, he knew what Louis wants. He quickly placed a finger on top of Louis’ stomach but Louis was quick to caught his wrist. “With your tongue.”

Harry’s legs was shaking as he got on all four, leaned down to lick his come off of Louis’ stomach. He wasn’t even brave enough to open his eyes and see Louis.

When Louis was cleaned, that’s when he finally look up. “Come here, I want to taste you.” Harry happily obliged, pressing his lips against Louis’

Louis’ tongue slipped inside him, this was probably the sloppiest kiss they had by far.

“Fuck, why don’t you just stay here?” Louis gasped when they pulled away from each other. “It’s only an hour ride to your campus, right?”

Harry giggled, he does it so beautifully, Louis wanted to cry. “Promise, I’ll visit a lot.”

“You better, love.”

—

Harry felt like a changed man when he walked into school on Monday, he wasn’t wearing his uniform jacket like he usually do, mainly so people can see more of his hickeys.

When he came home yesterday, his mum wasn’t home, Thank God. And when she did, he pretended to be asleep when he was actually texting Louis.

Who would’ve thought Louis would text him asking if he’s home safely?

And this morning, Harry wore a scarf like it was cold outside, but he took it off the minute he gets to school, of course.

Niall was the first to notice when Harry was taking out his biology book from his locker.

“What the hell is this?” He poked on the purple mark. “And this?” He poked on another. “And this- Harry, who hurt you?!”

Harry slapped his hand off of him. “Oh, Niall, for someone who’s not a virgin, you sure is inexperienced. No one hurt me, genius.”

Niall’s eyes widen at that. “Harry.”

“Niall.” Harry smirked, smugly. Niall wanted to slap him.

“Harry! Who was it with?! What the hell?! Please don’t tell me your hot neighbor-“

“No! It’s someone hotter than him.” Harry closed his locker shut. “But I’m not going to kiss and tell, I’m not about that life.”

“Fuck whatever you just said, I’m your best mate! Who is it?!” Niall followed Harry as he walked away.

And Niall got a point, of course he’s going to tell Niall. And everyone else. He probably gonna ended up telling the whole school.

It was obvious a few people was starring at him. “Okay, well, I met this guy in London-“

“You what in where?!” Niall caught his hand, stopping him in his track. “Like, last weekend?!”

Harry nodded, like it was no big deal. “And we spent the entire weekend together, it was magical! He was so amazing! He taught me how to ride him!”

“Okay, I didn’t need to know that.” Niall shuddered. “It’s just- Harry, who is this man?!”

Harry smiled idiotically, Niall always thought, for a bright student, Harry was kind of idiotic. “Just this guy I met at the bar, oh! And you know what’s the best part?”

“What?! Wait- hold up.” Niall was confused in every way possible. “You mean you met this guy and just let him fuck you?! Your virgin ass?!”

Harry tsked. “When you said it like that, it sounds so bad.”

“Because it is bad, Harry! Who even is this guy?! You could’ve gotten hurt! You just let some guy picks you up and- Harry! You’re out of your mind!” Niall can’t calm down now. “Does he even know how old you are?!”

That question dropped the smile from his face. “Uh, no, he thinks I’m in my last year on uni, anyway-“

“Harry! You fucker!” Niall sighed. “When I said you’re missing out I don’t mean you should find a random guy and let him fuck you!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s not a random guy anymore, because we are already planning to see each other again.” Harry grinned. “And we’ve been texting since i got back-“ and Harry felt his phone vibrates in his pocket, smirking as he pulled it out. “Oh look, that’s him right now. Aw cute! He said good morning!”

—

The day dragged on with Nadine, Niall and Maisie repeatedly telling him how stupid he was and that he should stop texting Louis.

Which was what he has been doing all day, how could he ignore Louis when he’s being cute and chatty?

The dumbest thing Harry sent today was “omg, you have an office???? I thought you just wandered around your hotel all day xx” after Louis told him its a busy day in his office today.

That was stupid, of course he has an office. But as usual, Louis didn’t replied with something that’ll make him feel even more stupid.

“Harry, you’re still texting that man.” Nadine pointed out as they walked out of school together, she asked for a ride and Harry past her house everyday, also because he needs her to cover his marks with makeup, she told him she’ll do it for a free ride.

Harry rolled his eyes, slipping his phone in his pocket after he replied to Louis. “He’s harmless, I promise.”

“Does that mean we get to meet him?” Nadine said sarcastically, because really, they all know Harry never going to introduce his friends to Louis.

He already said it himself.

—

That day, Louis actually went home to his penthouse instead of staying at his suite again.

Because Eleanor said something about coming back from Manchester and that she booked them dinner plans. Louis wanted to tell her he’s working late tonight, but Liam told him it’s best to either try to fix things right or broke things off.

But Liam doesn’t know about Harry. It was complicated enough without Harry, so Louis might as well not tell him that he’s also seeing someone else. But Liam was right, he had to face her.

Seeing Eleanor would be easier if he was on something, so he made it back to their shared penthouse before Eleanor, going in their en suite only to spread the white powder on his bathroom counter.

The last time he took this was probably last week before Eleanor went to France. He tried to tell himself he’s not addicted, and maybe he’s not, only when he had to see his wife. Maybe, because it keeps him energetic so he doesn’t have to be so grumpy around her. He always is, since he found out, it was pathetic.

Louis was just starting, bending over the counter, about to snort when-

“Honey,” The familiar’s voice caught him, he immediately stood up and took a step back, starring at his wife by the bathroom door.

Her eyes was fixed on the counter, then turn to face her husband.

“I- I can explain.” He really can’t, but it felt like the right thing to say if he wanted to break their silence.

Eleanor sighed, walking closer to the man and pulled him into a tight hug. It was a comforting hug, when was the last time she comfort him like this?! Probably when his mum died, but they were in good terms then. “I’ll cancel our reservation, we can just order in.”

Louis hated himself for wrapping his arms around her, one, so she won’t let go. two, because he didn’t want her to let go. He really needed her hug.

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Louis ended up in his sofa with Eleanor, watching whatever was on the Telly, it was only on for background noises. They were actually chatting.

This was nice, Louis thought, getting to spend nights like this with her again. And Eleanor didn’t even brought up about what happened earlier and what she saw. 

They were both the same, they never talked about stuff they should. Like the fact that Louis saw her with Max, the fact that he was doing drugs, but no, they act like nothing happened. And Louis didn’t want to think about Max and her right now, not when they’re having a great night.

“Lou, sweetheart?” Eleanor started when they were cuddling against each other and Louis was falling asleep after all those food and a long day at work. “I think we’re ready for a baby.” 

Louis wasn’t half asleep no more when she said it, his eyes were wide open and he had to shift so he could face her, the woman turned to face her husband as well. “A baby?! But- but, you have all this stores and you’re still busy traveling back and forth and I have to manage three hotels!”

“Four soon.” Eleanor always had to remind him. 

“Right, four!” Louis shakes his head, no. This can’t be happening. They both agreed to wait, because they’re both are always busy. “And your dad and I haven’t finished our project, listen, it’s a busy year.” 

“Yeah, But we’ll always have busy years! We’re not ever going to get less busier and now is the perfect time!” Eleanor tried, turning around so she can face him, taking both of his hands- then that’s when she noticed. “What happened to your ring?” 

Louis looked down on his own finger and shit. “I took it off,” Louis gulped. “Felt heavy when I’m typing, don’t worry, I didn’t lose it or anything.” 

She didn’t seemed to care about the missing ring. Louis really didn’t lose it anyway. “Anyway, Lou, please, at least think about it.” 

“I’ll think about it.” Louis promised, but now he’s paranoid again because Eleanor never bugged him about this. Ever. 

What if- shit, what if she’s already pregnant with Max’s baby?! And saying this was an excuse so he’ll think it’s his. No, That sounds stupider now that Louis actually think it through. 

But he was sure of himself, that he set in his mind on saying not yet.

“Okay, you’ll think about it.” Eleanor clarified then leaned in, pressing her lips against his, he didn’t get to kiss back because she pulled away so quickly, only to scoot closer and give him more small quick kisses. “But now, I don’t want you to think.”

Fuck. 

The last time they had sex was at least two weeks ago and Louis was on ecstasy. He had to or he can’t do it with her. This time he had to go sober, he could deny and said he wasn’t up to fuck. But a small part of him wanted to, for the sake of not ruining their night and also because he missed this. 

He missed being sober and being closer to her at the same time. 

— 

Harry was frowning and starring at his phone. It’s been at least four hours since Louis texted him, was he with someone else? If he was- why does Harry cares so much? They’re nothing yet, Louis said it himself. 

But Harry wanted Louis to keep texting him, the last thing Louis said was that he was leaving from work and was going home. Said he had enough of his hotel for the day.

Then Harry replied with a “Okay, text me when you’re home xx I’m gonna dine w mum then study.”

“You know, a watch pot never beeps.” His mum appeared, sitting next to him in the living room with a bowl of strawberry and whipped cream. Harry’s hand was already reaching for it.

Harry bite on the strawberry, saying. “It’s a phone, mum. Not a pot.” 

“Who are you waiting to text you anyway?” His mum asked like she was one of his best friend. And maybe she was.

They always talk about everything together, they had no secrets between one another and Harry felt bad that he can’t exactly tell him mum about Louis.

She was fine with his sexuality, said she knew since he was four. Said it wasn’t a big deal as long as he was happy. But can she really be happy if she knows Harry lost his virginity to a twenty six years old business man in London? So he better not talk about it. 

“Just, someone I’m doing a science project with. He’s supposed to text me and tell me how far is he so I can continue the rest.” Harry lied. “But he barely ever do anything, he probably hasn’t started that’s why he hasn’t text me!”

Anne raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t Mason your lab partner?” 

She really do knows everything about him. 

“Is Mason also the same person who give you those?” 

“Those- what? Shit.” Harry cursed under his breath,  because Nadine already did try to cover him up, but it’s either got wiped away or her makeup was shit. 

Anne didn’t look angry, in fact she looked amused. “So, you and Mason?” 

“No! Gross, ew.” Harry shuddered. Mason met Anne once when he was here to do a science project, Anne said he was cute but Harry thinks Mason is a bit disgusting for his liking. 

Anne hummed. “Well, you were with Niall all weekend-“ 

“It wasn’t Niall!” Harry cuts her off before she gets the wrong idea. But once he said it, he regretted it. Because now he was caught not staying at Niall also he could just say it’s Niall so he won’t have to explain. 

He got a lot of lying to do tonight, and maybe it’s good to past the time instead of waiting for Louis to text back faster.

“I mean, Niall threw a party and I mess around with someone. It wasn’t a big deal, we didn’t do anything, please don’t get the wrong idea.” Harry was starting to be great at lying, he thought. 

Anne laughed. “Honey, it’s fine. My baby boy is growing up so fast, Aw.” He knew she’ll turn this emotional somehow. 

She always does. 

—

Louis lied there, in their king sized bed with Eleanor in his arms. He felt so fucked up. Which is bad because he shouldn’t feel this way when he was having sex with his wife. He should’ve felt fucked up when he did it with Harry! 

Speaking of Harry, Louis reached for his phone, unlocking it when he saw Harry had sent him another text message.

Harry : where are you ? )): are you not home yet???? 

Louis : hi, I’m sorry for the late reply. My phone died and I haven’t got the chance to charge till now xx 

Harry : hiii :D you’re back !!! 

Harry : you’re so busy you don’t even have time to charge your phone

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Louis told him to meet at this restaurant, the name sounded fancy and knowing Louis it was probably as fancy as it sounds.

So Harry but on a nice patterned shirt and a tight jeans but frowned when he arrived to see everyone, he was clearly underdressed. 

“You came just in time.” He quickly turned his head to see Louis, arms already sneaking around Harry’s waist and pulling him closer.

God, he is truly a work of art, Harry thought, with his beautiful hair all slicked up to the back and his jet black blazer, he probably just got off work, Harry thought. 

“Hi.” Harry squeaked but Louis was smiling politely at a waiter who walked their way.

“I booked a reservation under the name Tomlinson.” Louis said before the waiter even got a chance to greet him. 

The waiter looked down at the iPad he was holding and nodded when he found the name. “Right this way, Mr. Tomlinson.” 

The restaurant was more fancy than anything Harry has ever been to, he was kinda embarrassed to let himself walk in like this. 

“I missed you,” Louis scoot closer to Harry once the waiter left them to get the menus. They were sitting in a booth, Harry knew it was so Louis can get close to him as possible. Harry didn’t mind. 

Harry looked up to the man next to him, he already wanted to skip dinner and kiss him all over. “Louis, it’s only been two days, get yourself together.” He joked.

“I can’t help it.” Louis leaned down already pressing his lips against Harry but they both pulled away when someone cleared their throat. 

They looked up to see the waiter with the menus. “Thank you.” Louis smiled at him again taking the menus and hand one to Harry. 

Harry grew up in a posh family but he couldn’t believe the prices when he saw the menu, he knew Louis was going to offer him dinner but Harry already planned to split the check but he was sure he can’t afford even the cheapest thing here.

Louis must’ve already ordered when Harry was lost with the menu, because he heard Louis said. “Love, What are you ordering?”

Then Harry glanced at Louis then the waiter then back at the menu. “I’ll just- I’ll have what you’re having.”

The waiter nods and wrote it down on his iPad. 

“And a bottle of minor.” Louis added.

Then Harry had to add. “And an ice tea.” 

Once the waiter wrote it down and left, Louis turned to face him with an eyebrow raised. “An Ice tea, really?” 

“It’s a school night and my mum will kill me if I come home-“ Fuck. He kept blurting out that he still lives with his mum.  It wouldn’t be embarrassing if Louis knew how old he really was and what grade he’s in now.

But Louis didn’t question it, he just pulled Harry closer, if it was possible to be closer to each other. “Still wish you could stay over tonight, I could wake you up real early-“ 

“Lou, shut up.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis, mainly to shut him up in case Harry was gonna reply with something dumb again.

Louis, needed this. 

He needs Harry around him and have his full attention, for once he wasn’t thinking about Eleanor. Who promised she’ll be back in an hour but Louis was sure she still wasn’t home. 

The woman hasn’t even text Louis once, not even to let him know she’s still alive. 

“You looked exhausted.” Harry pointed out after he broke the kiss. “Long day at work?” 

Louis shrugged. “Actually, I didn’t exactly go to work today.”

“Do you do that sometimes? Not go because you can and there’s no one to fire you?” Harry giggled. “That’s goals.” 

Louis leaned closer to rest his chin on top of Harry’s. “Yeah, But that doesn’t mean I don’t have Liam calling for me every five seconds. It’s kinda like work from home.”

“Was that what made you exhausted?” 

And Louis didn’t want to go on details about his day with his wife, so he just cleared his throat and lied. “Yeah.” 

—

Harry can’t help himself once the wine was in front of him, his ice tea ended up untouched and he wasn’t sure how many glasses he drank, Louis told him he had enough when Harry started singing loudly and everyone was starring at them. 

“Okay, my bad, I shouldn’t have made you drink.” Louis sighed as he left the restaurant with Harry in his arms, because Harry was going to fall down if he let go. 

Harry laughed- there was nothing funny about what Louis just said. “Please, it’s just wine. I’m fine!”

“I’ll take you back to the hotel, you can skip your first class tomorrow, I think that’d be best-“

“No!” Harry suddenly said making Louis jumped a little. They were waiting for Louis’ car since he got a valet parking and they had to drive Louis’ car to him. “My mums gonna kill me- just, can you drive me?” And then he looks around the car for a few seconds before saying. “Actually, She’s gonna kill me if I come home like this. Your hotel it is.” 

Louis can’t help but smile fondly at the boy next to him. “So, you do still live with your mum.” 

The two were waiting for Louis’ car, he called his driver five minutes before they left the restaurant, he was in the parking lot somewhere. “Where else would I live, Louis?” 

Louis didn’t answered that, once he spot his driver and his car, Louis fished Harry’s keys out of his pocket and gave it to his driver, he knows for a fact, Harry’s going to freak when he wakes up and his car was left at the restaurant. 

“It’s the dark blue car with a rainbow sticker!” Harry told Louis’ driver before entering Louis’ car with him. “Fuck school, I can stay with you all day.” He said, leaning in to kiss Louis. 

—

Harry woke up the next morning, he never felt more comfortable than he was right now. The soft bed and someone cuddling him protectively- wait, why is there someone holding him?!

Harry looked up to see Louis, still asleep and he had to look around to see he was in the familiar hotel suite. 

The boy didn’t waste no time, trying to release himself out of Louis’ grip- which woke Louis up. 

Harry’s first thought was that this man took advantage of Harry while he was unconscious and that his friends was right, he shouldn’t have trust Louis that much. 

“You arse!” Harry grab a pillow behind him and starts hitting Louis with it.

If Louis was half asleep before, he was fully awake now. “Hey! What the fuck?!” Louis grabbed on the pillow and threw it on the floor only to have Harry to tackle him with tears running down his face. 

“Fucking arse!” Harry continued to cuss, trying to free his hands out of Louis’ grip so he could throw a punch. 

But Louis didn’t let go. “Harry, calm down! What the fuck?!” 

“You can’t just-“ Harry stopped struggling, sitting on the bed with his hands still on Louis’ grip. “I was unconscious! You were taking advantage of me! That’s not fair! I-I’m just a kid.“ he blurted out. Not that he’s a kid, he knows he’s legal but Louis still probably won’t take him the first time if he told Louis he was 17. 

Louis sighed, watching the boy broke into tears. “Harry, I didn’t fuck you last night.” He let go of Harry’s hands. “I know I’m not supposed to do that.”

“Then why aren’t you wearing any shirt?!” 

“Because I didn’t want to sleep in it, you’re wearing yours! I didn’t took it off.” Louis pointed out. “Do you feel any kind of pain in your hole? Look- there isn’t even a new mark.” 

That calmed Harry down a little bit, but he just sat there in silent, starring at Louis. 

“Harry, baby,I won’t ever take advantage of you.” Louis confirmed. “Besides, I wasn’t planning to fuck last night, I just wanted to see you.” 

Harry stayed quite, he looked down on his own fingers before mumbling an apology. He looked so cute, with his messy curls and his red cheeks despite the drying tears on his face. 

“That’s fine, love. Just don’t wake me up like that again.” Louis chuckled, pulling the boy into his arms. “Harry, you’re late for school by the way.”

Harry turned to the clock above the door, it was ten in the morning. He had missed his first period and everyone’s probably wondering where he is. He could lie to get a makeup test but what if his mum found out he skipped school?! 

He didn’t want to think about that right now, he got Louis with him. “Might as well just skip it, I guess.” Harry shrugged, resting his head on Louis’ chest. “Can we go back to sleep?” 

“You do that, I have work.” Louis chuckled, kissing the top of Harry’s head. “I’ll see you at lunch though, and you can order room service if you get hungry.” 

Harry had a million reasons why he should quit school and move in with Louis. 

—

Once Louis left him all alone in the suite, giving him back his car keys and told him that his driver had picked up his car from him, Harry felt safer.

Because Louis did said he could go home if he wanted to, and he was also welcomed to stay. So Harry chose to stay after texting Niall to tell his mum that he stayed over at Niall’s last night and got a stomach flu, it took a lot of convincing because Niall didn’t liked the idea of him going to London and skip school but Niall gave in anyways.

He also texted his mum just to be sure, but thank God none of the teachers had ask her where he was. Anne let her stay at Niall’s because his excuse was Niall was already late so he couldn’t drive him and that he couldn’t drive himself at this situation. 

The good thing was, She bought it. Which means he gets to spend some more time with Louis. 

Harry took a shower in his suite and put on a shirt from Louis’ closet, Louis did said he could borrow anything Louis has in the closet. But all the man has in there is his work close like blazers and dress pants and shirts, so Harry chose the shirt. 

He thought he looked adorable in nothing but Louis’ shirt, he felt like he’s Louis’ trophy wife, which he didn’t know was a bad or good thing. But he felt good. He wished he had a panties to match, but he wasn’t even wearing anything underneath. 

He heard the door opened just after he ordered room service for their lunch, he was sat behind the counter when Louis walked in with another man. 

“But, Sir, Sophia said-“ 

“I don’t fucking care what Sophia said!” Louis raised his voice. “If she has anything to say to me, she should said it herself instead of saying it through Sophia and through you.” Harry wanted to know what they were arguing about. “I mean, she’s acting like she doesn’t have my number! Like she doesn’t know where I liv- what?!”

Louis raised his eyebrows at Liam who was looking behind him with a strange scared look. “Sir, I don’t want to alarm you but there’s someone-“ 

The older man turned to see Harry sat on the counter, facing them. His cheeks immediately turned red when he realized they were both starring at him. 

“With your clothes.” Liam added.

Louis can’t help but let a small smile crept on his face when he saw Harry still here, wearing his shirt with the first two buttons undone. “Don’t worry, he’s my guest.” Louis confirmed. “Anyway, I’ll see you later, Liam. I don’t want to hear about that unless she talks to me herself, yeah?” 

“Yes, Sir, understood.” Was all Liam said before turning on his heel and walked out of the door. 

“Oh, and Li?” 

Liam stopped and turned back to face his boss right before he closed the door. 

Louis gulped before saying. “Make sure you don’t tell anyone about this, not even Sophia.” Liam knew he was referring to the boy on his counter. 

Liam nodded and said he understood before closing the door shut.

Harry quickly left the stool and walked over to Louis, he waste no time to wrapped his arms around the older man, pulling him in for a kiss. 

“You look good with my shirt.” Louis admired, pecking his lips as he pulled him closer by the waist. “And nothing underneath.” He smirked when he reached for Harry’s bum under the shirt. 

Harry blushed at that. “Was hoping I had a panties to match.” 

Louis perked up at that. “Oh, you’re into that?” 

Harry buried his face on Louis’ chest, he was embarrassed to talk about his kinks- he wasn’t even sure what he’s into and not.

He did figured some with Louis the first time around, but he wasn’t sure about these panties things. He remembered trying them on while out shopping with Nadine and he felt pretty. But he didn’t know if he was into it. Maybe he was. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, love.” Louis chuckled, hooking two fingers on Harry’s chin and held his head up. 

Louis leaned in to kiss him again, Harry hurriedly kissed back. If he could he wants to be kissing Louis at all times. 

“Can we please eat now, I’m starved.” Louis said pulling away from him, taking his hand as they both walked towards the counter where Harry prepared the lunch he ordered.

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“Daddy!” Harry screamed, holding onto Louis’ hair.

He wasn’t sure how they ended up on the sofa with Harry’s legs spread wide and Louis’ tongue thrusting in and out of his hole, teasingly.

This was something Harry never imagined doing, not even with Louis. But now that he is, he always wanted Louis to eat him out.

He thought, them feeding each other was the cutest thing they ever done so how did they went through that literally ten minutes ago to Louis eating him out?! He was glad Louis did though. 

“More, Daddy.” Harry moaned, looking down to see his Daddy at work, his fingers was spreading Harry’s hole so he had easier access to stick his tongue in. 

Louis’ tongue left Harry’s hole, making the younger boy whine only to be replaced with a moan when Louis slowly sink Harry’s cock into his mouth.

No one has sucked Harry’s cock before, let alone eating him out so he was overwhelmed with how much Louis was giving him right now. 

“Louis!” Harry screamed when he felt himself released inside of Louis’ mouth, Louis had a disgust look on his face for a few seconds before taking it all. “Sorry.” Harry squeaked. “Came earlier than I thought I would.” 

Louis leaned up to press his lips against Harry’s. “It’s fine, I love the way you taste.”

“Can I help you with that?” Harry asked eyeing Louis’ obvious buldge in his trouser. 

Louis put his blazer back on, he seemed to took it off before sinking into Harry’s hole. “Can’t, I’m already late for a meeting. Are you leaving soon?”

Harry shrugged, because he really didn’t want to leave but he knows he has to. His mum and friends are probably worried sick. “Maybe.” 

“Why don’t you leave after I get back? So you can take care of me first.” Louis pressed a kiss on Harry’s forehead. “I know how bad you want my cock.”

And it’s true. He wants it so bad. He didn’t drive to London and skip school for nothing.

But then his phone vibrates on the coffee table. They both heard it and harry was quick to grab it, only to see Niall on the caller ID. 

He sighed, Niall probably calls to tell him he can’t back him up much longer, his mum was probably texting Niall.

“Actually, that’s my cue to go.” Harry frowned then look up. “Saturday?”

—

Harry came home safely and told his mum he’s gonna get some rest though it was barely dinner time. He just didn’t want to face his mother until he’s got his lies all planned out, also he needed the nap. 

It was when she calls him down for dinner that Harry came downstairs, putting on his best sick face. 

“Oh, Harry, drop the act.” His mum suddenly said, Harry’s face was straight from her words. “I know you’re not sick- how stupid do you think I am?” 

“I uh- I can explain.” Harry tried. 

His mother chuckled, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s fine, if you didn’t feel like school, that’s fine, sweetheart. But you didn’t have to hide yourself at Niall’s. You could’ve talk to me about it.”

Honestly, Anne was the best mother anyone could have and Harry is so lucky she’s his mum. 

—

Louis had to come home that night, because Eleanor had been bugging Sophia and she had been bugging Liam and that leads to Liam bugging Louis that he needs to come home.

He had to talk to Eleanor about this, that they can’t just talk through their assistants. But he believed there are bigger problems to talk about now. 

Louis’ first argument would be about the baby she wanted, he had thought about it and it’s a no. He practiced everything he need to stay on the drive home.

Then he thought about finally telling her he knew about Max and him because the baby talk will lead to that. But this was still in the maybe pile. 

Because if he said that now then they won’t talk about the drugs she found out about, they could talk about that first and tell Eleanor the real reason why he’s been taking it; because he couldn’t stand there sober when he knows his wife is seeing someone else.

There was just so many things he needed to say, he hoped the things he practiced to say will come out of his mouth right when he said it. 

When he walked inside his shares penthouse he found Eleanor on the sofa, she shifted when she heard the door and saw Louis only to turn back to the telly.

Louis rolled his eyes, talking to her was gonna drain so much energy. 

“Hey.” Louis started, taking off his coat and walked up to his wife, she was wrapped in a thin blanket they kept there on the sofa.

Eleanor looked tired, of course she was. She looked up to her husband and force a smile up her face.

This was painful to do and watch, they’re not supposed to be faking smiles to each other, they should both be happy. The more Louis stayed away from her the more distant they are for each other, it was kind of sad.

“We need to talk.” Louis cleared his throat, sitting down next to her. The empty smile on her face dropped, her eyes traveled back to the Telly. “I thought about the baby and now’s not a good time.”

Eleanor, to his surprise, didn’t argue, she just nodded. 

“And,” Louis continued. “You already know why, I’m not in the best position to have a baby right now and you’re traveling a lot.”

Then she said it, the words Louis through the wouldn’t hear Eleanor said. “And because you’ve been seeing someone else.”

Louis’ eyes widen at that, but he tried to keep calm. That’s when Eleanor finally turned to face her husband.

“What?” Eleanor scoffed. “People working in your hotel talks, Louis. I’d talk around too if I see my boss walking around holding someone’s hands, that’s not his wife’s.”

Louis was lost for words, he didn’t thought Eleanor would find out about that so quickly. Now would be the perfect time to tell her he knew about Max and her. But now that she started, she couldn’t stop talking. “About your drug use- I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring it.” She apologized.

She apologized! 

“We’ll see Dr. Farris soon-“

“El, listen, about that guy.” Louis had to explain himself, he really should. What he did was wrong, but that doesn’t made her right. She did something wrong as well and she should know that he knew.

But Eleanor was past that. “No, listen, just breakup with whoever that is. Put it behind us, I don’t want Father to find out about this.”

Of fucking course.

Of course Eleanor wants them to ignore this and get it over with because she didn’t want her father to know. It’ll ruin her image, their image, Eleanor just wanted to forget about it.

And maybe Eleanor was right, they should just put this past them. Louis should just nod and promised he’ll break up with Harry, it’s not like Eleanor will end whatever she has going on with Max if Louis told her he knew. 

“Listen, I’ll go to the doctor with you. I’ll be there for you.” Eleanor cleared her throat, taking his hand. “And you’ll go to Manchester with me on Friday. Let’s just put everything behind us, like, a fresh start.” 

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The rest of the week has been hell, first the doctor visits then Manchester with Eleanor. It was insane how he still managed to text Harry every now and then when she wasn’t looking.

Grand openings was much worse when Max was there, of course Eleanor spent more time talking to Max than to Louis that he ended up excusing himself only to give Harry a ring and ask what he was up to this weekend. 

The boy was free and Eleanor said she had planned a spa trip with her friends. Which, was good because she said she needed a day off and so did he. Only his plan of a day off is to see Harry.

The thing was, everyone at the hotel talks. That’s how Eleanor found out the first time and he had cornered Liam and asked him if he told her and he looked terrified and said no and Liam was an honest man. No one that stupid is a good liar, Louis thought. 

“So are we all packed?” Louis asked by their building’s main entrance.

Eleanor nodded, taking off her sunglasses. It wasn’t even sunny. Louis wanted to roll his eyes at her.

“Now remember what Dr. Farris told you.” Eleanor reminded him then pulling his husband closer to press her lips against his. “Have a great weekend.” 

Louis smiled, sweetly. “You too.”

Because he knows, he will have the better weekend between the two of them. Especially when Harry texted him saying he arrived at the Cumberland last night. 

—

Louis had dropped his suite’s card to Roberta at the receptionist table and told her to give it to a Harry Styles only. 

He had learn Harry’s last name just yesterday when Harry asked if he should book his own room or not and Louis told him not to, said he’ll just drop his hotel card at the front desk and he needed Harry’s last name to tell his receptionist.

Of course Louis would made jokes about his name that made Harry sent a hundred  unamused emojis and ignored him for an hour before saying he missed him already for ignoring the man for an hour.

Another thing Louis did was to tell the hotel manager, Mr. Harris to warn everyone that works in the hotel that if he heard any of them talk about Louis one more time, there was no apologies accepted and they’d get fired immediately. 

That’ll scare them. It wasn’t easy to find a job in this economy.

“Are you just gonna stand there and not give me a kiss?” Louis asked when he walked in his suite, shaking off his coat with Harry standing across the room with his hands behind his back. 

Louis walked closer, his gaze dropped to Harry’s hand. “Do you have something there for me?”

“For both you and me, actually.” Harry pressed his lips against Louis’ once the man was in front of him. Louis didn’t got the chance to kiss back, Harry was already pulling away and revealing the small bag from behind. “For me to have on and for you to admire.”

Louis’ eyes widen at that. He knew exactly what Harry had in there. “Shit, Harry.” Louis breathed, leaning in to press his forehead against Harry, Harry leaned closer to peck Louis’ lips. “What are you waiting for then? Put it on.”

—

Louis was on the sofa, eyes focused on the Telly when Harry went to change. It’s been at least fifteen minutes and it shouldn’t be that hard to put on a pair of panties, but Harry was actually more nervous than excited to be all dressed pretty for Louis.

When he finally grew the balls to leave the room, he walked ever so slowly towards Louis, he was too focused on the Telly and probably forgotten about Harry in the other room. 

Once Harry was stood in front of Louis by the sofa, he cleared his throat and Louis looked up only to have widen eyes. Harry didn’t even had anything on except a pair of red panties and Louis was already starring like Harry hung the moon. 

“Shit,” Louis mumbled under his breath, he stood up and let his eyes roam around Harry’s figure, Harry felt exposed though this man had seen Harry naked and he shouldn’t feel embarrassed and he wasn’t even naked!

But realistically, he was wearing ladies’ undergarments. Which he feels good in. Maybe he should invest on a few more. 

“Shit, you look gorgeous.” Louis cupped both of his ass cheeks in his palm, pulling the boy closer making him giggle like a little girl. 

Harry placed his hand on Louis’ chest, looking up still giggling. “Do you like it?” 

“Like it? I love it.” Louis leaned in and peck his lips before slowly trying to pick the boy up, Harry wrapped his legs around Louis’ waist once he felt his body being lifted up.

Harry squealed against Louis’ lips as Louis made his journey to the bedroom with the boy safely around him.

The older man lie Harry out, carefully on the bed, admiring Harry’s body as he took off his shirt one button at a time.

“Hurry!” Harry whined, crawling up to take Louis’ belt off of him.

But Louis took him by the wrist just before he could pull the belt off. “Pull it off and I’ll fucking spank you with it.”

Harry looked up to him with a pout. “But only bad boys gets spanked.”

Louis nodded, opening his mouth to say something only to stop himself when he looked down to his pants where Harry was pulling his belt off and unzipping his trousers, dropping it by his ankles.

He was still starring up at his daddy with wide eyes and a pout that soon turned into a smirk. “Oops?”

 “You’re testing me.” Louis sighed, Harry just sat there on the bed, twirling a strand of his curls on his fingers.

He wasn’t really testing if Louis would do it or not. In fact, he did it so Louis would do it. Harry always wondered what getting spanked -with a belt and with Louis- feels like. He had the chance and he can’t just sat there and not take it.

“On your knees, ass up.” Louis commanded and it didn’t took a second for Harry to obliged.

Wiggling his bum as he buried his head on the pillow.

