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Encounter.

Louis left his office at 8:15 pm. He walked down the now semi lit corridor towards the elevators. Lynn, his secretary was still at her desk in her small office working. He stopped and poked his head round her door.

'Go home,' he told her kindly. 'It's been a long ass day and if I'm exhausted then you must be spent.' Lynn smiled up at him, her grey eyes sparkling in the light from her computer screen and desk lamp. Lynn was a trooper and a hard worker. She had been with him since the beginning and he knew he could rely on her for everything from getting him his morning latte to managing his business meetings and appointments. She was his right arm.

'Will do as soon as I finish filing today's closed deal Mr. Tomlinson.' Louis smiled at her and nodded.

'Not one minute longer Lynn and that's a Tommo order,' he told her winking at her. Lynn laughed. 'Goodnight darling.'

'Goodnight Mr. Tomlinson.' Louis walked down the rest of the corridor and stopped at the bank of elevators. Louis looked at the reception desk and saw Fletcher the night security setting up for the night shift.

'All good Fletcher?' Louis asked him as he pressed the call button and waited for the elevator.

'All good Mr. Tomlinson,' Fletcher replied with a smile and a thumbs up. Louis liked Fletcher. He had been with him for the past 3 years and he too was a hard worker. He was a middle aged family man with three little girls; Stacey 9, Amber 6 and Charlie 2. They were Fletcher's pride and joy and Louis loved to hear him talk about them. Louis had met them once when they had an open day at the office and Fletcher had bought them in. The elevator doors open.

'Have a goodnight Fletcher,' Louis told him as he stepped inside the elevator and pressed the ground floor button.

'You too Mr. Tomlinson,' Fletcher replied. Louis smiled at him as the doors closed with a ding. The elevator began it's downward descent and Louis sighed heavily. It had been a tough day of business meeting after business meeting, conferences, video calls and endless phone calls to his abroad companies. The launching of their new software was causing a commotion. Both Microsoft and Apple where in cahoots over who will close the deal first with Tomlinson Global Enterprises (TGE)

Tomlinson Global Enterprises manufactured new technological software for computers, mobile phones and gaming. It was a tough market but Louis had been brilliant at coming up with the strategy that instead of starting another software company, he wanted to design software that software companies wanted. His company was all about technology and communication. He was CEO, owner and founder of the enterprise and at 30, he was the youngest mulitbillionaire in the world.

Louis was an excellent businessman: determined, head strong and ambitious. Ever since from a young age he knew where he wanted to be. The life he had lived until he was 16, was the life he did not picture for his future self. He worked hard and from the bottom he worked his way up. He was driven by passion and determination to be a success. Today, he was an established and much respected businessman. He never backed out of a deal and always got the deals he wanted. He never bartered. He always kept his eyes on what he wanted to achieve and his single minded determination helped him achieve that. Louis loved power and he loved control. No one messed with Louis William Tomlinson and if they dared, they knew they would go down in ashes. Some thought him ruthless and he had no problem with that. He really didn't care what people thought of him or what gossip went on behind his back. He loved his life and no one was going to change that.

He walked out of the double glass doors of his London offices in Canary Wharf in North Greenwich onto the Plaza. Canary Wharf was a beautiful part of London, a business quarter if you will flanked by the river Thames and the beautiful O2 Arena. It was raining softly and The Plaza was lit with lamps and there were still tables from the restaurants surrounding the Plaza under huge umbrellas with people having late drinks and dinners. Louis inhaled and slowly exhaled feeling thankful even though he was worn out. He was met by Calvin Rodgers, his bodyguard who opened an umbrella for Louis.

'Good evening Sir,' Calvin greeted him politely. Louis stood under the umbrella and huffed.

'Does it always rain in the bloody country? I should go run my offices in Los Angeles where it's always sunny. This is so fucking depressing.' He walked with Calvin under the umbrella towards his black Bentley. Angus, his chauffeur opened his door for him.

'Good evening Sir,' Angus told him politely. Louis nodded at him, not feeling very conversational and slid into the back seat of his expensive classic car. He undid the button of his charcoal grey Armani tailored suit jacket and sighed heavily, relishing the relaxing seats. His muscles ached and he needed some down time.

'Where to Sir?' Angus asked him, looking at him through the rear view mirror. Calvin slid in the passenger seat next to Angus.

'Garland's,' Louis told him. Angus nodded and started the car. Garland's was a well known gay strip club for exclusive and elite members only. Louis was openly gay and single, making him the most eligible bachelor on the market. Louis didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in romance and dates and heart and flowers. He had learned at a young age that love hurt and made you weak and he didn't want that. There was a time when he was weak and had no control over his life and he swore to himself he would never feel that again. He did believe in one night stands and very short term relationships. He believed in escorts for exclusive parties but that was just about it. In the past he had been closely linked to Marc Jacobs the designer, actor Lance Bass and of recent actor Chris Colfer. Louis was known to love them and leave them, often leaving a string of broken hearts in his wake.In other words, Mr. Tomlinson was a heart breaker.

Louis knew that they fell for him easily and he made it easy for them to fall. He was handsome and fit, with striking blue eyes, caramel hair, bronzed skin and an ass to die for. He always treated his male companions like royalty, like they really mattered, giving them his full attention until he got what he wanted: sex. Louis was sex crazed. He craved it.He needed it. He demanded it as it was the only thing that fed his fetish, a fetish that not everyone understood or wanted to be part of. Not everyone was in to sadism. Louis had a pain kink. He loved to deliver pain which was what got him off. Thus he was always careful who he trusted with his playtime kink. Those who could be trusted where made to sign an NDA, forbidding them legally from ever disclosing anything that went on during Louis' playtime hours.

The Bentley stopped in front of the club, a two story building just off London's Soho red light district. It was in a remote street. The building was painted black with the name Garland's in purple neon on the side of the building. It was a very posh and high class establishment. The male staff there was very accommodating and though it was a licensed and legal club, illegal activities took place in Garland's VIP rooms on the second floor.

Louis told Angus to go home and that he would call him when he needed him. Louis was looking forward to a long night with maybe one or two of his boys. He needed to let off steam. He stepped out of the car just as Calvin stepped out too ready to accompany his boss inside. Louis walked in, earning respectful nods from the security at the door. He stepped inside the club and was greeted by the owner Adam Lambert.

'Mr. Tomlinson always good to have you at Garland's,' Adam greeted him with a huge smile. Louis smiled at Adam. He liked him. He had helped him start up this place. He and Adam went back a few years, to a time that Louis did not like to dwell on. Garland's was a beautiful chic place,that's what Adam had wanted when he had gone to ask Louis if he'd be interested in investing in the new club. Louis had liked the idea and he had invested. Since then, he had never regretted his decision. He hardly failed at a business proposition before and he surely hadn't failed at Garland's.

Louis looked around as Adam went to the bar to get him his usual welcome drink: a stiff scotch. The main area of the club had a bar that ran the whole length of one side of the club with black marble top and high stools with deep purple cushioning. The iron work in the place was all a gold plated. The walls were a deeper shade of purple with golden scones on the walls giving off a low light. Tables with marble tops and golden legs filled the floor with chairs sporting the same deep purple cushioning and golden legs. At the front was a small stage with 3 golden poles and purple velvet curtains. On the walls hung big black and white pictures of movie and music icons such as Judy Garland, Liza Minelli, Cher, Madonna, Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn and Brigitte Bardot.

The main area was the area that Louis liked to refer to as the 'no-touching-area'.You watched the strip show then you have a hot guy in tight boxers or a thong give you a very hot lap dance but you cannot touch them. It was strictly prohibited to touch the male dancers and strippers in this area. You had to sit there while the guy gyrates in your lap giving you a hell of a boner and you cannot touch unless of course you pay extra for the Garland's VIP section. Here you get intimate one on one service with the boy of your choice.

A hot good looking well toned waiter dressed in nothing but tight black boxers,black suspenders and a black bow tie round his neck approached Louis with a tray, smiling at him seductively and handed him his drink.Louis took a swallow of his whiskey and looked at a guy sitting in one of the chairs getting a hot lap dance by a guy wearing nothing but a gold thong. Louis felt his cock twitch. He turned to Adam who was by the bar.

'Send Ryan,' Louis ordered. 'And a bottle of Dom. Now!' He began walking towards the back of the club where there were the stairs that led up to the second floor. Ryan was Louis' boy of choice. Ryan knew what Louis liked and what Louis wanted and expected from him and he never disappointed him. Louis didn't have to waste time explaining what he expected and what he needed. Ryan was a good submissive and he always pleased Louis. He took pain like a champ! Adam hurried after Louis and reached him as he pushed open the black door with the purple VIP stenciled on it. He stepped inside the room so familiar to him and he instantly felt at home. He loved how everything was color coded: the deep purple walls, large black couch that seated 10 people easily with purple cushions, the black carpet beneath his feet, the gold scones on the walls and the purple lampshades giving off a warm glow making the room intimate. Louis took off his jacket and loosened his tie.

'Mr. Tomlinson,' Adam said softly, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. He had to tread carefully. He knew what Louis was like when he was in a bad mood. Louis turned to look at him with desperate eyes and alack of patience.

'Adam, I've had a fuck of a day. I'm tired and I'm stressed and I've used up all my patience. All I want is to unwind, drink and have a good fuck? Is that too much to ask for round here?' Adam swallowed played with his fingers.

'No Sir its not and we are here to accommodate your needs only but Ryan is not available Sir.' Adam stopped and held his breath, waiting for Louis to blow up and throw a tantrum.

'Fuck,' Louis hissed through his teeth. He ran a hand through his quiffed hair,making it a little messy. 'Fine. Just fucking send in somebody else.I guess beggars can't be fucking choosers now can they?' Adam smiled at him broadly glad that Louis didn't throw a hissy fit.

'I have just the perfect guy for you Mr. Tomlinson. I will be right back.' Adam left the room quickly, silently closing the door behind him. He hurried down the corridor and turned left and stepped into a large room the guys that worked at Garland's used as dressing/relaxing room. The room was large and spacious, similarly furnished in the same color theme as the whole establishment. It had black couches, 2 large flat screens on the wall, vanity units with lights adorning mirrors and wardrobes full of costumes. The room was empty except for Harry, who was sitting on one of the couches with his laptop in his lap.

'Harry,' Adam breathed in relief, glad he had found him here. 'Harry my love I have a job for you in VIP.' Harry looked up from his laptop, his green eyes wide, a look of shock in them.

'But I've never done a VIP before Adam. I don't know what....'