It took at least thirty seconds till Harry looked up from the pillow and looked behind him to see what’s taking so long, he felt the bed dipped with Louis’ weight earlier so why hasn’t he get on with it?

Just when he turned around to face his daddy he felt the leather material against his right cheek. Harry’s first reaction was to scream, it took him by surprise!

His panties was still safely on him, it was barely covering his cheeks anyways.

Harry was still trying to recover from the first spank when he felt another on his left cheek. “Louis!” Harry buried his head back into the pillow.

The he felt another slap, leaving him to whine against the pillow. 

It hurt, it really was. But Harry didn’t want it to stop, he wanted more, if he could have Louis spank him all day long, he probably would let him.

That’s when the fourth slap came, they were all unexpected, Harry had to wince every time.

“You like this, don’t you?” Louis started, giving him another hard spank. “Like it when your daddy punish you?”

Harry didn’t said anything, he was still whining against the pillow. 

Then another spank. “Answer me.”

“Ah, yes- yes, I love it when you’re punishing me.” Harry winced when he felt another spank. “Daddy!”

Louis gave another spank, this time, harder than all the others and it hits Harry right against his crack. “You’re supposed to learn your lesson, sweetheart. Maybe this isn’t enough, maybe I shouldn’t let you come tonight, that would’ve been more of a punishment. right, darling?”

“Ah!” Harry whine when he felt the leather against his skin again. “You can’t do that! I deserve to come, I’ve been so patient waiting for you!”

“If you were so patient, you wouldn’t be so eager, taking off my trousers like that.” Then he smacked Harry’s ass one last time with his belt before dropping it on the floor. “I think it’s only fair if you hold your come tonight.” 

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Harry was a mess, bouncing on Louis’ cock on the sofa with tears rolling down his face because Louis made it clear that he won’t get to come again.

Louis already denied him when they fucked earlier on the bed after Louis spanked the younger boy, leaving him helpless and begging all night to let him come.

With Harry touching him every second, begging to let the younger boy come and even try to rut against Louis, the older man got all caught up again and ended up making Harry ride his cock on the sofa where he was trying to finish watching the game but Harry won’t stop bugging him.

Harry was riding him with so much pride and mentioned how close he was when Louis plastered a smirk on his face and asked. “Who said you could come now?”

That’s when Harry started crying but nonetheless, he kept bouncing on top of Louis, gripping onto Louis’ shoulder, starring at his daddy with pleading eyes. 

Harry’s not going to lie, he loves this, he loves that Louis has so much control over him and he loves obeying Louis. He loves being denied and to hold his come.

It was something about being shut down by Louis that turns Harry on more than he already is. “Please, daddy. Just this once.” Harry tried again.

“Bad boys don’t deserve to come.” Louis told him once more. “And shouldn’t getting the chance to pleasure me enough?”

Harry pouted so cutely, Louis almost going to let him come until Harry had to say. “Louis, you’re being unfair!”

“I’m teaching you a lesson.” Louis corrected him then he felt himself coming to an end, he groaned, his grip on Harry’s hips went tighter. “Fuck, I’m close.” 

Harry sighed when he realized he’s not gonna get to come again, he looked down at his neglected, angry cock that was spilling pre come all over Louis’ stomach. 

Once Louis came inside him, Harry let out a loud moan filling Louis releases everywhere inside him- oh fuck. 

Fuck. 

Harry’s eyes widen as he realized Louis didn’t put on a condom- he didn’t put Louis a condom.

“Why don’t you get my cock ready then ride me, princess?” Was Louis’ words when his eyes were still glued on the Telly and Harry squealed excitedly because he thought Louis was going to let him come this time.

He was so caught up with the thought that he gets to come he forgot to put on the condom! 

“Oh, fuck.” Louis stare back at Harry with widen eyes when he realized. “Shit, get off me!” 

Harry shakes his head in realization because he hasn’t pulled out yet, the boy quickly lift himself up and roll on the other side of the sofa, feeling the come leaking out of his hole.

The younger boy didn’t dare to look up to Louis, he was probably disappointed in him. 

They were sat there in silent, still catching their breath with Louis’ come leaking out of Harry, making a mess on the sofa.

“I-“ Harry started. “I’m so sorry.”

Louis sighed, turning to face his baby.

“Come on, let’s clean you up.” He hooked his palms under both of Harry’s arms, pulling him up till he was collided with Louis’ chest. “Oh come on, Harry, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And I’m clean, I promise.”

Harry only looked up when he felt himself being picked up from the sofa and carried to the bathroom inside the room.

Louis placed him to sit on the bathroom  counter, spreading his legs and grabbing a clean towel.

The boy stayed silent and watched Louis soaked it up before placing the damp towel between his legs and cleaned his insides. “Are you sure you’re clean?” Harry had to asked.

The question made Louis snorted and looked up to kiss Harry’s cheek. “I’m sure, babe. Are you?”

Harry nodded. Not that he ever get tested but he was a hundred percent sure with the fact that he was a virgin before Louis. And if Louis was clean then he probably is.

Is that even how it works?! Harry wanted to ask Louis but Louis can’t know he took Harry’s virginity that night, what if Louis feels guilty about not making it special or question the fact that 21 years old Harry was still a virgin?!

He decided he could just look it up later or after he’s back home. 

Then he asked “Are you mad at me?” Instead. 

Louis can’t help but laugh at that, leaning in again to yet give Harry another kiss. He can’t get enough of Harry, can he?

“Hey, it was my fault.” Louis assured him, throwing the damped towel somewhere across the floor. “I should’ve payed attention.” Then he stood closer, placing himself between “Besides, I’ve been mad at you for too many things tonight.”

Harry looked up, hopefully. “Does this means I get to come now?”

“No.” Louis didn’t even think before he made his decision.

Harry started whining like a little boy who was just told play time is over and it’s time to study. “But daddy-“

“Don’t push me.” Louis stopped him before he can complain any further. “If you’re good I might let you come tomorrow.” He took Harry’s legs and wrapped it around his own waist before picking the boy up. “Now, what do you want for dinner?”

—

Louis woke up the next morning with Harry wrapped around him, sleeping soundly with his head rested on Louis’ chest. His curls were all over Louis’ face he thought if he didn’t wake up now he might suffocate from them.

The first thing he did was to reach for his phone since he didn’t want to get up and make Harry move.

For reasons like, he didn’t want to interrupt Harry’s sleep and also because he loves the feeling of Harry cuddling close to him.

It was a Sunday which means Liam didn’t bothered texting Louis about what he wanted Liam to bring for his breakfast.

There were messages from his family groupchat (One of him with his younger siblings) Louis never bothered reading unless he saw his name was mentioned, they’ll private message him if it was urgent anyway.

Louis ignored all the group messages, it was too early to read them anyway. Then he saw one from Eleanor. 

Usually, on weekend getaways Eleanor didn’t bother texting or calling him. At first Louis thinks it’s because she wanted some alone time then Louis learnt about Max so it probably has something to do with him but after everything, of course she was checking up on Louis.

“Call me as soon as you wake up, I’m on my way back xx”

As much as Louis wants to wait another hour to call her because he didn’t want to disturb Harry, he needs to know why Eleanor just said she was on her way back when she said she wouldn’t be home until later tonight.

So he moved Harry to the empty side of the bed as slowly as possible, making sure he doesn’t wake up as he tip toed out of the room and into the balcony, clicking the phone symbol next to his wife’s contact name. 

She picked up right away. Thank God.

“Hey! What’s up? I thought you’re staying till later tonight? I was going to pick you up and all.” Louis rolled his eyes as he speaks. He really wasn’t planning to pick her up. 

Eleanor sounded angry, but she didn’t sounded like she was angry at him. Just angry in general. “No, babe, change of plans. I really shouldn’t leave you right now.” Maybe, she was mad at herself for leaving. Could she? “Are you home right now? I could pick up some lunch-“

“Actually, I’m at the hotel.” Louis told her, honestly. “I have lunch plans with uh- Lottie.” Truth was, his sister was somewhere across Europe, traveling.

Eleanor knew that, but she probably doesn’t remember Louis has mentioned that.

“Oh, well come home right after then.” Eleanor told him. “I’m almost there.”

“Yes, of course. Bye.”

“Love yo-“ Louis hung up before Eleanor could finish her sentence and before he had to say it back.

All he knew was, he needs to hurry and get back home before Eleanor suspects something. 

First off, he needs to tell Harry to go home. 

The poor boy, hasn’t even come yet the whole night they were together and now he has to be sent home and they’ll probably won’t see each other till next week.

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“I’m so sorry.” Louis sighed, pulling Harry’s jeans on him.

Harry slapped his hands away from the waistband of his jeans. “I can do it myself.”

Louis didn’t blame him for being pissy, he had every right to be mad. After not getting to come and now Louis was making him leave.

Thankfully, he came up with an excuse; that he had forgotten he had lunch meetings with clients and that’s why Harry should go now.

The younger boy, believes him, of course. But that doesn’t change the fact that he was mad at Louis.

At least Louis thinks Harry believed him.

But Harry thought Louis was just trying to get rid of him. Louis probably realized last night he didn’t want to do this anymore with Harry. Fuck, is he bored with Harry? Was this his way to end whatever’s going on between him?!

All those thoughts fades away when Louis said. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, I can pick you up after one of your class and-“

No, he can’t. 

Because Louis was going to pick him up at the university where Harry told Louis he was studying at. And he can’t exactly pick Harry up if he doesn’t actually go there.

“You don’t have to pick me up at all, Louis.” Harry cuts him off. “Just- I’ll see you next week?”

Louis nodded, furiously with a huge smile on his face. He leaned in to peck Harry’s frown. “Till next week then, I promise, I’ll let you come as many times as you like next week.”

—

So turns out getting rid of Harry wasn’t the hard part.

The hard part was when he walked into his shared penthouse and saw Eleanor’s suitcase was still by the door.

Before he called for her, he could hear someone talking from the kitchen and Eleanor’s probably wasn’t alone before he came in. 

In fact, Louis turned to face the coat hanger and boy, was he right. 

Max’s coat. 

Of course the cunt was here.

Louis walked ever so slowly towards his kitchen, stopping just a few feet away from the open door he can’t be seen but he could eavesdrop their conversation.

And hearing them arguing made Louis realized something; she didn’t sound mad on the phone earlier because she was mad at herself nor was she mad at Louis. She was mad at her boyfriend. 

No wonder that spa trip went fast. 

“Listen, you’re not thinking this properly.” He heard Max sighed. “We can’t just- El, that’s my baby too.”

Louis’ heart dropped to his stomach when he heard it. Is she pregnant?! With Max’s baby?! Was he hearing this right?

“We don’t have a choice! If he found out about us everything will be ruined!” Eleanor didn’t sound calm at all. “He didn’t want a baby, we talked about this but he can’t deny it if I’m already pregnant and I want it, right?”

Max hated everything she was saying, Louis could tell and he can’t even see them. “Eleanor, this is stupid. I can’t spent the rest of my life pretending like that’s Louis’ child and not mine!”

Louis had two choices here, interrupt their conversation and tell them he heard everything then tell both of them to get out. 

Or for the sake of his business and the fact that he still needs Eleanor’s father’s money; he could just take a few steps back and pretend like he didn’t hear any of them. 

He didn’t need to think it through when Eleanor said it herself. 

“Obviously divorcing him is not an option, Max. My father will disown me.” Eleanor shuddered. “And there’s no way he’s going to divorce me, he cares about his business too much.”

Eleanor was right. He cares about his business too much. 

So Louis turned on his heel ever so slowly and walked back to the front door as if he just arrived, slamming the door loudly so Eleanor would notice he was home.

“I’m home!” Louis could use some drugs right now. Facing Eleanor and all. Especially knowing she’s pregnant with Max’s baby. 

Shit. 

It wasn’t long before Eleanor left the kitchen and approached his husband, giving him a tight hug. “Hey! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have left.” She said it as if something bad happened to him.

“I’m fine, I told you I’ll be fine.” Louis gently backed Eleanor from himself. “Did you had a nice trip though?”

Then they both were interrupted by someone clearing his throat. Their eyes tear away from each other and they looked up at Max who was standing a few feet away.

“I should get going.” Max told Eleanor. Completely ignoring Louis’ presence in the room. 

Louis tried not to make any comments, biting his lip to make sure no words could escape him as Max grab his coat and left the penthouse without any other words.

“So, I was thinking.” Eleanor took his hand and led him to their sofa, sitting down next to each other as she continues. “You’re gonna see Dr. Farris every Monday so I could take care of the hotel on Mondays, Max can handle everything else with the shops then.” Eleanor smiled sweetly. “And there’s no need to mention any of this to my father, right?”

Louis nodded because he agrees. Something he could agree on, really. There’s no way in hell he can know about this. He’ll lose his trust and respect. 

“El, really, you didn’t have to cancel your day so you could see me.”

“Oh, nonsense! I’ll make sure I’ll be with your a lot more now.” God that’s even worse. “Trust me, it’s better if you have me with you.“

—

Harry was home alone. His mum left to spend the evening with her friends.

And Louis hasn’t texted him since he left the hotel. Which made Harry upset because once again; he thinks Louis was trying to get rid of him.

Harry knew he shouldn’t get attached and if Louis wants him gone then Harry shouldn’t give a fuck. They were nothing, no strings attached. 

But he can’t help but worry about not seeing the man again.

So yeah, maybe he was attached. 

It took Harry three porn videos to get himself semi hard so he can stroke himself and finally come. He don’t give a fuck because Louis wasn’t here to make him come and he had waited long enough. 

The thing was, he couldn’t stop thinking about Louis especially from last night’s event and how Louis denied him a couple times. Fuck, he loves it when that man took control over him.

Oh, and his panties- Louis’ reaction to the panties. Christ, there’s no way Louis could get rid of him after seeing him in those panties.

Harry didn’t give a fuck anymore, he don’t care if Louis was ignoring him or not. He grabbed his phone and press on Louis’ caller ID, his other hand was still lazily stroking his cock. He needs to hear his daddy’s voice.

“Harry?” Louis answered, sounding confused. “Is something wrong? Why are you calling-“

“Ah! Daddy!” Harry moaned once he heard the man’s voice, stroking his cock faster. “I just- I need to hear you, please let me come, after last night.”

Then he heard Louis sighed. 

“Harry, I can’t do this right now.”

“Please, I’m so close. Just say something, anything-“ Harry sounded desperate. And in all honesty, he really was.

Louis tsked on the other end of the line.

“I can’t do this. Not now.”

And with that Louis hung up. 

He actually hung up.

At this point, Harry wasn’t even stroking himself anymore. He was just holding his cock still while his other hand stared at his phone screen, blankly until the screen turned off. 

Maybe Louis actually was trying to get rid of him. 

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Louis was in hell.

And if this wasn’t hell then he’s sure whatever hell is like, he would be able to handle it because nothing was worse than sitting in the center of a fancy restaurant with only his wife companying him.

Not to mention the fact that he knew what she’s going to tell him- well, she probably won’t tell him tonight but in a few weeks or days she will have to announce her pregnancy and Louis can already tell she’s going to pretend that the baby is his. Shit, is this why she actually wanted to have sex with him a few days back? to act as if the baby was his.

Also Harry called a few minutes back, masturbating on his end of the line, completely awol to the fact that Louis was dining with his wife. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, he had no idea what Louis was doing or the fact that he’s still married. Christ, he really needed to do something about the situation.

Everything was a mess and he can’t believe Eleanor could just sat across from him, flickering through the desert menu as if- wait, actually, let’s lists all the mess that’s been going on in their marriage:

1. He’s not happy with her
2. She’s not happy with him
3. She cheated
4. He cheated
5. He knows she cheated but is too scared to confront her
6. She knows he cheated confront him but has no idea he’s still cheating
7. She’s pregnant with someone else’s baby
8. He knows she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby
9. He took drugs, she caught him, made him see a doctor
10. They’re not happy

Louis thought about it alot- calling it quit to their bullshit of a marriage. But he kept thinking of his projects with Eleanor’s father, and the amount of fortune he might lose if he’s the one who filed the divorce. And his reputation. His everything was at risk.

“What about chocolate lava?” Eleanor interrupted Louis’ thought. “They make the best here, we should get some.” She licked her lips before closing the menu and raised her hand, snapping her finger to call the waiter.

Louis just nods.

“Two small chocolate lavas, please.” She told once the waiter arrived. “Or actually- one medium chocolate lava.” Eleanor grinned, turning to face her husband. “So we can share.”

Louis fought the need to roll his eyes and forced a smile up on his face, extending his hand on the table to place it on top of Eleanor’s.

“Coming right up.” The waiter told them before leaving with her order.

Eleanor had been on a happy mood since they got here, and she actually looked genuinely happy. She looked as happy as their third date when they were both still in university. When they actually wanted to be around each other.

“Isn’t it nice to finally have the time to ourselves, we need to do this more oft-” She got cut off by her own ringtone.

She took her hand off of Louis to reach for her phone inside her purse, she sighed at the caller id before looking up to him. “One sec, gotta take this.”

Eleanor stood up and walk away, Louis watched her place her phone against her ear when she was sure Louis couldn’t hear her.

He wasn’t mad at the phone call, for once it was because he needed to breathe and also because it was the first phone call Eleanor got all night long while ass Louis had already took two calls from Liam and one phone call from Harry, who he really need to call back as soon as possible.

Eleanor was out of his sight when the chocolate lava she ordered arrived. That’s when he decided to text Harry.

Louis : Hey, sorry about earlier. I’m in the middle of a business meeting xx

To his surprise; Harry answered within seconds.

Harry : Oh.

Louis : Did you ever get to finish yourself though? Or are you still waiting for me?

Harry : none of ur business

Louis : hey :( u cant be mad at me because i have stuff to do

Harry : im going 2 sleep

Louis : Harry it's 8 pm

Harry : Oh, you’re deciding when’s my bedtime now?

Louis : ure dramatic

Harry : u have been denying me all weekend and cant even help me on the phone

Louis : I have stuff to do !!!!

Harry : u always have stuff to do 😒

Louis : what do u expect? i run a hotel

Harry : too many excuses

Louis was about to reply until he looked up to see Eleanor had came back to her seat with a frown on her face.

“Everything alright?” He had to asked when he watched Eleanor moved the shared cake onto her side of the table and watch her stuffing it inside her mouth.

He waited till she finished chewing for an answer. “Let’s call it a night.” She stood up from her seat.

Louis looked down at the half eaten cake. She doesn’t even wanna finish it! His thought immediately went to Max. He must have said something and that must be him on the phone earlier.

“Is everything alright?” He asked again, still seated and calling a waiter over because Eleanor seemed to be forgotten they had bills to pay.

Eleanor sighed. “It’s father, he’s just- nevermind!”

Fuck. Did Eleanor told him about her pregnancy?! She wouldn’t dare tell him she’s pregnant with a baby that isn’t Louis’, right?

“Actually, I’ll take an uber to his place, I’ll see you later.” Eleanor decided before walking out of the restaurant, leaving Louis alone before he even asked for the bill.

Maybe it was Max after all on the phone. Never once since he knew her that she would rushed to see her dad over an argument. And if he was sick or something she would’ve told him.

Louis checked his phone to see the time and that’s when he remembered he hasn’t replied to Harry.

This boy was mad at him over something so silly.

But then- an idea crossed his mind.

Louis : what u up to tonight?

Harry : anything but talking to u

Louis : im sorry about tonight and the weekend. ill make it up to u. can i pick u up?

Louis watched Harry typed then stopped typing for a good ten minutes- he even managed to paid his bill and got his credit card back. Still no reply.

It was when he entered his car that Harry finally replied.

Harry : u cant just pick me up when its good on ur terms nd ditch me when u have bigger things to do !!!!

That really took him 15 minutes.

But he got a good point.

Then he send another text

Harry : im busy go find someone else to waste ur time with

Louis : harry :(((((

He waited five minutes until he accepted Harry wasn’t gonna reply. at least not now before starting his car and drive away.

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Harry walked into school the next morning with a frown up his face and his hair in a mess.

Thank god Nadine was near and pulled him to her locker and grabbed a hair brush. “Christ, did you not sleep at all? you look dead.”

“Louis is so selfish!” Harry had been ranting in his group chat all night so Nadine was aware of what’s going on.

Nadine rolled her eyes while brushing Harry’s curls off of his face. “Harry, he’s not selfish because he chose meetings over your phone calls.” Of course, Harry didn’t told them he was masturbating when he called Louis.

“He’s a grown man with alot of responsibility and the last time i check- you two aren't even officially together!” Nadine had always been the mature of group. “Maybe this is why he doesn’t want to say you two are together, he doesn’t need anyone clinging to him right now.”

Makes sense.

“I miss him, Nadine.” Harry rests his head against the locker. “I just wanna be with him but he has to be in London and I can’t tell him where I live.”

Nadine shrugged. “Also the fact that you told him you’re 21 when you’re still 17 and-”

“Shut up. I should see him tonight.”

“We have chem tomorrow, please don’t stay over. you wouldn’t wanna miss anymore class.” Nadine remind him. “Stay for an hour or two, I’ll cover if your mum asks.”

Harry grinned, throwing himself onto her for a tight hug. “Have I told you I love you?”

“You always do, every night,” Nadine pushed him off of her. “On your goodnight texts.”

That, he does.

--

Monday means Louis had to see Dr. Farris which was the perfect time for Eleanor to forced the receptionists to give her the spare card for Louis’ suite.

She knew Louis was seeing someone else from whispers all over the hotel and Louis did admitted but she needs to know if he was still going behind her back, she needs evidence and she knows Louis never took this person to their penthouse, this must be the whole reason Louis has been spending more time in his suite.

Knowing Louis won’t be coming here today was perfect timing to inspect the suite.

She walked down the hallway of the ninth floor all the way to the end of the hallway; stopped dead on her tracks when she saw someone was in front of his door, knocking softly on his door.

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It was right after school that Harry decided to drive down to London. He knows his mum was gonna be home late tonight since she told him via text so he was more than glad to find some spare clothes in his car that he could change into- not wanting Louis to see him in his school uniform of course.

He was so excited to surprise Louis. He thought this was stupid considering the fact that he was mad at Louis last night, but Harry planned on telling him that he was only joking last night.

Hopefully, he gets to come tonight.

Harry stood there in front of Louis’ suites, knocking the door, not wanting to call him because he want it to be a surprise, he can’t let Louis hear his voice till he opens the door.

It was a good two minutes of knocking and there was no answer, Harry almost wanted to give up. Who was he kidding? he can’t give Louis a surprise. Louis was probably at one of his many important meetings.

But then, someone clears their throat behind him making him jumped and turned to see a woman standing there with a confused expression.

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Harry and the random lady hold a staring contest against each other for at least forty seconds before the lady finally speaks up.

“Excuse me, do I know you?” She asked, eyeing him up and down making Harry felt small for some reason.

This woman looked so intimidating, as if she owns this entire building- which she couldn’t be because Harry knows who’s the owner of this building.

“I don’t think so, no.” Harry told her. Why would she ask him this?

Then she smiled sweetly- making her less intimidating but still. “Then you must’ve knocked the wrong room, darling, because that’s my room.” She waved the card on her hand.

Harry stares at her, confusedly- did Louis switched room or something?! He didn’t even know Louis’ suite was up for rent.

“Oops,” Harry said instead of saying anything else because knocking the wrong door is already as embarrassing enough as it is. “My bad, I’m so sorry.” Harry moved away from the door, about to walk away when the lady said something to him again.

“No problem, love, but if you’re visiting please do ask the receptionists at the lobby for the name you’re visiting, they will assist you.” The lady took a step forward and tap her card against the door knob.

Harry said his thank you’s before the lady walked inside what apparently was her suite and not Louis’.

As he walks towards the lift, he sighed realizing this whole thing to visit Louis as a surprise is stupid and useless. Maybe he should stop chasing after all like come on- Louis was a successful businessman who doesn’t need a seventeen year old coming back and forth to his hotel every time he’s horny.

Harry stood in front of the lift, waiting for it to open; with his head down and his fingers fiddling with one another.

He watched the lift’s door slowly slides open, making him look up only to find the man he’s been missing for god knows how long.

“Harry,” He looked rather shocked than surprised. “H-Harry, Hi.” Judging from Louis’ expression; what he did next took him by surprise, he stepped out of the lift and pulled Harry into his arms, hugging him as if he was leaving for years. “How’d you end up here?”

Harry accepted the hug, resting his chin against Louis’ shoulder. He didn’t know he needed his arms until they were wrapped around him.

“I mean, I’m glad you’re here but-” Louis continues before Harry answers. “You could’ve called.”

Harry never want Louis to let go. “Was gonna surprise you but a lady told me that was her suite.” Harry pointed to the room at the end of the hall.

Louis stayed silent after Harry told him that.

Which made Harry had to take his head off of Louis’ shoulder so he could see his face. The older man looked stunned. “Lou?”

“Y-yeah, we’re fully booked so I gotta give up my suite.” That’s an obvious lie. Louis’ suite was never for customers since the day they build the hotel. But Harry didn’t need to know that. “But you’re here, let’s go someplace nice!” Louis let go of Harry and took his hand, pressing the lift door, trying to change the subject before Harry asked what’s Louis doing on the ninth floor if his suite wasn’t his. “It’s so good to see you, I’m so sorry about last night-”

Harry shakes his head, no. “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have been so clingy, I should’ve understand you’re very busy.” Harry apologized instead of saying the lie he planned for.

Sometimes, Harry just wanna be with Louis without having to lie to him every five minutes. He wished he could just be with Louis without having to lie about anything at all.

The lift door slides open, Louis entered with his hand still holding Harry’s and the younger boy followed inside.

Once the door closed Louis pressed for the basement then pulled Harry into his arms once again. “How about we go to this little nice park while the sun still out?” Louis seemed so eager to take Harry out of his hotel.

Harry didn’t care where Louis was taking him though, he was just glad to be with Louis and inside his car, singing along with whatever was playing on the radio.

Like Louis said, the park was nice. It wasn’t crowded with children running around, or cars honking all around, the weather waa a bonus, as Louis said, at least it wasn't raining.

They sat on the warm grass, Harry was glad Louis took him here instead of spending the day in his hotel. “I used to come here with my sisters.” Louis grinned. “With me mum as well, but she usually would just sit by the bench and take phone calls.” He chuckled “The last time I was here with my sisters, Phoebe told me I was becoming mum because I spent more time taking phone calls than hanging out with them.”

Harry tilted his head. “Who’s Phoebe?”

Louis turned to him, realizing he never talked about his family with Harry. Louis never talked about them with anyone unless he felt comfortable enough about it.

“My sister, Phoebe. Did I ever show you?” He pulled out his phone from his front pocket, Harry leaned closer, resting his head on Louis’ shoulder and look up to Louis’ phone screen.

He watched Louis opened his camera roll and scroll up a bit. He clicked on a picture of him with two younger girls, he was bending down to be closer to their heights, they all had a big smile and was standing in front of a christmas tree. “This is Phoebe, and her twin Daisy.” He told Harry. “They’re in eighth grade, way too cool to hang out with me now.”

Harry smiled, fondly watching Louis swiped the picture. “And this is Lottie, she’s in high school, living her best life.” Louis showed him a picture of him with two other girls, they both looked around Harry’s age- his actual age. “And Fiz, a year younger than Lots, she’s turning sixteen next month.” Then he sighed. “Fuck, that’s right, she’s turning sixteen next month!”

The younger boy giggled, looking up to see the expression from Louis’ face. “I’m getting really old, aren’t I? She was four years old yesterday!”

Harry grinned at that, he thought of his mum and how she always says that to Harry.

“What about you? what’s your family like?” Louis asked, intertwining their fingers. This was something they never did before; having actual conversations without any lies between them.

Harry likes it.

“Well, my sister, Gemma, she writes articles for an online magazine, lives in Manchester, visit her every month.” Harry told him. “And my mum, she’s cool, I guess, she supports me whatever it it I wanna do as long as I was happy about it.” He looked up to meet eyes with Louis. “It was always just us in the family, we kinda rely on each other since it’s..just us? Does that makes sense?”

Louis leaned in, pecking Harry’s lips with his. “Must be why you visit your mum alot, cause you don’t want her to be lonely?”

Harry thought of the truth- the fact that he’s been spending his weekdays and weekends with his peers or Louis. When was the last time he watched Golden Girls with his mum?!

“Yeah,” Harry said instead, he didn’t want lies to be in between their conversations so he changed the subject. “Did your sisters like her?”

Louis hummed, looking elsewhere then turning back to Harry when he realized who Harry was referring to. “My- my ex wife?” He asked for confirmation.

Harry just nods.

“They were never that close to her, I don’t blame them.” Louis admitted. “I skipped christmas with them once to be with her and her family and they disliked her since.”

Harry can’t help but snorted.

“They planned a birthday party for me only to find out I wasn’t coming, still feel bad to this day.” Louis sighed.

Harry cooed. “Aw, Lou, the past is the past. I’m sure they’re over it.” He leaned in to peck Louis’ cheeks as an excuse to feel Louis’ growing subtle.

What Louis said next, had Harry’s stomach twisted especially with the fact that Louis locked eyes with him when he said it. “They’ll like you though, I’d even bet on it.”

The thing was, Harry was his sister’s age. It wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing but Louis will not date one of Lottie’s friend, now would he? Shit- dating. They’re not even together like that.

Though Harry took the chance to ask. “What will you even introduce me as? Your clingy fuck buddy?”

Louis should cleared his mind and remind himself that he is still married to Eleanor and that’s what's his sisters knows also that Harry wasn’t his boyfriend.

“You’re not clingy.” Louis said instead.

Harry wanted an answer though. He deserves it. “Lou, remember when you told me it was too early to say we’re together? Is it still too early now or are you just not interested?” Where did Harry gained all the balls to say this out loud?!

“I mean, if you just wanna be fuck buddies then just say so.” Harry shrugged, slowly un-intertwining their fingers apart. “But we don’t have the name for whatever’s going on right now.”

Louis gulped. “I’m not the labelling type-”

“Says the one who was married.”

“What’s that supposed to do with anything?!”

“I’m saying that you’re not the kind of guy that says ‘I’m not the labelling type’ and saying we are together or just friends is not labeling anything except knowing where we stand right now.” Harry felt like he’s the older one of the two right now. “So, where do we stand?”

He hates what came out of Louis’ mouth after waiting for 30 seconds for an answer. “I don’t know.”

But Harry remained calm. “So you just want to be friends?”

“That’s not what-” Louis groaned, frustrated with the conversations they’re having.

“Then what do you want?!” Harry raised his voice a little. “Do you wanna fuck other people?! Is that why you don’t want us to be together?! Just tell me what you want-”

“I don’t want to fuck other people! Jesus Christ, Harry!” Louis cuts him off, raising his voice making Harry jumped a little. “I just don’t want to call it anything right now!”

Harry chuckled. “Alright, so we aren’t calling it anything but you want me to meet your sisters.” He tried to mimic Louis’ accent. “Hey guys, I want you to meet Harry, he’s nobody.”

“I don’t mean it like that, Harry.” Why did Harry wanted this so bad?! “Look, I wanna be with you. But let’s just give it a few more dates before we call it official.”

Harry raised a brow. “A few more dates? We haven’t even gone to one.” They never called it a date this whole time. Harry thought it never was.

Louis bit his lip, looking anywhere but Harry for a few seconds before turning back to him. “Alright then, would you go on a date with me this saturday?”

Harry slowly smiled. “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.” Louis leaned in, pressing his lips against Harry’s smile.

“Or you don’t know where you’re taking me yet.” Harry sassed him. “But yes, as long as we aren’t going to your suite.”

Louis kissed him again. “Oh, we’ll be going to my suite after the date.” He leaned closer to Harry’s ear, whispering. “And make sure you’ll come as many times as you wish for.”

Harry whined. He’s been dying to come since last weekend. “No more denying me.”

“As many times as you like.” Louis promised, biting Harry’s earlobe.

How did they went from talking about their families to arguing and to this?!

Not that Harry minded though, he feels Louis’ lips against his cheek, down to his jaw and onto his lips again. He loves these lips.

“I’ll see you saturday.” Harry said when their lips part ways. “I have to go.” Because tomorrow is another school day and he needs to finish his homework. He needs to catch up with his school work.

Louis protested. “But you just got here!”

“I just wanted to see you.” Harry told Louis and reminded himself. “I gotta study.”

--

Louis dropped Harry off in his hotel’s basement, giving the boy one last kiss before he was in his car and drive away. Louis hated that he had to go so fast but also glad Harry made time to see him.

The thing was, he wanted to be official with Harry. He really does. But he’s married to someone else and going behind her back was hard enough as it is. He can’t risk ruining his marriage and he can’t risk Harry finding out.

It was complicated and he hates it.

Their whole relationship was based on lie the minute he told Harry his wife was his ex wife.

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The week drags on for so long.

Harry spent most nights at home playing scrabble or doing a movie marathon with his mum. She claimed that she hasn’t seen Harry in forever so he thought it won’t hurt to spend times with her.

But Harry couldn’t wait til saturday for that date with Louis. He had been texting Louis about it everyday now. But Louis kept telling him that Harry would just have to show up to find out.

On Friday night, Harry planned on staying home and maybe prepared himself for seeing Louis tomorrow (yes, he was that excited) but Nadine and Niall dragged him to this stupid party, Maisie’s boy, Jack, was throwing.

Harry hated high school parties. It was never his cup of tea. Kids his age was never his cup of tea. He doesn’t even know why his friends wants to be his friends with the way he acts and talks about teenagers who are literally his age

“Just cause you go to fancy parties with your sugar daddy now, doesn’t mean you’re way too cool to go to a shitty house party with us.” Niall told him when he found Harry out by the pool, keeping to himself.

Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s not my sugar daddy.” Harry clarified. “And I also don’t go to fancy parties with him.” Louis would never take Harry with him to his fancy parties.

“Then why are you so distant?!” Niall groaned, pulling Harry by the arm but he won’t budge. Niall wanted to kick him. “Come on, nobody’s gonna try and grope you and even if someone did, I’ll kick their arse.”

Harry sighed, finally standing up from his seat.

“I’ll stay for an hour then you have to drive me home.” He told Niall.

“Yes!” Niall exclaimed, pulling Harry by the arm and drags the boy back inside.

Harry’s face scrunched when he look around the room, it was worse than the last time he was in here which was 30 minutes ago.

Everyone was either off of their face or shoving their face down someone’s throat. What is it with teenagers and their raging hormones?! - alright, Harry was one of them, all his hormones are raging only difference is Harry rather shove his tongue in Louis’ throat rather than any of the kids here.

“Harry,” Someone called him, tapping him by the shoulder, Harry turned to see his classmate- they have chemistry together if Harry was not mistaken.

At this point, he didn’t even know where Niall went. “Hey,” Harry grinned. “Brian, is it?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, Brian. We have biology together.” Alright, not Chemistry. But close.

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry nodded. “Can I help you?” He asked, instead.

Brian grinned, idiotically, looking around the room before looking at Harry again. “Actually your friend Nadine, told me you needed company.” Oh, fuck Nadine. “And that you haven’t got a date for the dance.”

Harry’s brows knitted together. Oh God, the school dance was a month away and that was the last thing in his mind. “Oh no, Nadine got it all wrong.” He didn’t realized he said it out loud until he watched the grin disappeared from Brian’s face. “I mean uh- I have a boyfriend, I’m sorry.” Why was Harry apologizing?!

Brian looked shocked. “Oh? Do I know him?”

“He doesn’t go to our school” Harry told him, he needs to talk to Nadine later.

Brian wanted to know more though. “Oh, look, man, I’m so sorry. It’s just that Nadine told me you weren’t in a serious relationship. Fuck. Sorry.”

“No worries.” Harry told him before walking away from him, trying to pass the crowds to find Nadine. He did not need to be set up with anyone.

When he did found Nadine, she was laughing with some dude, Harry don’t bother trying to remember who he is. He took Nadine’s hand and pull her away from him, she was saying something but Harry can’t be bothered.

“Why did you try to set me up?” Harry finally asked once they were in the corner of the room to get some privacy.

Nadine’s angry expression quickly changed to a grin. “I dunno, I thought Brian and you would be cute together. Since it’s going nowhere with your sugar daddy.”

“He’s not my- oh fuck it!” Harry rolled his eyes in frustration. “I got a date with him tomorrow, it is going somewhere!”

Nadine shrugged. “What do you do when he found out you’re half his age?”

“I’m not half his age!” Harry defended himself, running his fingers through his curls. “And he won’t find out, Christ-” Then he feels his phone vibrates in his pocket. “That’s him right now!” Harry smiled, proudly and took his phone out of his pocket.

Nadine just rolled her eyes and said “You’re on your own.” Before walking away from him, leaving him alone.

Harry didn’t mind that she left now that he got a text from Louis.

Louis : you coming over tonight?

Harry : I thought the date is tomorrow….

Louis : yeah but u r usually here on friday night :(

Louis : but if ure busy, ill see u tmw then xx

Harry : im at this dumb party my friends dragged me to

Louis : Oh? not a party person?

Harry : not with these people :(

Louis : uni parties was the time of my life

Harry : u said that now cos ure old and the only excitement u get is when im around 😝

Louis : can't argue with that

Louis : have a good night then. see u tmw. should i pick u up?

Harry : ill just meet u up at the hotel?

Louis : whatever u say princess.

Harry : miss u //:

Louis : until tmw my love x

Oh god, Harry miss Louis so much even with the fact they text everyday, sometimes Louis would even call Harry late at night to talk about how their day had been.

It was no lie no one was more excited than Harry for the date tomorrow. He looked around the room, realizing he cant find Niall and it’s going to take a while to find him, maybe he’ll just walk home so tomorrow can come faster.

He was crazy about Louis. There was no lie in that and everyone could see it. He hopes Louis can’t see it though, it would be highly embarrassing but then again Harry forced him to take Harry on a date. Maybe he did get the idea.

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As per usual, Eleanor wasn’t home for the weekend. Louis has gone use to this months ago but now he don’t bother mope around or try to find out where she’s off to. Because now he has Harry.

What could be more exciting than today? They’re going on a date! Louis feels like he’s 19 again, when dating was exciting. He guess, It always is exciting if you’re going on said date with someone you were into.

So, he waited down at the lobby for Harry’s arrival, when he did saw Harry coming out of the lift, he also saw that Harry had no luggage or bags with him- maybe he wasn’t planning oj staying the night.

Louis waved when Harry spotted him, he did not missed the small smile that crept onto Harry’s face.

“Hey, love.” Louis leaned in to kiss Harry’s forehead, taking his hand to pull him closer. The last time he saw Harry was monday! It’s been too long.

Harry looked exhausted, as if he hasn’t got any sleep last night. “Hi,” Harry replied, his voice ever so soft. “So, can you please tell me what’s the surprise date now?”

“It’s not that much.” Louis told him, walking out of the building with his hand on Harry’s. “But remember the time I told you I will show you whole of London?”

Harry raised a brow. “You said that to lure me into your room.” Harry said, bluntly. “And you act as if I haven’t seen London before.”

“You haven’t seen it from my point of view, now have you?” Louis grinned. “And do you know how lucky you are to get the chance to see me in the tube?”

Harry giggled. “We’re taking the tube? Really? You? In a train?”

“I don’t normally do these for other people.” Louis leaned in to kiss Harry’s cheek. It’s the small kisses that gives Harry’s stomach a twist.

Harry shrugged. “Do you think you can last five minutes in the tube?”

“No, but I’ll have you with me.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry laughed. “You know I’m easily impressed, you could take me to the movies and I will still appreciate it.”

Louis hummed. “A train date isn’t really trying too hard either, Harry, like I said, It’s not much.”

“Of course it is much! you’re trying to impress me by proving you can blend with normal people.”

Louis faked a gasp. “This whole time you assumed I wasn't normal?”

Harry smiled, stupidly. “You know what I mean.”

“Well, Harry, my love.” He really had to add the endearment, didn’t he? “I’m about to prove you wrong.”

--

And as it turned out, Harry was right. He couldn’t last five minutes in the tube. Well, to be fair he lasted thirteen minutes before complaining about the stops.

“There’s so much stops.” Louis tried not to pout. Harry didn’t understand what he was complaining about.

Harry shrugged. “I mean there’s traffic up at the road, so.”

“That’s my driver’s problem.” Louis clicked his tongue. “And there’s so many people starring!”

Harry looked around the tube, it wasn’t even that crowded! “Literally no one gives a fuck about you, Lou.” Harry tried not to laugh. “Where are we stopping at again?”

“My plan was to go round and round the train while we get to know each other.” Louis looked up to see where they were at. “But we can’t really get some privacy here, can we?”

Harry laughed then, a few eyes turned to him but only paid him one second of attention before minding their own business again.

“What did you expect? to have the whole tube to ourselves?”

Louis didn’t answer that.

So Harry added. “I like the idea though, we barely knew each other.”

Louis hummed. “You know alot about me, I think I’m the one who knows nothing about you.” Louis pointed out. “Like I know you’re majoring in computer science and your sister works in manchester but what else…?”

Harry wished he didn’t have to lie so much to him. “Well, what do you wanna know?” He asked, resting his head on Louis’ shoulder.

“How about, where you see yourself in five years?” Louis took Harry’s hand into his. He don’t know why he hasn’t held Harry’s hand since they got on the tube.

Harry already told him this. “America.”

“Right, cause you wanna be a worldwide known singer and all that.” Louis smiled, fondly. He heard Harry sung in his car last monday, he was sure Harry would make it to the industry and make it big. “You can be that and still live here, you know that, right?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, but I wanna live in Los Angeles.”

“And be a part from me?” Louis said it as if he’s picturing the upcoming five years to still be with Harry.

“Right, cause you’ll be really old by then and someone gotta take care of you.” Harry joked, looking up to Louis.

Louis leaned down, pecking Harry’s lips. He could never resist Harry’s lips. “Exactly.” Louis go along with the joke.

Harry’s thumb was rubbing Louis’ knuckles, which made him looked down and again, notice the tan line on his ring finger. He knows Louis’ past was none of his business. But it’s not wrong to wanting to know more, right?

“Alright, my turn.” Harry lift his head off of Louis’ shoulder. “If you don’t me asking, of course.” He had to add and once he get a nod of approval from Louis, he warns. “It’s about your marriage.”

He didn’t miss the lump of saliva going down Louis’ throat. “What do you wanna know?” The way Louis said it so casually made Harry felt guilty that he was that willing to tell Harry everything while Harry lied about most part he talked about.

“How long were you married for?”

“About three years.” Louis admitted. He didn’t even hesitated. He couldn’t be lying, could he?

So, Harry asked again. “Did you had a baby together?” This question was important for Harry.

Louis, however, hates it, because it reminds him that Eleanor was pregnant with another man’s baby and have not yet told Louis about it.

“The whole reason we separated was because she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby.” That was partly a lie. Partly.

Harry frowned. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“Hey, no, like i said, we’re getting to know each." Louis reminded him.

By the time they reached the last stop, Harry managed to know more about Louis, like how long he’s been in charge of the hotel, where he studied, his hobbies- who would've thought his hobby was playing football and not golf- He doesn't look like the golfer type, but Harry still thought.

It was stupid that they left the tube, only to enter another that was going to their way back. Harry liked the silly idea of a train date.

"Alright, my turn." Louis said as they entered the tube, hand in hand and ignoring their surroundings. "Longest relationship you've been in."

Oh no. Harry wasn't prepared for that question. He was never in an actual relationship before, it wasn't a bad thing but what if Louis thought that it's weird?

"I don't- I've never really been in a serious relationship before." Harry shrugged, instead of making eye contacts, he looks around the tube for two empty seats.

Louis didn't think that was weird, at least that's what Harry thinks because he didn't say anything as he leads them to two empty seats Harry didn't notice before. "That's lucky." Louis said it as if he doesn't wanna be in a relationship anymore.

But it was Harry's turned and he didn't wanna talk about past relationships anymore.

"Favorite holiday?" He asked instead.

"Christmas." He said it with the biggest smile on his face. Harry remembered the story where his sisters was annoyed that Louis spent christmas with his ex wife. Maybe that's why he loves it so much; he gets to see his sisters. They do seemed like the sweetest things from Louis' stories. "I get to see my sisters." Harry called it. "And I got two presents." Yes, like he needs two presents. What possibly does Louis Tomlinson doesn't have?

"Oh, you share the same birthday with Jesus?" Harry giggled.

"Christmas eve. But maybe we does have the same birthdays, just different time zones."

That made Harry laughed. He was glad he's here rather than anywhere else.

"Alright, your favorite food?" Louis changed the subject again.

"Sushi!" Harry exclaimed.

Louis knew he was so fond of Harry, but it kept growing with every little actions this boy do.

"I know a good sushi place." Of course he does. What doesn't Louis know?! "What do you say, we get some sushi before we head back?"

Harry doesn't even know what time is it right now or how long they've been going around the underground railroad. So much for seeing whole of london when they didn't even make one stop.

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"Oh! right there!" Harry screamed, holding onto the bedpost like his life depends on it. And maybe it does.

This was what Harry needed and long for, he loved the date, he loves getting to know Louis, he couldn't get over their shared plate of sushies but this was the main course.

Louis and Harry at Louis' hotel suite in his king sized bed with his cock pounding inside Harry. This was Harry's idea of heaven.

"Right there! Right- oh fuck!" Harry moaned, trying not to move and let his daddy do the work. Louis loves being in control, it's what Harry learned. "I gotta- fuck, I'm gonna-"

Louis slows down his face, looking down at his sweaty baby. "Close?"

Harry whined. "Don't you dare slow down- for god's sake, Louis!" The older man loves teasing him, it's something Harry learned as well.

Louis pick up his pace again, grunting as he hits what he knows was Harry's spot, repeatedly.

"Can you please uh- touch me, please?" Harry begged, losing his grip on the headboard, he wants to touch himself but he knows how much Louis loves it if he asked first. "Please, I'm so close."

Louis was close too, Harry could tell from how quiet he is and had his eyes closed, focusing on coming to his edge. "Fuck, touch yourself." Louis ordered. "I'm so fucking close, come on."

The younger boy reached for his own cock between them, it's been neglected for too long.

"Come on." Louis repeated, thrusting hard making Harry whined again, looking up to watch his daddy thrust in and out of him while tugging on his own cock. "Fuck. Not gonna last."

Harry moaned in ecstasy when he reached his end and came without warning all over himself, closing his eyes till he feels Louis slows down his pace and pulling out of him.

When he opened his eyes again, Louis was getting rid of his used condom, Harry looked down to the puddle he made all over himself, sitting up a bit. "Lou, could you please-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because Louis was already off the bed and into the en suite to get Harry a clean towel.

He loves being taken care of like this, letting Louis rub the damped towel all over his stomach, his other hand brushing Harry's curls away from his sweaty forehead.

"I thought I promised you could come as many time as you like." Louis started when Harry was falling asleep on him. "Why would you not use this opportunity and sleep, hm?"

Harry rolls on his side. "Shut up." He felt the bed dipped with Louis' weight behind him, feeling an arm wrapped around him.

"I wanna be with you, Lou." Harry blurted, pulling Louis' arms tighter around him.

He feels Louis' head between his shoulder and neck. "You're literally with me right now, Harry."

"You know what I mean." Harry had his eyes closed and his brain half awake, he kept saying this to Louis. At least ten times today.

He could feel Louis' exhaling heavily behind him. As if he's holding something back

Then he heard Louis' soft voice, saying something he had been dying to hear. "I wanna be with you two."

Obviously, that opened Harry's eyes, slowly, Harry turned to face the older man, he didn't look the slightest tired. "So, we're like going out going out?"

Louis snorted. "Or you could just say boyfriends."

"Boyfriends." Harry blushed, leaning in to brush his lips against Louis' lips. "Oh, I like that word. Boyfriends." He taste the word on his tongue, one hand crawled up to play with Louis' subtle, he could feel Louis' smile against his lips and again, he said. "Boyfriends."

Louis pulled him closer. "Boyfriends." he echoed. "Round two?" He dared asked making Harry snorted.

--

Reality hits Harry the next morning when he woke up before Louis did.

He really just spent the last few days trying to get this man to be his boyfriend and they made it official last night and it's only hitting Harry now that their relationship is based on lie all because Harry kept lying to him.

Maybe he should tell Louis the truth, maybe he won't be as mad as Harry thinks he would be. Maybe Louis would just laugh it off and thinks it's alright.

Feeling guilty for being the liar of the relationship, he got off the bed before Louis wakes up. He wasn't planning on leaving yet but he couldn't bare staring at Louis while he was sleeping peacefully knowing that this same man might leave him when he finds out the truth.

Harry didn't pack his stuff for a reason that he could just borrow some of Louis' clothes. That idea seemed cute when Harry was on his way here but now, with the thought of he have to tell Louis the truth, he was scared that Louis will kick him out right after he finds out and asked for his shirt back.

But Harry did not want to stroll around his suite naked so Harry still took one of his buttoned up shirt out of his cupboard and made his way out of the room.

He made himself a cup of tea, he really was feeling himself when he was drinking his steaming hot tea while watching the view of London from the giant window in nothing but Louis' shirt. He really wished he was a computer science major who's four years older than his actual age so he doesn't have to worry about Louis being weirded out.

What got him off his own thoughts was Louis' voice from his room, he was obviously talking to someone -on the phone- obviously.

Harry took a short trip to their- his bedroom, peaking in a little to see Louis sat up on the bed, still half asleep with his phone against his ear.

"I know, Lots, I know." He said to whoever was on the other line. "I'm sorry that happened but- I'm just gonna say it, love, the boys in your school isn't worth it." Harry continued to eavesdrop. "You should focus more on your study rather than these asshats."

He watched Louis stood up, so Harry quickly tiptoe his way to the sofa, sitting down and acting as if he hasn't been eavesdropping, his cup of tea still on his hand.

Louis walked out of the room, about to enter the kitchen when he noticed Harry was sitting, staring at the tv that wasn't turned on, he walked towards him. "I know I said I'll break his leg if he hurts you, but I don't mean that literally." He leaned in to kiss Harry's head, brushing his curls with his free hand. "Lots, I could be in trouble, fucking hell." Louis groaned, turning around and walking over to the kitchen. "Alright, I'll tell him off."

That's when Harry got up and followed him,taking a seat on the counter chair as he watched Louis turned on the kettle. "Alright, I'll pick you up wednesday." Louis took a tea bag out of his container. "Okay...Alright...Yes! I'll talk to you later, yeah? Love you." With that, Louis finally hung up, placing his phone on the counter.

"Who was that?" Harry asked, making Louis jumped a little and turned to see Harry leaning on the counter.

Louis placed a mug in front of him, dropping the tea bag inside. "My sister, she broke up with her boyfriend last night." He sighed. "This is the third time this year and I kept telling her it's not worth it. High school boys are stupid."

Harry's heart dropped to his stomach at Louis' words. "Well, not all high school boys-"

"Yes, all high school boys." Louis cuts him off, turning to face him. "I admit I was stupid when I was Lottie's age."

Harry tilted his head. "So, what you're saying is you want Lottie to date older more mature men?"

"Fuck no," Louis groaned. "Fuck, please don't even tell her that idea." He turned back to turned off his kettle. "I want her to focus on her study more rather than boys."

Harry watched Louis pour the hot water into his mug. "So, you don't want her to date?"

"I don't want her to get hurt over and over again." Louis took his tea over to where Harry was sitting, placing the hot tea in front of him. "I don't want her to take dating this seriously, she's already failing most her classes."

Harry frowned. "What if I tell you I've been failing most my classes for being with you all weekends and texting you on weekdays?"

Louis bit his bottom lip, he has no idea how to answer that.

"Put it this way." He finally said after a while, leaning closer to Harry. "I don't always reply right away, it's cause I have something to do. And if you're studying or in class or just in a place where you can't reply right away, you don't have to. I'm alright with that." He would hate being the reason Harry was failing. "Now Lottie, whenever she's with me she's always on her phone, texting this dumb boy and when she isn't, all she does is talk about him!"

That's exactly how Harry was like in school to his friends. He even got upset when Louis can't talk to him.

"She's just in that stage of life-"

"Whatever stages she's in, I've been there." Louis told him. "I'm just looking out for her, high school boys are dumb."

Harry don't know why they're arguing about this. He doesn't even know if he should tell Louis he is a high school boy himself.

"And you." Louis leaned closer, resting his forehead against Harry's. "If you're really failing your classes because of me, I'll try to text you less and-"

"Please don't." Shit, he sounded desperate when he said it. "I mean, I know my limit, you don't have to text me less or anything."

Louis peck his lips. "You look good in my shirt, by the way."

Harry's cheeks heated up at that. "I'm sorry I took it without asking, I was going to." Harry said, stupidly. "But I didn't wanna wake you up."

Louis chuckled- something about Harry trying to prove his point was funny cute. Louis wished he could spend his days here, wearing his clothes and drinking his tea.

"I gotta shower." Louis finally leaned back, taking a sip of his tea that was finally cooling down a bit. "Then we can get breakfast downstairs, and what do you wanna do today?"

Harry perked up at the thought of shower. Hopefully, Louis doesn't mind lending Harry more of his clothes. "We can decide that in the shower?" Harry asked, nervously.

The older man took a few more gulps from his tea before going around the counter, pulling Harry up into his arms. Harry's legs immediately wrapped themselves around Louis' waists, both his hands crawled up his neck. "Are you sure you can carry me like this?" Harry challenged him. "You are quite small."

"Hush, I can carry you downstairs and back up if you want me to."

Harry smirk. "Oh, you'll take the lift."

Louis kissed the smirk out of his face and anything to get him to shut up, Harry didn't realize they were moving until they broke the kiss in need of some air. Louis leads them into the en suite in his bedroom, finally placing Harry down on the bathroom's counter.

"Well, look at that." Louis spread Harry's leg to take a good look of his growing erection. "Getting hard just from me kissing you? Such a good boy." Louis wrapped his palm around Harry's cock, pumping it slowly to get it harder.

Harry squeaked, spreading his legs wider. He was so stupid for this man. So dumb. "Fuck me." Harry managed to say between grunts.

That made Louis looked up to him. "Fuck, yes sure, wait let me get the condom-" Louis obviously was only planning to get Harry off but what Harry wants, Harry gets. "Play with yourself till I get back, yeah? Get yourself hard for me."

"Yes, daddy." Harry obeyed, taking Louis' place and wank himself as he watched Louis leaves him in the ensuite.

A little over a minute later, the older man came back with a bottle of lube and a pack of condom.

He placed it on the counter next to Harry, that's for later and continued to watch Harry jerked himself off, his back pressed against the mirror. Which- which got Louis thinking.

"Baby, turn around." Louis pulls him by the knees, making him hop off the counter, Harry turned around due to his request and was faced with his own reflection. "Now continue, stroke yourself, nice and fast." Louis pressed his front to Harry's back. "What? don't look away now." Louis teased when he saw Harry looking down from his reflection.

He cupped Harry's jaw, making him look up again. "Don't you wanna see how slutty you look when you're all aroused for me?"

"Not a slut." Harry pouted, hand still on his cock, but he didn't continue stroking it.

While one of Louis' hand was still cupping Harry's jaw, the other made its way to unbuttoned Harry's borrowed shirt. "No, of course not." Louis pressed his lips against Harry's neck, crawling up to nibble Harry's earlobe and whispered to him. "But you're my slut."

That sent something to Harry's cock, making him stroke it again, he moaned, eyes focused on his reflection. "Yeah," He breathed. "Your slut."

Louis made a mental note of that- Harry might have a degrading kink on some terms. He loves being called Louis'.

"Good boy, now keep stroking." His hand left Harry's jaw to pull Harry's shirt off of him, leaving him naked and stroking himself in front of the mirror. "I want you to come all over the floor." He told Harry. "Then I want you to bend over, let me pound inside this tiny hole of yours." Louis said it while spreading his cheeks with his dry fingers. "And come again." He continued to nibble Harry's earlobe. "How'd you like that, slut?"

Harry nodded, can't take his eyes off himself now. "Yeah, yes- daddy? can I come now?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Louis played with Harry's balls, watching the boy moaned loudly before releasing all over the floor.

Harry sighed happily after he finished, but then felt his daddy's hands on his hips. "Now, bend over." Harry did as told, watching Louis' reflection reached for the lube.

"Still open from last night." Harry reminded him. "Just fuck me, I don't need prep."

"Baby, who's in charge?" Louis pressed one of his lube covered finger inside Harry, making the boy moan.

Harry felt another finger inside him. "Y-you are."

"Then you don't tell me what to do. Clear?" A third finger inside him.

Harry shut his eyes, nodding, feeling the three fingers everywhere inside him.

"Don't you fucking dare close your eyes." Louis' words reminds Harry of his place, making him open his eyes again and looked at his reflection. His face was red, he was trying to hold onto the sink for his life. "Look at you, all ready to come again." Harry looked at his growing cock in the mirror. Fuck. "Hand me the condom."

Harry did as told, he opened the pack for Louis and hand it to him, he watched from the mirror how Louis was putting it on alongside with adding more lube on his cock. "Tell me how much you need me inside you." Louis dared him.

Harry groaned. "Lou, please- put it inside me. I need it so bad, been thinking about this all morning." Harry gasped when he felt the fingers left his hole and was replaced with the tip of Louis' cock. "Daddy, please- need it so bad. Such a slut for it."

"Good boy." Louis praised, slowly entering the hole. "Shit. Feels so loose." Louis continued to pressed deeper, Harry screamed as he always does. "Baby, you're so open from last night." Louis smirked, thrusting in and out. "Fuck, remember our first time and how tight you felt?! felt like a fucking virgin." Oh god, Harry doesn't need a reminder of that right now. "And now you're all loose for me. Fucking slut."

Harry wondered if he really was that loose. He couldn't be! "Lou, I'm just your slut I promise-" He said it as if Louis was accusing him of sleeping with other people. "I wanna stay tight for you." Harry didn't realized he was crying until he saw his tears from the mirror.

"Baby, don't cry." Louis cooed. "You'll be good as new by the time I see you next week." He thrusted deeper. "In the meantime, everyone should know who made you this loose."

Harry gasped, feeling Louis hitting his spot. This man knows where Harry spot is better than Harry do of his own hole.

"Who made you this loose, princess?" Louis hits his prostate.

Harry's jaw dropped from the feeling corrupting his whole body. "Y-you did, daddy." Harry screamed. "Ah! right there! Fuck, I'm not gonna- Ah!" He felt Louis' hand stroking his angry red cock.

"Come, you slut, come all over my hand." And so Harry did, releasing all over Harry's palm with the man still inside him. "Now clean your mess." Louis shoved his finger inside Harry's mouth, the boy sucks all his fingers clean while the older man continued to thrust deeper.

Louis groaned, coming inside his condom just when Harry cleaned his come filled palm.

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HOES B4 BROS !!! 😝🙌

Harry : guess what !!!!!

Niall : what

Nadine : oh god pls dont tell me ure still at tht creep's hotel

Maisie : GO HOME HARRY

Jack : what

Harry : ….why tf is jack in this chat

Nadine : maisie thought he fits in w us

Jack : 😇

Harry : but its hoes before bros :(((

Harry : whatever im over it

Harry : anywayyyyy i got myself a BOYFRIEND

Niall : another guy or ur sugar daddy

Nadine : omg

Maisie : aw 😭💜

Jack : Harry has a sugar daddy?!?!!?

Niall : u missed out on alot

Harry : he is NOT my sugar daddy he is my bf <3

Nadine : what u gonna do when he finds out ure 17

Harry : shut up

Maisie : i thought u said u called him daddy

Niall : he does

Nadine : he does

Jack : WHAT?!?!?!?!

Niall : shut up jack

Jack : HARRY CALLS SOMEONE DADDY?!?!?

Harry : can we kick jack out please

Maisie : no

Jack : i thot this whole time u were a virgin lmaoooo

Niall : SHUT UPPPP

Niall : and harry go home 😡

Harry : I will after we have lunch

Harry : and maybe after round four ;)

Jack : round four of what

Nadine : u dont wanna know

Niall : maisie collect ur boyfriend pls

Maisie : see !!! he fits right in :D

Harry : ….bye ttyl love u !!

"Who are you texting?" Louis appears next to him, getting himself comfortable on the sofa, pulling the younger boy closer to him.

Harry locked his phone due to reflex of his mum usually suddenly appears behind him, peeking through his phone.

"Just some friends." Harry leaned back to rests his head on Louis' shoulder, then his phone vibrates and his screen lights up.

Both Louis and Harry looked down to the text on his screen.

Mum : harry edward styles where are you and when are you planning on coming home?!

Louis chuckled. "Is it supposed to be your weekend with your mum?"

Harry immediately locked his phone again, turning to face his boyfriend. "Hey, it's rude to look over other people's phone!" Harry told him.

"I'm sorry, it was just right there." Louis' fingers started to brushed Harry's curls. "But really, Harry Edward Styles, is it supposed to be your weekend with your mum?"

Harry hates the fact that he had to lie about this part. The truth was, he didn't told his mum where he is spending the night, not even bother lying to her even though that was better than not telling her at all. But what he said instead was. "I'm seeing her tomorrow and she usually wants me there on Sunday before dinner time."

"It's not even lunch time yet." Louis looked down to the watch on his wrist. "But if you gotta get going." Louis sighed. "Until next week then?"

Harry pouted. He hates the thought of only seeing Louis on the weekends. "Or before that if I miss you too much."

"No more skipping classes for me." Louis warned, leaning down and pressed his forehead against Harry. "What if I come visit you sometimes next week?"

That's the last thing Harry wants. "I have nowhere to keep you." He said, instead. "It's fine, I don't mind driving to London to see you."

Then Harry's phone vibrates again, this time it was a phone call from his mum. Oh god. She wasn't usually this protective but Harry has been going out alot. "I really should go." Both Harry and Louis stares at Harry's phone with his mum still calling.

--

Days drags faster than Harry thought it would be, thanks to endless texts with Louis and sometimes they even have a late night phone calls session.

His mum been busy with an even she has on saturday, she even said it's worth working on a saturday for. Harry was glad she's gonna be working on saturday just so he could go to London again.

But it was a wednesday when Harry spent dinner texting on his phone than talking to his mum that changed Harry's plans.

Louis was telling him about his visit to Lottie's school, about to scold at Lottie's ex that she cried over to, only to found out that they got back together.

Louis : she didnt even bother telling me :( made a fool of myself showing to her school and all

Harry : she owes u for this make sure she knows that !!

Anne cleared her throat, making Harry look up from his phone. "Darling, do you really have to be on your phone on the only time I get to talk to you?"

That made Harry locked his phone and set it down the table, picking up his fork to take a bite of his potato salad. "Sorry." He mumbled before stuffing his food into his mouth.

"Anyway, I was thinking." Anne started. "You should come with me to my client's the grand opening."

Harry's eyes widen. "The one on saturday? I have plans saturday."

"You always have plans on saturday, I'm only asking for one saturday." Anne clicked her tongue. "We never get to hang out anymore." She said it as if she's Harry's friend and not his mum. "Also, everyone else from the office are bringing their family or their dates. Tom will be there! you love Tom!"

Harry would have forgot the existence of his mum's intern if it wasn't for the fact that he's using Tom's university background for his cover up to Louis. "But, mum-"

"One saturday, is all I'm asking." Anne obviously misses her son more than anything right now. "I already ordered us a matching suit and dress."

That made Harry's heart twists. They always wear matching couture to his mum's parties and Harry's school activity back when he was eight.

So, how could he refuse? "Alright, fine." Harry finally gives in.

That sure made a smile appeared on Anne's face. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "I'll show you how cute your suit is, you're gonna love it."

--

Friday morning was the worst thing that happened to Louis this week. Not only did Harry texted him saying he won't be able to make it tomorrow but also what Eleanor had to say during breakfast.

He had spent the week trying to stay away from Eleanor as much as she can, but he can't really avoid her due to the fact that they live together.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Eleanor asked, placing Louis' breakfast of bacon and eggs in front of him.

When they were happy they used to take turns making breakfasts or even make it together, nowadays, whoever wakes up first would make it and usually Louis pretends he was still asleep just to avoid pleasing Eleanor.

"What's tomorrow?" Louis watch Eleanor poured a glass of orange juice into his glass. She doesn't usually get his drink for him, unless she wants something.

Eleanor looked shocked that he doesn't remember, she placed the carton of juice down and walk over to her chair, across from Louis.

"Didn't Liam remind you? Or did you forget to ask him to make a reminder?" She tsked, pouring herself a cup of juice. "It's your fourth hotel grand opening! Louis! How could you not remember?"

Oh shit. Louis kept forgetting about this new hotel, he doesn't even notice it's done for. But then again, Eleanor had been taking care of that alongside the hotel's manager.

"Right, fuck." Louis ran his fingers through his hair. "When are we going then? Tonight? tomorrow morning?"

Eleanor tried not to roll her eyes. "We're leaving after lunch today. Louis, how could you forget?!"

"I have so much in mind, okay?!" Louis can't bare taking care of three hotels when he has a cheating wife and a boyfriend. Let alone remembering his new one. "Alright, I have a meeting after lunch today. Why don't I meet you there tonight? Sussex, right?"

"Essex." Eleanor corrected him. "Please make sure Liam knows he's working this saturday and to make sure you get there tonight."

Louis nodded. "Yes, of course." Shit. He even forgot to tell his assistant  about his own grand opening. At least he doesn't need an excuse for Harry since he can't make it this weekend anyways. "I haven't got an update on the hotel for months now. Are you ever gonna show me?"

"It's a surprise!" Eleanor grinned. She had been the head of this project. This was the first hotel that was signed under her name. It really was a gift for her before he found out she was cheating. "Speaking of which, I got another surprise."

Louis looked up after he took a bite of his egg when he heard surprise. "It's not our anniversary, right? Why am I getting surprises?"

"No, darling." Eleanor laughed. "But this one is special, it's a blessing and it'll brings us so much joy."

Louis' eyes widen because he knows what's coming out of Eleanor's mouth next.

"You're pregnant." Louis blurted the same time Eleanor exclaimed. "I'm pregnant!"