'Harry Harry sweetheart take a deep breath for me and calm the fuck down. I have Mr. Tomlinson in VIP. Do you know who Mr. Tomlinson is? Mr. Tomlinson is major share holder of Garland's and one of our biggest and regular clients here and Ryan who is his usual is not here to see to his needs today so I need you to be a darling for me and go in there and take care of him. Can you do that my love?' Harry gulped and got up off the couch, standing in front of Adam.

'But I...'

'Harry for the love of God your job here is to please men. Mr. Tomlinson provides, your, my and everyone else's wages here. Now, you are going to put on a nice tailored pair of pants and a smart button down shirt for him because Mr. Tomlinson likes them smartly dressed and you are going to go in there and please the man in any way or form he desires. You are going to let him do to you whatever he wants, whatever he needs to get his pleasure on and you are going to take it like a good little boy alright. Can you do that for me hun?' Adam was feeling his patience wearing thin. Harry was a newbie. The youngest newbie Garland's had. He was only 19, a student and had been working here for almost 6 weeks. So far he had always worked the main floor and stage but he was in high demand by their clients so Adam reckoned Harry was ready for a promotion into VIP.

Adam handed Harry a pair of black suit pants and a dress shirt. Harry took them yet remained immobile staring at Adam with his big green eyes and long curly hair.

'I uhm I don't think I'm ready for this Mr. Lambert,' Harry drawled quietly chewing his bottom lip nervously. Adam ground his teeth together and took in a deep breath trying to keep calm.

'Harry you listen to me. You are here to do a job so you are going to get into those fucking clothes and go into that room and you are going to do whatever Mr. Tomlinson wants and if he wants to fuck you till you pass out then you are going to let him do that because we all depend on it. Pleasing Mr. Tomlinson will keep us all in a job so you are going to go in there and please the man alright? Be ready in 5 minutes. He doesn't like to be kept waiting not when he's stressed and horny.' Adam turned and left the room, leaving a panicked Harry behind.

X

Louis sat on the couch waiting for Adam to come back as he sipped his Dom Perignon from a crystal flute. He looked at his gold Rolex and huffed in annoyance. He hated to be kept waiting not really doing any good to his already fucked up temper. He felt sorry for the poor bastard he was going to fuck tonight. Probably won't be able to walk or sit fora few days after he was done with him. A light knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. The door opened slowly and Adam walked in cautiously.

'Took you well bloody long enough....' Louis' words trailed off into nothing as he saw the boy that entered shyly behind Adam. The boy kept his head down, a head of long beautiful soft curls that hung just below his shoulders and fell around his face. Louis' eyes made a quick assertion of the boy. He was tall with legs that went on for miles, he was slender and lean with narrow hips and very fidgety fingers. Louis found himself immediately intrigued.

'Mr Tomlinson, this is Harry. He will be taking care of whatever you will need tonight.' Louis saw Adam nudge Harry forward, the boy stumbling clumsily over his own feet. Louis watched with curious eyes as the boy raised his head slowly and a pair of big emerald eyes slammed into Louis.

What the fuck?

The voice in his head stirred. Louis could swear that his breath hitched when he saw that beautiful face. He was pale and his eyes were so green, framed by long dark lashes, his lips full and rosy and those soft chestnut curls that framed his face. He looked angelic.

'Go...good evening Sir,' Harry rasped. Louis felt goosebumps break out all over his skin at the sound of his voice. For a tall, gangly boy who was all limbs and angelic features, he had a really deep voice and he spoke with a very slow drawl that crawled all over Louis' body,caressing him in the most seductive way. Louis wanted to hear this boy scream out his name in that raspy voice of his.

What the actual fuck?

'Adam leave,' Louis ordered, not taking his eyes off Harry. Adam nodded, a satisfied smile on his lips and walked out leaving them alone. Louis continued to check out Harry, undressing him with his eyes. He noticed that Harry was still fidgeting with his fingers and looking down at his black smart shoes.

'Come here,' Louis ordered and Harry walked over to him, never raising his head and stopped a few feet away from him.

A natural born submissive. Excellent.

'Closer,' Louis urged him and Harry obeyed, walking closer till he was practically standing between Louis' legs, his dick level with Louis'face. Louis looked up at him and found those green eyes staring curiously at him, those mass of soft curls framing this angel's beautiful face. Louis thought he was fascinating.

A novelty, the voice in his head threw at him.

Louis placed his hands behind Harry's knees and trailed them slowly up the back of his thighs till he cupped Harry's small but firm ass. Harry jerked back a little as soon as he felt Louis' hands on his cheeks kneading them. Harry wasn't used to being touched.

'On your knees,' Louis ordered quietly but with a stern voice. Harry bit his lower lip innocently and Louis felt that go straight to his already hardened dick. 'Don't bite your fucking lip,' he told him a little harshly. 'Now get down on your fucking knees and don't make me say it again.' Harry quickly let go of his lip and dropped to his knees between Louis' legs.

Harry felt himself tremble and shake with the anxiety this situation was causing him. He had never had a man's hands on him before. He felt the other man's eyes rove over him but he didn't dare look up. Suddenly he felt a finger under his chin and gently tilt his face up.

'Look at me,' Louis ordered. Harry lifted his eyes and up close he found himself staring into gorgeous pools of blue so deep that he felt himself drowning in them. When Adam had requested him to do VIP, he had expected some bald, fat old man with sweaty hands and foul smelling breath, smoking a cigar and downing whiskey like most of their clients but Mr. Tomlinson was young and gorgeous and he had beautifully quiffed hair and a stubble and the most amazing blue eyes Harry had ever seen with really long lashes that looked soft and thin pink lips. Harry realized that he was staring at the man and that was not polite. He looked away.

So shy and respectful.

'You like what you see?' Louis asked him. Harry swallowed and blushed profusely. Louis saw the blush spread from the boys' neck to his cheeks and he thought it was the fucking cutest thing he had ever seen. How could he be shy in the line of work?

And why the fuck are you drooling all over him and thinking he's cute?

'Answer me,' Louis demanded. He wanted to see that blush again. It was highly arousing how this angel was so shy and reserved and respectful.

'Ye yes Si Sir,' Harry stammered out. Louis found him endearing and he was dying to get inside of him and fuck him hard. His cock agreed with him.

Louis kept his finger under Harry's chin and when his green eyes locked into his again, he felt something he couldn't explain, something he had never felt before, something between his tummy and stomach that fluttered and made him feel funny. This boy was gorgeous and he had a certain innocence about him that made Louis feel a thing that he didn't understand.

You took a liking to the boy Tomlinson

Louis pushed the thought aside. It was ridiculous. There was nothing special about this boy. Just another man whore. He wanted to have him on his hands and knees and fuck him senseless after beating the crap out of him, till he begged him to stop. Not that he would stop! He wanted to ruin that beautiful ass of his.

'Takeoff your shirt,' Louis commanded him quietly. 'Slowly. One button a ta time.' Harry gulped feeling nervous and scared. This man intimidated him. Something about the way he spoke with such authority and the way he expected to be obeyed. Harry lifted shaky fingers to the first button of his shirt and undid it. Louis rested his back against the couch and took another sip of his champagne watching the boy with lustful and hungry eyes. When Harry undid his first button, Louis caught the first glimpse of the boys chest. He felt his suit pants get tighter. The second button opened slowly and Louis noticed how the boy trembled. The third button revealed a necklace with across hanging just beneath the boys' collarbones on an smooth chest in between 2 tattoos of two swallows.

Louis watched as Harry continued to open his shirt one button at a time. It was a turn on watching him slowly undo each button and knowing he was shy doing it. When all the buttons where undone, Louis watched as Harry took in a deep breath and slid the shirt off his shoulders,letting it fall to the floor, his face turning that gorgeous pink shade. He kept his eyes on the floor and Louis hated that. He wanted to see his gorgeous eyes.

'Look at me,' Louis whispered, hardly able to speak as he took in the sight before him. Harry's alabaster skin was littered with dark tattoos: a ship, nails, a heart, a rose, a bible, an anchor, a butterfly on his stomach and laurel leaves just above the waist band of his pants.Louis' eyes roved over him hungrily as he took in his muscled biceps and his toned abs and the small trail of dark hair leading from beneath his navel in to his pants. He was so hard for this boy his dick hurt.

You might want to stop drooling now Tomlinson. Geez get a grip.

Louis could feel the boys eyes on him watching him curiously and perhaps with a little fear. Louis knew that he was intimidating and right now he didn't give a fuck. Louis wanted to dominate this boy. He wanted to do things to him, have him beg and plead. He desperately wanted the boys luscious plump pink lips around his dick and suck him off until he exploded in his mouth. He wanted to fuck his mouth so bad watching him now breathing softly though his mouth, his lips parted. The thought of hitting the back of his throat again and again then watching him swallow made Louis harder.

Harry was looking down again, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks and Louis didn't fail to notice how the boy was shy and uncomfortable and it made him want to wreck him even more, to destroy that innocence about him. He wanted to see him embarrassed and awkward. He wanted to see him lose his control and hear him whimper and moan.

'Well?' Louis asked him. 'I'm waiting.' Harry's head snapped up and he found those blue blue eyes on him, searching, questioning, expecting.

'Wha...what exactly d-do you want me to do Sir? Harry stuttered, fidgeting nervously with his fingers. He felt flustered especially when he noticed the bulge in Louis' pants.

Is he fucking kidding me or? Is he being a submissive for me? But how does he know? Did Adam tell him anything? Is he for fucking real? Well two can play this fucking game.

Louis smirked at him, seeing how awkward and uncomfortable the boy was. He didn't even know how hot he looked there on his knees with no shirt on.

'I want you to suck my dick and I want to come in your mouth and you will be a very good boy for me and swallow every last drop unless you want me to take off my belt and show you what you get if you are a naughty boy and spill my cum.' Louis watched as the boys' eyes grew impossibly wide, his mouth open into a perfect little O and the blush on his cheeks deepen, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat as he gulped.

Oh fuck I scared him. Nice going Tomlinson.

'Ye...yes Sir,' Harry whispered as he slowly reached out shaking hands and began to fumble with Louis' belt. His hands were sweating and shaking and because his hands were so big, he was doing a clumsy job of unbuckling Mr. Tomlinson's belt.

Louis watched him with amused curiosity, laid back and relaxed sipping his champagne. Something about the boy was very endearing. There was something sexy and very arousing about his clumsiness and innocence.He could feel a part of Harry's arm resting on his very hard erection, brushing him every time he tried to unbuckle his god damn belt.

For fuck's sake undo it already!

It was taking all of Louis' self control not to pounce on Harry and just fuck him. He closed his eyes as Harry's hand brushed his erection one more time. To his relief, Harry managed to unbuckle the belt.Louis opened his eyes and looked at him. He saw beads of sweat on his forehead and upper lip. He felt him tug and tug at his pants button.Louis watched him in fascinated amusement as his tongue peeked out from between his lips and frown lines appeared between his eyebrows as he concentrated on the button.

Jesus fucking Christ its just a button for the love of God!

Louis placed his hand on the boy's shaking hands, stopping him. Harry looked up at Louis, expecting to be scolded.

'Are you nervous?' Louis asked him in a gentle voice. Harry looked down quickly. 'Look at me when I talk to you!' Louis snapped at him harshly. He hated that he looked away and couldn't hold eye contact with him. Harry looked up at Louis.

'Ye...yes Sir,' Harry stuttered. 'Yes I...I'm nervous. Very.' Louis kept his eyes locked in Harry's green ones. He saw him blink rapidly, his bare chest rising and falling, his breathing fast. Louis took Harry's hand, never breaking eye contact with him and placed his hand on his dick, pressing Harry's hand down into his hard erection with his own hand. Louis hissed in pleasure at finally feeling some friction on his painfully hard dick. Harry stiffened and didn't move. Louis smirked at him.

'You've never done this before have you?' he asked him. Harry looked down away from Louis' burning gaze. 'Did I tell you you could fucking look down?' Louis asked him harshly, grabbing his chin roughly and lifting up his face, his fingers digging into Harry's flesh. Harry winced and when eyes met his, he could see that the boy was frightened.

'I'm going to ask you again and you are going to reply truthfully. Have you done this before?' Harry's lower lip trembled and Louis felt aflutter in his chest and it confused him.

'N-no Sir,' Harry whispered. Louis kept his fingers tight on Harry's chin.

'Have you ever been with a man before?' Harry gulped. He wanted to look away from the man's blue eyes, he wanted to run away from this man that was making him feel afraid. Louis tightened his grip on Harry's chin and watched him wince again as his fingers dug into his smooth chin. 'Answer me,' he growled.

'N-no Sir I, I haven't,' Harry stammered out. Louis kept his grip on Harry's chin, his eyes into those deep green eyes that were sparkling and looking at him with fear. He let go of his chin.

A virgin? A fucking virgin? This beautiful angel has never been touched or fucked? You won the lottery and jack pot Tomlinson!

'Fucking Adam!' Louis growled again as he got up off the couch nearly pushing Harry to the floor. He began walking towards the door. 'I'll tell that mother fucker where to send his next virgin to....' Louis felt a soft hand close around his wrist. He stopped in his tracks and looked down, seeing Harry's long, slender fingers gently wrapped around his wrist. Louis felt his chest tighten and panic begin to rise in his chest, an old familiar fear rising to the surface. He lifted his gaze to Harry who was standing rather too close to him.

Breathe in breathe out. Don't lose your shit in front of him.

'Get your fucking hands off me,' he hissed angrily between clenched teeth.Harry quickly let go of Louis' wrist and took a step back away from him. Louis watched at how Harry trembled and was a nervous wreck in front of him.

Jesus Tomlinson nice going. You are scaring the shit out of him!

'I...I'm s-so sorry Mr. Tomlimson Sir. Please d-don't tell Adam. Please Sir he...he doesn't know I...I'm a virgin and never done this before. P-please Sir he will f-fire me,' Harry begged him, his eyes large and pleading. Harry looked down and away from Louis' gaze feeling ashamed and scared.

'You lied to him?' Louis asked him, his voice dangerously low. Harry swallowed hard.

'I had to,' he said quietly, his eyes cast down. 'Otherwise he wouldn't have hired me.' Louis felt a tug at his insides at the boy's soft,deep voice. Not to mention the fluttering between his stomach and tummy had started up again. What was it about this boy that was making him feel this weird shit?

You like him!

'Look at me,' Louis ordered him and slowly Harry raised his head but did not meet Louis' eyes. Louis could see that Harry's eyes were shining and he swore to himself that if he cried or something he would fucking take off his belt and give him something to cry about. His cock twitched, agreeing with him. Louis ignored his aching dick,which was a first because his dick always came first but Harry was confusing him, making him feel things he never felt before. Louis never felt compassion or pity or anything really for a man whore.They where there to do a job. Like Ryan was. He never felt anything towards Ryan. He was completely indifferent to him and his feelings. He couldn't give a flying fuck. All that mattered was that Ryan served him well. Louis couldn't fathom what it was that was making him lose his anger at this semi naked beautiful boy in front of him.He walked towards him.

'Sit down,' he told him in a gentler voice. 'And put on your shirt.' He had never told anyone to put on their clothes on unless he was kicking them out.

Too many firsts with this lad!

Harry sat down on the couch and slowly put on his shirt, leaving it open. Louis poured two flutes of champagne and handed one to Harry. Harry looked up at him hesitating.

'Drink,' Louis told him calmly, pressing the crystal flute into Harry's hand. Harry took the glass and bit his lower lip. Louis rolled his eyes. 'Don't bite your fucking lip. Drink.' Harry held the glass but did not drink. Louis sat down beside him and looked at him.

'I...we-we're not supposed t-to drink on the job,' Harry told him softly. Louis chuckled.

God he's so fucking innocent. Where the fuck did he come from?

'But it's alright to pretend you're a man whore when you're a virgin?' Harry blushed deeply and Louis felt something warm spread in his guts.

'I'm sorry,' Harry said quietly. Louis rested his back against the back of the couch and crossed one leg over the other and eyed Harry.

'Tell me why I shouldn't just tell Adam since you wasted my time and deprived me of a good fuck?' Louis asked him. He watched as Harry's blush deepened. Louis reckoned he wasn't used to this language.

How much can one person blush? He's fucking fifty shades of pink and red!

'He will fire me and I need this job,' Harry replied honestly. Louis smirked at him.

'You could've done anything...waiter, bartender, dishwasher yet you choose a profession you are clearly not qualified for,' Louis pointed out to him. Harry pressed his plump lips together and Louis wanted to so much take his bottom lip between his own and suck on it.

'This job pays a lot more and I need the money,' Harry admitted, pulling Louis out of his thoughts.

'How much do you earn here Harry?' Louis asked him curiously, wondering how much money one could possibly make, a decent virgin like him working in a place full of hungry beasts who just wanted to fuck him senseless.

'Around £1500 to £1800 a month, depending on tips. It's enough to cover my rent, food and uni.' Louis raised an eyebrow at him.

Fuck this suit I'm wearing costs five times what he makes in a month!

'How old are you and what do you want to become after you graduate?' Harry smiled broadly, the first time he actually smiled since walking into this room and Louis was nearly knocked unconscious when he saw that smile and dimples popping in his cheeks! He felt himself go weak and it freaked him out. He felt a sweat break out all over his body and was finding it hard to breathe.

Now he's a complete angel. Fucking dimples!

'I will soon be 20. I am majoring in English Language and English Literature. I want to become a writer and a photographer,' Harry told him still smiling.

'What kind of photographer?' Louis found himself asking wondering why the fuck he was getting interested in the boy's life. He was only here to fuck him not immerse himself in his pathetic life!

'Any kind really. Models. Nature. Sports. Landscapes. As long as its photography. I like to capture moments and freeze them in time. Those moments will never come again.'

Deep. And intelligent.

'So again I ask you, why this job? You could've done anything really. You seem very intelligent and highly educated yet here you are stripping for men who just want to fuck you and tip you for it. You are a whore.' Louis told him matter of factly. He watched the smile slip off Harry's face and he internally cursed himself for wiping that beautiful smile off his face.

'I don't sell myself for sex,' Harry said quietly. Louis chuckled.

'You don't? Why do you think you were sent in here for then? You should consider yourself lucky you found me who's not interested in taking away your virginity. If it was someone else you would be on your hands and knees by now with a dick pounding up your tight ass.'

God how I want that to be me right now!

He watched Harry blush like crazy. Why did he feel bad saying this to him? That's what Harry was here for, to do his bidding and be fucked so why did it feel bad? Harry swallowed.

'I need this job,' he said softly. 'It pays a lot compared to other jobs I tried out for. I pay my rent and uni and food and I have to sustain my photography myself. We don't have a decent lab at the uni so I develop most of my pictures and it costs. I need to set up my portfolio if I'm to get any kind of decent photography job. This...'Harry paused and Louis could tell that he was ashamed. 'This job is just temporary until I can maybe get an internship at a publishing house or a part time job somewhere where I can do photography.'

Louis could see that Harry was a happy boy who was happy with his life and doing a shit job he didn't like and wasn't qualified for just to earn enough money to get him through university so that he could get his dream jobs once he graduated.

'What about your family? Can't they help you? Where do you come from?'

Why are you asking him all these questions? Where are you going with this?

Harry took in a deep breath and looked into his glass with the sparkling champagne in it. He hadn't even taken a sip and Louis noticed this. He could tell that Harry followed rules and protocol.

'Drink,' Louis told him. 'And I'm not asking.' At his stern voice, Harry took a sip. Louis watched him intently. 'So?' Louis asked him still waiting for Harry to answer his questions.

'I come from Holmes Chapel,' Harry said in his slow deep voice that made Louis tingle all over. 'I am an only child. I went to college in Manchester and worked part time at Starbucks to save money for my trip here.' He stopped and looked down at his glass. Louis furrowed his brow trying to make the story add up in his mind. He was 19 and already has been making life on his own. Didn't he have any parents to look after him and provide for him financially?He just had to ask the next question.

'Didn't your parents help you with college and university?' He watched as Harry's face visibly clouded over and his lower lip trembled lightly.

'No they didn't. My mum got sick with cancer when I was 16. It was about that time that I came out to them that I...I was gay. My mum was okay with it but my dad....' He paused and took in a deep shuddering breath that made his shoulders shake a little. Louis' insides twisted. He felt dread in the pit of his stomach at the word dad. Harry cleared his throat. 'My dad didn't take it too well. He wanted to kick my out but my mum stopped him. At the time she was under going treatment for her cancer but it was too advanced. They told us that she didn't have much time, maybe 6 months tops. My dad, he hated me.He couldn't stand to look at me but he let me stay in the house because he had no other choice. He cut me off financially though even though he's loaded. Sometimes my mum helped me by giving me money behind his back. I couldn't work long hours as I had to take care of her and go with her for her chemo. Their relationship kinda fell apart because of me. My mum loved me regardless and my dad, well he didn't like that. He expected her to disown me too, take his side but my mum stood by me even while she was dying. So I went to school and worked and looked after my mum till she passed away 8 months ago.After the funeral dad kicked me out and said he never wanted to lay eyes on me again. So I moved to Manchester and bunked with my friends Niall and Zayn. They are both a year older than me so they let me crash there. They moved to Uni here before me but they were kind enough to pair the rent so I could stay there till I moved here. Now I share a flat with Niall and Zayn lives with his boyfriend Liam. It was Zayn who got me the job here. He works here too.'