Eleanor squealed excitedly, standing up from her seat and into Louis' lap, giving him a tight hug. "I know you said we're not ready but we've been blessed! I found out yesterday and couldn't wait to tell you!"

Lies. She didn't found out yesterday and he knows that. Hell, she's really gonna pretend like he's the father, huh?!

"Lou? Louis!" Eleanor cupped his cheeks, zoning him out of his thoughts. "Lou, aren't you excited?"

I know the baby isn't mine so why are you acting like it's fucking mine is what Louis wanted to say, but instead he looked up with a fake smile. "Y-yeah. I'm happy for you- I mean us. I'm happy for us." Louis pulled her closer to him. Why does holding her felt wrong now? He felt like it was not his place to hold her like this.

"I haven't told father yet but he'll be at the grand opening tomorrow." Louis almost forgot about the grand opening again. "He's gonna be so excited!"

Louis was speechless, he has no idea how he was supposed to react though he already knows Eleanor was gonna tell him sooner or later about her pregnancy.

"Lou, stop zoning out!" Eleanor pulled him out of his thoughts again. "You're gonna be a father!" She announced. "We are gonna be parents! You and I!"

Louis really wish she would stop talking by now. He wished he was mentally prepared for when she told him.

--

"So, you just let this guy fucks you and treat you to all the finer things in London?" Jack, Maisie's boyfriend, who was obviously madly attracted to Maisie, sat with them at lunch.

This never happened to Maisie's past lovers, Harry hoped she's just madly into him as he is with her.

"Yes." Niall replied for Harry.

Jack gasped. "Then he is your sugar daddy! why are you denying this?"

"Because he's not!" Harry rolled his eyes, trying to enjoy his sandwich seemed so fucking hard nowadays. "He's my boyfriend."

Nadine blinked. "Have you figure out how to tell him you're 17?"

"Hold up, he doesn't know your 17?"  Jack was surprised with all this new information.

Maisie snorted. "Harry said he's 21." She answered for Harry. "Because Harry was-"

"Hold up! Hold up!" Nadine stopped Maisie from telling her boyfriend everything. "Is Harry even okay with Jack knowing all of this?"

They all turned to Harry and he just nods. "Yeah, If Maisie trust him then-"

Maisie cooed, leaning in to pinch Harry's cheeks, Harry had to slap her hand off of him. They usually baby Harry like this. "Aw, you trust him because you trust me!"

"You don't trust Shaun like this!" Niall pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Nadine shrugged. "Niall, you don't even trust Shaun like this." She pointed to the couple sitting across her. "And he doesn't even wanna join us for lunch!"

"He has friends." Niall tried to defend his boyfriend.

Jack didn't wanna say, so Maisie did. "Jack have friends too."

"Anyway," Harry changed the subject to release the awkward tension between the five of them. "My mum wants me to go to her client's stupid grand opening." Harry groaned, remembering. "I don't wanna go to a stupid hotel grand opening if it's not Louis' hotel."

Jack almost choked on his water. "Your sugar daddy owns a hotel?!"

"He's not my-"

"He owns several hotels." Nadine answered for him. "He's so powerful, more reason why Harry should stay away."

Harry punched Nadine's arm, lightly. "I'm fine and he's harmless."

And then his phone vibrates. Nadine who was sat next to her, leaned in to see whatever text he just got.

"I'm so stressed right now, I'll call you tonight." Nadine reads the text out loud, making Harry scoot away from her.

What is it with his friends wanting to read his texts?! "Bugger off!" Harry turned his phone away from her view.

Nadine shrugged and scoot back to her side of the chair and continue to consume her food.

Once his friends mind his own business, Harry

decided to type out a reply. In hopes he will answer.

Harry : whats wrong :(

Louis : work stuff. I miss you so bad

Harry : imy :((((

Harry : can i come over :(((

Louis : dont you have class and something to do tomorrow???

Harry : I dont have to stay over :D i can leave after lunch. no more class.

Louis : oh my god please

Harry : yayyyyyy !!! ill see you xoxox

Harry look up from his phone and prepared for his escape. He can't bare going to the classes after lunch, he could make the run for it and visit Louis for a few hours. No one will notice. He can't tell his friends, that's for sure.

So Harry made his escape when everyone was back in class and the hallway was empty, trying to make sure no one was around as he sneaks out of the building.

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Harry was never in this part of the hotel before. He didn't even picture it in his head before. He knows Louis has an office but he never actually gave it much thought.

His office, just like his suite; has a giant window that Louis prefers to have it covered with the curtain, But Harry peaked the city from it earlier and he thought Louis got the best views everywhere.

Like Louis had told him from the text message, he was stressed, which is why Harry was on his knees, under Louis' desk with Louis' cock inside his mouth because he suggested that it'll make Louis feel less tensed.

The thing about sucking cock was, Harry wasn't sure if he was good at it. He only had done it once to Louis before and even though Louis loved it then he wasn’t even sure if he was doing it right.

Right now, Harry couldn’t really tell because Louis made no sound whatsoever and Harry could hear the sound of his keyboard, as if the fact that Louis’ dick in his mouth has no effect on him. “Close.” Louis grunted, that was the first sound Louis made in nearly 10 minutes since Harry got on his knees.

Harry looked up, Louis’ eyes wasn’t even on him! Then he felt Louis’ hand grabbing a fistful of his curls, forcing his mouth to leave his cock. “Lou-” Harry whined watching Louis’ hand took his mouth’s place. Was he really that bad?! Harry watched the older man giving his cock a few pumps before releasing all over Harry’s face making him whine again.

“No, don’t wipe it now.” Louis stopped him before his hands reached his face. “Come here, let me take a good look at you.” Harry was pouting as he climbed on top of Louis, sitting himself on Louis’ lap. “Oh, stop pouting.”

“Was I that bad?” Harry dared to ask. He deserve to know if he can’t suck cocks! Someone gotta tell him.

Louis’ brows knitted together as he took a good look at the mess he made. “What? darling, you did great.”

“Then why didn’t you let me finish?” Harry feels Louis’ thumb on his come covered cheek, oh god, he feels so dirty.

“Cause I wanna come on your face.” Louis tried not to laugh while saying it. “So I can see you like this. Aw love, did you thought that was bad? You did so well.” Louis pressed his thumb inside the boy’s mouth, making him sucked on Louis’ come. He loves the fact that Harry was so willing. “I would really love to keep you here if I could.”

Harry stares at the man in front of him, who was eyeing him so carefully, obviously loving the mess he made on Harry’s face. This man was the most flawless person Harry ever came across and to be the one sitting on his lap right now felt like an honor. Harry thought he might be in love with- no, it couldn’t be. They only known each other for less than a month and Harry never really been in a relationship before so he must’ve only been high on the whole boyfriends thing.

“All my friends calls you my sugar daddy.” Harry didn’t realized he said it outloud until he saw the expression on Louis’ face changed, a small smile grew on his face. Harry could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m-.”

“You talk about me with your friends?” Louis cuts him off, releasing his thumb from Harry’s mouth and leaned over to his desk to grab a tissue. He gotta clean Harry up before his come started to dry on his face.

Harry could feel his cheeks burning even more. “I mean-”

“You gotta let me meet them, I’ll make sure they know I’m not your sugar daddy.” Louis spared him his explanation. “All because you hate the thought that I like to pay for everything.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” He leaned back, his head resting on Louis’ shoulder. He really would love to stay here much longer but then his phone vibrates and he knows exactly who texted him.

“I gotta go.” Harry pulled his phone out of his back pocket and his predictions was right. His mum needs him home to make sure his suit fits. “I’ll see you sunday?”

Louis nodded. That reminds him that he better get going to wherever his new hotel opening was. Where was it again? “Sunday, I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, I came here for you.” Harry smiled, leaning in to press his lips against Louis’. If Harry were to fall in love, he wants to be in love with this man. “Until sunday then.”

--

Louis arrived at about eight with his driver and Liam alongside him. Entering the hotel; Louis’ first thought was how different the setting was from his other hotels. He felt like he was in a whole 'nother hotel if it wasn't for the workers in the familiar uniform and the way they greet him. Mostly everyone was preparing for the grand opening tomorrow.

He saw Eleanor walked towards him, where did she even came from? Sophia following behind as usual. “Oh, thank goodness you made it!” Eleanor gave the man a tight hug as if she hasn’t seen him in ages. “I was worried you may forget again.” She let go once she realized Louis wasn’t gonna return her hug.”You look exhausted, love. Wanna go up to our suite now?”

Louis blinked, still unfamiliar with the whole new concept of the hotel. Or it must have been due to the fact he hasn’t leave his London hotel for quite awhile.”I think I’m gonna take a tour first, you can go if you want.”

Eleanor smiled so sweet, Louis has no idea if she’s faking it or not. “I’ll show you around, love.” Then she looked over his shoulder. “Liam, why don’t you take my husband’s stuff up to our room, Sophia has the key.” Then turned around to her assistant. “Sophia, be a dear and show him my room then his room after. Then you may rest.”

Sophia nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” Louis likes to know exactly how much she pays Sophia. She seemed to be more overworked than Liam was.

Once the two assistants left the married couple alone, Eleanor took his hand and leads him to the receptionists table. “Do you like the bright colored walls? Isn’t it so much better for a change?”

Louis never saw anything wrong with his walls, they weren’t this bright- Louis thought it threw the whole elegant concept away. Not that he was gonna say. “Y-yeah, looks good.” He really don’t wanna put up a fight with Eleanor especially when the grand opening is tomorrow. He really should’ve supervised the last five months.

--

Harry tries his best not to complain on the ride to the stupid grand opening Harry hated so much. He could have been with Louis but his stuck going to a party with a bunch of old people that he couldn’t care less about.

“Love, I’m gonna warn you now before I have to warn you later.” Anne glanced at Harry next to him. Harry can’t remember the last time he was in his mum’s car- they really haven’t been hanging out together. “I don’t want you to be on your phone the whole time we are there, okay?”

Harry locked his phone, putting it inside his pocket. “I know, mum. This is not the first time I have to attend your parties.” Though the last time was a few months back. “So, how many hours are we gonna be stuck in this party?”

Anne focused on the road ahead of her. “A few hours. I want you to meet the owner of the hotel, they’re such a nice couple.” Anne smiled, fondly. “Met them a few months back when I closed the deal to promote their hotel around town.”

Harry never gonna say it, but all he hears was blah blah blah. He doesn’t care about hotel owners if it’s not Louis. especially “nice married couples” owners. They’re probably in their sixties and have too much money than they know what to do with.

“The Cumberland?” Harry read the sign as they entered the hotel, it seemed crowded already. “Why does it sounds familiar?” He asked himself but Anne answered for his thoughts.

“We stayed there once, I think?” Anne wasn’t even sure herself but one of Anne and Harry’s hobby when Harry was 10 was to stay at a hotel over the weekends.

Harry hummed. Maybe they had.

Anne gave her keys to their valet parking services once they were in the main entry, Harry followed wherever Anne was going after they left their car. “Oh! I remember!” Anne said as they walked inside the hotel, the main lobby was already crowded. “The Cumberland was the hotel we stayed in when we were in Ireland for Niall’s brother’s wedding.”

Harry nodded, remembering. Anne took his hand and tug on it. “Now where could they be?” It took Harry a minute to realized who she was referring to; the nice couple that owns the hotel. His mind was somewhere else, he was trying to remember who he had a conversation with the last time he talked about his trip to Ireland and visiting The Cumberland-

That’s when it hits him.

He was talking to Louis at that fancy club Louis took him to.

So instead Harry said. “You know, me and my mum stayed at the Cumberland before. In Ireland.” He remembered when he was there for Niall’s brother’s wedding, it was two years ago, actually. “Is that also yours? Cause that’s huge, how do you handle two hotels?”

“Three.” Louis smiled, he had more attention on his glass than at Harry. “And in Manchester. And it’s not that hard when you have people working for you.”

Though this one couldn’t possibly be Louis’ hotel because Louis would have told him if he was opening a hotel in Essex. Also because he knows Louis can’t be the owners his mum had been bragging about. Louis didn’t even told him anything about a grand opening.

“Oh! There they are!” His mum tugged on his hand, pulling him into the crowd, Harry watched her waving her hand at someone but there were too many people Harry didn’t know who she was waving to until they got closer and Harry saw a woman waved back.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the man next to her. “Anne! You made it!” The woman gave Anne a hug once they were standing in front of her.

“Eleanor, you look fabulous!” Anne didn’t let go of Harry’s hand so he decided to stand behind Anne, hoping the man in front of his mum can’t see him. Thought he is way taller than his mum.

“Hey there, Anne Coxx, right?” The familiar voice made Harry wished his mum would let go of his hand so he can run from this.

“Mr. Tomlinson, it’s very nice to see you again.” His mum said so sweetly. Harry wonders if anyone else could hear his heartbeat.

“Please.” He said, politely. “Call me Louis.”

This is shit. This is worse than Harry’s nightmares Oh god, oh god, Harry wants to disappear because he knows what’s gonna happen next.

“Oh! I want you to meet my son!” Anne turned around to see Harry was looking down on his feet, Anne tugged on his hand once more. “Harry, I want you to meet Mr And Mrs. Tomlinson.”

That’s when Harry finally looked up. Sooner or later he gotta look up, right? His eyes immediately landed on Louis who looked like all the blood inside him has left his body. He was staring back at Harry. “Hi,” Harry squeaked.

“Hello there, darling, that’s a very nice suit.” Mrs. Tomlinson complimented- Mrs. Tomlinson! Louis is married to this woman who was extending her hand for Harry to shake, he didn’t even realize his mum had already released his hand.

Harry shakes hands with the woman in front of him, trying not to look at Louis. “T-Thank you. Uh, I’m Harry.”

When she lets go, she gave Harry a long stare before saying. “Have we met before?”

That’s what was Harry was thinking as well- where did Harry saw this woman- Oh no. It was coming back to him.

“Then you must’ve knocked the wrong room, darling, because that’s my room.” She waved the card on her hand .

Oh fuck this shit. Louis’ hotel wasn’t fully booked that day! This woman is his fucking wife! Harry could actually feels his heart being torn out of him and ripped apart.

“I don’t think so, no.” Harry lied, what else was he gonna say to her?!

Anne chuckled. “Maybe you’ve seen him on youtube, he uploads his singing every once in awhile He wants to be a singer and all that.” Anne bragged, Harry wanted to die. His youtube barely have 20 views and he only uploaded two of them!

“Ah! you should sing for karaoke night next week!” Eleanor turned to face her husband- Louis. He looked like his soul have left his body. “Shouldn’t he, love?”

Louis shakes his head, zoning back into reality. “Uh, huh? yeah. I’m Louis, by the way.” Louis introduce himself like Harry haven’t seen his cock before. But the younger boy still shakes his hand anyways, playing along.

“Harry.” Was the only thing Harry said before pulling his hand off of Louis’, can they go now?! Jesus Christ. He didn’t want to stay in the middle of this that his first reflex was to reach for his phone inside his pocket.

Anne looked at him, trying to hold the need to sigh. “Harry, you promised.” Then she glances at the couple. “I’m sorry, you know seventeen year olds these days with their gadgets.”

“Seven-Seventeen?” Louis almost choked on his own spit. “He’s-”

Anne giggled, taking the phone from Harry, the boy knows better than trying to take it from her, so instead, he looked down to his feet again. Oh God, there goes his secret and his entire relationship. “Don’t let the baby face fool you.”

No shit. Harry didn’t know what to do or say now, he tried to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“But Eleanor, you look really good since the last time we saw each other!” Anne goes on. Fuck, does she really have to bullshit her clients like this? “What is it? Did you cut your hair? Look at you, you’re glowing.” Then Anne gasped. “Oh my god-”

Eleanor squealed, excitedly. “I’m pregnant! Yes!”

If Harry’s heart was ripped apart before, it has been buried in the ground by now. He looked up so fast to see Anne hugging the woman again. “Pregnant?!” He turned to face Louis, who was mouthing something Harry couldn’t quite make.

“Aw! congratulation! I’m so happy for the two of you!” Then she hugged Louis, but he still seemed stunned with the whole situation going on right now.

Harry wanted to throw up. Not only is he dating a married man, he was also dating a married man that was expecting a child. “Mum-” Harry tried to think of his happy place, he didn’t wanna get sick over this. “Mum, I think I’m-” Harry watched the breakfast he had this morning, all chewed and digest, leaving his body via his mouth, throwing up all over Louis in front of him.

This couldn’t gone any worse. He heard Eleanor gasped. “Oh my god!”

“Harry-” His mum said it so calmly as if her son didn’t just threw up all over her client.

Louis looked shocked- but he had been since he saw Harry here. “It’s fine, I got an extra suit.” He assured, stepping a few feet back. “I’m gonna go change then, it’s nice seeing you both.” Louis turned on his heel making the run for it.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am.” Harry told Eleanor.

His mum sighed. “Don’t just stand there, Harry, help him.” Anne didn’t know if she should be mad or not- her son was sick but he really had to choose the wrong time to threw up.

On his mum’s command, Harry followed wherever Louis was going, he entered the lift and Harry had to run before the lift door was closed. “Wait! I’m sorry, I have to-” Harry didn’t know what to say once he was in the lift with Louis only.

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That was the most awkward lift ride Harry had with Louis. Louis wasn’t talking to him nor making eye contact, he was mumbling words Harry couldn’t make over the stupid elevator music. Once the lift door open again, Louis didn’t wait for Harry and storm into the hall and made his way into his room. Something about the short ride made Harry felt sick again.

Harry followed closely, watching Louis taps his keycard against the knob and making his way inside, Harry quickly slips inside the room before Louis shut the door on him. “I’m sorry, I really need to borrow your bath-” Harry didn’t even finish that sentence, he ran towards the door that he was sure was the bathroom- thank goodness he was right because he immediately threw up all over the sink.

“Jesus Christ, what did you eat this morning?!” He heard Louis’ voice from outside the bathroom. Harry wondered the same thing but he knows it was all the truth hitting him that made him feel nauseous. He feels like he’s eight again when his parents told him that they were getting a divorce while Gemma was at her camping trip and he had no one to run to so he threw up all over his own dinner.

Harry washed his mouth before leaving the bathroom only to find Louis strolling around the room without his shirt nor tux, his face all red and Harry swore he had never seen Louis this angry.

“Seventeen! You’re fucking seventeen!” Louis was looking around for something, Harry wanted to ask so he could help but he didn’t dare. “I’m so fucking stupid, how could I believe you?”

Harry hates that Louis was pacing back and forth as if he wasn’t the liar in the relationship as well. “You told me you weren’t married, I don’t know why my age bothers you so much when-”

“You’re a fucking child!” Louis cuts him off, stopping his own pacing that was starting to make Harry’s head hurts. Not to mention the words Louis was screaming at him made his heart ache, the need to throw up again was coming back, only if he had something left to threw up. “You wanted to be in a relationship! You! Did you thought you could build a relationship based on a fucking fatal lie?!”

Harry feels seven and was being scolded by his mum because he thought cutting Gemma’s hair off while she was asleep was funny. But Harry got to defend himself this time. “What about you? Huh? You told me you were divorced, you never said anything about a baby!” Harry raised his voice. “And I’m not a child! I’m not even underage-”

“This is different, you don’t know anything about my marriage.” Louis took a few steps closer towards Harry. “And I was never the one who begs to be in a relationship with you.” Harry didn’t know that this would’ve hurt more than if Louis just decided to stop calling him.

Harry stayed silent then, watching the older man walked closer. “I’m not a child.” He said instead, trying to prove a point. “You’re a child! You’re the most immature man I’ve come across and you’re a cheater! All I did was lied about my age!”

“All you did?!” Louis scoffed, he was standing in front of Harry now that the boy had to take a few steps back only to hit the wall behind him. “You had a setting! The whole university and shit! What were you even doing in my bar that night?!”

Why was Louis cornering him like this? He wasn’t gonna make a run for it. “Do you realize you could’ve met someone that might possibly hurt you?!”

But he did- met someone who hurts him. Who hurts him with every word that’s coming out of his mouth right now. “You don’t understand! All my friends had done it . I didn’t wanna be left out!”

Louis’ eyes widen at that. Harry never sounded more like he’s seventeen. “You were- Harry, don’t tell me you were-”

“A virgin, yes.” Harry mumbled, looking down to his fingers, but Louis heard what he said.

When Harry looked up again because Louis hasn’t said a word in what feels like forever, Louis looked more stunned than he did downstairs. “You-” He was lost for words. “Fucking shit! Harry!”

Harry wanted to cry. Why does this have to happen in the worst way possible?! “You don’t understand!” Harry repeated, still trying to prove a point but seemed like every word he said only worsen the situation.

But what happens later, didn’t make things worse, something Harry wasn’t expecting, he feels both of his hands pinned to the wall, Louis leaning in, attacking Harry’s lips with his own. And due to reflex and the need to, Harry kissed him back. It was hard and sloppy, it wasn’t like Louis’ usual kisses- not that he minded.

Louis pulled away first, in need of air, making the younger boy gasped. “A virgin!” Louis’ lips made its way to the boy’s neck. “That was your first time- I was your first time and I had no idea!”

“It wasn’t your business anyways.” Harry dared to say, making the older man pulled away, looking him straight into the eyes making Harry looked away. He felt one of Louis’ hands let go of his to cup his cheeks and turned his face back to look at him.

Harry looked up, he didn’t know why he was aroused from this. “Wasn’t my business?” Louis beg to differ. “I could have fucking hurt you! Do you have no idea how irresponsible you were being?”

“I know what I was doing!” The truth was, Harry didn’t. He was glad he did what he did but he had no idea what he was thinking.

Louis leaned in again to press his lips against Harry’s. Are they gonna fight or are they gonna kiss? Can Louis make up his mind?! Louis pressed closer to Harry, he could feel the boy growing slowly just from being attacked with a hard kiss.

“Fuck, get on the bed.” Louis command when he finally pulled away, freeing Harry’s hand. And of course, Harry obliged, walking towards the bed while taking off his tux- he’d been dying to take it off since he started throwing up.

Harry climbed on the bed, only realizing once he was on it that- “Did you fuck your wife on this bed too?”

He looked up to watch Louis strip his pants off of him. “Don’t say that.” Louis warned. He didn’t wanna think about Eleanor for more than one reason. He joined Harry on the bed, pinning his hands together above him. One thing he knows for sure was the fact that Harry loves it when Louis take control. He leaned in again to kiss the boy’s lips, biting his bottom lip before he lets go. “What were you even thinking? What if you didn’t meet me that night?”

The younger boy feels Louis rutting against him, he was still fully clothes and Louis was only in his boxers. “Stop talking.” Harry told him, trying to lean in so he can kiss Louis again. Anything to get him to stop talking; Harry wonders if his mouth tastes like vomit- he wanted to cry if it was.

Louis lets go of his hands, using his own to pull Harry’s pants down alongside his boxer, letting his cock sprung free. “Fuck, a virgin.”

“I’m not-”

“You fucking were and I had no idea!”

“That's on you!” Harry defended himself yet again.

Louis scoffed. “On me? You lied to me!”

Okay, Harry might have lied about that. How stupid was he to think Louis will never find out? Not that it matters right now with Louis spreading his legs then reached for something in the nightstand- the man pulled out a pack of condom and a bottle of lube.

It hits Harry for more than one reason; Louis was gonna have sex with him right now and the fact that Louis kept that inside his nightstand meaning- “You were planning to sleep with her, weren’t you?”

“Huh?! No, it’s not like that.” Louis said while covering his fingers with lube, spreading Harry’s legs some more. “Listen, we’re not- it’s not like that, fuck, can we not talk about that right now?”

Harry knows he was killing the mood, but he deserves some explanation, Harry gave Louis his. It’s only fair. “But I- oh fuck! Louis!” He felt one finger inside him. “More!” And they only have just started. “Come on! I don’t have time for this.”

“You?! I got a party downstairs!”

“That you didn’t even told me about! What kind of boyfriend-” That’s when the second finger slips inside making Harry scream.

Louis works his two fingers inside Harry. “You really wanna go there now?” Louis challenged, sliding in a third finger.  “You didn’t tell me that night was your first time!”

“You told me you’re divorced!” Harry goes on, trying to thrust into Louis’ three fingers inside of him.

“You told me you were twenty one years old!” Louis could go on all night if he had to, but he rather focused on his fingers working inside of Harry. And the younger boy would have agreed because he was lost for words and let out a loud moan, his hands hold onto Louis’ shoulder for his dear life.

Louis pulled his fingers out after awhile, they both didn’t wanna waste anytime with this. “Ready?” Louis asked, pulling his boxers down then putting on the condom and spreading more lube in Harry’s hole.

Harry looked up to his boyfriend- are they even still boyfriends?! “Y-yeah.” Harry breathed. What if this was the last time Louis will fuck him? He’s not gonna miss out on this chance. “Fuck me.”

Louis give his own cock a few tug before aligning it with Harry’s hole. “So desperate.” Louis told him. “So fucking desperate that you were so willing that night.”

“Can you stop talking about- Oh! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck.” Harry screamed, feeling Louis inside him, deeper and deeper before he bottomed out. “Fuck!”

Louis started thrusting slowly, then he gets faster after a while, he didn’t say anything then, grunting and thrust faster and faster. Getting the boy under him to moan. Harry has always been loud.

No words were shared between them, only their moans and grunts and Harry didn’t need to say anything when Louis found his spot- all he did was scream. Because they both know by now what his loud scream means.

The room was quite other than the sound of their skin slapping against each other and Harry’s sob- he was crying. Oh god he was crying again. But Louis said once that he thought  it was cute that he cries during sex.

“T-touch me.” Harry said after a while. “Please, Lou, touch me.”

Louis scoffed. “Touch yourself.”

The younger- much younger of the two whined. “No, I want you to touch me!”

“Fucking hell, you’re such a baby-” Louis grunted, reaching for Harry’s cock, Harry screamed once he felt a hand on his cock.

Louis gives him a few more tugs and he knows what was coming from Harry’s tight grip on his shoulders and his endless strings of gasps.

Then the boy came all over himself and Louis’ hand, Louis came shortly after that, he quickly pulled out and roll to the other side of the bed.

They both lie there, completely breathless. Nothing but their breathing was heard. It was the best one minute Harry had experienced in the past hour. He needed more quiet time.

He turned his face to the side to watch Louis stares at the ceiling, he wonders what Louis was thinking. And where this is going. Where they were going.

“Lou, I really didn’t mind that my first time had to happen like it did.” Harry told him. “It was honestly even better than what I had in mind. You were so careful.”

Louis didn’t reply to him. Harry didn’t get it. “I should go- you should go.” He got up from the bed, going around to collect his pants again. “This was stupid. This whole thing was.”

Harry sat up from the bed upon hearing Louis’ words. He thought his heart have stop aching but now it’s starting again. “You can’t build a relationship with lies.” Louis kept talking, putting his pants on then walking towards the cupboard, pulling out his spare tux and shirt- he has a spare tux.

“I wasn’t the only one wh- Louis! You’re married!” Harry got up from the bed, putting on his suit back as well. His mum might be looking for him.

Louis turned to face the boy as he buttoned up his shirt. “You’re underage!”

“Am not!” Harry hates that they were yelling at each other again- Harry hates that after this Louis might not want to see him again. “You’re expecting a child!”

Louis rolled his eyes. “It’s not- listen, I don’t owe you an explanation.” Louis put on his tux, pushing his sweaty hair back. “This is going nowhere anyway.” Louis walked away without any other words exchanged, he can’t stay inside that room with Harry.

Harry was left inside his room, he could feel the tears leaving his eyes- was that the last of them? Did Louis broke it off just like that?

Once Louis was out of his suite, he sighed, leaning against a wall, trying to get his mind straight- the boy he grew attracted to was way too young for him. This was never going to go somewhere. This was stupid.

“Hey, what took you so long?” He looked up to the sound of heels walking closer to him, his wife in sight. “Whoa, what got you so sweaty?” Eleanor looked concerned.

Louis wanted to make a leave before Harry walk out their room. “I’m sorry, should we go back to the party now-”

Then the door behind him clicked opens and out comes Harry, Eleanor looked over Louis’ shoulder to see the boy with red eyes walking out and Eleanor felt like a wave of deja vu just hits her and that this looks familiar- “Wait.” She remembered. “You’re that boy that was knocking my- Louis’ suite.” And oh.

Oh.

This was finally getting clear for her. Why he looked familiar, why Louis looked like he saw a ghost, why Harry panicked and threw up, why Harry was knocking on his husband’s suite that day and why the people working in her husband’s hotel had been talking about a much younger boy, going around with his husband.

“You-” Eleanor tried to get pass Louis, obviously losing all manners and about to attack the younger boy. “Don’t you know what have you done to my marriage?!” Louis stopped her, making sure she doesn’t go pass him.

Harry took a step back- he had no idea until today that he was breaking someone’s marriage. It can’t be all his fault! “El, Eleanor, it’s not-” Louis tried, keeping a strong grip on both of Eleanor’s arms. “Let’s go back to-” But she made a release out of his tight grip, walking around him and raised his hand- the younger boy, oblivious to what to do; just stand there not knowing how to react when he felt her palm against his cheek, harshly. “Eleanor!” Louis screamed, taking her hand to make sure it won’t reach Harry again.

The boy just stood there, his own hand crawled up to his stinging cheek- tears starting to leave his eyes again.

“Lay one more finger on him-” Louis warned. “And I’ll make sure Max won’t live to see his child.” He threatens which made Eleanor took a step back and turned to face her husband. Louis never once in his life threatens to kill someone. He looks cold. He looks serious. And the fact that he knows- Louis knows.

Eleanor didn’t know what to say to him so instead she turned back to look at Harry. “Wait till your mother knows what a whore of a child she has.” With that, she turned on her heel, releasing Louis’ grip off of her and walk away, Louis followed closely, to make sure she won’t turn to Harry again.

The crying boy had to follow as well. “Please.” He sobbed. “Please don’t tell my mum.” That was worse than anything Harry could imagine, he stopped once he realized the two of them wasn’t listening to him and he did not want to take the lift ride down with them.

Harry collapsed on the floor then, there was so much pain going on right now. He doesn't even have his phone with him to call Niall or anyone he could talk to. His mum is never gonna let him leave the house once she found out.

And not to mention that Louis might never want to talk to him again. Everything was over.

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Once the boy gained the energy to go back downstairs, he looked for his mum, he can’t spot Louis and his wife anywhere. Harry still hates that; the fact that Louis is still married this whole time.

“Harry, there you are!” He turned around to see his mum, taking his hand and her other hand crawled up Harry’s cheek. “Honey, is everything okay? Have you been crying?” She rubbed Harry’s cheek with her thumb, he hoped Eleanor didn’t left a mark there. “Are you feeling any better?” To his surprise, she wasn’t mad.

Anne probably had no idea what had just happened. Maybe Eleanor haven’t told her yet- Maybe Louis stopped her. Who knows how disappointed she’ll be if she knows what Harry had been doing over the weekend.

“We can go home if you want to.” His mum continued. “Let’s get you some rest, yeah?”

Harry nodded. He wants to go home so badly.

“Okay, love. Let me find Eleanor and Louis to tell them we’re leaving.” She spoke so softly, her hand finally left his cheek.

Harry did not want to see them again. “Mum, I’ll just wait outside, if that’s okay? Please tell them I said sorry about what happened earlier.” By that, he means the fact that he threw up all over Louis.

His mum nodded, smiling. “Of course, sweetheart, I’ll meet you outside.”

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Later that night when everyone has either left or booked their own room at the hotel, Louis was back in his suite, alone. He wonders where Eleanor is. He hasn’t since her when he called it a night and went up to his suite. They ended up not breaking the news to Eleanor’s father. Everything that happened earlier had ruined the mood.

And knowing Eleanor; she will ask for an explanation on how Louis found out. Louis still can’t believe he said what he said. Of course, he will never kill Max or anything but he needed to stop Eleanor from hurting Harry. It was never entirely Harry’s fault.

Harry.

Louis is dying to know how he’s doing; he didn’t even say goodbye and made his mum said his goodbyes for him. He must’ve been devastated to find out that he was still married. To be fair, Louis was devastated just as much. Harry lied to him. Harry really thinks their relationship could work even with the fact that he’s actually five years younger than he claimed to be.

The sound of his door clicking open was what got him out of his thoughts. Eleanor walked in the room, throwing her heels to the corner of the room. “I’m beat.” She broke the silence Louis was very much enjoying before she enters. “Hey, father’s suite got an extra room, I think I might stay there tonight.” She went over to her cabinets to grab her sleepwear. “I hope you don’t mind, love.”

Louis was sat on the corner of the bed, he could guess a couple reasons why Eleanor didn’t wanna stay in this room but it was obvious she was avoiding the fact that they have to talk about Max and also the fact that Harry and him obviously had sex on this bed earlier.

But Louis was done staying silent. “Since you’re gonna stay with your father, maybe you should break him the big news.” He didn’t make eye contact, he really didn’t have to, his back was facing Eleanor and he didn’t wanna see her right now. “I don’t know what’s bigger though; your pregnancy or the baby’s daddy.”

The room was filled with silence once more, even with Eleanor in the room now. Then he felt the other side of the bed dipped with Eleanor’s weight. If he wanna talk then they’ll talk.

“Louis, you’re the father.”

“Do you even remember the last time we had sex?” Louis scoffed. He’s done much arguing today, but something inside him was begging all of him to fight today.

Eleanor crawled over to Louis, sitting on the bed, right behind him. “Yes, it was a few weeks back and-”

“And I used protection.” Louis clarify. “Come on, Eleanor, how dumb do you think I am? You’re at least six weeks pregnant.”

Eleanor didn’t know what to say then. That’s cue for Louis to continue. “Listen, I know you only slept with me and then asked for a baby was to convinced me that the baby’s mine.” That’s when he turned to face her, she looked blank, staring at the wall with no expression. “I know everything, okay? I know about you and Max, I know you’re pregnant before you told me and I know why you’re trying your best to save this marriage.”

“I-” Eleanor’s voice cracked. “You- I was not happy.”

Louis knew that, he just never expected Eleanor to say it to his face, so of course his heart still aches at the words. He really thought he was a good husband. But Eleanor really said it to make it as if this was entirely his fault; that she cheated.

But Louis didn’t want to bring that up right now. “I wasn’t either.” Louis admitted. “I spent months trying to figure out where I went wrong before I just-” Louis exhaled. “Gave up and found him.” Of course he’s going to bring Harry up. “And I thought that; you didn’t have to know that I know because we could use this marriage is just for show.”

“Well, it always have been.” Eleanor said before she stood up from the bed. “It just took the two of us some time to realize that.” She grabbed her nightwear again, before walking out of the room without  anything else to say. Once again, Louis was alone.

That’s goes the two relationships he was in.

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Harry spent the entire Sunday in his room, telling his mum he hasn’t felt better when he’s actually been crying silently to himself. Then he did the same on monday, his mum, bless her, thought he was still ill, called the school for him and even told Harry she’ll take him to the hospital but he told her no- because he wasn’t actually ill.

Then came Tuesday and he was still spending his entire day in his room, curled up in bed and getting his meals sent up to his room. But that’s also the day his friends came to visit because Harry hasn’t replied to any of their texts.

“Hey, your mum lets us in.” Nadine let herself and his other two friends in; Niall closed the door behind him. “Are you feeling any better, Harry?” She asked, softly, walking closer to the bed.

Harry was curled up inside his blanket, he wasn’t sure why he was still able to breathe, but he had to pull it down upon hearing Nadine’s voice.

“Aw, your eyes are so red, are you-” Maisie was the first one to sit on the edge of Harry’s bed, frowned when she realized. “Harry, what happened?”

Harry didn’t say anything, he doesn’t even know if he still have the energy to talk; the only person he had been talking to was his mum and she only comes in to drop his food and check on him.

Niall knew better than to wait for an answer, he joined Maisie on the bed and pull the broken boy into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Niall always knew him better than anyone else. Harry was never heartbroken before but Niall knows what happened. “Aw, Harry, it’s okay.” He told the boy who started crying the minute he felt arms around him.

Nadine and Maisie looked at each other before turning to their two friends, they didn’t know if they should join in the hug or wait till Niall let go, but Nadine figured it was better to shower Harry with love so she joined the hug- then Maisie followed.

“He wasn’t worth it.” Niall comforted his best friend. “Whatever it is that he did, he’s not worth all the tears.”

“He’s not worth missing school for.” Nadine reminded him. He really should focus on his school but instead here he is, in bed, crying over a guy who probably was glad that Harry’s out of his life. “And you deserve better.”

Harry never experienced heartbreak before. And if this is what it feels like, he was certain he didn’t want a repeat of it. Why did he even try and took it further with his supposed-to-be-one-night-stand? He wasn’t supposed to grew attached, hell, he wasn’t supposed to ask him to be his boyfriend!

“He found out.” Harry finally spoke, the three of them finally let go of the hug upon hearing Harry’s voice. “Turns out that stupid grand opening my mom took me to was his.”

Maisie shakes her head. “Oh no, Har-”

“What’s worse was that I also found out.” Harry continued. “Th-that he’s married and his wife is expecting.”

Nadine gasped a little too loudly. “Gross! This is why you should date boys your age-”

“Nadine,” Maisie stopped her. “Now’s not the time.”

Harry sighed, loudly, laying himself on his bed again. “Guys, I appreciate all of you coming here but I really prefer to be alone right now.”

That’s not gonna get him to be left alone. “Harry! Come on!” Niall groaned. “How many days has it been? Don’t you wanna see the sun? It’s been such a nice day out today-”

“Niall-”

“No, Harry, he’s right.” Nadine cuts him off. “The last thing you should be right now is alone. Now, come on, tell your mum you’re feeling alot better and we’ll go get some burgers!”

As much as Harry prefers to be in bed right now, his friends are right. And to think he’s here mourning while Louis had probably gotten over him. It wasn’t fair. He deserves a good time just as much!

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Two weeks rolled by faster than Louis expected it to, mainly because he’s been occupying himself with his hotel. He even made a short trip to Manchester and Ireland as an excuse to check his other hotel while in reality he just needed distractions.

Anywhere to get his mind off of that boy.

It’s hard when everything in his hotel reminds him of Harry. His suite, the bar, the restaurant, even his fucking office. There’s no way he’s going back to his new one, though there’s not a chance he’ll bump into Harry in his hotel, the whole city was Harry’s home.

The thing was, he can’t avoid his headquarter forever especially when his hotel manager was asking when he’ll be back to have a meeting regarding the services. So Louis had no choice but to come home.

By home, he means his suite in his London hotel and not his shared penthouse in London. No. Because he hasn’t been home since before the incident. Also the last time he spoke to Eleanor, if he may add.  He even left in seperate cars and Eleanor’s excuse to his father was because she wanted to see her family and went back to Manchester with him.

While as Louis went straight back to London, only to get reminded of his boyfr- ex boyfriend everywhere he goes around the hotel.

Louis felt like he was back in square one. He was alone, sad and his wife is somewhere with the man he hates. Except this time, she’s pregnant, she knows that he knows, she doesn’t try to call him to pretend she still cares and he’s not sad over her. He’s sad over a boy that lied to him about his age, where he studies- fuck, he lied about his whole identity and only kept his name!

“Good afternoon, Mr. Tomlinson!” His hotel manager greeted once he arrived back at  Hotel number one as his mum used to call it. “I hope it’s okay, I scheduled the meeting at three today.”

Louis just nods, looking around for Liam. They arrived together in his car but he sent Liam down to the restaurant to order them some lunch since he’ll be dining downstairs today. Maybe eating around people and not only with Liam would fill his loneliness a little.

“Sure,” Louis told him, dismissing the guy because the last thing on his mind right now was his hotel ratings.

He reached the front desk, stupidly asked. “Hi, any bookings under the name Styles?” It was stupid to ask. It really was. But he still tried though Harry probably will never ever comes back here nor his other hotels.

“Sorry, sir.” His receptionist shakes her head after she looked at her computer screen. Louis may or may not have been asking this for the past days, even when he’s not here and he’d call just to check on the same thing instead of asking about something more important.

It was getting kind of depressing. “Sir, your table’s ready.” Liam came back, breaking Louis’ thoughts of nothing. He sighed and said thank you to his receptionists before turning to Liam, walking away from the front desk.

“Have you spoke to Sophia lately?” Louis asked for the first time in two weeks to Liam. He always asked how his wife was doing via his assistant who would ask her assistant. Back when he just found out about her affair. And yes, he’s back in square one.

Not that he cares that much how Eleanor was doing. It was obvious she doesn’t need him. But she can’t avoid him forever without talking about what's going to happen to them. Both of them are just leaving their marriage hanging.

It was easy for Eleanor to avoid it when he’s in love with a man who knows about Eleanor’s relationship. While as for Louis, what if he fall for someone again and had to go through what he went through with Harry or tell the truth about what’s going on, only for them to runaway.

He supposed he could go down to the bar tonight, maybe try to pick someone up, try not to get attached to this time. He too, deserves a break from his misery.

“She’s on break, sir.” Liam told him. “Mrs. Tomlinson went to Paris and let her take the week off.”

Louis hissed. “Jesus, don’t call her that.” Louis knows who she went to Paris with. Probably celebrating his misery and for finally able to be together without a husband between them.

“Yes, sir.” Liam said instead. Not that he knows what to call her now. He’s been working with Louis for two years and it’s the only name he refers to her as. He’s not gonna start calling her ‘That bitch’ or anything, is he?

--

Going back to school, hanging with his friends, having time to study and not sneaking out of class again means Harry was back on track with his life. He was back on track with being a seventeen year old where his only problem was which university he should attend to and what he’s going to wear for prom?

The past two weeks had not been easy, not at all. But Harry’s getting there. At least the crying stopped and he’s friends have been trying to get him distracted so his mind wasn’t corrupted with thoughts of Louis.

“You know, he’s cute.” Nadine nodded her head towards none other than Cade Jaime across the hall, talking to his mates while glancing at them every five seconds.

Harry hummed. “And he kept checking you out.”

Nadine turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. “He’s gay, Harry.” It wasn’t a secret. The whole school knows. It never was. “And he’s checking you out.”

“You know how I feel about high school boys.” Harry pushed himself off the lockers and walk away with Nadine next to him. “Also, I don’t think I’m ready to move on.”

His best friend frowned. “You know, they’re not that bad sometimes.” Then he pointed to Maisie who was leaning against her locker, literally having heart eyes for the boy in front of her, giving her sweet little kisses. “Just look at Maisie and Jack.”

“Or sometimes they’re way bad.” Harry pointed as they continued to walk down the hall, at Niall and his boyfriend, Shaun- and a couple of his friends, all in circle discussing something while Niall was left out of the circle, playing with his phone while he waits for his boyfriend to remember his existence. Harry didn’t know when they got so bad together. But they are. “Just look at our Niall, god, we need to save him.”

Nadine agreed. “Yo, Ni!” She called. “Anyways, doesn’t mean Cade is a Shaun. He could be a Jack!”

Niall looked more relieved when he saw his friends, he didn’t even say anything to his boyfriend as he walked over to the two.

“My point is, there’s no shades of grey with these boys.” Harry told her. “They’re either really bad or really good.”

“And what, your sugar daddy was a shade of grey?” Nadine hated that Harry always ended up defending that man.

Niall joined them, walking down the hall. “What’s up?”

“Cade Jaime have the hot for Harry.” Nadine told him. “But Harry is still sure about his ‘no dating high school boys’ policy. Oh, come on, Harry. You’ll never know unless you try.”

“He doesn’t fancy me just because he stared at me!” Harry shrugged. “And I’m just not ready, God, why does boys sucks so bad?!”

“Tell me about it.” Niall mumbled but they both hear him. Stopping them in their tracks and turned to Niall.

It feels like since the breakup all Harry cared about was his own feelings he forgot to check on his friends. And he thinks even Nadine and Maisie haven’t check on Niall, too busy making sure Harry wasn’t crying in bed. Hell, even Niall had been busy with Harry.

“Ni, you don’t have to stay with him.” Nadine took his arms, pulling him closer. “Just because he’s the first person you crawled in bed with doesn’t mean you have to keep him around.”

Niall shrugged. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He never does.

“I really need to introduce you to the power of older men.” Harry told him, smirking to himself- completely forgotten what happened to him the last time he was involved in the power of older men. But Nadine and Niall’s facial expression reminded him. “But this time, it’s one night stand without the feelings.”

Niall snorted. “Harry, you have more feelings than you have friends- and you have alot of friends.”

“Aw come on, trust me on this.” Harry sighed. “Do you even still have feelings for him?”

Niall looked down to his shoes, shaking his head.

“Aw, baby.” Nadine cooed. “You really need to break up with him.”

“And then I’ll take you to downtown London.” Harry grinned.

Nadine shakes her head, no. “Nu-uh, remember the last time you go to downtown London?”

“I don’t make the same mistake twice, Nadine. It’s like you don’t know me at all.” Harry clicked his tongue. “And it’s going to be Niall’s night!”

Niall hummed, trying to make up his mind. “I’ll break up with him.” He announced. “But I’m not letting strange guys in London sleep with me.”

Harry shrugged. “That’s fine. We don’t have to sleep with anyone, we’ll just go clubbing and act like we’re 21.”

“Har-”

“Trust me.” Harry cuts him off, knowing what he’s going to say.

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ANOTHER FALSE UPDATE I'M SO SORRY

Guys guys thank you for all the kind words on the last chapter you are all so so sweet to me i just need to tell you this

SOOOO..basically ive written the upcoming chapters and then some of you still thinks mpreg would suit the fic and then i started having doubts bc ya i think so too but i know not everyone is into mpreg

long story short ive been writing all day and doing pregnancy researches bc what happened is i wrote an alternative chapter so now i have two versions of chapter 20 and chapter 21

the first version does not involved mpreg and involved ALOT of alcohol so i cant squeeze mpreg after that chapter obv  and..

the second version involved mpreg though as much as i love pregnant harry (shh im #1 pregnant harry stan ok) i dont want to disappoint alot of readers and also it makes the fic a little bit unrealistic (i know its already unrealistic now what are the odds of losing ur virginity to a rich business hottie) (???) and also harry is always calling louis daddy in this fic it makes me kinda uncomfortable 

AND IF ANYONES WONDERING, whichever version you prefer alot of smuts are still going to happen but for a few upcoming chapters i just want to focus on the drama for awhile i hope thats ok with you guys !!!

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the other story on my account (i'm loving the pain, i never wanna live without it) isn't abandoned, it has up to 19 chapters in my docs but my dumbass lost chapter 4 and ive been too tired to rewrite it and i will update when i have the energy to write a thigh fucking scene all over again lmaaoooo

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He was glad to know that Niall was on board about visiting London with him. And to the fact that Niall just broke things off with his lame excuse of a boyfriend, Harry told him that everything was on him. Harry even booked their hotel and everything.

Not at Louis’ though. Fuck no. This hotel was much more cheaper with the same services. Harry didn’t understand how this hotel had less stars compared to Louis’ but that’s not his business and he’s not here to think of Louis.

The boy even make sure that this hotel was on the other side of London. He wants to make sure he won’t bump into Louis in any ways.

“Alright, so where are we off to?” Niall asked once they settled in their hotel room.

Harry hummed, he wasn’t sure if he knows any clubs considering every time he’s here, he’s either with his mum or Louis. And Louis took him to a club once, but they’re not going to that one. He’s sure there’s more than one club in London.

So he took out his phone and googled for the nearest nightclub, makes sure what he’s going to have at least four stars rating because only the best for his best friend.

“Are you not even a tad bit sad?” Harry asked on their way to the club, Harry’s driving.

“I mean, I’m upset he’s not as great as I thought he was.” Niall shrugged. “But I’m not upset over ending things, it’s for the best after all.”

Harry wondered if he broke up with Louis any other way than them finding out each other secret, would it hurt way less than it does right now?

“Is this it?” Harry asked himself when his GPS said they have arrived at their destination. It was a Friday night so the place looked packed. He wonders if they’ll pass the guards with the stupid fake ID Harry had asked Jack to ask his friend to make a few days back. He hoped they don’t look their age and that the ID was convincing enough.

Niall however, was not as confident as Harry when the guard checked their ID. It took longer than the people before them He almost wet his pants.

But then, to both their surprises; they were in!

“Oh no, this doesn’t look good to me.” Niall shakes his head once they’re inside. Niall was usually the party go-er in their group. But entering a club with a fake ID was not his cup of tea.

Harry glared as he took Niall’s hand, walking up to the bar. “Listen, you can come and dance with me or you can wait here all night.”

“Waiting’s fine.”

“Niall!” Harry was frustrated with his best friend. They came here to have fun and fun is what they shall get!

But Niall was pretty clear on his decision. “Sorry, Haz.”

“You’re boring.” Out of their three years of friendship, he never expected to be saying that to Niall. He had always been the fun one. “But fine, let me just order us a drink.”

A few drinks later, Harry wasn’t sure he lost counts and pretty sure he forgot where he parked at this point, Niall was laughing and starting to enjoy being here and Harry was more loosen up than he was half an hour ago.

“I’m going dancing!” Harry jumped off the bar stool. “You coming?”

Niall shakes his head, even when he’s tipsy his mind was sure he doesn’t wanna dance. Kinda upsets Harry. “I’ll stay here and guard your drink.” Though Harry’s last was empty he just shrugged and hand his wallet over to Niall. “We’ll leave after one dance, wait up.” then he left Niall to talk to himself or to his glass or to strangers all around him.

Harry made it to the center of the dance floor, his head was spinning but it didn’t stop him from moving to the rhythm of whatever song was playing.

He was enjoying himself until he felt two hands on his hips, at first he thought it was Niall, finally give in and dance with him. But he turned his head only to find a bigger, stronger man, licking his lips. “Damn, aren’t you a good little dancer?”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, no one ever thinks he’s a good dancer.

“Thank you.” He said instead.

“Can I have this one then?” He asked, pressing his lips against Harry’s ear making the young boy giggle. He should’ve go clubbing the second Louis stopped talking to him, in all honesty. He was a prey to these men.

Harry just nodded, pressing himself closer to the man. “I’m Harry,” He said even though he didn’t ask. “What’s your name?” He stumbled on his feet then, would’ve fall over if it wasn’t for the strong grip around him.

“Max,” He breathed down Harry’s neck, rubbing his front against Harry’s back. Harry was starting to enjoy it, moving his bum only to get the men to groan.

Harry smiled, he was enjoying how good he was making this man weak. Harry might’ve discovered his new talent.

After a while of just grinding against each other, Harry was getting bored and thirsty. But the man was clearly still enjoying Harry’s present, he won’t let go.

“I need a drink,” Harry said over the loud music, expecting him to let go of Harry when he said it.

But no, instead he leaned down pressing kisses against Harry’s neck. “Wanna take this elsewhere? Somewhere quieter with less people?”

“I really should go back to my friend.” Harry told him but one of his hands already traveled to his palm, grasping it before pulling Harry out of the crowd and into the nearest men’s bathroom.

Harry hates public bathroom, and if he doesn’t need to pee that bad he would never ever want to go inside one.

*

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He breathed once they’re inside the bathroom- which appears to be empty. Come on, the club was packed and the bathroom was empty! “I’ve been watching you dance all night, love the way you shake your little bum.”

Harry was flattered. Really. He is. But he had Niall to go back to and he’s not going to let a rando fuck him in an icky bathroom. “Thanks, but I really gotta go-”

“What’s the rush, princess?” Harry felt a pang in his heart at the name. It was Louis’ pet name for him, he doesn’t want to be called that if Louis isn’t- but Louis isn’t in his life anymore, is he?

But now that he was thinking of that man, he remembered when they went clubbing, when Louis took him to the bathroom which in result made Harry whined about how gross it was and that he doesn’t wanna fuck in here- which Louis listened to.

Harry felt the man’s lips on his neck, not just leaving kisses but sucking a mark- Harry tried so hard not to moan. “I really can’t- don’t want to.” His head was still spinning. Fucking alcohol and loud music was not a great mixture for Harry right now. “Please no,” Harry begged, trying to get his hands off of him.

But the man won’t budge, not with Harry pressed against the wall and both his hands safely on his grip. “Please.” Harry tried again, struggling out of the grip.

“Love hearing you beg, baby.” He chuckled, lips moving up to Harry’s lips- no! Harry does not want to kiss this man! He looked away- anywhere to make sure those lips won’t be on his.

Shit- no, please. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he never wanted to call his mum more than he does right now.

And then he remembers his best friend who’s out there, probably waiting for him. Where was Niall?! Is he alright?

“No!” Harry screamed when he felt the man grinding against his own covered cock, still struggling to get out of the man’s tight grip. “Don’t! I don’t want to!”

He cooed. “But I want to, princess.” Max smiled evilly. Oh god, oh god, what has he got himself into?! Where’s Niall? Where’s his mum? Where’s Gemma? Where is everyone! “And you made me hard, it’s only fair if you take care of me, huh?”

“Please,” He cried, feeling his own hot tears against his cheek. They’re still fully clothed  and he had to let go sometimes- sooner or later he is going to take their clothes off or someone’s going to walk through that door.

He looked relieved when he saw the knob being twisted, repeatedly until he realized.

“Hey, why is this door fucking locked?” He heard the voice outside and he turned to face Max again, finally capturing his lips. Harry pulled away, looking over the door again to see no one trying to open it again.

Max smirked, knowing what’s on Harry’s mind. “The advantages of working here, innit?”

He locked the door! When did he even locked the door?!

“Please,” Harry tried again. “I’m just a kid.”

Max laughed evilly. “I love hearing you beg but if you don’t be quick someone’s gonna find us, now get yourself undress.”

What?! No, no, no- this is not happening!

At least he released both of Harry’s hands, which made Harry pushed him, not that it did anything, the man was stronger. “Now, now. Don’t be such a bad boy.” His hand crawled up Harry’s neck, his thumb pressing against his adam’s apple. “Get undress.”

“No!” Harry fought back, trying to pull his hand off of him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe- That’s when the door got his attention again. There was a loud bang coming from the door- one after another.

It also got Max’s attention because he let go of Harry’s neck then. “Shit.” He hissed, then his hands was on Harry’s pants. “Fuck, I can’t wait no longer.”

Harry cried again, feeling his pants being pulled down, still looking over the door that was forced to be open and just when his pants reached his ankle, the door was slammed open, revealing a few men outside the door. Oh thank God!

*

“Max! What the fuck!” One of the guys screamed, walking in the bathroom, pulling Max away from him. Harry collapsed on the floor once nothing was supporting his legs.

Everything hurts, his throat, his eyes, especially his head. “Harry?” He heard a familiar voice called, it wasn’t Niall’s, no- but the voice was very familiar. The voice sounds like home .

His tears was blurring his vision so he couldn’t quite tell if he was hallucinating or if the person calling him was really who thinks it is. “Lou,” He whimpered, finally looking up and yes , it was him.

The man immediately got on his knees, pulling the crying boy into his arms. Harry doesn’t pull away, instead he rests his head on Louis’ chest, chasing his scent because fuck, he miss this. He miss Louis’ arms, his chest, his perfume, his voice, he miss Louis.

“It’s alright.” Louis wrapped his arms around the broken boy. “Everything’s fine.”

Then he looked up to the men that was trying to get Max out of the bathroom, cursing at him, telling him how he could lose his job if he pulled this again. “Oh, you’ll lose your job, I’ll be writing to Zayn about this.” Louis announced, referring to the owner of the club, also one of his good friends.

“No!” Max growled. “You can’t tell him!”

“I fucking can,” Louis told him. He wanted so bad to jump that man right now, maybe even try to kill that man if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry was crying in his arms and Harry comes first . He doesn’t need to hurt anyone when Harry needed him right now.

Both of them heard the other men mutter apologizes before leaving the bathroom with  Max. They were probably trying to get to Louis good side and won’t tell Zayn but he fucking will.

On the other hand, Harry was still crying in his chest, so texting Zayn could wait. The whole world can wait.

“You’re safe now, it’s alright.” As bad as he wants to ask what Harry was doing here in downtown London, in a nightclub, he knows better than to do so right now. The boy doesn’t even look sober.

And as much as he hates seeing Harry in this condition right now, he was relieved he needed to use the bathroom and get someone to knock the locked door down. Things could’ve gone worse if he just ignore it and search for another bathroom!

Louis reached down to pull Harry’s pants up, the boy in his arms was still whimpering and shaking, holding closer to him. “Do you want to leave now?” Louis asked, softly. “Let’s leave, yeah?”

Harry nodded, standing up with Louis, he was relieved that the man didn’t let go of him as they walked out of the bathroom.

They almost reached the door when someone grabbed Harry’s arm which made Harry jerked his hand away and screamed.

“Calm down! It’s just me!” Niall huffed, looking over Harry’s shoulder. “Hi, Sorry, Harry isn’t here to get laid and he’s drunk! He’s also seventeen!” Someone’s been drinking to blurt out things like this in a place where they’re pretending to be 21.

“Uh, he’s my friend.” Harry told Louis. He’d love to go back to wherever Louis was taking him but now that he remembers Niall’s here. He can’t leave the drunk kid alone.

Louis nodded. “Alright, so you two can come with me.” Louis told the two boys as they left the club. His arms were still around Harry- Harry never want him to let go. “Since you two are too drunk to drive yourself.”

Niall just followed them, the fact that he was as drunk as Harry was made him just go along with this. But he trust Harry. Also he was oblivious to who this man was. Harry’s not useful for that information since he’s too busy cuddled up with the man.

“Where are we going?” Niall asked once they’re inside the car. Seemed like Louis came here with his driver when he let Harry climb after him in the backseat and Niall followed, for reasons that he doesn’t trust this man alone with Harry and that it’s a strangers car, he’s not leaving Harry’s sight.

But neither Harry or Louis answered him because Harry was coming back to his senses now that no one’s touching him and he’s not crying on an icky bathroom floor. “Lou, I am not sleeping with you!” So much for having his senses.

“I’ll get you a seperate room.” Louis told him. Hell, he wasn’t even planning to sleep with the unconscious boy, even if he was sober, seeing Harry’s state earlier was not the right time to try and get Harry to bed with him.

But Louis had to ask, “What even are you doing in London?”

Harry exhaled. “Why are you stalking me?!”

“I’m not stalking-” Louis tried not to get angry, remembering Harry’s state right now. “It was my friend’s club! I didn’t know you’d be there!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “London is big enough for me not to bump into you but we did so-”

“Oh, is he the sugar daddy?” Niall interrupted.

The curly haired boy turned to his friend. “He’s not my sugar daddy!”

Louis tried not to laugh at that. The way that Harry’s friend was acknowledging him means Harry talks about him to his friends. God, he missed Harry. He missed Harry more now that the boy is next to him, falling asleep on his friend’s shoulder.

--

Harry woke up with the worst headache he ever felt, groaning as he rolled to his side only to be bumped on...Niall?!

He knows they were drunk last night, but he remembered that their hotel room had two separate twin  sized bed and not a queen sized shared one, wait a second, this was not their hotel room!

This room was rather familiar, way too familiar only smaller- Louis! Louis’ hotel!

Harry closed his eyes again, massaging his scalp because he only remembered some parts of last night, it was just flashes of grinding against a strange man, that man leading Harry to the bathroom, a door trying to be knocked down and then Louis.

Fuck, that wasn’t a dream?!

Fighting his headache, he shakes Niall. “Ni! Wake up! We’re in Louis’ hotel!”

“What? How?” Niall mumbled, still half asleep unti- he sat up immediately, the pain in his head was coming from how fast he woke up and his hungover. “Wait! How will we afford two hotel rooms?!”

Oh god, Harry wasn’t even thinking about that part. He already used most of his money from the club last night, not to mention he’s going to have to pay the other hotel. “I don’t think Louis is going to make us pay.” He was sure of this. He knows Louis.

Then there was a knock on the door, Niall pulled out his phone from his back pocket that have been making him uncomfortable on the bed. “Oh shit, it’s past eleven!” Niall told Harry. “That’s probably the room service.”

Niall must be right because they heard the door outside creaked open, then footsteps was heard, coming closer to them.

“Don’t room services usually yell ‘Room Service!” before they come inside or does that only happens in movies?” Niall was asking himself since Harry was still trying to remember last night. Not that anything appear in his head. “I might be wrong, because usually when I’m at a hotel, they come when we aren’t inside. It’s like they know-”

Then their door was cracked open, interrupting Niall’s loud thoughts about fucking room services.

Harry came face to face with Louis.

His saviour, really.

Whatever happened last night, Harry remembered crying. He remembered crying in Louis’ chest and he certainly remembered Louis’ scent.

“Good morning,” Louis greeted, he was holding something in one hand, it looked like a pack of painkillers. Yes! Painkillers! It’s what Harry needs right now. He really is Harry’s saviour.

Niall scooted closer to Harry, he looked scared. “Harry,” He grab a fistful of Harry’s shirt. There was a man who’s obviously looked so much older and intimidating inside their room! Walking closer to them!

“We were fully booked last night, this was the only available room.” He told the two young boys, how can Harry looked so calm?! “I hope you don’t mind squeezing with your mate here.”

Harry shakes his head. “That’s fine, thank you.” tried to get out of the bed despite the pain in his head and Niall’s grip on his shirt. “Uh, can I have some of that?”

Louis followed Harry’s eyes to the medicine he was holding. “Oh yeah, sure! I came to ask if you need some, I’ll get you some water.” With that, Louis turned around and left the room.

Niall tugged on his shirt. “Harry! Who was that fine looking man and how are you so calm?!” He whispered to make sure Louis won’t hear.

“That’s Louis, you idiot! I just told you this is his hotel!” Harry glared, finally standing on his two feet once Niall let go of his shirt.

Niall’s eyes widen. “Shit, that’s the sugar daddy?!” He followed Harry out of the bed. “He’s hotter than I have in mind!” Come to think of it, he never really showed Niall or anyone what Louis looks like. They don’t even have a picture together.

Harry glared at him before walking out the door, Niall just tagged along until they were met with Louis in the kitchen, filling up two cups of water. Louis really booked them a suite. It wasn’t as big as Louis’ suite, Harry was aware of this since it only has one room and  it probably doesn’t have the view Louis had but it was still something.

“Thanks.” Harry sat on the counter, taking the glass of water and the pills. Niall, still acting like the lost puppy, followed Harry by taking another glass.

Niall finished his glass first, putting down the glass, he smiled towards the older man. “Hi, I’m Niall.” He introduces himself. “Harry’s mate, I heard so much about you.”

If Harry wasn't trying to swallow a pill, he would’ve slap Niall.

“Right, we haven’t properly met last night.” Louis smiled at the boy. “I’m Louis, it’s nice to meet you, Niall.”

When Harry put his empty glass down, Niall and Louis was shaking hands. Niall, despite the fact that he used to make fun of this man, was glad he finally met the man.

“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude.” Niall pull his hand away. “But how did we end up here?”

Louis chuckled, of course they don’t remember. “Saw Harold last night and thought he needed saving.”  He said, coyly then glances at Harry, the younger boy was just staring at Louis while he talks. Fuck, he miss him. “That wasn’t very bright by the way, how did you two even got in?” Louis turned to Harry when he asked, a frown plastered to his face.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child, you know?” Harry scoffed.

“I’ll stop talking to you like a child, when you stop acting like one.” Louis said, calmly, if anything which made Niall eye them back and forth.

Harry slouched down on the counter, he didn’t come here to argue with Louis. Hell, he doesn’t even remember coming here. “I don’t act like a child.” He mumbled but Louis heard him.

And Niall was still eyeing the two, he doesn’t think he should be here. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom.” Niall stated, slowly leaving his seat and walk away. Louis was glad he left since he needed a word alone with Harry.

Once Niall was gone, Harry sat up again, he knows what was coming- Louis was going to lecture him like he’s some kind of mischievous seventeen year old boy- which he wasn’t! And Louis knew this! He knows Harry’s a good- okay, nevermind.

The older man had to strong grip on his counter. “What were you doing there last night?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Harry challenged.

Louis’ brows knitted together. “I'm twenty six years old and I live in London.” Louis tried not to laugh at his own statement.

“I didn’t come all the way there to bump into you, especially because you live on the other side of London and you know…” Harry tried not to stutter. “London’s quite big.”

“London’s quite big, indeed.” Louis snorted. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t miss the stupid words coming out of Harry’s mouth. “Seriously, Harry.” He folded his arms on the counter, leaning in. Too close, for Harry’s liking. “You could’ve gotten hurt. Proper hurt.”

Harry tried to remember last night again, the door, the banging, Harry could still hear it.

“I don’t-”

“You don’t remember, that’s alright.” Louis finished for him, tucking a strand of curls behind Harry’s curls, out of habit. Harry can’t stop his burning his cheeks and Louis doesn’t seem to realize what he’s doing until he’s doing it, he quickly leaned back to keep his distance.  “My point is, you could’ve gotten really hurt, Harry.”

Curiosity got the best of him. “What happened?” Harry remembered dancing, he remembered bathroom stalls in front of him, he remembers the banging of the door and he remembers Louis being there. He remembers crying. “The memory of last night is just flashes of...stuff.”

Louis hates that had to happen to Harry, he doesn’t know if he should be glad or mad that Harry doesn’t remember. “You’re safe now, that’s what matters.” He told him, instead.

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“We should go.” He told Louis once Niall returned from his bathroom trip, only to brag about how nice the bathroom was. 

Louis bit his bottom lip, he doesn’t want Harry to leave just yet- even with his friend tagging along, Louis doesn’t give two fucks about that kid as long as he’s not hurting anybody. And he looks like a good kid too that Louis knows Harry was the one who dragged them to that club.

“Stay for lunch?” Louis asked, bluntly when he saw both boys putting on their shoes.

Harry looked up to him, he’d love to lunch with Louis but he needed to remind himself, this was the man that broke his heart, yelling at him and putting all the blame on him when they were both wrong.

“Don’t you got a wife to have lunch with?” Harry said through gritted teeth. Niall hates that he’s always in the middle of their tension. He wants to leave but Louis mentioned lunch! At this place! With a chance of him paying!

Louis walked closer to him. “I haven’t seen Eleanor since,” He exhaled. “Since what happened.”