Louis sat stock still as he listened to the tragedy that was the life of Harry yet despite all the hard ships he had been through, he was still a decent happy boy. Something was happening inside of Louis and he didn't like it. It made him feel something towards this boy,something he didn't quite understand. He got up suddenly off the couch and commenced to fix himself and put on his expensive suit jacket. He took out his wallet and handed Harry a tip. Harry looked at the money and then back up at Louis. He stood up to face Louis.

'This is too much,' Harry protested looking at the five 20 pound notes in his hand. 'I didn't do anything to deserve this Mr. Tomlinson. I...I didn't do anything for you. I cannot take this.'

He's so fucking decent and honest.

Louis looked at Harry for a few minutes, studying him. 'Trust me you earned that tip. My advice to you? Quit this job. You are not cut out for this.' Harry gave him a weak smile.

'I wish I could but unfortunately for the time being this is what I must do.' Louis gave him a curt nod and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. He stood for a moment with his back to it and took in a few deep breaths.

What the fuck was that? This has never happened to me before.

When he felt some what a little calmer, he walked down to the main area of the club and found Adam at the bar flirting with a client. He tapped him on the shoulder. Adam turned towards him with a big smile on his face.

'Mr. Tomlinson how did you find the new baby boy? I trust he satisfied your needs? Do I need to call 911 for him?' Louis felt his anger rise.

'Listen here you asshole,' he growled at him and Adam's face soon turned serious. 'Make sure that you keep Harry on the no touching floor. Do you hear? Do not send him to VIP ever again. Understood?'

'Y-yes Sir understood,' Adam stammered. He watched as Louis left the club. Once he got outside, we was glad for the fresh cold air that hit him.He needed to clear his foggy head. He needed to get Harry out of his system. He took out his cigarettes and lit one as he dialed Angus to come and get him and as he waited, all he could think about was the green eyed angel he had left behind.

A/N I DO HOPE YOU LIKE THAT. DO YOU WANT CHAPTER 2?

Chapter Text

You Crawled Under My Skin.

The moment Louis got home, his staff knew better than to get in his way. As soon as he stepped into his large home in Kensington, he began barking orders and slamming things. It was only 10:30 pm and he was sexually frustrated and full of pent up energy and aggression. And what made him angrier was the thought of Harry and the fact that he shouldn't even be thinking about Harry in the first place yet here he was, stomping up his large staircase to the second level of his 30 million pound mansion like a sulking teenager and that infuriated him further.

He stepped into his bedroom and flopped down on his king size bed. He huffed at himself. He didn't know why he even bothered to tell Adam to keep Harry away from VIP. Why had he done that?

Because you like him and don't want him to be touched by anyone, his subconscious threw at him and Louis knew that if his subconscious was a person right now, he would slap it across the mouth. But even if he could, he wouldn't because even though he would never admit it, it was true. He got up off the bed and stormed into his ensuite bathroom undressing as he went letting his clothes fall helter skelter on the way. The maids will clean up after him tomorrow. He placed his phone on the marble top of his vanity, rested his hands on it and let his head hang low between his shoulders. He closed his eyes and immediately Harry popped up behind his eyelids. Louis ground his teeth together, his nails clawing at the cold marble as he tried to dispel the image of the boy from his mind.

He grabbed his phone and went to contacts. He scrolled and stopped at a particular name then hit the call button. After two rings, his call was picked up.

'Its me. Come to the house. Now! Go straight down to the basement and don't be fucking late. I mean it.' He hung up and got into the shower, turning the water to hot. He let it run all over him as he tried to relax but it was doing nothing to soothe him. He knew what he needed to hopefully get him out of this funk. He washed himself quickly then when he was done, he turned off the shower and towelled himself dry. He walked to his bedroom and put on a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of black tailored pants not bothering with shoes or socks. He ran his hands through his hair a couple of times and then headed downstairs to the basement. He met none of his staff on the way and for that he was thankful. He didn't want to have to fire any of them just because he was pissed off and sulking like a school boy.

His basement was his sex room. It was a soundproofed room with walls padded in studded black leather. The floor was carpeted in thick black fitted carpets and those who entered this room had to enter barefooted. The room only held a four poster bed in the middle of the room. The two head posters at the bed had leather handcuffs hanging from them. There was no other furniture in the room save fora rack that held about 50 types of different belts. Louis was not into BDSM. Louis was a plain sadist who got off on pain. It drove him wild to know he was inflicting pain. He didn't use toys or different things like whips, gags and blindfolds. He just used belts. And he never aimed to please any of his men. He never gave them a safe word.They did not come here expecting pleasure from him. They knew what they came here for.

Ashe entered the room, he found Claude already there, barefoot and in his briefs standing at the foot of the bed. Claude kept his eyes to the floor. Louis needed them to be totally submissive and give him full control to exercise his kink. Obviously he paid them well and they took it. Yes he hurt them but he didn't care and they never complained. They always came back so it worked well for Louis.

'Undress,' Louis ordered and immediately Claude removed his underwear.

'Position,' Louis ordered again. Claude turned to face the bed, bent himself at the waist and stretched his arms above his head, lying his torso on the bed and spread his legs. As soon as he was in position, Louis fastened the hand cuffs round his wrists, stretching his arms further. Then he strapped leather handcuffs around his ankles which where hanging from the lower posts of the bed. Louis didn't ask Claude if he was okay. Louis calmly walked over to the rack and fingered the belts, trying to decide on which one to use. Dark memories were creeping up in Louis' mind making him shiver internally. That fear that clawed inside of him which he only dispelled by delivering pain. Pain drove the fear and darkness away.Louis' hand trembled as he reached out and chose a belt, a thick black leather belt 3 inches wide.

He walked over to the bed and stood behind the bent over form of Claude, his ass and back thighs available to Louis. Right then Louis didn't need to imagine that the form before him was Harry. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. He repeated it a few times to calm himself but the echo of long ago memories stirred in him a fear that still haunted him.

'Not a sound,' he told Claude in his strict commanding voice. Claude nodded once. Louis took a step back, raised the belt and rammed it home on Claude's ass. Claude jumped and pressed his lips together to hold any moans or whimpers escaping his mouth. Louis repeatedly brought the belt down on Claude's ass and back of the thighs. Louis was lost somewhere deep inside where the only thing that mattered and gave him satisfaction was the sound of the leather strap hitting the skin over and over and over again. Claude bit down on his lip with each smack, the pain of the biting leather on his skin bringing tears to his eyes.

Louis dropped the leather belt to the carpeted floor, panting hard. He looked at Claude's ass and thighs that had bright red welts on his skin. Louis needed to relieve himself now. He pulled out a condom from his pants pocked, unzipped his trousers and pulled himself out.He rolled the condom on his hard dick and without any lube or prep, he rammed himself deep inside Claude. He heard the boy beneath him gasp at the surprise and pain of the sudden intrusion but that was all the sound that he made. Louis placed his hand flat on his lower back and began rolling his hips, fucking deep and hard into Claude.He closed his eyes tightly shut and tried to block out the images of Harry sprawled out beneath him like this but as much as he tried to not think about Harry, it was to images of Harry's smiling face that he came deep inside of Claude. Once he emptied himself, Louis didn't linger. He pulled himself out of him, took off the condom throwing it into a bin by the bed and after zipping himself up again, he walked out of the room. Jarvis will see to Claude. He always did.Jarvis always took care of them physically and financially.

Louis went up to his bedroom again feeling oddly relaxed and empty, still Harry remained on his mind. He once again went into his bathroom and had another hot shower. This time he took his time, his body relaxing under the hot spray of water. When he was done with his shower, he slipped under the covers naked, loving the feel of his satin sheets on his body. He lay in the middle of his comfortable bed, all fears kept now at bay and as he drifted off into peaceful sleep, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought of Harry.

X

The next morning, Louis woke up to bright sunlight filling his room.Louis was not a morning person. He had forgotten to close the curtains the night before and now sunlight filtered in through his window making the room bright. He groaned and turned over away from the window, pulling the duvet up over his head to create darkness.Just as he settled in to get a bit more sleep, his alarm beeped softly. Another groan as his hand reached out from beneath the duvet and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm. He blinked and looked at the time. 8:15 am.

He huffed, threw back the covers and sat up swinging his feet down off the bed. He was half tempted to take the day off but Louis Tomlinson never took a day off so he got up off to bed to start his morning routine. He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and headed down to his private gym. Louis liked routine. If he kept to his routines it made him feel in control. His life was a plan and he stuck to it. He employed people to make sure that all his routines ran smoothly. He padded down to the gym and started on his work out. He loved to workout and exert his body. His body was his temple and he loved to keep it fit and strong.

After his work out, he padded into the kitchen where he found Mrs. Davis, his cook slash housekeeper.

'Good morning Judy,' Louis told her as he slipped on a bar stool at the breakfast bar. Mrs. Davis turned to him and gave him a warm smile.

'Good morning Mr. Tomlinson,' she told him kindly. 'I trust you slept well?' Louis nodded as he reached for the morning's newspapers that were stacked neatly on the counter top. Mrs. Davis had been with Louis for a very long time and had learned earlier on that he was not a morning person and that he shouldn't be engaged in conversation until he had read the papers and had his breakfast. She had learned all his routines and stuck to them. She was a good cook and housekeeper, recently widowed. Her husband, Mr. Davis, Thomas to Louis, had been the gardener. Mrs. Davis was in her late 50's, her white hair always neat and in place. She had kind grey eyes and always had a smile for everyone. Louis adored her even though he acted like he didn't and Mrs. Davis knew this and loved him as if he was her own son. She watched him as he went through the business sections of the newspapers like he always did as she slipped him a cup of hot black coffee in front of him.

As Louis continued to read, Mrs. Davis prepared his breakfast : 2 blueberry pancakes, no syrup, a bowl of fruit, a glass of fresh orange juice and a tea. She worked in silence, letting him read his papers and when she was done, she carried the food to him. He smiled at her and folded the newspaper.