Was that supposed to make Harry feel better? Because breaking up a marriage was never his intention. Not to Louis and not to anyone else. His mum taught him better than that!

“What Harry’s trying to say is,” Niall answered for him. “We would love to stay for lunch.”

Harry glared at the boy sitting next to him, Niall pinched his thigh as code to keep quiet. 

--

“Look, Niall, if you fancy the guy, you can have your go with him.” Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend, because of him they’re stuck in the restaurant down at the lobby, Louis excused himself when he got a phone call and Harry prayed to whatever gods up there that it wasn’t his wife on the other line, on her way here. “I’m over him and he got a wife anyways. You didn’t have to drag me to have lunch with him.”

Niall raised an eyebrow in disgust. “I don’t like him! What the fuck?” He made a gagging noise, looking around to make sure no one heard him. “No offense but he’s too old for me and by the way, you’re clearly not over him.” Niall pointed at Harry with his fork. “Also he rescued us. It’s only fair we let him buy us lunch- wait.”

“He won’t even tell me what happened!” Harry sighed, frustratedly. “I couldn’t have mess up that bad, could I?” He looked up to see Louis walking back towards the table, putting his phone in his pocket before he sat down across Harry.

Niall taps his napkin against his lips before standing up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” He smiled. “Again.” Yes, this was the third time since they sat down that Niall excused himself to the toilet. 

Louis noticed that Harry wasn’t enjoying his lunch, and he ordered his favorite. Louis would know since Harry always ordered the same thing. It wasn’t the first time they eat here together. 

“Is there something wrong with your broccoli?” He asked, concerned. 

Harry rolled his eyes. “Look, you don’t have to pretend to be my friend just because you felt bad over whatever it was that happened to me.”

“I’m not pretending to be nice, Harry.” Louis snide. “What? We can’t be friends because we broke up?”

The words torns Harry apart, though he knew they weren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean it wasn’t sad hearing Louis said it.

Whatever, it’s not like he wants to be friends with Louis. “Lou, you’re married to someone else and you told me you were divorced!” Harry argued. “Doesn’t seem like a divorce when she goes with your last name, or when she said she’s pregnant, or when she slapped me.” He hates going back to that. “So no, of course we can’t be friends.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.” Louis apologized, because he never got the chance to. All because he was so mad at Harry that night. “That was shit, you didn’t deserve that.”

Yes, of course Harry doesn’t deserve it! His wife was an arsehole, Louis was an arsehole just as much as she was! They were perfect for each other!

“Listen, If you’re not planning on telling me what happened last night, I really should get going.” That’s the moment Harry remembered his car is probably still at the club. He supposed he could call an uber to go there. “I appreciate what you did but we have nothing to do with each other anymore.” 

Louis stayed silent. 

That’s when Harry gets up, he doesn’t need further discussion asking about the room bills or even lunch because he knows Louis and even at this state, he won’t charge Harry a cent for staying in his hotel. 

Where’s Niall, what was taking so long?!

“Harry, sit down.” Louis sighed. “I’ll tell you, alright?” That got Harry’s attention, he immediately sat back down. “But I’m only doing this so you’ll learn, alright? Not because I want to hurt you.”

“Oh, believe me, after what happened with you, nothing could hurt-”

“You were harassed, Harry.” Louis blurted. Shuddering after the words left his body. “I’m not entirely sure what happened when I came in you were crying on the floor with your pants down and-” Maybe that was too much information, he didn’t want Harry to feel bad even though he deserves to know what happened.

That stopped Harry’s thoughts altogether, he met eyes with Louis. He doesn’t know how to react- Is he supposed to be confused? Angry? Sad? Scared? Well, he felt it all and he felt it all at once. All four and regret. 

“I-”

“It wasn’t not your fault.” Louis assured him. “You were unconcious, no one should’ve try and take advantage of your state but entering the club in the first place was stupid, Harry. It was plain stupid and I don’t even know what was your motive.”

There he goes again, with his lecturing voice, acting as if Harry was a child. But Harry wasn’t listening because his mind was coming back to last night, all the crying and why Louis was hugging him in the bathroom floor and the banging of the door and the guy from the dance floor- the guy from the dance floor!

And oh, oh fuck, though Harry doesn’t remember now and he probably won’t ever remember it, the thought of it alone made him feel stupid, how could he be so irresponsible?! What was his mum going to think if she knows?! What if-

“Harry?” Louis’ eyes widened when he saw the boy sitting across him burst out tears before hiding his face in his palms. “Hey, it’s alright, everything’s okay now.” Louis wanted to reach for the boy so bad, to comfort him and maybe hold him for a while like they did last night. But last night was different, Harry really needed the hug last night.

“Please,” Harry begged, slowly looking up. “Please don’t tell my mum.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Why would I tell your mum? Harry, calm down.”

Alright, maybe Harry was overreacting, obviously no one was going to tell his mum unless he told Niall and even that Niall won’t tell his mum or even their friends, but still, at the moment, Harry was scared. And fuck, his car! His car was still at the club. There’s no chance that guy is still there, right?”

“Lou, my car,” Harry sniffed. “It’s still at the uh,” Fuck, how the fuck did he let all this happened to him?! And to get Niall involved! “You don’t think- he’s not there, is he?” Not that the place was open at this hour of the day but that doesn’t mean Harry wasn't scared.

Louis did messaged Zayn, the owner of the club, his dear friend, about it and Zayn replied with a phone call of endless strings of apology and promised that he’ll fire him immediately. But he understands that Harry was scared and asking for help.

“I’ll send someone to get your car, is that alright?” Louis suggested and Harry wiped the tears on his cheek then, looking around the restaurant to make sure no one saw him crying and obviously, as predicted, a few people were looking at him. 

Harry opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by Niall who joined them back at the table. “So, what did I miss?” He turns to face his best friend next to him with his eyes all red.  “You alright, mate?”

“I’m fine.” Harry forced a smile upon his face. He’s not going to drag Niall down with him. Not after everything he dragged Niall into, though he seemed to be enjoying his stay at Louis’ hotel.

Speaking of Louis, he doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll send someone to pick your car up.” He stated, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “You can wait here if you like but I already checked you out of your room.” He sucked his teeth, tapping his fingers on the table. “Actually, wait, I’ll see if there’s an available room.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Harry can’t take more from him. He already crashed here last night, not to mention how kind Louis had been accepting him and all. “I could, we could wait in the lobby or we’ll take a cab back to our hotel.”

Niall pouted. “There’s nothing to in our hotel, we can just wait here.” Why did Harry had to bring a fucking ten year old with him?! “And I really want to go for a swim here.” Then he turned to face Louis. “Can I?”

“Feel free,” Louis laughs, nodding.

“You didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Harry reminded him, their luggage for the weekend was at the hotel they were supposed to stay in, for god’s sake.

Niall shrugged. “There’s a shop right there, I needed a new one anyways.” With that he stood up. “See you then, you’re welcome to join, Harry.”

Harry just rolled his eyes as he watched Niall walked away, once again leaving him with Louis but Louis was busy on his phone so Harry didn’t have to make small awkward talks with him until Louis asked. “Where are your car keys?”

Harry dig into his back pocket, thank goodness it didn’t fall out somewhere in the club. This was already his spare key. He hands the key to Louis and he accepts it, without looking away from his phone.

After five more minutes of waiting, two men showed up by their table, as usual greeting Louis with a smile as Louis handed them Harry’s keys, telling him about the address and describing the car. Harry made sure to say thank you before they left. 

Despite the pain killer he already had, his head was starting to ache again. And he wished Louis didn’t had to sit next to him in the lobby when his massive headache was back.

“You don’t have to babysit me, you know.” Harry told him. “I know you have better things to do, I’ll wait on my own.”

Louis knows that but he doesn’t want to leave Harry alone. Not when he was probably still upset at what happened last night.

He watched Harry buried his face in his palms, groaning because of all the sounds in their surroundings which suddenly sounds ten times louder. “Can I have another pill?” He asked Louis, slowly looking up again.

The older of the two frowned. “It hasn’t been four hours since your last one, what’s wrong?”

“My head’s pounding again.” He admitted, he really wish he could lie down right now.

And Louis must’ve read his thoughts. “I’ll book you another room so you can rest, yeah?”

With that he stood up and went to the front desk, leaving Harry alone. He wonders how Niall was surviving without a headache this bad but he did had more to drink than Niall last night. 

Louis came back with a frown. “I’m sorry but it’s a full house.”

“It’s alright.” Harry knows better than to bother Louis any further. Louis was probably getting tired of babysitting him and NIall.

But then- “Or you can use my suite.” He suggested. “Only if you want to though.”

No, he can’t say yes! That room will bring back so much memories and he doesn’t know how he could resist Louis in there! That suite was like their personal heaven.

But on the other hand, boy, was his head killing him?! Alright then, what the hell? Louis has like three bedrooms in his suite and if doesn’t want Harry to stay in one of said rooms then the sofa will do. 

Anything will do if he can lay down. 

--

“Thanks,” Harry whispered, walking into the familiar suite, breathing in the familiar scent of the room when he’s inside because fuck, he missed being in here so much.

Louis closed the door behind him, scratching his neck. “Feel free to use any of the rooms, you can take whatever you want in the fridge.” Then he walks over to the window, closing the drapes to blind the light from outside. 

Harry remembered the first time Louis brought him up here, he was staring down at the city from that very window when Louis touched him the first time.

Seeing Louis standing there right now, closing the drapes instead of having his hands all over Harry, made Harry wished he could turn back time and didn’t ruin things with him. But no- it was never entirely his fault, now was it?

He specifically remember when he asked Louis if he’s married and he said it himself that he’s divorced. Harry wasn’t the only liar in the relationship but somehow he felt more responsible about what happened.

“You know I wasn’t the only one who messed up, right?” He blurted but he doesn’t regret it when he watch Louis shift his body to face Harry. “You told me you were divorced!” He approached the older man. “But then suddenly your wife’s there and she’s pregnant!” 

Louis blinked. “Are we seriously going to go through this again?”

“I lied about alot of things, yeah, but I wasn’t hurting anybody!” Harry felt the need to say all this because Louis never heard his side of the argument. “But you were hurting your wife! You’re nothing but a fucking-” He stopped himself because he needed to remind himself that this man also saved him last night and that he gave Harry shelter after everything.

“No,” Louis challenged him. “Say it.”

Harry shakes his head, no. Staying silent.

Louis sighed, looking away- looking everywhere before landing his eyes back on Harry. 

“Alright, you want to know?” He walks over to the sofa, Harry didn’t follow but he watched Louis taking ever steps till he makes it to the sofa and sat down. “We don’t love each other, not anymore, at least- she cheated on me long before we met.”

Louis wasn’t looking at Harry which finally made Harry followed him, sitting on the opposite couch so they’d face each other. “Then she got pregnant and of course she told everyone I'm the father. We have a reputation, see?”

This sounds like a fucking telly show to Harry.

“She doesn’t know that I know about her affair then she found out about you and tried to make me look like the bad guy.”

Harry shrugged. “Well, you’re not exactly the good guy, Louis.”

“The marriage is just for show, Harry.” Louis looked up, locking eyes with Harry. “I haven’t even seen in two weeks now. I could die tomorrow and she would only show up for a couple hours of fake tears then laughs at my grave after everyone left.” Louis chuckled at his own imagination, Harry didn’t like the sound of that. “I wouldn’t blame her if she did, I’d do the same.” 

“Why didn’t you told me this before?” Harry asked, curiously. If the marriage was just for show why would it hurt Harry if he knows they’re not actually divorced?!

Louis sucked in a deep breathe, exhaling loudly because he was bracing himself for what he’s about to say next. “Because I was scared you’ll runaway.”

Well, christ, Louis could turns out to be a serial killer on the run and Harry would’ve stayed if Louis would just be honest with him- but then again, he’s also a liar in the relationship. 

“That’s exactly why I didn’t want you to know my age.” Harry admitted, looking down at his lap- he thought he came here to lay down, he thought after everything he won’t see Louis ever again.

But look at where they are now. 

And maybe something in him expected Louis to say something along the lines of, if you didn’t lie maybe I'd stay.

But instead, Louis told him. “Well, of course I would, you’re underage-”

“I am not!” Harry cuts him off, stomping his feet on Louis’ carpet like a ten year old. “You’re being a hypocrite, Lou. You literally believed that I was 21!”

“That’s because I thought you wouldn’t lie to me about something like that-” He stopped himself, sighing. “Look, why are we still arguing over this? What’s past is past, yeah?”

Harry didn’t said anything as he watched Louis stood up and disappeared into his room, closing the door shut, leaving Harry alone there.

Of course Harry was still arguing over this! He doesn’t like knowing Louis sees him nothing but a kid. Maybe because deep down, Harry still wants this to work out. 

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Something in him wasn’t satisfied with the fact that Louis keeps shutting him out like this. If anything, Louis is the one being childish for avoiding Harry everytime he brings the subject back up.

So, with anger builds up in Harry, without thinking and the need to lay down aside, he barges in to Louis’ room. “You know what?! You never heard of my side of the story-” His eyes travelled to the windowsill where Louis sat when he realized the man wasn’t on his bed then stopped himself when he noticed the item between Louis’ lips and the lighter on his hand, lighting up said item. “I didn’t know you smoked weed.”

Louis didn’t look surprised to see Harry barged in like that but he took the pipe out of his mouth immediately.  “What was that you’re going to tell me? Your side of the story?”

“Can I try some?” Harry asked, instead, walking closer to the older man- focus, Harry! You didn’t come here to smoke weed!

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Try som- No. Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“You took me out drinking that one time!”

“That was when I thought you were twenty one!” Louis argued. “And this is illegal, I’m not going to- just, why are you in here?”

Right. Right. Stick to business. Louis put the pipe down on top of his dresser next to him before turning around and face Harry again, he folded his legs closer to himself so Harry can sit down next to him, which he did.

“Okay, you never heard of my side of the story, why I lied and-”

“You told me you felt pressured.” Louis cuts him off. “You already told me, Harold.”

Harry know he told Louis that, but he never told Louis the full story. “I don’t like being left out and I thought we weren’t going to see each other ever again! I thought I could lie for once and get away with it.”

“That doesn’t excuse anything, Harry, if anything it just proves my point further.” Louis sighed, shaking his head. “Harry- love, I know how peer pressure can get to you but I’m just saying, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

The sweet endearment melted Harry’s heart, why did Louis have to use that?! Was it the weed talking?

“Well, it’s not my fault I’m not interested in people my age.” Harry pouted like a ten year old, looking down at his fingers. “Okay! But that’s behind us, you know who I am now. But you? You’re still with your wife, ain’t that right?”

Well, technically, yes, on paper they’re still married. But they were both past each other. Not that divorcing her is an option though, especially not right now.

Sighing, Louis said. “Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re over and I’m not looking for anyone right now.”

“Kinda unfair, don’t you think?” Harry tried- he can’t let go. “You can’t freely go out with anyone because it’ll just end up like this again while she’s out there, happier than she’s ever been.” For a seventeen year old, who has no experience in marriage, Harry’s pretty wise. “Even if you said you’re not looking for anyone right now, what if you do fall for someone?”

Louis looked away when Harry turned to face him, suddenly the street he sees from his window is ten times more exciting. “I already did,” He said it under his breath that Harry would have missed it if he wasn’t paying attention.

And oh? Does he mean Harry or does he mean there’s already someone else in mind? This is so frustrating, Louis was sitting right there and he can’t touch Louis like he used to. But, let's get back to his point here. “And what? You can’t be with that person because of your marriage, right? You’re sabotaging your own happiness here!”

“I can’t be with that person because he lied about something so fatal.” That’s when Louis turned back to face Harry. “And yes because of my marriage, but I was so close on ending my marriage for him. Even if it means losing more than half of my business.”

Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach- god, he wished Louis never found out about this or he wished he was born five, six or seven years earlier. “Lou, I’m sorry.” There, he said it. “I’m sorry I lied about something so stupid but wouldn’t you if you’re me?”

The older man stayed silent.

“Besides, I wouldn’t get to know you if I didn’t lie, right?” Harry tried to smile, to lighten up the mood. “And vice versa.” Because Harry’s not the only one to blame in this.

Louis let out a laugh then, Harry can’t help but let his smile grew wider because he made Louis laugh. He did it! “I guess you’re right.”

“Can I try the weed now?”

“No.”

“Please,” Harry begged. “We need to kill time before my car comes back and it’s not like I never tried it before.”

Louis shakes his head. “Well, not with me.”

Harry whined, reaching over to the pipe but Louis stopped him, placing both hands on Harry’s hips making the younger boy groan. “Just once, please?”

Louis had a mischievous grin plastered on his face and Harry should’ve known what he’s going to do but it’s all too late when he felt Louis’ fingers tickling his side making the younger boy squealed and try to make a run for it, only for Louis to pull him closer, one hand continues to tickle him. 

“Lou! Okay- okay, I give up!” Harry was laughing between words, collapsing on the older man’s chest before realizing it. “You win! I won’t try them.”

He stopped then but he let Harry rests on his chest like it wasn’t that big of a deal, and it really wasn’t for Louis especially when he pulled Harry closer, still trying to catch his breath from laughing. 

Then he looked up, locking eyes with Louis. “I missed you, Lou.” He blurted out but it’s not like he regretted it or anything. He’s been dying to tell Louis this.

Louis stayed silent, staring down at Harry’s sparkly green eyes and how bad he wants to lean in and kiss him. But no, not right now, because he wants this moment to last longer and he doesn’t want to spoil it with something that would make Harry run.

But Harry had already said it, there’s nothing wrong with saying it back, right?

“I missed you too.”

Then the room was silent again. The two of them don’t know what to do with this information. What now? Guess it was up to Harry again- so he leaned in, pressing his lips against Louis and waits.

Wait till he pulls away or kiss him back.

Thankfully, it was the later, he only pulled away to let Harry shift in his position so that they’re lying chest to chest against the windowsill, lips pressed against each other.

They both needed this; each other. And for once everything felt right again.

A loud knock from the door was what made them pull away from each other. Oh fucking shit. 

“Babe,” Louis laughs, tapping on Harry’s side. “I can’t get up.”

Right, Harry was pressing himself on top of Louis, clinging onto him like his life depends on it. Upon hearing another knock from the front door, Harry gets out of the way so Louis can stand up.

But Louis wasn’t stupid, he took Harry’s hand because he did not want to leave Harry alone with his pipe. However, the pipe was the last thing in Harry’s mind because Louis was holding his hand and was leading him to the front door.

He opens the door to reveal one of the two guys that took Harry’s keys earlier, he gave it to Louis and told him where he parked it, Louis said his thank you before dismissing the guy. Harry personally enjoys when Louis is talking to one of the people that works with him while having Harry next to him. 

Once said man left, Louis closed the door in front of him and hand the key to Harry, his other hand still entwined with Harry’s.

“Thanks,” Harry happily took his car keys back. “I should probably get Niall and go.”

Louis hates the idea of him leaving, he wants to take Harry back to the windowsill or preferably the bed this time but he can’t keep Harry here forever.

“Call me?” Louis sounds almost hopeful.

But Harry was glad he said that though, because Harry needed assuring that if he did call or text Louis, he would reply. 

So they seal the deal with another kiss. 

--

Things have gotten better over the week, Louis would call or text him and Harry would too. The best part was, Harry didn’t have to make stuff up anymore now. He doesn’t have to pretend he only sees his mum on Monday when he sees her everyday because he lives with her. 

Except now, Harry was lying to his friends, he hasn’t even told Niall yet about what happened when he’s at the pool. He already knows they’re going to be so disappointed in him to let Louis back in just like that.

But, just like his lies to Louis; the truth will come out and it did during lunch on a Wednesday when Maisie and Niall were eyeing Shaun, Niall’s ex boyfriend that was seated a few tables away, already with a new boy in his arms.

“Aw come on, Ni, you can do better!” Nadine pulled Niall for a hug, she was seated next to him and across Harry while Maisie was sat next to Harry. “I mean, look at Harry, he had a whole ass sugar daddy and he’s alright now, right, Harry?”

Harry looked up from his phone where he’s reading a text Louis just sent him and smiled at his friends. “Sure.” He wasn’t even sure what they’re talking about.

“Who are you texting?” Maisie peaked over his phone but Harry quickly locked his phone and place it on his table. Maisie wolf-whistled at him. “A new guy, I see. Did you meet him last weekend at London?”

Niall rolled his eyes. “The only guy he hung out with was his ex sugar daddy- which, by the way, is the sweetest man I’ve ever met, Maisie’s dad is a close second but he’s-”

“Just trying to get back in Harry’s pants, Niall.” Nadine finished for him then turned to Harry, she looked disappointed. “I thought the whole idea of going out last weekend to forget about him!”

Don’t get Harry wrong, he loves his friends and how much they care for him but Louis is harmless and there’s nothing wrong with talking to him!

“Well, we bump into each other, he gave us pain killers for our hungover, he’s the only guy I trust across London. So, what’s the problem?” Harry defended himself. “Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna go on dates and make out again-” He was stopped by the sound of vibrations of his phone against the table and Maisie caught it before he did.

Maisie snorted. “He must’ve got the opposite in mind because ‘are you busy this saturday? Was hoping we could catch up on where we left of’ with a winking emoji sounds like a date and make out.” 

Harry snatched his phone back, glaring at Maisie. “Hey! It’s not polite to read my texts like that!”

Maisie shrugged, taking a bite of her potato. “You read my texts all the time.” That was true but Maisie didn’t have secrets to keep while Harry has. 

“Wait, what did you left of ?” Niall asked, confusedly. ‘I was with you the whole time except for when I went swim- oh.”

Nadine shakes her head in disbelief. “Harry, he’s a married man.” She reminded him. “And you’re half his age!”

“Nine years is not half his age!” Harry raised his voice, standing up- a few people had their eyes on him. “And they’re not even together like that! I’m the one he wants to be with!”

“Harry, calm down.” Niall looked around the eyes around them. “We’re just looking out for you.”

Oh, now him?! “You literally said he’s the sweetest man you ever met!”

“Well, yeah, he is.” Niall shrugged. “But is he really for you? I mean, I get why he was so upset when he found out you’re seventeen. He doesn’t need a boy , Harry.”

Without another word, Harry turned on his heel and storms away from his friends. He can’t believe this! His best friends that he trusts with his all is still against the man that makes him happy!

So, he’s a couple years older, what’s wrong with that? Harry’s legal of consent and he’s fully aware of this relationship. Louis isn’t taking advantage of him! Not when he thought this whole time Harry was in his twenties.

He made it to his car, locking himself inside. He wasn’t planning on skipping classes or anything but he needed some time alone. 

Then he unlocked his phone, replying to Louis’ text.

Harry : saturday sounds lovely.

Harry : can we talk then?

Louis : talk about what love? x

Harry : where this is going this time

Louis : what do you mean?

Louis : you mean our relationship?

Louis : well, where do you want it to go?

Harry : I wanna be with you lou :(

Louis : can I call you?

Harry’s glad to know that, he can’t discuss this over texts with Louis. So he replied with a yes and only a mere seconds later, his phone rang with Louis’ name on it. Happily, he picked it up. 

“Hi,” Harry started

“Hey,” Louis said over the other line. “Is everything okay?” was of course, his first question because even with a simple greeting, Louis knows something was up.

Harry shifted in his seat, resting his head on his steering wheel. “It’s just, you told me you were going to divorce your wife and then we broke up, right? So that never happened.”

He hears nothing but Louis breathing on the other line so he took the chance to continue. “It’s just, if we’re gonna start over, I’d really like it if you take care of the divorce.”

“Okay,” Was all Louis said on the other line.

Really? That easy? “What about the things you’ll lose?”

“Well, her father will hate me and probably try to kill me.” He laughs. “It won’t be that simple, I’ll let you know that. But what you told me a few days back, about sabotaging my own happiness, you’re right, Harry.”

Harry can’t help but smile when he hears that.

“I must say you’re pretty wise for a young boy.” Louis chuckled. “And when you’re not trying to defend yourself.”

“Shut up,” Harry feels his cheeks burning. “You know I’m very mature for my age.”

Louis hummed. “That you are, babe.” He can’t help but melts everytime Louis showered him with sweet endearment. He had missed them as much as he missed Louis. “So, saturday, is it a date?”

“I’d like that.” Harry’s cheeks are hurting from smiling so big.

--

Harry’s petty, he never knew he was until that argument he had with his friends that leaves him ignoring them for the rest of the week.

Nadine had chemistry with him on Thursday but he made someone switch seats with him so he doesn’t have to sit so close to her. During lunch he chose to ignore his friends calling him over in the lunchroom and decided to eat out in the field by himself. Then on Friday, he made someone switch seats again during Math because he had the same schedule as Niall.

His only friend the past days has been Louis over the phone and his mum when they’re both home after a long day.

But, Saturday finally comes and he’s beyond excited to see Louis this evening.

He spent the entire morning helping his mum with chores, something he’s been behind with because he had spent his time either crying over Louis or now, texting Louis. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?” Anne frowned when Harry told him he’s going out tonight. His mother planned on visiting Gemma, his sister over the weekend but Harry can’t miss out on his make up date! Besides, they visited Gemma last week!

So he turned down his mum’s offer and get ready for his date. 

Louis gave him an address earlier so he knows where to go, apparently they’re going to one of Louis’ favorite restaurants and Harry already knows he got to dress fancy for this. 

 Seeing Louis already sat at the restaurant, looking around and helpless all alone made Harry smiles a little knowing that Louis was waiting for him. Not wanting to waste any more time, he walked over to Louis- the older man looked up and light up at the sight of Harry.

“Hi,” Louis stood up, leaning in to give Harry a kiss on his cheek, Harry tried not to blush at the small gesture but it didn’t work, of course, his cheeks turned the color crimson. “I hope this is okay,” He exhaled. “I don’t know if you like steak but they have the best steak across London.”

“You really don’t have to try and impress me, Lou.” Harry told him, watching the older man nods in agreement then rushed over to Harry’s side of the table to pull the chair for him. Making Harry giggled but reminded him. “You really don’t have to.” He repeated himself. 

Louis was nothing but nervous which was bad because he had dinner with Harry before, Harry had seen him naked, Harry knows about his family and past love, it’s not like he doesn’t know Louis at all. 

But still. “I just want to make it right this time.”

“It wasn’t wrong the first time.” Harry pouted as he watched Louis sat back down across from where he’s seated. But insecurity got the best of Harry. “Did- did it felt wrong the first time?”

Louis quickly shakes his head no, he doesn’t want Harry to get the wrong idea. “The first time was perfect except we had so much secrets between us and I don’t want that anymore.”

Harry liked that “You’re right. No more secrets then?”

“No more.” Louis promised, smiling at the boy sitting across him.

He’s really going to try and not fuck up this time. He already called Eleanor a few days back to discuss their divorce. And if he’s willing to give up half or more of everything he owns for the sake of not losing Harry again, he really wish it will work out this time. 

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It was the wine talking. Definitely the wine even though he only had half a glass and so did Harry but they blame the wine for the way they’re giggling against each other on their way up to Louis’ suite.

And they’re not even laughing at anything funny, Harry’s just cracking up puns the minute they left the car and even though Louis was honest about it and told him they weren’t funny, he still goes on and who was Louis to tell him to stop when he’s being so cute?

They were in the lift when Louis had to push the 9 button a couple of times, making comments about the stupid faulty lift under his breath.

“Don’t be so hard on it, Lou. Lift has its ups and downs too, you know.” He grinned at his own puns and Louis can’t help but laugh- not because of the stupid joke but because of the silly grin Harry plastered on his face.

Harry’s going to be the death of him. 

“Race ya,” Harry challenged when the lift’s door slides open, Harry ran to the end of the hallway while Louis casually walks over to him. “Hey! You’re supposed to race me!”

Louis leaned down, pecking Harry’s lips. “I’m too old to beat you anyways,”

“You’re not that old,” Harry looked up, smiling. “Besides, the age gap is hot.”

Yes, Harry Styles will kill him with his smile and with those dimples and the way he was leaning back on his door.. “Everything’s hot to you.” Louis stated, leaning down again to kiss Harry properly while at the same time, he reached for his keycard in his pocket.

“Correction; everything’s hot to me when it involves you.” Harry parted their lips to say then kissed him again.

Louis was the one to pull away first this time. “God, I missed you.”

The younger of the two looked up all wide eyes and biting his bottom lip. “I was with you all night. Control yourself, Mr. Tomlinson.”

Louis groaned at that, one hand roamed around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer till they’re collided against each other. “Louis’ fine, thanks. Who told you to call me that?”

“What? You don’t like it?” Harry’s hand roamed up to wrapped themselves around Louis’ neck like he did countless times before. “Then why did about five people just call you that on our way up? Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson.” He mimicked the voices that talked to him earlier to prove his point. “Had a nice evening, Mr. Tomlinson? Don’t forget about our meeting on wednesday, Mr. Tomlinson-”

Louis squeezed his hip with his free hand. “Alright, I get it.”

“You don’t like it when they call you that?” He asked again. “Maybe they should go by a different thing then, maybe they should go around and call you daddy. I know how much you like to be called that.”

Louis groaned again- maybe, Harry Styles have killed him after all and he’s just in heaven, or hell. He can’t decide. “No.” He tried to be a little calmer as he taps his card against the doorknob, twisting said knob once the door beeps.

“No?” Harry asked, a devilish smile on his face as Louis leads him inside his suite, closing the door behind him before pressing Harry against it. “Why not, daddy ?” He purred. 

“Because you’re the only one who’s allowed to call me that.” Louis told the younger boy before leaning in to pepper him with kisses all over his jawline and down to his neck. He truly missed this boy, something about him was addictive.

Harry moaned feeling Louis’ fingers working on his buttons while his lips were pressed against Harry’s neck, sucking on what he knows is Harry’s favorite spot. He hasn’t been marked in so long, it was driving him insane.

“I don’t mean to be such a princess,” Which I am, Harry said when Louis had his shirt completely off of him. “But I really prefer the bed,”

Louis didn’t said anything to that, Harry’s a princess and he’ll treat him as such, so he picked the younger boy up and Harry immediately wrapped his legs around Louis’ waist, looking down at him for another kiss.

The older man lead them to the bedroom like he always did countless times before, lying Harry down sweetly on the bed but Harry’s legs didn’t let go of him. “No, you’re doing it wrong.” Harry clicked his tongue. “I want you to throw me.” He lifted himself up, arms still around Louis’ neck, safely. “Try again and throw me this time.”

“I’m not gonna-”

“Come on, throw me on the bed!” Harry whined and Louis gave in, of course he did.

He got up again, Harry slowly free his legs from Louis and let the man threw him on the bed, making him squeal loudly. “You’re so strong,” Harry teased watching Louis climb on the bed and on top of him.

“And you’re so bossy.” Louis told him between kisses, seemed like he can’t get enough of Harry’s lips.

Harry isn’t one to complain though, he was chasing after the taste of Louis’ lips every time he pressed their lips together. “I wanna be in charge tonight.” Harry blurted and Louis froze at his words. 

He’s always in charge, this is new. He thought Harry enjoyed being taken care of but Louis isn’t going to say no to that face. Besides, it might be fun to let Harry control him around instead of the other way around, the one they were used to.

“Okay, yeah.” Louis rolled to the empty side of the bed. “Tell me what you want,”

Harry hummed in response, turning to his side of he can face Louis, one hand reached to brush his fingers against Louis’ stubble. “I’d love to feel this against my thighs.” He suggested, licking his lips as if they weren’t already wet enough.

“Anything for you,” Louis leaned in to give him another kiss before sinking down and undoes Harry’s pants, it’s a good thing he wasn’t wearing skin tight jeans tonight, taking him to a fancy restaurant was a good idea after all. Who knows Harry loves dressing up even if it’s only for dinner? 

Once Harry’s pants were off of him, he wasted no time in spreading Harry’s legs for his head to fit. Thought he only ever rimmed Harry once, he’s sure the younger of the two loves it when Louis is between his legs.

Harry’s half hard by the time Louis’ tongue came in contact with his hole, his entire body shivered when he feels the wetness against him. “Lou,” He reached down to play with Louis’ hair, tugging it like Louis would when he’s blowing Louis.

Louis’ free hand reached for Harry’s cock, pumping it slowly while his tongue continue to work on his hole, brushing his stubble against Harry’s thighs which he knows was the reason Harry’s screaming, other than the fact that his tongue was teasing his hole.

“More,” Harry demanded, his own legs wrapped around Louis’ neck. “I can take it, please-Oh!” Harry moaned when he felt the tongue inside him, getting him all wet.

Louis pulled away to breathe and check on Harry’s hard cock with pre come leaking all over his tummy. “Can you hand me the lube, please, darling?” Louis asked when he realized he was trapped between Harry’s legs.

Harry whined, not wanting to move from his position.

“Baby, I’m not going to stick my fingers dry inside you.” Louis proves his point by pressing his thumb against Harry’s wet rim from his own saliva, the younger boy gasp. 

“Okay, okay fine, but Lou?” Harry untangled his legs and reached for the nightstand drawer where he knows Louis keeps his goods. “Can we do it raw this time?”

Harry Styles is a whole new level of nasty. And he remembered the first time he came inside Harry, that was an accident but both of them confirmed they were clean.