'Thank you Judy. It smells lovely as always,' he told her as he dug into his food.

'You are welcome Mr. Tomlinson,' she replied with her motherly smile. 'Do I prepare dinner for you for tonight or will you be dining out?' Louis swallowed his food.

'I should be dining home tonight. I don't recall having any dinner engagements. However if any thing pops up I will let you know okay.' Mrs. Davis nodded at him.

'Anything in particular you would like for dinner?' she asked him but Louis shook his head.

'I will leave it up to your capable hands. You never disappoint me.' Mrs. Davis smiled happily. When Louis was done with breakfast, he went back up into his room, undressed and got into the shower. And once in the shower, his mind went back to what he had been trying to avoid thinking about : Harry. His stomach did that thing it had done yesterday, a sort of fluttering and the feeling as if he was free falling where your stomach would just drop to your toes and then go back up. This was stupid and silly.

Sure it is, his subconscious threw at him and Louis rolled his eyes. How was his subconscious even awake at 9 am?

Louis finished his shower and walked into his closet, choosing a royal blue Dolce and Gabbana suit, with a white shirt and a dark blue tie. He dressed slowly finishing his outfit with a pair of platinum cuff links each holding a diamond stud. He took time in drying his hair and quiffing it into perfection. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased with what he saw. He pocketed his phone and headed downstairs where he found Angus waiting in the hallway.

'Good morning Sir,' Angus told him. 'The car is ready out front.'

'Good morning Angus,' Louis told him as he looked at his watch. 9:45 am.Perfectly on time as usual. He should be at his office by 10 am sharp. Louis walked out the front door to greet the day and he was glad to see that the sun was still out considering this was London,though he doubted how much that would last. Still, as he stood on the front steps of his home, he couldn't help but desire to want to take the day off, pick Harry up and go to Hyde Park, walk barefoot on the grass and just spend a lazy day enjoying the sun. Louis dismissed the idea as instantly as it entered his mind. Foolish foolish idea.

Or is it?

Ashe slipped into the back seat of his Bentley, he realized that he didn't know much about Harry. He didn't even know his last name or where he lived.

Obsessing much?

Louis groaned internally wanting desperately to slap his subconscious in the mouth more than ever. He made a mental note to call Morrison, his PI as soon as he got to his office. The drive to work went smoothly. Louis knew that office hours started at 9 am but he chose to start at 10 am, giving him ample time to avoid rush hour traffic. He hated being stuck in traffic and whenever he did, that put him in a sour mood. Angus stopped the car in front of TGE and got out to open his boss' door. Louis thanked him and headed inside, checking his time.10 am sharp. That made him feel good. He still had control over his life. Harry had not done any damage.

Or so you think!

He would've shouted out a fuck you to his subconscious but he was in the middle of his building's foyer which was bustling with people and he would've looked like a right lunatic if he was shouting out curse words at himself. He went to the elevator and got in, pressing the button to his floor. Beethoven's 'Romanza' played in the elevator as it climbed to the 28th floor. The music was soothing and it calmed Louis, preparing him mentally for the day ahead. The elevator dinged open on his floor and no sooner he stepped outside Lynn greeted him.

'Good morning Mr. Tomlinson,' she told him as she walked with him towards his office.

'Good morning Lynn. How was your night?' he asked her.

'It was fine Sir. I trust yours was good?' Louis smiled.

'I can say it was interesting,' he told her as he pushed open the door to his office and stepped behind his large glass desk and sat in his executive leather chair. His office had floor to ceiling windows which offered him an amazing view over Canary Wharf. Sometimes he just loved to look outside at the people going by their day, at the tourists milling about or at the queues piling up near the O2 Arena waiting for some concert or show. Sometimes he wished he could do things like they did but then again Louis knew he was nothing like them. He had never been to a concert. He had never traveled for leisure, only for business. His life was made up of work and control.His only escape was his basement. Lynn's voice brought him back from his wanderings.

'I have your chai latte here with extra cinnamon just as you like it,' she was telling him. Louis smiled at her.

'Thank you Lynn. So what's on the agenda today?' Lynn sat down opposite him,crossed her legs and tapped away at her tablet. She began narrating to him all the appointments of the day but Louis zoned out again and his mind drifted slowly to Harry. His mind was being an idiot, making up scenarios all involving Harry. Louis wondered what he was doing now. Probably already in class at some lecture. Was he with his friends? What were his hobbies? What did he do in his free time when he wasn't working at Garland's? The thought of Harry at Garland's made Louis' stomach feel like it was clenching on empty. Why did the thought unnerve him so much? Harry was nothing to him. So why did Louis feel unsettled and couldn't get him off his mind?

You're crushing!

Louis scoffed internally at the idea. Crushing! He wasn't some teenage boy pining after this kid. He was Louis Tomlinson, adult, CEO of his own company. He never crushed. He didn't even know what crushing was or what it felt like.

It feels just like how you are feeling, his subconscious threw at him.

'Mr. Tomlinson did you hear what I said?' Lynn was asking him and Louis had to literally drag himself out of his day dreaming and focus on his secretary who was sitting in front of him giving him a weird look.

'I'm sorry Lynn. I must have zoned out. I have a lot on my mind and I can feel a headache coming on,' he lied.

'I will get you something for your headache but just reminding you that you have a Skpye call with Marshall in the L.A branch in 20 minutes.The executive from Apple is coming in at 1:30 pm and the executive from Microsoft is coming in at 2:30 pm so I will order lunch in for you. What would you like today?'

'I think I'll have Sushi,' Louis told her as Lynn typed that down in her tablet.

'Right,' she told him as she got up. 'Anything else I can do for you Mr. Tomlinson?'

'Ah yes Lynn can you please be a dear and get me Morrison on the line?'

'Sure thing,' she told him with a smile as she left the office, leaving Louis in peace and quiet. Louis booted up his computer, getting ready for his Skype call with Marshall his head of office in the L.A branch. Marshall was on time and for that Louis was thankful. He always installed it in his employees that punctuality was key and that an agreed time should be stuck to. Besides, tardiness pissed him off and today he was already in a pissy mood so he didn't need anything to make it any worse.

Just as he was finishing up his Skype call with Marshall, Lynn popped her head into his office.

'Morrison is on line 2,' she told him and left again. Louis picked up the phone and pressed the number 2 button.

'Hey Morrison,' he said into the phone. 'I need you to do a job for me. I have this client working at Garland's. His name is Harry. No I don't have his last name. I need a back ground check on him and his family plus I need to know which University he attends, where he lives and his friends. I would appreciate your discretion about this like always. Yes some photographs would be good. I need to know who he hangs out with. I like to know my employees. Thank you Morrison and hope to hear from you A SAP.' Louis hung up. What the hell was he even doing?

Checking his friends? His hangouts? His home? His past? Maybe even wanting to know if he has a boyfriend too! His subconscious sneered at him.

Louis decided to ignore his obnoxious subconscious and carry on with his day, even though he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything for more that two minutes straight without his mind wandering off to Harry.

At 12:45 pm, Lynn came in with his lunch, placing his Sushi on the desk in front of him. Louis nibbled at his food because he found that he hardly had any appetite. His stomach was doing the funny and he could hardly eat. He checked his phone repeatedly for any messages from Morrison but there was nothing. He was getting impatient and nervous. What was taking him so long? He had called him over two hours ago so what was the hold up? Louis wanted to text him but he didn't want to seem too eager. He pushed his lunch away and buzzed Lynn to get him a double espresso.

By 1:30 pm sharp, Louis was in his boardroom, sitting at the head of the conference table with the Apple executive, his lawyer and his assistant ready to discuss business. Louis had his own lawyer present and Lynn who was there to take notes and remind him of anything he might miss. This meeting had a deadline as in an hour he had to meet with the people from Microsoft but the Apple people were dragging this out and it was grating on Louis' nerves. He couldn't even check his damn phone to see if there was word from Morrison. By the end of the hour, they hadn't managed to close a deal.

Louis took a short break and told Lynn to inform the people of Microsoft that he would be with them in a minute. He rushed to his office, in need of a mental break. He poured himself a Highland Park 50 year old single malt and swallowed it in one gulp. The feeling of the hot whiskey going down his throat revived him. It settled in the pit of his stomach hoping that the damn butterflies in there would get drunk off the liquor and stop fluttering. He checked his phone but there was nothing from Morrison yet. Damn it! Louis headed back to the boardroom and found everyone already seated there. He sat down at the head of the table and the discussions started up again.

Louis gazed out of the floor to ceiling window and noticed that it was no longer sunny outside. Dark grey clouds where gathering, hanging low on the horizon promising rain. Typical, he thought to himself. He heard the Microsoft executive talk and talk but he really couldn't be buggered to hear what he was saying. They both wanted his product and he was only interested in closing the best deal that profited his company. He didn't give a shit if it was Apple or Microsoft that took his software. He was getting tired of this bickering back and forth and meetings upon meetings. He should just let them fight it out and the winner will close the deal with TGE. Thankfully, the meeting came to a close, without yet another done deal. Louis huffed and walked back into his office followed by Lynn.

'Shall I re-schedule meetings with them Sir?' Lynn asked him. Louis ran a hand through his hair. His shoulders and neck hurt and his head throbbed. He felt on edge. He looked at Lynn.

'Schedule with Apple. I like their deal better. If Microsoft don't upgrade their shit deal we will close it with Apple. I'm tried of going back and forth. Marshall just informed me that the new gaming system the techs over there are creating should be finalized by the end of next month so I want to close this deal before we introduce our next product. Schedule them in for Thursday at noon.'

'Yes Sir,' Lynn told him as she typed everything in her tablet. 'Will there be anything else Sir?'

'Can you please be a dear and get me a tea and some paracetamol. Also see if you can book me a massage session with Andre for tonight.'

'Sure thing Sir,' Lynn told him as she got up and walked out of the office. Louis sat down heavily in his chair and checked his phone. Nothing from Morrison. He was debating whether to go to Garland's tonight.

Twice in a row? his subconscious threw at him. That is so not your style.

Louis had to admit that that was true. He visited Garland's maybe twice a month, not twice in a week. He usually took his pleasures at home down in his basement but the urge to go to Garland's was nagging at him.

Admit it. You want to see that angel again. Louis slammed his hand down forcefully down on the desk.

'Fuck,' he growled out loudly. 'Fuck this shit!' Just then his desk phone buzzed and Lynn's voice came through.

'Sir I have Marc Jacobs on Skype. He wants a word. Shall I put him through?' Louis sighed heavily. He could do with a distraction.