Louis zoned out of his thoughts when the half empty bottle of lube was thrown at him. Harry being too sassy for his liking.

“Can we, please?” Harry asked again because Louis was taking too long to reply. “I wanna ride you and have your come dripped out of me, wanna get all messy. Please, daddy?” He begged, lying back down on the bed, spreading his legs once more.

Louis gulped, somebody been watching too much porn. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Louis is never against the idea of Harry riding him. “Okay, just let me prep you a bit.” Because god knows how long it’s been since Harry had a cock inside him and now that he’s about to take it again, he wants to ride it. 

Louis starts with one lube covered fingers, waiting for Harry to ask for more before slipping another one inside the boy, spreading his tiny hole. Oh, how he missed Harry’s little pink hole. 

“Four fingers, yeah?” Louis looked up to see Harry in ecstasy as he slipped a third finger, working them inside his boy.

Harry groaned, looking down to see his daddy at work. “No, three is enough. I can take it.”

“Harry,” Louis spread Harry’s hole with the three fingers inside him, giving him a stern look. 

The younger boy groaned. “I thought I’m in charge tonight and I know that I’m ready.” Harry sat up a little, wanting so badly to touch his hard cock but he doesn’t wanna come yet. 

“You can be in charge when you’re on top of me.” Louis smirked, entering his pinky, the younger boy screamed. He feels so full already. “Don’t wanna hurt you, love.”

Harry tries to fuck back to the fingers inside him but Louis placed his free hand on Harry’s inner thigh to stop his movements. “Okay, enough, I can take it. Want you inside me now.”

Anything for his baby, he slowly pulls out his fingers, one after another, watching Harry’s hole clenched on air at the emptiness.

Harry lied there, watching his daddy unzipped his fly and Harry had an idea again. “Leave it on,” Harry suggested. “Just, pull your cock out, leave everything on, I like seeing you in a suit.”

Louis didn’t protest, not when he liked the idea just as much as Harry. So he did as his baby told, pulling his cock out before making himself comfortable next to Harry, the younger boy crawled up his lap then, giving him another kiss.

Harry moaned between kisses. “I taste good, no wonder you’re so attached.” Harry joked, licking Louis’ lips that were just pressed between his crack a few minutes back.

“Shut up and take my cock.” Louis challenged, holding onto his hips and help him sink himself down. 

Harry isn’t even halfway in when he gasped and reached for Louis’ shoulder, fingernails digging into him. But Louis, as always, is so encouraging and helped Harry sink some more, whispering sweet nothings against Harry’s ear.

“Come on, baby, just a little bit more.” Louis told him, keeping his hand on Harry’s hips, watching his cock disappeared inside his boy. His good boy. “There you go, so good.” Louis grunts when all of him are inside Harry, feeling his tight walls all over him.

Harry wanted to move, he knows he’s got to. And it feels like the first time he rides Louis and how hard it was to ride him. “Lou, daddy, need your help.” Harry whimpered, moving in circular motion making Louis groan in pleasure. “Wanna-”

“I got you, baby.” Louis assured him, helping him up a little before sinking back down, he repeats his movements until Harry was bouncing on top of him without any help needed.

They were both a mess at this point, Louis feels Harry clenching and unclenching around his cock, bouncing on top of him like the good boy he is and fingernails digging into Louis’ shoulder that he’s sure will leave a mark. Harry is not at his best state, himself, moving and bouncing on top of Louis, hitting his own prostate everytime, feeling so full.

“Daddy,” Harry moaned, hands finally moved down to Louis’ chest, scratching it. “My nipples-” He gasped when he hits his own prostate with Louis’ cock again. “My nipples, please, please, daddy, play with them.”

Louis happily obliged, both hands left Harry’s hips and brushing his thumbs against his buds, the younger boy shuddered. “Like that?” Louis asked, looking up to see his boy all steady and trying his best to keep his rhythm. Then he pinched both nipples, making Harry screamed- he literally screamed before collapsing on Louis’ chest.

“Close,” Harry wasn’t bouncing anymore, just trying to move himself in circular motion hoping Louis could take control from here.

But Louis frowned. “Just, hold it in for a couple more minutes, It’ll feel better if we come together, yeah?”

Harry whined, looking up at his daddy. “No, daddy, gotta come now.” His hand reached for his own cock, stroking it fast. “You can- use me all you want till you come but I want to come right now, please, please make me take it, Lou.”

Louis calms him down with a kiss on the lips before fucking up into Harry, the younger boy let out a string of uh uh uh while his lips were still pressed against Louis’ and before they know it, they both felt the warm liquid, making a mess of Louis’ shirt- god, he hopes it wasn’t deisgner. But if it was, Louis doesn’t seem like the type to scold at Harry for ruining his designer shirt. 

The older man thrusts a few more times, nibbling on Harry’s ear before he shot his load inside of Harry making the younger boy cried in happiness.

But he didn’t pull out yet despite the fact that his come was leaking out of Harry. They both were still trying to catch their breathing. 

“Fuck,” Harry cussed trying to lift his head off of Louis before lifting himself out of Louis, rolling on the empty side of the bed with come leaking out of his hole.

Louis leaned in to kiss Harry’s red cheeks, moving his sticky hair away from his forehead.

“You did so great,” He whispered against Harry’s ear. “Let’s clean you up, yeah?”

Harry nods, trying to stay awake, letting Louis lift his tired body and lead him to the en suite. He spread his legs when he’s seated on the bathroom’s counter, letting Louis cleaned inside him with a damp towel as well as his sticky tummy. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your shirt,” Harry mumbled, eyes on Louis’ sticky shirt. The fact that the shirt was black made it even worse.

Louis’ thumb rubs against Harry’s cheek. “Baby, I’m so proud of you.” Louis said instead. “You make me so proud, taking me so well, like that.”

If Harry’s cheeks could get even redder, it would. “You don’t have to praise me, we’re already off the mood.”

“What? I can’t praise you anytime I want, now?” Louis grinned, his forehead resting against Harry’s they were both sweaty as can be. “So bossy,”

Harry laughs at that, his arms snaked on both of Louis’ arms. “You like it though, don’t you, daddy?” 

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There was no better feeling than  waking up next to Harry, who was in a deep slumber and had his head resting on Louis’ arms. He looks so sweet like this, peaceful and all that and Louis doesn’t want anything to interrupt them- 

But of course, he jinxed it when he heard a loud bang on the front door.

Not wanting to wake Harry up, he slips away from Harry, making as little sound as possible, the knock continues making Louis rush to the door, he was expecting Liam to be bothering him on another Sunday or one of his workers from downstairs in an emergency but he wasn’t expecting Eleanor to stand in front of his door.

It’s been awhile since he seen her, about a month now, and Eleanor looked different, must’ve gotten a haircut and her small baby bump is showing. She took off her glasses with a smile when Louis was standing in front of her.

“What do you want?” Louis asked in a panicky tone because he did not want Harry to see her knowing how terrified he is with her. 

Eleanor pushed him aside and let herself inside. “You said you wanted to talk about a divorce.” She reminded him, looking around the suite, trying to see if anything had changed since the last time she’s in here. “So talk,” 

Louis shakes his head. “Not here.”

“Well, I was hoping we could talk in our house. But you weren’t there.”

Of course Louis wasn’t there. He hates that their penthouse reminds him so much of Eleanor. She can have their penthouse for all he cares.

“I talked to my lawyer when you called,” Eleanor said when Louis closed the door behind him, he kept eyeing his room and Eleanor, hoping Harry won’t wake up till later when she’s out of the way. “I want this hotel, Louis.”

Fuck no. “El, this was my mum’s.” Louis shakes his head again, leaning against the kitchen counter for the sake of his life at Eleanor’s request. “I literally build you a brand new hotel in Essex!”

“I’ve had too many bad memories there,” Eleanor shrugged, making his way over to the sofa and Louis follows.

As if Louis didn’t have bad memories there as well!

“No,” Louis settled. “Take whatever but not this one.”

Eleanor smiled at her husband, soon to be ex husband. “I don’t want whatever, I want this one.”

No, fuck no. “You are not taking what’s my mum’s, Eleanor.” Louis sat on the sofa across where Eleanor was sitting. “I’ll get my lawyers involved as well.”

The woman hummed. She knows how powerful Louis’ lawyers were, but that doesn’t mean hers can’t defeat his.

“Good morning,” They both turned to the deep voice, walking out of his room in nothing but Louis’ shirt.

The younger boy rubbed his eyes then froze when he saw the woman talking to Louis.

This was hell. 

“Aw, look, your boytoy’s here.”

“Don’t call him that.” Louis said through gritted teeth. 

Harry took a step back, pulling the shirt down trying to cover more of him, he took another step when Eleanor stood on her feet. “I was in Manchester yesterday,” She was talking to Harry and not Louis. “Guess who I bumped into? Your ever so sweet mother, even offered to buy me dinner.” She laughs. “Such a sweet woman, she is. How tragic would it be for her to find outher precious son is sleeping around with somebody’s husband.”

Louis stood up at that. “You’re not here to insult him,” He stopped him from going any further, she turned back to him with a smirk. “And he’s not sleeping around with anyone’s husband.”

Suddenly an idea strikes Eleanor. “Tell you what,” Eleanor took a step closer towards Louis. “If you’re willing enough to lose half your profits for this boy, you wouldn’t want his mum to know, would you?” Is she blackmailing him? And not only him, but Harry as well! “Give me this hotel or I’ll make sure Anne will hear about this.”

Harry heard it all though, and it made him sick to his stomach. “Please don’t tell my mum,” He pleaded which made Eleanor turned back to him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t.” Eleanor smiled evilly. “Not if Louis signs this hotel over to me.”

Fuck her, honestly. How dare she get Harry involved in this?! Without any last words she storms out of the suite. 

Leaving Harry all scared and confused. “What’s going on, Lou?” He walked over to the older man, pulling on his own finger, nervously. “I don’t- why is she bringing my mum into this?”

God, Louis feels so bad. He pulls Harry in for a hug, rubbing his back to try and comfort him. But Harry wasn’t hugging back, he was nothing but scared right now.

He can’t risk losing his hotel, not this one. But he can’t risk Harry’s mum finding out about their relationship like this. 

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Louis insisted on driving Harry home due to his state right now, he’s still stressing over Eleanor’s words. What if she did tell his mum? She for sure would kill Harry or even worse, she might ground Harry for the rest of his life!

“That’s my home, right there.” Harry pointed to his house just two blocks away from where they’re driving. The whole car ride had been silent due to Harry’s anxious-self and Louis had reassured him that nothing will happen but that didn’t make Harry less tense.

Louis stopped right in front of his house, he was hoping Harry would say his goodbyes with a kiss or something. Instead, he just grabbed his overnight backpack from the backseat and said. “You better get going before my mum sees you.”

“Harry, I promise you, I’ll fix this.” Louis said as Harry unbuckled his seatbelt and left the car, he didn’t even spare Louis a glance and just walked up the front porch.

Now Eleanor has done it.

So the first place he goes to when he drives back to London was his shared house with Eleanor, knowing that’s where she’s staying if she’s in town. He doesn’t care if Max was also there or not. He’s got to speak to her. 

Of course, Louis can just walk in due to the fact that he has the keys. And he was right when he saw Eleanor hogging over the sofa, a bowl of popcorn next to her. She doesn’t even look surprised when she saw who’s home.

“Took you awhile to find me.” She said, trying to sit up. She obviously had been expecting Louis but he had better things to do than seeing her even though he had to because they had unfinished business. 

Louis sighed, looking around the living room. It’s been awhile since the last time he’s been here and nothing has changed since Eleanor hadn’t  been here and even if she was, she had better things to do than redecorate the room or take down pictures of them.

After a while of Eleanor just chewing her popcorn and Louis trying to avoid eye contact, he finally turned to her but her eyes were focused on her phone screen.

“What do you want?” He finally asked. It’s obviously not the hotel she’s after, she probably just want to torture Louis for the hell of it. “And please leave Harry out of this.”

The thing was, they’ve both known each other for so long that they could read each other’s minds even though feelings other than hatred weren’t shared between them anymore. Louis knows she doesn’t really want his mum’s hotel, she’s after something else, he just couldn’t imagine what else she wants from him but this was negotiable. He’s sure he can work this out without lawyers involved.

“Well,” She placed her bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, one finger started curling her own hair and locked eyes with his. “You’re a smart man, Louis. I really expected you to get the idea by now.” She shrugged, leaning back, making herself comfortable. “But since you seemed lost, I’ll help you out a little.”

God, why did he married her in the first place?!

“I’m not after your money.” She rolled her eyes. Of course she wasn’t. She doesn’t need his money, she didn’t even need it before they were married. “I don’t want your hotels or anything you want to offer me, I don’t want that.” then she stood up, moving to sit on the armrest of Louis’ seat and Louis tried not to get to close to her but she was leaning down to whisper in his ear. “I want you. ”

God, this is confusing as fuck! 

“You’re in love with someone else.” Louis said trying to sound big. “And you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby.” Then he adds, just because. “You can’t talk to me properly without your assistant fixing an appointment with my assistant.”

Eleanor laughed. Louis really was thick headed for someone who she thought was so smart for someone her father adores so much.

“I don’t want you like that, honey.” One of her hands crawled up and rests on his shoulder for her support when she leans in. “You don’t wanna live with me? Fine. You want to sleep with that little boy? Go ahead. But we aren’t getting a divorce.” 

Oh.

“My father will have my head if I ruined his reputation.” She squeezed his shoulder, her face only an inch away from Louis. “Do you know how bad this will affect him? If he found out you’re leaving me? If he found out I’m keeping Max’s baby- shit, if he finds out I’m with Max, he will never want to speak to me again!” She continued because Louis didn’t know what to say to that. “And not only that but your reputation as well. People are already talking about you fooling around with someone, you can’t tone down your fucking relatonship like I can! And if you think this won’t affect you, well, guess what, it already has. You’re just a cheater to your employees now.”

Shit. He never thought of it that way. He’s not sure about Eleanor’s employees, but his employees never go around talking about Mrs. Tomlinson’s affair and that’s probably because they don’t know about it. As far as he’s concerned, the only other people that know are Liam and Sophia.

“I-”

“So, why do we need a divorce, Louis? Riddle me that.” She pulled back, standing up from the armrest and now’s just standing in front of him with her arms crossed. “We can just continue putting on a show for everyone, now, can’t we?”

The thing was, Harry’s voice was ringing in the back of his mind.

“My boyfriend knows about you.” Eleanor went on. “Your boyfriend- or whatever the fuck he is to you, knows about me! We both know about them! So why do we really need a divorce? It’s not like you’re marrying that kid or something.”

Louis stares blankly. This isn’t even about Harry anymore because what Harry said was never about their relationship and more about Louis’ happiness.

But on the other hand, this divorce will tear everything down. Everything he had worked so hard on, he already promised his younger sisters shares of the hotel once they turned twenty. Divorcing her means he’ll lose their share for her, not only that- but his reputation! Eleanor wasn’t wrong about that. None of his business partners will respect him if they knew he’s nothing but a cheater.

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Harry knows it’s not Louis’ fault that Eleanor was blackmailing him. But that doesn’t mean he feels like talking to Louis. So he’d been trying to ignore Louis’ texts for the past days. Spending everyday alone at school because he’s still ignoring his friends and then spends more time with his mum after.

School was getting in Harry’s nerve with the fact that the stupid dance was this Friday. He already told himself he’s not going but that doesn’t mean his peers aren’t  shoving it down his throat every five seconds. 

He was sitting on the bleachers watching as the footie team practices while enjoying his sandwich, his phone on his lap was vibrating with a text from Louis, followed by a text from Niall then a text from Gemma.

Louis was asking how he’s doing and  that he’s missing him.

Niall asked where he was and if he could come eat lunch with Harry. (Yesterday, Maisie texted him this and Nadine the day before. Who’s gonna text him tomorrow?! Maisie’s boyfriend, Jack? Who seems to be  spending more time with his friends than he is)

And Gemma, asking if he needed help for his school dance outfit saying  that their mum told her about it.

God, everyone’s been on Harry’s nerve lately. He just wants to be alone!

“There you are,” Harry turned when he saw someone walking his way, both hands in her jacket and her eyes are squinting due to the sun. She sat next to Harry, grinning. Harry turned away, trying to ignore the fact that Maisie came out of nowhere to talk to him, “Haz, come on. You can’t ignore us forever.” She tried. “You know we were just looking out for you, we were there to see you cry in bed for days!”

Harry took another bite of his sandwich, acting as if she wasn’t there.

“So, the dance.” She tried again. “You’re still my date, right?”

Okay, now that definitely made Harry turned to face her. They had a pact in the beginning of this semester that they will go to the dance together, even if one or more of them was seeing someone. And Maisie is the only one out of the four of them that is in a relationship with someone her age and goes to their school. He thought Maisie would back out of the pact. Which would suck for Harry because they played scrabble and had a deal that the two highest scores will go with each other and the two lowest with each other. 

Looking back at it now, he’s sure Niall and Nadine wanted to have the lowest scores on purpose because they were glad they ended together and they weren’t as enthusiastic as Maisie and Harry when they were playing. 

“You’re not going with Jack?”

She giggled now that he’s talking to her. “Well, he asked me a few weeks back, but I turned him down.” She never told Harry this! “I already got a date, don’t I?”

“I-” Harry tried not to smile. “I thought you changed your mind about the whole pact thing.”

“Harry, I did not try to get the highest score on scrabble to go to the dance with Jack.” She’s laughing now, and then she reached for something inside her jacket, he doesn’t even know why she’s wearing one with how hot it was right now and the fact that she’s wearing it over her uniform’s blazer made Harry sweat for her. 

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted when she hands Harry a corsage with pastel pink rose on top of it. Harry can’t help but smile now and happily take the corsage from her. “I have nothing to wear.” He admitted.

She grinned. “That’s okay, you look good in anything anyways.”

Harry groaned at that, he loves dressing up!

“Or we can find something in the mall later.” She smiles. “Now come on, drama queen, come eat with me in the cafeteria.” 

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“You look gorgeous, love.” Anne cooed, fixing his tie for him. “So, who’s the lucky date?”

“It’s just Maisie, mum. We had a pact.” Harry stares at himself in the mirror while his mum was still trying to straighten his tie. “No one’s special or anything.” Because the special person in his life eventually stopped trying to text him and Harry hasn’t received a single text from him. Which made Harry felt kinda bad.

His mum took a step back when she’s finished, admiring her baby boy. “Oh? So when do I get to meet the special someone?”

He had to roll his eyes. “Mum, there’s no special someone.” he lied and then his mind started to fill with his thoughts of her finding out about Louis.

“I’m your mother, love, I know there’s a special someone when there is one.” She grinned then watched his face heated up. “Aw look! You’re blushing!” She cooed again, Harry hates the attention. “Also, we don’t hide boyfriends in this house.” She reminded him.

That was an unspoken rule between his family but Anne was never one to not tell her kids when she’s seeing someone, she wanted to set an example which works on Gemma since they both met all of Gemma’s past and current lovers but it wasn’t Harry’s fault the one time he’s actually with someone it had to be his mother’s client also someone who’s married and nine years older than him!

“Well, good, cause I’m not hiding anyone.” He said instead. “I gotta finish getting ready, promise I’ll pick up Maisie in ten minutes.” He dismissed her because he can’t continue talking about this especially when he’ll just be thinking of Louis, which he missed so bad.

And five days had been too long. He can’t ignore him forever.

As soon as his mum left the room he picked up his phone to see no new text from Louis. The last one was from yesterday, again asking if Harry’s doing okay. That’s all he’d been texting Harry since he stopped replying on Sunday.

Harry sent a quick text. “Hiiiii.”

The reply comes so fast, Harry feels even worse with the fact that he’d been ignoring him. 

Louis : Hi :)

Harry : my school’s dance tonight 

Louis : have fun x

Harry : everything’s ok?

Of course Harry had to ask, he didn’t know how his boyfriend’s been doing for the last days when he’s probably going through shit with Eleanor right now. 

Louis : all is fine. missing you. x

Harry : miss u too

Louis : can I call you tonight then?

Harry : u can call me right now if ure not too busy :)

Harry only says that because he missed Louis so bad and he still had ten minutes to kill so he waited and as predicted Louis rings him. He smiled before answering the phone call, placing his phone against his ear.

“Hey,” He started. “What’s up?”

“Hi, love.” Louis sounded so exhausted on the other line, he almost wished he was with him instead of going to the dance. “Nothing’s up, just stuck in the office. Gonna be here for awhile.” He’s rambling now, okay, Harry didn’t mind though.  “It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Sap,” Harry giggled. “Isn’t it a bit late to be at work?”

Louis hummed. “Yeah, gotta catch up on some things. I’ve been ditching work to see my lawyers.”

Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach at the mention of lawyers. “For the divorce?” He dared to ask. He wanted updates on that. Which he’s sure he could’ve easily get from Louis if he didn’t choose to ignore Louis, but Harry had every right to ignore him, he needed space, needed room to think for lies if Eleanor did told his mum. 

“Yeah.” Louis breathed.

Harry wished he’d understand more about divorces but he was only seven when his mum had hers and she seemed to be in a good relationship with his father right now and maybe that’s because both of them weren’t fighting over a hotel or had a seventeen year old boyfriend.

“What, what’s gonna happen to me?” Harry hopes he doesn’t sound too selfish but he needs to know if he’s safe. 

He heard Louis sighed on the other end of the line, hopefully only because he’s exhausted and not because it’s bad news. “It’s a long story. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this, actually. In person?”

Harry glanced at the clock on his nightstand. He’s not sure what time he’ll come home, knowing his friends would probably throw an after-party for themselves. Probably at Niall’s. 

“Tomorrow?” He asked, hopefully.

A part of him was dying to know whatever Louis has to say, he hoped Louis figured a way out of this. That Eleanor won’t be spilling anything to his mum. He can’t let his mum know! Not now, at least. 

“Sounds good. I’ll pick you up?”

He can’t risk his mum knowing though, she already figured he’s seeing someone! “Nah, I’ll drive there.” without exchanging goodbyes, Harry hung up because he could hear his mum’s footsteps walking closer and closer to his room.

And on cue, there she was in front of his door.

--

On this beautiful Friday night where every stranger in London looked to be at their happiest, Louis was not one of them when he found himself in one of Eleanor’s favorite restaurants with her sitting across from him, enjoying her plate of steak. She’s been ignoring him since she arrived in the restaurant and Louis had already ordered his favorite food for her.

He was trying to put up a nice front for the sake of her stop blackmailing Harry and still divorce him but other than that, he got a few plans backed up written in the back of his mind; 

Plan A, take Eleanor to her favorite steak’s restaurant, try negotiating again. Offer Cumberlands in Ireland? Risked getting killed by Lottie. 

Plan B, play it her way and blackmail her right back.

Plan C, give up on her and ask Harry if maybe meeting his mum properly before Eleanor gets to Anne could work. (Louis hoped they’re not going to have to use Plan C)

“So,” Louis started, his own plate of steak was still untouched. He’s not even that hungry to begin with. “I came here to talk, you know, not for a steak night.” Steak night is what they used to have when they were both in town, free of duty and still in love. Those kind of nights are long gone. And hopefully, never coming back.

Eleanor looked up, her steak half eaten. “What’s up?” She said with her mouthful. This was not like her at all. Eleanor had always been the kind of girl to keep her manners at any time especially at a fancy place like this. Something was taking over her self control, Louis guessed it’s the pregnancy. 

“Lottie will kill me for this.” He sighed, Plan A, here goes nothing.  “But you can have Ireland’s Cumberland.”

His little sister called it when Louis built his third hotel but it’s not his fault their mum inherited her first two hotels under Louis’ name. Mainly it’s because she knows that he will give fair share to the girls but she didn’t know if he will end up in this situation with Eleanor.

Eleanor on the other hand, knows Louis and his family long enough to know the history behind their hotel in Ireland.

Yes, it has better sales than his other two put together (The new one doesn’t count because it’s barely a month old) but it was built for his sisters, if not Lottie, then either one of them are going to inherit it. Louis always had his eyes for the London one. It’s not his fault he was obviously his mum’s favorite and that she wants the girls to share while Louis has his own. Even that she still inherited both under his name, Louis always say to the girls it’s probably because he’s the oldest. 

What his mum didn’t know what that he built the one in Manchester for his sisters, she’d be proud of him if she knows but she certainly won’t be proud if he gave up her first hotel!

But then Eleanor came and Louis was stupidly in love he built an entire new hotel for her. Which, she doesn’t even want now. And Louis doesn’t even want it as well, not with the memories of it burning in the back of his mind.

“None of your hotels is worth my reputation.” Eleanor stated when she finally swallowed her piece of meat. “When will you get it? I don’t want your money.”

Alright, he’s done arguing. 

Yes, he’s aware that her reputation was just as much at risk as his is, but he deserves freedom, he doesn’t give two fucks about being known as the man who divorced Eleanor Calder.

SO, he guessed it’s time for plan B. This is something he’d been planning for awhile, he doesn’t dare ask his lawyers if he should do it, because it wasn’t their business if he wants to blackmail his wife. 

They never gave it a thought but this was their relationship; if Eleanor light up a match, Louis will light one up too, just like when he found out she’s cheating; he cheated as well. So if she wants to blackmail him, then there’s nothing stopping him from blackmailing her. It’s like they were on an endless unhealthy competition with each other. This wasn’t marriage. 

“Alright, we’ll play it your way,” Louis rested his chin on his knuckles. “Divorce me or your dad will know who’s your baby daddy.” He leaned back in his chair when he watched Eleanor’s eyes grew bigger, almost choking on her food. “Because even if we’re divorced, he could hate me, yeah. But he will never hate me as much as he hates him.”

That was true. Because Eleanor’s father despite Max, even when he’s Eleanor’s best friend. He never liked the guy. He used to compare him to Louis all the time back when they’re dating. And Louis used to hate that about her father, but now he completely agrees with him that Max is a complete twat. Though he never know what made him hated Max that much.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Eleanor said through gritted teeth. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Louis chuckled. “You’re threatening my boyfriend, I’m threatening yours.” 

--

The dance wasn’t terrible. 

It wouldn’t be if Harry wasn’t so stressful over Louis and what he needed to tell Harry.

It’s funny because Harry remembered being ten years old and dreamed of his high school dance. He dreamed of this day for so long and now that he’s here with his favorite people in the entire school, he feels nothing but stress and he wants to go home so badly.

After one dance with Maisie, Jack asked if he could have the dance and of course Harry said yes since he wasn’t in the mood for dancing anymore and Maisie deserves to dance with her boyfriend even if she came here with her friends.

So Harry decided, he’s better at sitting down in silent at an empty table and watch everyone having the time of their lives because he can’t enjoy his night like everyone. 

“Is something bothering you, Harry?” Nadine was the first to ask when she joined Harry on his table, he was obviously sweating and had panic in his eyes. God, he just wants to go home right now!

Maybe this is exactly why his friends thinks he should date someone his age. If he was dating Brian or anyone else that’s openly gay in their school,or anyone unmarried, for that matter, he would gladly introduce him to his mum. Hell, he’d introduce Louis if his mum haven’t met him already with his wife if he might add!

“I uh, I think I’ll head home, actually.” Harry gave in. He can’t stand being here with all the happy teenagers having the time of their lives when his is in great danger because of his boyfriend’s wife- or ex wife. Whatever she is to Louis. “Can you take Maisie home for me?” 

Nadine smiled softly before nodding. “Don’t worry, I’ll take her home. That is, if Jack won’t take her home. Which I doubt will happen. But are you sure you don’t need someone to drive you?”

Then Niall came up, joining them on the table. Nadine glanced at the irish boy before turning to Harry again. “If you want, you can take my date.” 

Niall stares cluelessly between his two friends. “What?”

Yeah Nadine was right, Harry can’t drive home with his condition. He already looked paler than he already is knowing Eleanor could call his mum anytime and just blurted out everything she had been dying to tell his mum. 

“Niall, be a doll and drive Harry home, please?” Nadine pleaded. “He’s a little sick.”

Niall hummed. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, someone will turn up.” Nadine giggled to herself. Not only was she saving Harry but she’s also saving Niall who obviously been dying to get out because his ex boyfriend had a hot date that doesn’t even go to their school!

--

Niall, bless him, took Harry home. But he can’t help but notice the nervous boy next to him. He knows something was wrong. 

“So, are you going to tell me?” Niall asked, glancing at Harry. The boy turned to him immediately, eyebrows furrowed. “Something’s up, I know you since ninth grade, H.” 

Harry wiped the sweat on his forehead, he didn’t know he looked obvious that he was in a bad situation. But can he tell Niall?!

Of course he can! Niall is his best mate! Maybe he knows a way out of this situation. Maybe he was somehow smarter than Louis’ lawyers.  “Louis’ wife threatens him that she will tell my mum we’re together if he didn’t give her his hotel.” Harry blurted. “The london one! You know how he got four hotels? Well, she wants that one!”

“So? Just give it to her.” Niall didn’t sound surprised in the slightest. It kinda annoys Harry but Niall would know if he was in Harry’s place. 

Harry shakes his head. “It’s his mum’s! His home!”

“This is exactly why you shouldn’t get involved, Harry.” Niall had his I-told-you-so voice that he would usually use on Nadine after she messed around with someone new and when Maisie slept through her english class. But never at Harry! Not because Harry never fucked up, he obviously fucks up alot. But because Niall was his best-best friend. Meaning Niall’s always on his side in anything. 

But not this time. 

“Listen, kids our age, we should worry about which uni we’ll get accepted in or our parents finding out or weed stash. You have your whole life ahead of you and you’re risking it for some guy?” Niall scoffed. “If your mum did ended up finding out, she will disown you, Harry!”

Niall wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either. He’s sure Louis and him will figure this out. Eleanor won’t tell her anything and the only way his mum is going to find out who he is dating is when he introduced Louis to her-

That’s it!

“Niall, you’re a genius!” Harry suddenly said, making Niall glanced at him before having his eyes back on the road. 

Yes! Eleanor can’t hold Harry against anything if Louis met his mum, properly. As his boyfriend and not as his mum’s client or Eleanor’s husband or even the owner of The Cumberland hotel. 

Chapter Text

Harry knocks softly on Louis’ door the next morning, he may or may not missed sleep last night stressing over the situation and that’s why he decided to take the first train to London.

It was past ten when he arrived and he expected Louis to be awake at this hour. Maybe it was greedy for him to arrive this early but he can’t wait any longer. He wanted to suggest his idea and he wanted to know what Louis wanted to stay to him in person.

When the door opened, Harry smiles grew wider seeing Louis in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans and his hair still wet, obviously just got out of the shower. Not that Harry didn’t like Louis in a buttoned up shirt or an expensive suit but it’s nice to see him all casual than usual.

“Hi,” Harry grinned. “I bought breakfast.” He raised his bag of croissant he picked up in the train station because he was starving and decided to get Louis one because he doesn’t want to show up empty handed. As much as he hates the fact that Louis treats him everything, it was starting to grow on him but he tends for it not to, so he decided this morning to bring Louis something every time he comes to visit. 

Louis took his hand, pulling him closer and kissed his forehead. “Hey,” His thumb brushed Harry’s knuckles. He hates that he only gets to see this pretty face on the weekends. “Thanks, haven’t eaten all day.”

“Everything okay?” He asked when he entered the suite with Louis, the older man closed the door behind him. Harry didn’t know why he asked when he knows everything is obviously not okay.

But to his surprise, Louis nods. “Everything’s great, I had a chat with El last night.” he took the paper bag from Harry’s hand and started munching on the croissant. 

Harry actually like this, now that there’s no secrets between them Louis sounds more confident when he tells Harry one of his story and vice versa.

“I was going to ask you a favour.” He admitted. “That thing I said I want to talk to you about in person? Well, it doesn’t matter now. She agreed to sign it!”

Harry gasped. “She did?”

“And the best part,” Louis walks closer to the younger boy, wrapping both his arms around the green eyed boy’s waist. “None of my hotels are going to be hers.”

Oh my god. “How did you-”

“I played it her way, I threaten her boyfriend.” Louis shrugged like it was no big deal then leaned in to kiss Harry but the younger boy backed away, staring at Louis with confusion.

“You threaten her boyfriend?!” He asked in disbelief. “Louis, that makes you as bad as she is!”

Louis sighs. “I’m already as bad as she is and there’s a catch, she makes me promised to tell her dad it’s my baby she’s carrying. I don’t mind that, I guess. As long as I get my divorce.”

Okay maybe on one side Louis was right. She got what she deserves and Louis got his freedom, also they get to be together freely now, which reminds Harry. “Well, I was thinking.” He started. “Of you meeting my mother -properly- before she gets to exposed everything. But, I guess, that plan is out of the window now, isn’t it?”

“You wanted me to meet your mother? As your boyfriend?” Louis sounds shocked. “Harry, I don’t think that will be a good idea ever. ”

Harry furrowed his brows. “What? So we’re just going to hide this from my mum forever?” he said as if they’re going to be together forever. But what if they’re going to be together forever!

“Well, till you’re at least twenty.” Louis shrugged again.

Twenty?! That’s three fucking years from now!