'Yeah Lynn put him though,' Louis told her as he connected to Skype. Soon his ex and still best friend smiled at him from the camera on his computer.

'Louis!!!' Marc greeted him.

'Hey Marc what's up?' Louis asked him.

'How are you peaches? You look flustered. Are you getting enough sleep and exercise?' Louis smiled at him.

'I am. I'm just stressed out with this deal I have been trying to close with no success right up to an hour ago.' Marc pouted.

'Who are these assholes making my baby all stressed out?' Louis chuckled.

'I'm not your baby now what do you want? And why are you even up at 8 am?'

'Well sweetie that is why I called. I am up because I haven't slept yet since yesterday as I am working on my new collection which I will be show casing in London in 3 weeks and I was wondering if I could exhibit my collection and models in a small pre-show private party for the elite only at your beautiful house?'

'How many elite people are we talking about?' Louis asked him playfully. He knew Marc well enough to know that his reference to small was not small at all. Marc smiled sheepishly at him.

'Not too many my darling but you won't have to lift a finger to do anything. I will take care of everything. All you have to do is allow me the use of your home and be present to charm the pants off my clients.' Marc batted his eyelashes at Louis in supplication. Louis laughed.

'Okay sure. Just send me the details of when its to take place yeah.'

'Sure thing my darling. I owe you one. Thank you so much Louis. Love you sweetie,' Marc told him as he blew him kisses.

'Yeah yeah whatever,' Louis told him playfully. He disconnected. As he did, his desk phone buzzed again. Fucking hell was there no end in sight to this day? He looked at his watch. 5 pm.

'Yes Lynn,' he said.

'Sir I have Morrison Gates here to see you. Shall I send him in?' Louis sat up straight in his chair as if he had been struck by lightening.

'Yes Lynn send him in right away.' Louis got up and walked to the front of his desk just as Morrison opened the door and entered his office.Louis extended his hand which Morrison took and shook, his grip firm. Morrison was ex-military in his early fifties. He had left the army with honors and after he had retired he had become a private investigator.

'Morrison thank you for coming,' Louis told him, indicating for him to take a seat on his leather couch. Louis sat opposite him. 'Can I get you anything?' Louis asked him.

'A Scotch will do,' Morrison replied as he settled back in the soft leather couch. Louis got up and poured himself and Morrison two whiskeys from an assortment he had on a trolley by the door. Louis sat back down and handed a glass to Morrison as he took a sip of his own.

'So I ran a back ground check on the employee you asked me,' Morrison told him and Louis felt his interest spike. 'His full name is Harry Edward Styles. He was born in Bromsgrove, Worchestershire to Des and Anne Styles nee Cox. They moved to Holmes Chapel when Harry who is an only child was 7 years old. He attended Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School and later to The Manchester College. He worked at Starbucks for a few months. Mother passed away 8 months ago from cancer. His father owns various car dealerships businesses in Holmes Chapel,Manchester, Rochdale, Liverpool and one in Newcastle.' Louis ground his teeth together causing his jaw to ache. So this mother fucker was rich and he didn't want to help his son simply because he was gay and Harry had to resort to degrading himself to earn money to get himself through University and graduate to follow his dreams. Louis felt the anger bubble deep inside of him. Morrison took in a deep breath and continued.

'Harry attends The University of London.' Louis was impressed. It was an expensive University no wonder Harry needed that job. Louis was glad that even though Harry was degrading himself to work at his club, he was putting his education first and that was admirable on his part.

'Goon,' Louis urged him. Morrison opened an envelope and pulled out a stack of 5x5 black and white prints and began spreading them on the table in front of Louis.

'This is Harry this morning,' Morrison told him pointing to a smiling Harry walking on campus, with his hair up in a bun, sunglasses on his nose,a back pack slung on his shoulder, wearing black skinny jeans, a white tee shirt and a pair of boots. Louis' heart stuttered in his chest taking him completely by surprise, Harry's beautiful face and smile slamming into him yet again just as they had done yesterday.Morrison pointed to another guy walking and laughing beside Harry.

'This is Niall Horan, 21 from Mullinghar Ireland. He is Harry's best friend and flat mate. They share a flat in Edgware Road corner with Praed Street.' Louis looked at Niall and felt something close to annoyance that the blonde boy was laughing with Harry and that Harry looked completely relaxed with him. Morrison showed him a few more shots of Harry with Niall coming out of Starbucks and milling on campus. He then pushed another picture of Harry this time with a different guy. Morrison tapped his finger on the person.

'Nicholas Grimshaw, 21 majoring in Economics and Politics. Also runs the Universitie's magazine and studying to become a photographer like Harry. He is more advanced in photography than Harry is, having had some of his pictures published in magazines and newspapers. He works part time as a DJ on BBC Radio 1. He lives in a converted warehouse flat in Chelsea. He and Harry are tight. Don't know if he's more than a friend. I can dig deeper if you want me to.' Louis glared at Nicholas. He hated him on sight. This guy came from rich parents and he was tight with Harry. How tight? Morrison spread out the last few photos which showed Harry sitting at a lunch table outside under a tree. Niall sat on his left and Nicholas was cuddled into his right side, far too close for Louis' comfort. In front of them sat two other blokes with their arms around each other. Morrison tapped his finger on them.

'Liam Payne and Zayn Malik both 21. They are in a relationship. Have been together for the last 2 years. They share a flat in Aldgate. Zayn works at Garland's and it was him who got Harry the job. Liam works at Costa Cafe/Waterstone's book store in Trafalgar Square. They are both majoring in Law.' Louis looked at all the photos spread out before him. This was Harry's life. All Harry's friends. And for the first time in his life, Louis felt jealous. It was an alien feeling to him. He never felt jealous of anything or anyone. He had it all. Had everything. All he needed or wanted he could easily get. But he didn't have Harry.

'Will that be all Sir?' Morrison asked him pulling him out of his thoughts. Louis focused on Morrison, took the last swallow of his whiskey and pursed his lips.

'I just need one more favor,' Louis told him.

'Name it,' Morrison told him.

'I need you to run Mr. Des Styles out of business. I don't care how its done and I don't care how much it costs, I just want the man ruined. Be discreet in what you do and in who you engage. Make sure nothing comes back to me. Is that clear?' Morrison gave him a smile.

'Leave it to me Sir. It will be done.' They both got up, shook hands and Morrison left the office. Louis sat back down again and picked up the picture of Harry where he was smiling wide with Niall.

'What the fuck have you done to me?' Louis asked the picture as he traced the contours of his face with his index finger. Louis was torn. He wanted to go to Garland's to see him again though he didn't quite know what good would that do to him. He didn't know how to behave around the boy. This was unfamiliar territory to him. He knew that if he went to Garland's again, it would raise suspicions. Besides, it was not part of his routine. His days at Garland's were usually the first Monday of each month and the last Thursday of each month and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn't going to let this...this boy mess up his carefully constructed life. No, Louis decided, this folly had to stop. He grabbed all the pictures and stuffed them back in the envelope and threw them in the bottom drawer of his desk. He poured himself another whiskey and knocked it back in one gulp. However, he had one more thing to do. He buzzed Lynn and asked her to come into his office which she did right away.

'You need anything Sir?' she asked him. Louis smiled at her.

'When was the last time we made someone happy Lynn?' he asked her.

'You mean as in philanthropy Sir?'

'Yes,' Louis told her.

'Let me check Sir,' Lynn told him as she scrolled through her tablet. She found the folder she was looking for and double tapped it. A spreadsheet opened up.

'Well,' she told him, 'there was the donation to the Eden Dora fund trust at the beginning of the month. You funded the new children's wing at the Great Ormond Hospital two weeks ago and just last week you sent medical and food assistance in Syria. Do you have anything in mind Sir?' Lynn asked him.

'Yes Lynn in fact I do,' Louis told her. 'I want you to contact the dean of The University of London and tell him that TGE will be funding their new Photography Lab. Inform the dean that as of next week I will send in technicians and workers to renovate the lab and equip it with the latest technology in digital photography and photographic development. Please notify the dean that I expect this project to be completed within 2 weeks of its commencement and that when it is finalized I will visit the premises myself to make sure that everything is satisfactory to the University.' Lynn typed everything into her tablet then looked at Louis.

'Will that be all Sir?' she asked him.

'Yes Lynn thank you,' Louis told her as he looked at his watch. 6:45 pm. 'Oh and Lynn, I think I will be heading out home a little early today. I feel knackered.'

'Sure thing Sir,' Lynn told him as she walked out of the office. Louis sat down in his chair and felt pleased with himself. That will be the end of Harry and he felt good that he had actually done something that the boy will benefit from. Louis felt a little more at ease, now that he was beginning to get Harry out of his system. He called Angus to come and pick him up. He wanted to go home, open a bottle of red wine, put on some Chopin, have a long hot bath, then have dinner,maybe watch a movie and have an early night. Alone. Like he has always done. So why did today didn't feel as satisfactory as it usually does?

X

It was three days later that Louis found himself being driven to Garland's after work. His resolve had broken and he had smashed his routine to hell but he just had to go. For the past three days he had been anxious and on edge and his mind kept on going to HarryHarryHarry fucking Harry! He had been distracted and he figured that since today he had finally closed the deal with Apple, he had an excuse to celebrate and what other way to celebrate was there than to go to Garland's?

Louis sat in the back seat as Angus drove him across the city towards Soho.He was excited and nervous and his insides where doing a lot of funny things to him. When Angus stopped the car and informed him that they had arrived, Louis nearly jumped out of his skin. He thanked Angus and got out. When he got to the door, the security didn't hide the fact that they were surprised to see him. They had also gotten into his routine visits and this was not one of them. Louis said hello to them and walked inside.

Louis walked over to the bar where Adam was and tapped him on the shoulder. Adam turned and the look on his face was priceless, so much so that it made Louis laugh.

'Mr. Tomlinson!' Adam exclaimed. 'What are you doing here? Today is not your usual day.'

'Thank you for pointing out the obvious Adam. I happened to close a very important deal today and I came to celebrate,' Louis told him as he motioned the bartender over. 'I'll have a Glennfiddich double on the rocks please.' The bar tender nodded and went to get him his drink. Adam swallowed. Louis made him nervous.

'Uhm Ryan is off today,' Adam told him, treading waters carefully. 'If I knew you were coming I would've booked him for you.' Louis shrugged.

'It's quite fine Adam relax,' he told him as he took a sip of his drink and scanned the floor. It was a busy night. A strip show was set to start at midnight. All the tables on the floor where almost full, with men flirting with the boys and getting lap dances. Suddenly Louis' eyes zeroed in on Harry. He was giving a guy a lap dance, dressed only in a pair of tiny silver boxers. Louis' heart leaped to his throat, his stomach tumbled to his toes, his brain lost all sense of logical reason and the butterflies inside him went bat shit crazy. He watched transfixed as Harry stood over the man, straddling him but not sitting on him, both his hands resting on the man's shoulders as he moved seductively over him to 'Partition' by Beyonce. Louis' mouth fell open as he watch Harry circling his hips over the man, his bare chest glistening under the dim lights. His hair was down and Louis felt as if his breath had left him when he watched Harry flick his hair off his shoulders. The man sitting in the chair was salivating as he looked up at Harry and ran one of his hands up the inside of Harry's thigh. Louis watched as Harry jumped back and little and removed the man's hand. The man grinned at him and licked his lips. Louis' blood boiled. That asshole was looking at Harry as if he was apiece of meat.

He's doing his job, his subconscious reminded him.

Louis watched on as Harry continued to grind his hips seductively over the man. Louis watched as Harry sat down on the man's lap straddling him and Louis watched as Harry ground down his hips on the man and Louis was sure that the old geezer had a boner for Harry and was pushing it up against Harry's ass. Louis curled his fingers into tight fists as he watched the show but when he saw the man grab Harry's ass with both his large hands and pull him over his dick while Harry struggled to get off of him, Louis lost his shit. He walked over to the man and manhandled Harry off of him. He turned to the stunned man.

'Don't you fucking know that this is a no touch zone? You don't fucking touch the dancers asshole,' Louis yelled in his face. The man looked taken aback. Harry looked at Louis in shocked surprise. By this time Adam was next to Louis.

'What the hell is going on here?' Adam demanded. Louis turned to face him, his face red with rage.

'This fucking cunt was touching Harry in a non appropriate way,' Louis shouted pointing his finger in the man's face. The man stood up and looked at Louis.

'The whore didn't seem to mind it so why should you?' he spat at Louis and that was it. Louis threw himself at them man but security was faster than him and they held him back.

'He's not a whore you piece of shit!' Louis yelled at him. Harry stood stock still as he watched Louis in his expensive suit wrestle to get out of the hold the security guy had on him. Adam turned to the man in question.

'Sir you know well enough that this is a no touching area. If you wish to spend private time with Harry than that can be arranged. Mr. Tomlinson is part owner of the club and is strict to rules. Now Sir,might I offer you a complimentary bottle of champagne and perhaps a VIP room?' The man grinned at Louis and looked at Harry, licking his lips. Harry felt the blood go to his feet. Possibly Adam was going to send him with this man to VIP?

'That sounds wonderful,' the man said. He held out his hand to Harry.'Shall we?' Harry looked from the man to Adam to Louis who was looking furious but since none of them said anything, he quietly took the man's hand and let him lead him to the VIP rooms. Before he went up the stairs, he gave Louis a pleading look and Louis knew exactly what he had to do. Once the security let him go he turned his rage on Adam.

'Did I not strictly fucking tell you to not send Harry to VIP?' he growled. Adam licked his lips.

'Yes you did but he is here to do a job and sometimes he has to be sent to VIP as well. It is not fair for the others.....'

'I don't give a fuck about the others,' Louis yelled, attracting more attention from their clients. 'Go up there and get Harry out of that VIP and send him to mine.' Adam shook his head slowly.

'Mr. Tomlinson, he is paying good money for Harry. Harry is in big demand you see.' Louis chuckled darkly.

'I'll triple whatever that prick is paying you now go fucking get him and see that that piece of trash has his membership reversed. I don't want him in my club again. Got it?' Adam nodded as he began walking towards VIP. Louis called the bartender over and asked for another drink then told him to send up a bottle of champagne to his VIP. Once he downed the drink, Louis made his way upstairs. He found Harry already in his room, standing awkwardly in his tiny silver boxers. Louis closed the door behind him and eyed him.

'I'm s-s-so sorry.....' Harry began but Louis cut him off.

'Did I fucking tell you you could speak?' he yelled and he saw Harry visibly shrink away from him. Louis didn't know why he was mad at Harry because Harry hadn't really done anything to deserve his anger. A knock on the door disturbed his thoughts. Louis opened the door and found one of the boys with his bottle of champagne and 2 flutes.Louis took them and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and placed the items on the table. He took off his jacket and his tie, un-buttoning the top two buttons of his shirt then he sat down.

'Come here,' he ordered Harry and Harry was quick to obey walking over to stand by Louis. Louis rolled his eyes. 'Sit for fucks sake.' Louis watched Harry as he sat down next to him. He was shaking a little and Louis knew that he scared him. He wanted to reach out and touch him,touch that beautiful skin but something held him back. 'Are you alright?' Louis asked him a little more gently. Harry looked at him with his big green eyes.

'Yes. Thank you,' he said softly. Before Louis knew what was happening,Harry leaned over and placed his lips on his. Louis froze and didn't move. Harry's lips were soft and plump and warm as they gently moved over his. Louis never kissed any of his boys. Ever. He found himself responding to Harry's lips though, moving his own against Harry's. He lifted his hand and placed it behind Harry's neck pulling him closer.Harry parted his lips for Louis and Louis didn't have to think twice before he plunged his tongue into Harry's warm mouth. Harry moaned into his mouth and Louis felt as if his whole body had been set on fire. Harry moved his body without breaking the kiss and straddled Louis' lap and Louis honestly thought that he had just died and gone to heaven. He placed his hands on Harry's hips but didn't pull him closer.

They continued to kiss, their kiss getting sloppier and hotter. Harry rolled his hips gently over Louis and their cocks brushed together and this time it was Louis' turn to moan at the contact. Harry was hard. He could feel him grinding against him. Louis didn't know what to do. He never did this kind of shit. This was all new to him and he really didn't know what to make of it. Harry broke the kiss and looked down at Louis, both of them panting hard.

'I want to do something for you,' Harry told him hoarsely and Louis felt his voice go straight to his painfully hard dick.

'You don't have to,' Louis told him. He knew that Harry was a virgin and that he had never been touched and even though he wanted to fuck him so bad, he didn't want Harry to feel obliged that he had to do anything as some sort of payment. Harry slid off his lap and got on his knees between Louis' legs.

'I want to,' he told him, looking up at him from beneath his lashes as he fumbled to undo Louis' belt. He was still clumsy and his hands shook but that was Harry. That was what had enthralled Louis in the first place; his innocence and clumsiness. Louis held his breath as he felt Harry un-button his pants and unzip him. Louis knew that Harry had never done this before and he didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. He gently touched his hair, twirling a lock around his finger. His hair was so very soft.

'Hey, you really don't have to,' he told him again. He could feel the boy trembling. Harry didn't say a word. He just pulled Louis' dick out of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his length. Louis held his breath as he felt Harry's hand moved slowly up and down on him, stroking him.

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!

This was so innocent. Louis' sex life and drive were no match for this but Louis felt sure that he was going to come really really soon and that would be embarrassing. The boy was only pumping him for God's sake and he was barely doing it right. Just then Harry bent down his head and licked at Louis' head making Louis jump.

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!

Harry looked up at him as he continued to lick at his leaking head, his pink tongue darting out and licking and swirling around Louis. Louis felt the beginning of his orgasm coiling in his lower abdomen.Suddenly Harry took him in his mouth and Louis almost let out a high pitched scream when he felt his hot wet mouth around him. Harry bobbed his head up and down slowly, taking as much of Louis as he could. He wasn't an expert at giving head but for the first time it wasn't too bad.

Louis couldn't resist bucking up his hips and he felt his dick hit the back of Harry's throat and watched the boy gag hard. He watched as his eyes watered, the tears spilling on his cheeks. He looked so beautiful with his sinful mouth wrapped around his dick. Harry continued to suck and bop his head up and down Louis' dick and Louis couldn't hold it any longer. He stroked Harry's hair loving the feel of it.

'I'm...I'm coming Harry....just mo-move,' he managed to croak out but Harry didn't budge. He continued to suck Louis off until Louis came hard down his throat. He watched Harry gag and choke on his cum and he felt awfully bad for him but damn it was good. When Harry finally pulled his mouth off him, Louis tried to regain control of his senses. Harry wiped his mouth and sat back up next to Louis.

'W-was that okay?' he asked him shyly and Louis thought he might just fall apart from this boys innocence. He gave him a smile.

'It was good,' he told him as he tucked himself back into his boxers and did his pants back up. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Harry, who took a drink right away. Louis figured he wanted to get the taste of his cum out of his mouth. It was then that Louis noticed how hard Harry was. Harry was trying to hide his erection by placing his hands in his lap. Louis was once again at an utter loss.He had never had to deal with his partners. He didn't care if they got off or not. It wasn't his business to please them but Harry....Harry was Harry and for the first time in his life Louis wanted to touch someone. He cleared his throat not really knowing howto do this.

'Do you...uhm need help with that?' Louis asked him.

'Wow Nicholas Sparks could really write a romantic novel about you and your romantic ways!

Harry blushed deeply and looked down, try to cover himself up.

'I..I...no its alright Sir,' he stammered.

Help him asshole!

Louis scooted a little closer to Harry and placed his hand on his bare thigh. This was too intimate for his liking. He's never been intimate before but he reckoned that there was a first for everything.

'If you want to...I can,' Louis told him softly and Harry raised his eyes and found Louis looking at him intently. God he wanted Louis to touch him! Harry nodded once. Louis felt excitement course through him.Harry was allowing him to touch him. He was going to be the first to touch him. Louis took his glass and placed it on the table.

'Lie back,' he instructed him and Harry obeyed right away. Louis loved how Harry obeyed him, that he was such a good sub without even knowing it. Harry lay back on the couch and it was wide enough for Louis to lie down next to him. After all these couches were made to have multiple people lie down on them. For the first time ever, Louis wasn't quite sure what to do. Was this simply just part of the job for Harry? Was he going to this with somebody else? The thought caused Louis' stomach to tighten in anger and his mood to turn dark.

Why are you being so possessive? He's not yours. Anyone can touch him or fuck him.

'Do you want me to touch you?' Louis asked him trying to put some distance to what he was feeling. He had to ask because he didn't know what Harry was expecting from him.

'Yes,' Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper yet Louis still hesitated. He didn't want to get attached to this boy yet he felt like he already was. Harry saw the confusion on his face and gently touched Louis' cheek.