“Lou,” Harry frowned. “I really want you to meet her and it’s better now than- she’ll be really mad, yes, but it’s better than her finding it out any other way.”

The thing is, Louis would hate anyone over twenty years old dating her seventeen year old sister and he’s sure Harry’s mum would be too if she knows Harry’s dating someone nine years older than him. 

“Well, what favour were you going to ask me?” If it’s not meeting his mum, what possibly can Harry do to help?!

Louis chewed his bottom lip, both arms still around Harry, pulling the boy closer. “Was going to ask if you could, I dunno, get a fake boyfriend and introduce him to your mum…? So if Eleanor did spoiled everything, she’d probably trusts your fake boyfriend more than her story.”

Harry burst out of laughter at the suggestion. Thank god they didn’t go through that, that would make things way worse!

“You know what,” Harry’s hands crawled up Louis’ chest. “Let’s give us a few more months. See where we’re going with this.” He leans in to peck Louis’ lip. “Then we decide when you’re meeting my mum. But I’m not waiting till I’m twenty.”

Louis nods. “Yeah, okay.” He leans in to kiss Harry properly this time. “Do you think she’ll let you move in with me?”

Harry giggled. “I hope so.” even though they both know she won’t let Harry move out till he graduates. 

“My sisters will adore you.” Louis grinned at the thought of Harry meeting them. He’s certain of this.

Harry hopes he’s not meeting Louis’ family anytime soon. He doesn’t think he’s ready to impress girls her age and younger that he’s enough for their older brother.

So, he changed the subject. “You look nice today.” He said, running his hands on the black T-shirt on Louis. 

Louis grinned, looking down to follow Harry’s hands on his upper body. “Wanted to look young and cool for you.”

“You don’t look old and uncool to me.” Harry giggled even though he found it cute if Louis was actually trying to impress Harry. In all honesty, Louis didn’t need to do much to impress Harry. 

Louis didn’t said anything to that, he just pressed his lips on Harry’s again. He had a hell of a week with his work and the divorce, nothing was better than seeing Harry right now.

Harry happily kissed him back, his own hands crawled to wrapped themselves around Louis’ neck, getting lost in his touch and lips when-

When they heard a loud knock at the door, not even a knock but an obnoxious banging, there were at least 10 hands banging on the door right now which made Harry pulled away and stepped back. 

Louis internally groaned as he made his way to the door, how dare someone interrupt his saturday morning especially when Harry is with him?! Also, who dares bangs on his door?! Don’t they know who- “Girls,” Louis opened the door revealing his four sisters, all smiling and jumping around when they see their brother. “What- why didn’t you tell me you were coming?!”

“I think the right expression is it’s nice to see you .” Fizzy corrected him, jumping into his arms and comes the other girls. Attacking him with hugs and Louis almost stopped breathing.

“You know you should call before coming here.” Louis said once they pulled away. He didn’t sound angry or anything so they were fine.

Lottie groaned. “What? You’re too busy for us now?” He’d always been too busy for them ever since he left their house for university, they know this. But Louis is the world’s best big brother according to them, he always make time for them. “We bought brekkie!” She exclaimed before pushing Louis to the side and letting herself in, her three younger sister follows and they stopped the minute they walked in.

Because there was a boy staring at them with his hands behind his back, looking nervous and putting up his best smile.

“Hi?” Lottie greeted then turned to Louis who’s now standing next to her after closing the door again. “Lou, there’s someone in here.”

Louis almost forgot Harry is with him, not only that but he's here with his sisters! They will adore Harry, yes, he’s certain of his words. But he didn’t think they’d met like this. 

“Hi, I’m Harry.” Harry walks closer to the girls, extending his hand for them but they all looked at him in question.

Harry waits until he realized they won’t shake his hand, he pulled his hand back and took a step back. 

“Girls, this is Harry.” Louis stepped in, moving to stand next to Harry, facing his sister. “My boyfriend.” 

Oh that’s good to hear. They never talk about if they’re back together again but this was so good to know. But not to his sisters especially when they all had wide eyes, staring between Louis and Harry. 

“Boyfriend?” Phoebe looked up to her brother, confusedly. “You have a boyfriend?”

This is going to be a long day.

--

And Louis was wrong about his sisters going to adore him. Because Louis had to explain to them everything and by everything, it really mean e verything. Starting from Eleanor cheating, him finding out and so on. Harry was glad he gets to hear this in details this time.

They didn’t seemed upset about Louis’ divorce, they’re worried about him, yes but Louis assured them that he’s fine and they didn’t seem to mind Eleanor in their family anymore.

But they don't seem to like Harry that much either. Harry wanted to cry. Everyone in school thinks he’s cool, and they’re kids his age, why don’t they think he’s cool?!

Okay, it is probably weird to them because they find out about all these in a day but they could take it easy for him! It’s not like he ruined their brother’s marriage!

“So, how did you two meet?” Daisy asked, she’s by far Harry’s favorite because she asked more about Harry and Louis instead of eyeing him with curiosity and asked Louis something they wanted to know about Harry.

But this question, made Harry turned to Louis, asking for help because Harry didn’t exactly know how to make your brother felt lonely and cheated while I just needed to get dicked down sounds less explicit and more friendly to a twelve year old.

“Down at the bar, actually.” Louis answered for him, obviously he’s not going to tell her the whole story but he’s not going to lie to her either. Come to think of it now, Louis doesn’t feel like lying to anyone anymore...except maybe Harry’s mother. “Harry’s sneaky, he has a fake ID and all. Which you girls, better isn’t planning on making one ever.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I didn’t need a fake ID at your bar, you have lousy security!” Harry remembered how they just let him in that day. But then again, the bar was quiet and safe or like Harry likes to call it; family friendly. 

Fizzy turned to Harry, this time actually asking him instead asking his brother. “What’d you need a fake ID for?”

Oh, right. They didn’t know Harry’s only seventeen.

“Well,” Harry cleared his throat, turning to face Louis again hoping he’ll fill on this question like he had been doing the entire brunch.

But, like Louis stated. No more lies. “He’s seventeen.” Then he turned to Lottie because he knows she’ll have the worst expression out of the four of them. And boy, was he right!

She had her eyes widen and her jaw dropped, glancing between his brother and his brother’s boyfriend while Fizzy was just plain shocked, Daisy was trying to count how many years apart Harry was to his brother while Phoebe didn’t give a single damn about it and continue with her food. 

“You’re my age?” Lottie didn’t look angry at all, other than shock she looked thrilled as fuck. All Louis knows was she never looked at Eleanor like that. “That’s so cool!”

Fuck, how was that cool?! Louis frowned because now the thought of Lottie dating someone over five years older than her is occupying his mind. But he also knows his sister, he knows that she wouldn’t dare get too close to strange men much older than her, knows that she’s best known to stick with her small group of friends and doesn’t dare on trying new wild things like what Harry did. 

“Is this why you look so cool and young?” Fizzy joked and Harry can’t help but laugh.

Louis can’t even be mad, he’s glad that Harry’s finally laughing with his sisters.

--

What’s not great was the fact that the girls insisted on staying the whole day, completely hogging Harry from Louis and maybe at first it was fine, he loves for them to bond but do they really had to take him shopping with them?! Not only that but they even took Harry to their favorite park in town, by the end of the day Louis was certain Harry had an inside joke with them that Louis did not understand even if Phoebe tried explaining it for the third time. 

“Can we go see a movie?” Daisy was the one to ask after they just got back from dinner, Louis’ feet were aching.

“Sure, knock yourself out, you know my netflix’s password.” Louis told them with a sigh, entering the kitchen to get himself some ice cold water, he even forgot to offer some to his sisters and Harry but it’s a good thing Daisy’s following him.

Oh, what does she want now? “I mean, see a movie in the cinema, Lou!”

Why of course, she means that. There girls were restless. “But we just got home, love.” He told his youngest sister, he hates it when she pouts which is what she’s doing right now.

“It’s okay, Daisy!” Harry, his saviour, walked into the kitchen with the brightest smile ever. “We got everything we need here and it’s so much nicer than a cinema full of people. Let’s just make some popcorn and use Louis’ netflix.”

That never works if Louis is the one talking to him, these girls were spoiled not only by their mum but also by Louis that they’d always makes sure they get what they want from him but this was Harry that Daisy’s talking to and she listens to him more than she listens to her big brother!

Louis called it when he said they’ll adore him. 

Harry told her to go set up in the living room while he’ll make the popcorn and again, she do as told leaving a very happy Harry and an amazed Louis alone in the kitchen. 

“They could really be a handful, I’m so sorry about today.” Louis apologized the minute Daisy left because he hasn’t got the chance to since they dragged Harry to go shopping with them.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t really mind, I never had a little sister and four is spectacular!”

Louis can’t help but laugh, he loves his sisters but he knows they love him more which means they were more protective over their older brother than he was to them (don’t blame him, he had hotels to run) and there was no better feeling to know that they enjoyed Harry’s company. 

“I know I said we should wait a couple more months till we meet each other family and stuff.” Harry started, walking over towards his boyfriend with a shy grin. “But I met them and technically, you’ve met my mum but as her client-”

Louis stopped him, placing a finger against Harry’s lips. “I’m not ready to meet your mum as your boyfriend, Harry.”

“No, hear me out.” Harry took Louis’ finger off of him, holding his hand. “I was thinking since I met yours, what if you meet my sister?”

Chapter Text

Harry couldn’t stay over because Louis’ sisters are planning to stay over. 

Not that they minded Harry’s company; if anything they were begging him to stay but he knows they deserve some quality time with their brother and that he should give them space.

So he drove back home after dinner, the girls looked more upset than Louis that he had to leave, he’s glad they like him; it would be hard dating Louis if his four sisters didn’t accept him. 

He squints his eyes when he’s a few blocks away from home, there was an unfamiliar car in their driveway. Who could be over at this time of night? Usually, his mum would go out instead of inviting people over due to her need of leaving the house every now and then, especially when Harry wasn’t home.

The car looked too expensive for it to be one of his mum’s friend’s. Harry knows all of his mum’s close friends and what their cars looks like, he knows it’s not one of them. He also knows his mum’s not seeing anyone right now, even if she is, Harry knows she has a strict rule with herself of not inviting her dates over until at least the fifth date.

Harry parked his car next to his mum’s, jumping out of his car, he eyed the car on the driveway. It’s not familiar to him in anyway so he probably hasn’t met this person. Maybe it was her boss, but why would he come over on a Saturday night?

“Mum, I’m home.” He called when he walks in the house, the door was unlocked. No one was in the family room so he assumed they were in the dining room.

He walks towards the dining room, stopping in his tracks by the door when he saw his mum sitting on her usual seat on the table, a cup of tea in front of her and two women were facing her. She looked up to face Harry, gripping her cup tighter when she saw him. 

The two women turned to follow her gaze so Harry turned to face the strangers- oh fuck.

He felt all the blood drains down from his face, his feet shaking when the person a few feet away sends him a smile even with tears running down her face. Harry doesn’t need an explanation to knows why she’s crying and why his mum wasn’t saying anything to him, instead just sent him a disappointed look. The other woman just send a sympathetic smile his way like she knew his whole story.

“Harry,” His mum broke the silence. “You remember Eleanor,”

Of course he remembers Eleanor, he saw her last week, threatening her ex husband that she will tell Harry’s mum about them.

Harry feels like he’s at that grand opening party again where he threw up all over Louis, which- which is why he ran upstairs to the bathroom, kneeling by the toilet before he threw up everything he had for dinner. 

This was bad- no, this was hell! Eleanor was in his house, talking to his mother with tears running down her face and his mum never looked more disappointed. Fuck, what did he do to deserve all this shit?!

He needs to call Louis, but Eleanor was still downstairs and he knows his mum wants him back there but he doesn’t think he can see Eleanor again. 

Harry knows if he stays here, his mum will come up or told him to come down so instead he flushed the toilet and quickly made his way to his room, locking it before anyone can beat him to it. There’s no way he’s going back down there when Eleanor was still there.

Everything felt hot, Harry wasn’t sure how he’s still breathing but it wasn’t getting any easier so he laid down on his bed, pulling out his phone from his pocket and quickly send Louis a text message. 

“Emergency. Call me when you got this.” He sent and waited; waited for Louis to call, waited for Eleanor to leave and waited for his mum to scold the shit out of him.

Louis is probably busy with his sisters or asleep even though it was only nine, he doubt Louis’ asleep.

He listens carefully when his mum said her goodbye to Eleanor and her friend, who’s probably her personal assistant or something. He could also hear her apologizes a million times before she left and Harry felt even worse than he already is.

Next thing he knows after his mum slammed the front door shut, was footsteps coming up the stairs and Harry looked down at his phone, pressing the unlock button to make sure his phone is on, to make sure he didn’t miss any calls or texts from Louis. 

“Harry,” He heard his mum called from the other side of the door before turning the knob only to find out the door was locked, he heard her sighed loudly. “Harry, we need to talk, unlock this door right now, young man.” 

The thing about his mum was; she’s the sweetest person ever. She trusts Harry with whatever hence why it was never a problem to go out and see Louis every weekend. But he also knows that once he broke her trust then all traces of being the sweetest person ever was gone.

“Harry, if you don’t unlock this door!” She raised her voice, knocking on the door and Harry whimpered, looking down at his phone again- still no answer from Louis.

The knock gets louder, she was still trying on the knob and he knows better than to hide from her forever so he finally walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening the door slowly. 

He paid attention to his shoes as soon as his mum comes to view. 

“Give me your phone,” Was the first thing she said and that made Harry looked up, holding back the tears he wanted to let out so bad. “And your laptop, your car keys. I don’t want this door locked, okay?”

Harry shakes his head, confused. “M-my laptop? How am I supposed to do my homework?!”

Anne walked in his room, not waiting for him to hand her what she asks, she searched the room like he’s hiding something in here. “You can use mine, under my supervision.” She told him, sternly. “I’ll drive and pick you up from school and you’re grounded.”

“Mum!” He was already on the verge of tears. “This isn’t fair!”

“This isn’t fair?” Harry did a lot of things that got him in trouble before but he knows from the look of her face, from the sound of her voice that this was the worst he ever done. “Harry, you’re dating a married man!”

It hurts even more now that she said it, without thinking he bursts out tears, he feels his phone vibrates on his palm but he doesn’t dare look down to see who’s calling. “You don’t understand-”

“What am I not understanding here?!” His mum challenged. “She’s pregnant, Harry. You knew that!”

Harry shakes his head, the phone still vibrating in his hand. “But-”

“And that you told him to divorce her?” His mum shakes her head in disbelief, both hands resting on his hips. “I did not raise you like this, Harry.”

His phone stops vibrating the same time he leaned back to his wall, letting himself slide down, sitting on the floor as he continued to cry. “I didn’t, I’m-” He doesn’t even know where he’s going or what to say, everything is going to sound wrong and his mum won’t believe him anyway. 

“Your phone, Harry.” His mum sighed again, extending her hand out and waited. 

Harry feels like vibrates one, probably a text, but he didn’t look down at his screen as he hands his mum his phone. He’s tired, there’s no use saying anything at this point. 

--

Harry doesn’t know how long he’s grounded for but it’s only been 4 days and Anne still has his phone and laptop. She’s been dropping him off at school and picking him up like he’s ten years old again.

Most of the times when he needs his laptop for his homework; Anne would lend him her laptop but make him work under her supervision. It was making Harry crazy how protective she had gotten over this. 

It’s not her fault, he knows that. She’s upset at her son’s behaviour but she doesn’t know what really happened, she knows what Eleanor told her.

The worst part was that he doesn’t know how Louis was doing and if he’d been calling, if he’s worried or not. If Anne picked one of his calls from Harry’s phone and told him to fuck off. If he had confronted Eleanor about all this 

His friends knows since he told them everything, there’s nothing much they can do except try to make him feel better when they’re in school. Harry’s not even allowed to go hang out with them now. Anne told him that they can come over whenever but Harry’s not leaving, Harry never felt worse.

He can’t even asked his sister for backup because how the fuck was he supposed to contact her?! And there’s nothing much he could do anyway. Anne was never this strict with him, he knows he fucked up.

Anyway, just like the first few days he’d been grounded, Niall would walk Harry to Anne’s car asking if he could take Harry hang out somewhere, the answer was always. “I’m sorry, love, but he’s grounded. You’re always welcome to come over, of course.” and usually Niall would denied because he thought Anne would let him hang out outside his house, except this time, he agreed with Anne and agreed to hang out at Harry’s house. 

They had a plan.

Harry knows his mum had dinner plans tonight with her clients. Usually she would update him if she’ll be home for dinner but since they don’t talk to each other that much since the punishment begins, Harry found out when Anne’s reminder goes off on her phone and Harry saw what was the reminder for. 

Niall has his phone. Harry doesn’t know Louis’ number, but he did some googling with Niall and decided to call the hotel. It was risky. But he needed to let Louis knows he’s alright.

--

Louis was worried, Harry’s phone was off and it’s been dead for a few days after he texted Louis saying there’s an emergency. What the fuck happened and who can he contact to know how Harry’s doing?!

He already promised Harry he will come and meet Harry’s sister this weekend but now he doesn’t know if he’s even seeing Harry this weekend.

There’s a knock on his office door, it was past office hours, his employees were already leaving but he got nowhere to be and his eyes were still glued on his phone, calling Harry’s number again, ignoring the knocking door. 

“Sir?” Liam peaked in before letting himself in, he had a brown enveloped in his hand. “There’s a mail for you.”

For some dumb reason, he thought Louis had sent him a mail as if they’re living in the 50’s, but as soon as Liam hand him the envelope, Eleanor’s lawyer’s name was on the back of it, he knows it was the divorce papers.

He sighed happily when he opened the envelope and saw Eleanor’s signatures.

They’re divorced.

All the weights in Louis’ heart was slowly lifting, just staring at Eleanor’s signatures made him feel so light, made it seems like all his troubles are disappearing.

“We should celebrate,” He looked up to his assistant who’s now has a smile on his face because he knows what it means if his boss said they should celebrate.

He’s free.

Two years ago, Louis would told his friends that marriage isn’t a trap and he’s stick to it but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel trapped with Eleanor. But that was because he was unhappy with her. And he wouldn’t feel unhappy if he didn’t find out she was having an affair.

Looking back at it now; finding out, keeping it a secret to himself, trying to act like he hasn’t been eavesdropping every conversation she had with Max. It’s actually pretty funny how stupid he was. At least he’s out of his misery now.

At times like this, he just wants to ring Harry and let him know. That’s when he sighed remembering that Harry’s phone was off. He needs to see Harry, not only to tell him the happy news but to also check on him and see if he’s okay.

He knows where Harry lives but he knows Harry’s mum is going to be there, but then again, he should set aside his reputation in front of Harry’s mother right now, Harry’s more important and he needs to see him.

“Sir?” He looked up when he realized Liam was talking to him, holding the phone handle on his desk...Louis didn’t hear it ring. “There’s a call for you.”

That’s weird. No one ever called him past working hours. Without asking who called, he took the phone from Liam and held it against his ear. “Hello?”

“Louis!” The familiar voice on the other line cried his name, making Louis pulled back the phone a little before realizing. 

“Harry,” He exhaled, looking up at Liam and gesturing that he’s dismissed for the day. With a nod, Liam left him in his office alone. “Are you okay? Why is your phone off? Where are you?”

Harry was still crying on the other line, why was he crying?! 

“What’s wrong?” Louis asked again since he received nothing but sobs. Forget about all weights leaving his heart because they’ve return once again, settling inside Louis. “Love?”

He heard someone on the other line trying to calm Harry down. Okay, at least he’s not alone. 

“It’s uh,” Harry slowly forming words. “I just ...I'm grounded, I don’t know for how long, I really need to see you though.”

Louis pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes shut. Seems like there’s always something in the middle of their relationship. “What happened? What did you do?”

Harry sniffed, still trying to control his tears. “It’s not- I just really need to see you, Lou.”

“You’re grounded. ” Louis chuckled, shaking his head.

He heard Harry groan on the other line. “Which is why I need you to come here.”

“Your mum-”

“No, that’s the thing!” Harry cuts him off, he sounds frustrated. “She found out.” He blurted out, voice shaking as he speaks. 

Louis almost dropped the phone on his hand when he heard what Harry said, leaning back on his chair before he falls over. Everything before him seemed to come tumbling down just from those three words.

“Lou?” Harry called and that made Louis zoned back in, remembering Harry was still on the other line.

How did she found out?

“I’m here, I-” Louis wasn’t even sure what to say, this is all his fault Harry’s grounded. “Then it must be best to see you when you’re not grounded…?” Louis suggested. He’s already on Harry’s mother bad side. If she caught him with Harry when he’s grounded, how is he expecting her to ever like him as more of a client?!

Harry groaned. “God knows how long that’ll be, Lou. I need you to back me up here!”

“That’s not-” He sighed, he missed Harry more than anything right now, he’d drive there if this wasn’t the situation. “How did she found out, Harry?” He asked, instead. 

Harry sounds frustrated. “Can you please just come and see me? I’ll tell you everything, please.”

He shouldn’t give in. He shouldn’t get Harry into more trouble than he’s already in. But Harry is still his boyfriend and he’s crying on the other line over something that he was involved in. 

“Okay,” He finally said. “I’ll be right there, how do I contact you?”

Harry sighed in relief once he heard Louis said what he needed to hear. “Niall’s staying over to cover for me- Niall, what’s your number?” He was asking Niall and the familiar voice of the irish lad came closer to his ear as he told Louis his number and Louis wrote down the number on a piece of paper lying around his desk.

It’s already late, but he kept telling himself that Harry needs him right now and Harry’s going to be waiting so he better be on his way.

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Louis stopped a few blocks away from Harry's house like Harry had told him to and texted Niall's number he could see from where he parked his mum weren't home because there was only one car on their driveway and it's Harry's familiar blue car.

He kept thinking, while he's on the way- that Eleanor was behind all this. who else knew Harry's mother and his relationship with Louis? So, don't blame him for texting Liam right after he left the office to ask Sophia if Eleanor was in charge behind all this. Liam still hasn't reported back so he's just waiting for that and also for Harry to come out of his house. he prays to whatever god is up there that his mum won't caught him leaving- his prayers was answered, thankfully when he saw the familiar boy and his mop of curls closed his front door and ran to where Louis' car is.

Louis quickly unlocks the door, just in time as he reached for the handle and climbed in the passenger seat.

"Hi," Harry was out of breath when he closes the door behind him, reaching to give Louis a hug and Louis was quick to comply, pulling the boy into his arms, burying his head in the crook of Harry's neck to chase more of his scent that Louis missed so much even though it's only been a few days. "I missed you," Harry said which made Louis' heart fluttered to know the feeling's mutual.

Just right when he pulled away, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket, he rolled his eyes as he fished his phone out and read the caller id. Liam. 

"I gotta take this, I'm sorry. hold on." Louis told Harry, patting his thigh while his other hand slides the green phone button on his screen. "Hello, what's up?" He asked, immediately even though he doesn't really need the answer now that Harry's here and Harry could explain it himself.

"It's Sophia, sir." Liam said, without sugar coating anything like he's been trained to since the moment he works for Louis. "She said Mrs- Eleanor, uh- it was her."

Well, that's all Louis needs to know. "Thanks, Liam. tell Sophia I said thanks." with that, he hung up and turned to Harry who was staring at him with his head tilted, looking like a little loss puppy. Louis thinks he might be in lo- nevermind. 

"Why didn't you told me on the phone Eleanor was behind this?" He sighed, throwing his phone on the dashboard. "I could've confront her or-"

"Because I need to see you." Harry pouted. "And you don't need to bring that up again, it's done for. I really don't want you to get involved with your soon-to-be ex wife any further, you don't deserve that."

Louis hopes this wasn't a bad time to tell him the big news. "Ex wife," He squeezed Harry's thigh. "The papers are back today, we're divorced."

Harry gasped, throwing himself for another hug. "I'm so happy for you!" This was another thing he likes about Harry. the fact that he never made his divorce about himself and about Louis instead. he was ninety nine percent rooting for the divorce for the sake of Louis' happiness and not their relationship. He knows he's falling for Harry, but he didn't realize until now that he's falling fast. 

"But you," Louis pulled back, the whole reason he's here was for Harry. "Are you okay?"

Harry shrugged then. "I just-" He stopped, looking out the window, staring at his house a few blocks away then turn back to Louis. "I really want you to meet her, properly, as my boyfriend."

"Is that a good idea? doesn't she hates me?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "He's blaming all of this on me, Lou. I don't know what Eleanor told her but she thinks you guys are happily married with a baby on the way. None of my words matters and if you're there, maybe she'd listen."

Louis sat there, thinking it through. He tried to put himself in Harry’s mum shoes; finding out from someone else that her son is seeing someone’s ‘husband’ who’s also nine, almost ten years older than he is. And now that older married man is seeing her to prove to her that he’s not a predator like she expected him to be. 

This wasn’t going to be easy, but Harry’s right here, sitting next to help, asking for a favour. 

How could he let Harry go through this alone?!

“Okay, what are we going to do?” Louis gave in. 

--

It was a few days later when Harry came home from school and his mum was home. Tomorrow's Saturday so he’s already planning to asking his mum out to eat, even though they still won’t talk to each other unless it was necessary. 

“Hi,” Harry said nervously as he entered the dining room where his mum was sitting, a cup of tea resting on top of the table. 

She tore her gaze away from her phone and face her son, forgetting for a moment that they were fighting because of how soft Harry sounds just by uttering one word. “Yes?”

Harry sat across from her, shrugging while tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. “Was wondering if you want to have lunch somewhere tomorrow.”

Anne clicked her tongue, sliding her phone to the side because work can wait. “You’re grounded, Harry.” She reminded him.

“But you’ll be with me and I haven’t gone out in so long other than school, mum. Please, just this once.” Harry begged. “I can’t spend the rest of the year being inside without internet, mum, it’s not fair.”

Anne sighed, looking around the room as she leaned back in her chair. “I’m not  going to ground you for the rest of the year, Harry.”

“Well, it feels like you are.” Harry mumbled though Anne heard her. 

What Harry doesn’t understand that it pains her just as much as it was hurting Harry, having to ground him like he’s a ten year old boy again. But she was also scared, she has every right to be, Harry was seeing someone’s husband. 

“Okay, fine.” She gave in. “We can have lunch somewhere tomorrow.”

A smile crept up Harry’s face from how easy it was to have her gave in. with that, he stood up and about to leave the room when he heard his mum called. 

Harry turned around to face her again, still seated, sipping the tea before saying. “You do know I don’t like having to ground you, right?” 

“Well, you shouldn’t have because I didn’t do anything wrong.” Harry told her before storming out of the room. The argument can wait till tomorrow. 

At least his plan was working, he’s going to take Anne to the place he agreed on with Louis, maybe they could last a lunch before arguing, if Harry’s lucky, she’ll unground him and accept his boyfriend. 

--

“So, why here?” His mum asked as they walked into the restaurant. Harry’s sure they’ve only been here twice since they moved to Essex but Louis suggested it and said it was ace. Harry would’ve disagree, especially with the fact that everything were overprice here. 

Harry looked around the restaurant, trying to spot Louis and oh fuck, he’s already there, and he’s already looking up at Harry but he’s not waving, he doesn’t want to draw that attention until Harry’s mum was closer to the table. 

“Oh, over here.” Harry took his mum’s hand to lead the way, stopping her from requesting a new table for two. 

She didn’t realize where he was taking her until Louis stood up from his chair, smiling slowly and nods his head once she turned to face him.

“Harry,”

“I promise, I won’t throw up this time.” Harry tried to crack a joke but it doesn’t seem to amuse his mother so he exhaled, squeezing his mum’s hand before saying. “It’s only fair if you listen to our part of the story.”

She was still staring at Louis and Louis was also looking at her, trying to maintain the smile on his face.

“Okay,” She finally said. “You’re right, it’s only fair, but whatever it is, I’m not going to like it.”

“Right, so, first thing first, I’m Louis.” Louis extended his hand as if they haven’t met before but Harry’s mum just stares back at him, trying to contain all the anger she had in her. “Alright,” Louis cleared his throat, taking his hand back. “Have a seat, please, the food here is great, I’d recommend the-”

Anne took a step further, pulling her own chair as Harry let go of his tight grip and sat down next to her. Nervously, Louis sat back down. “We’re not here to talk about food, Mr. Tomlinson.”

Louis glanced at Harry, pleading for help but Harry just gave him a small supporting smile. 

“Just Louis, please.” Louis been through alot for the past twenty six years of his life but he’s never been this nervous. Not even when he met Eleanor’s dad for the first time; well that was a whole different story. “So, uh- well, Harry told me everything.”

Anne hummed. “Which I’d like very much to know how,” She glances at Harry next to her. “But that can wait.”

“Right, of course,” Louis tried to make himself comfortable on his seat, not that he was able to feel comfortable right now. “We wanted you to know that,” He stopped again, turning to Harry who’s been very quiet but very impatient. 

Can Louis be any more slower?!

“They’re divorced, mum.” Harry decided to take actions into his own hand. “They’re divorced because she had an affair, the baby’s not even his! She lied to you about it being his because she wants to ruined Louis’ relationship- to be exact, because she wants to ruin me.” 

Louis felt guilt running through his mind at Harry’s words, he wants to pull Harry in for a tight hug and apologize again. He doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this. 

Anne leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what? Here’s this, I’m disappointed in Harry because I thought he was dating a married man. But I’m more disappointed in you , Mr. Tomlinson, Harry is just a child and you think it’s okay to take advantage of him like-”

“Mum!” Harry raised his voice. “I’m not a child! I’m very much legal! He’s not taking advantage of me!”

Anne sighed. “Harry, inside voice, please.”

“I promise you, I have no intentions of taking advantage of Harry.” Louis tried.

“Mum, please, It’s my fault, I lied to him about my age.” Harry admitted but that just made Anne laughed in pity. 

Louis hates every second of this.

“And he found out from me, didn’t he? At that party?” She was asking Harry but she was looking at Louis. 

He doesn’t want to break eye contact with her, it’ll make him more nervous if he does.

“That was a few weeks ago, you know now he’s only seventeen.” She continued since neither of them are going to say anything. “And yet, here you are, still dating him.”

Harry’s fingers balled into a fist, trying to calm himself down with whatever his mother was saying and he looked up to Louis, hoping he’d say something to defend their relationship. 

There was one, maybe two minute of silent and Anne was getting bored, she almost stood up and announced that they’re leaving when they heard what Louis blurted out next.

“I love him.”

Harry’s heart dropped to his stomach, not bothering to check on his mother because he was surprised himself. 

Louis loves him. 

“I’m aware of his age and it did bother me at first.” Louis said, more confident this time. “But Harry’s right, he’s legal and also he’s pretty mature for his age.”

Anne opened her mouth to say something, to defend her honours but Louis was suddenly on a roll and won’t let her speak. “I would never take advantage of him like you think I would. He makes me happy, more than I’ve ever been.” He chuckled, glancing at Harry who’s smiling now at Louis’ words. “and...I hope I make him happy just as much.” 

Harry wanted to go over to where Louis was sitting and give him a kiss, tell him that he loves him too and that no one can make Harry happy like Louis can. But, his mum was still here, still going against their relationship. 

Anne stayed silent then, slowly turning to face her son next to her. 

Harry however wasn’t paying attention to her, staring back at his boyfriend with a big smile on his face before mouthing “I love you.” which Anne didn’t missed. 

She started to think of herself; when she met Harry’s father, he was her professor in university but by that time she was twenty two even though their age gap was way bigger than Harry and Louis’. Their marriage didn’t work out, yes, but that was beside the point. 

The point was, she remembers taking him home on Christmas, introducing him to her parents and how they immediately love him because of his charms, which Harry inherited, everyone knew this. 

For a second there, she almost forgotten why she’s angry at Harry- he was dating a married man, that’s what Eleanor Tomlinson told her, a married man that was expecting a baby, but Harry told the other side of the story just now. 

Then there was the age gap, it didn’t bother her as much because of her own experiences, it was just bothering her because Harry’s only seventeen and didn’t know any better- but then again, Anne was twenty two when she met Harry’s father, she thought she knew what love is until they part ways. So, who was she to tell Harry or even Louis what love is when she hasn’t even found it herself? No one ever told her parents they were in love with her like Louis just said to Harry, she thought no one got the balls, but maybe no one loved her as much as Louis loves Harry, which...which. 

Anne took a deep breath, sliding her chair away from the table, both boys turned to her. 

“Well, it’s very nice meeting you Mr. Tomlinson.” Anne said, a smile slowly crept up her face, which shocks both Harry and Louis. “But I figured you and Harry have a lot of catching up to do, so I'll leave you to it.”

Harry furrowed his brows. “Mum-” he watched his mum stood up and so did the two boys. 

Louis and Harry shared a look before Harry followed her out of the restaurant. “Mum,” he called again. “Is everything okay?” he had to ask because his mum never acts this way, she’s always straightforward.

She turned to him, cupping his cheeks, if Harry wasn’t confused he’d tell her to let go because it was embarrassing, he’s seventeen, not seven! 

“I want you to be back home before dinner,” She said instead and Harry’s even more confused now. “I can trust you, right?”

Harry slowly nods. 

“Then I can trust him, if you trust him.”