'Its alright you know,' he told him quietly. 'I trust you.' Louis blinked as if trying to understand Harry's words. He trusted him? Louis nodded as if to himself and slipped his hand inside Harry's boxer without giving it another second thought. The boy was big. Louis gripped him tightly and Harry hissed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. The column of his neck was exposed and Louis couldn't help himself. He leaned down and licked a stripe up Harry's neck as he began to move his hand up and down Harry's hard dick.Louis watched his face. He had never seen someone's face while he pleasured them because he never did. But Harry was something else.His plump lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly.

'Please Sir,' he whispered and once again Louis nearly lost his shit. He could feel himself getting hard again at just seeing the boy's face and hearing his soft moans and please. Louis pumped him a little faster while he began sucking a love bite at the side of his neck.

'Mine,' Louis growled against the hot skin of Harry's neck. Harry was panting hard now feeling like he was close to his orgasm bucking up his hips into Louis' fist.

'Yours Sir,' he breathed as Louis pumped him harder and faster. 'Just yours. Ah I'm..I'm close Sir,' he panted out.

'Come for me,' Louis whispered hotly in his ear and Harry came undone at Louis' touch and Louis looked at his beautiful orgasm face, felt his body tremble as he rode it out and that to Louis was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or experienced. When Harry came to, Louis was already sitting up fully dressed and sipping his champagne. Harry sat up and fixed himself the best he could. He needed a shower because he felt all sticky. Louis watched him carefully.

Ask him if he's alright. He is not your whore.

Louis ignored his subconscious and got up. He looked at his watch. 11:00 pm. He needed to get home and call one of his boys. He needed a good fuck after all this emotional shit. He fished out a 100 pound tip and placed them on the couch next to Harry's thigh.

'Well I have to go,' Louis told him.

'Y-You don't need to tip me Sir,' Harry told him softly. Louis smiled.

'I want to. At least you earned it today.'

'Wow smooth talker really.

Harry nodded but said nothing. Louis cleared his throat.

'I will make sure Adam will not send you to VIP again. The only VIP you will visit is when I'm here. Understood?'

'Yes Sir,' Harry replied not lifting his head. Louis walked out without another word to Harry and when the door closed behind him, Harry felt what it was like to be a whore. He had told Mr. Tomlinson that he did not sell his body for sex and he had just done exactly that. Harry felt low and used but what did he expect? He should've known better than to take a liking to Mr. Tomlinson. He would be a fool to think that he mattered anything to a man like him. Mr. Tomlinson was rich and famous and he was just a boy struggling in this world to make something of himself while selling his body to get there. Men like Mr. Tomlinson didn't fall for people like him. All he was to Mr. Tomlinson was his personal whore.

Chapter Text

Testing Waters.

Harry sat at the usual lunch table he shared with his friends outside under the tree and waited for his friends to arrive. It was cold today but Harry never minded the cold. He was a winter person. He zipped up his brown aviator jacket and waited as his laptop took its sweet time to boot up. It was old and he needed a new one but he couldn't afford it. He could barely afford life as it was right now. He was eternally grateful that his friends helped him every now and then. Sometimes Niall let him skip rent. And sometimes Liam bought him lunch. And other times Nick would give him some extra money. It was hard Harry knew that and it would be easier if he would quit Uni and just got a full time decent job but he had dreams and he wanted to pursue them. He couldn't just give up.

His job at Garland's mostly went to pay for his tuition. Sometimes he was late in paying his rent and there were many things he went by without. In fact, he went by without a lot of things but Harry looked at the bigger picture. Yes, he was suffering and struggling now but once he graduated and got a good job and started writing, all would be okay and he would be able to repay his friends for all the help that they were giving him now.

His lap top booted slowly and his mind wandered. He thought that maybe he should tell Adam to let him do VIP. Those who did VIP earned a lot more money. Last week while he was in the dressing room, he heard Justin boast that a client had given him a 500 pound tip for a fuck! Harry's mind began working. If he did VIP at least twice a week and got that amount of tips plus his wage, he would be comfortable financially. How bad could it possibly be to let a man fuck you? How long could it last? But deep down Harry knew he was not cut out for this. As much as he needed the money, he couldn't bring himself to do this. His mum had raised him better than this and he already felt guilty enough about what he was doing let alone if he were to take it any farther.

Then there was Mr. Tomlinson. The thought of him saddened Harry down to the marrow. Ever since their last encounter which was a week ago, Mr. Tomlinson hadn't stepped foot at Garland's. All week Harry had waited for him to walk in through the doors. A whole week while Harry had given lap dances and strip shows he had looked at the doors and waited for him to walk through, but he never did and Harry didn't know why that saddened him. He couldn't help but think that he had done a poor job of giving Mr. Tomlinson head but he had no experience in these sort of things. He was willing to learn though. For him. For Mr. Tomlinson. Harry felt the need to please the man, to make him proud of him even though to him he was just another whore.

It made him sad. He knew he wasn't a whore and it killed him that Mr. Tomlinson saw him and treated him as such. What he did with Mr. Tomlinson was from feeling, a feeling that Harry had had the moment he had laid eyes on him. Yes Mr. Tomlinson scared him. Yes he was strict and controlling and demanding and had a fierce temper and Harry didn't even begin to pretend that beneath all that was a kinder gentler person. Only Harry didn't need to pretend because he had seen snippets of the kind gentle Mr. Tomlinson and that's what drew Harry to him. Harry closed his eyes and remembered the way Mr. Tomlinson had touched him. He had been so gentle and Harry had trusted him with his body. It had been the first time he had let anyone touch him. It had been the first time that he had been made to come by someone else's hand. A shiver went through Harry's body at the memory.

Harry shook his head and scolded himself for being so stupid and so silly. This was not 'Pretty Woman.' The rich guy was not going to fall in love with the whore. End of. And Harry knew he had to stop daydreaming about Mr. Tomlinson.

His laptop finally booted up and it took another twenty minutes for his photo shop program to open. He needed to edit a few photos to enter them into a competition. The winner would get his photos published for a whole month in their weekly issue of a photography magazine so Harry figured that if he won, he would get to share 4 of his best photos and maybe someone would see them and offer him some kind of job where he would get to take photos. Wasn't a big possibility that he'd win but he had to try.

Niall was the first to arrive at the table and sat down next to Harry.

'Hey bud how's it going?' Niall asked him when he saw the frown on his face. Harry sighed deeply.

'This laptop is in its last stages of life and I need to edit some photos to enter a competition hoping I will win which I am pretty sure I won't,' Harry told him frustrated. Niall clapped him on the back.

'Dude I told you you can use mine if you need it.' Harry looked at his friend sadly.

'I feel like a charity case Niall. You guys help me so much and right now I can't repay you and I feel awful for it.' Niall wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

'Don't you ever ever refer to yourself as a charity case again. I mean it Haz. It could be me that needed the help and I'm pretty sure you would offer it to me. You are not just my best friend, you are my brother and I got you yeah.' Harry felt a lump close around his throat. He was feeling too much and he was overly sensitive and emotional. He bit back the tears that were threatening to fall. Niall felt him shudder in his arms. He moved back a little and looked at him.

'What is it Haz? You've been in a funk for a while now but I didn't want to pry since you didn't look like you were going to tell me anything. Is something wrong besides the stuff I know about?' Harry swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and shook his head at Niall not trusting himself to talk. How could he possibly tell him about Mr. Tomlinson and his feelings for him? How could he tell him that he was more than just a stripper, that he had crossed a line that he knew he couldn't come back from? How could he possibly tell Niall that he was taking money for sexual activities? Niall hugged him tighter.

'Just know I'm here for you for whatever okay. I got you Haz.' Harry nodded again and sighed heavily as the program he had been using to edit his photos crashed and he didn't even get to save his work. He wanted to cry. He wanted to go home, get under the covers and hide away from the world but that wasn't a luxury he could afford. Just as he was commiserating in his plans to wallow in misery, Zayn and Liam joined them, sitting opposite them.

'Hey guys,' Liam greeted them as he wrapped his arm around Zayn's waist and pulled him closer. Harry envied them. He loved his friends dearly and was glad that they had found love but he envied them. He wanted to be loved and to be in love with someone who would treasure him just as much as Liam treasured Zayn. He wanted to be someone's first thought when they woke up in the morning and their last thought before bed. He wanted to feel safe and secure in the arms of the person he loved and who loved him back with the same intensity.

'Harry,' Zayn's voice brought him out of his miserable thoughts. 'Are you okay?' Harry looked at him and gave him a weak smile, hoping that Zayn would not hear about his VIP with Mr. Tomlinson.

'Yeah I'm just frustrated with my laptop. Its just a piece of shit,' he complained. He didn't mean to whine to his friends but his life right now wasn't exactly good. Niall told them what Harry had just said about his laptop and photos and how Niall had told him that they got his back.

'Harry, you know you can count on us,' Liam told him as he reached across the table and placed his hand over his. Harry nodded.

'I know. Thank you,' he said quietly. Just then Nick came running towards them and flopped down next to Harry.

'I just like heard the best news ever,' he told them his voice full of excitement. All eyes where on him waiting for him to deliver this best news that he had heard. When Nick was sure all attention was on him, he continued:

'Well the Dean just called me into his office and informed me that TGE is going to fund the refurbishment of the photo lab and equip it with the latest technology. Works should be starting this week and shouldn't last longer than two weeks. The CEO of TGE is going to supervise everything himself like how fucking awesome is that? The Dean wants me to run a piece in the magazine about him and the new photo lab when its done so Harry I am going to need you on this project. I am so excited for this.' Liam, Zayn and Niall looked at him not really understanding his excitement regarding a photo lab but then again they were not studying photography. Harry looked at him and gave him a smile.

'Wow that's awesome. So we don't have to like develop our photos out of our own pockets anymore?' Harry asked him. Nick couldn't contain his excitement.

'No we won't. This lab will be equipped with the latest tech in digital photography and also in photo processing. We are going to have our own dark room Haz!' Nick told him.

'That's brilliant,' Harry agreed feeling thankful that something good had come his way. It was costing him a fortune to set up his portfolio and he had had put it on hold for lack of finances. Now he could resume working on it once the lab was done. In the silence of his heart he thanked the generosity of this CEO of whatever TGE was.Things were looking up and Harry held on to the faith that maybe things would eventually start to get better. All he had to do was stay on track, work hard, dream big and not let Mr. Tomlinson disrupt his life.

X

The following week was a little chaotic for Harry and Nick. They had workers and technicians in and out of the photo lab and Nick insisted they supervise the work and check what stuff gets to be thrown out and what stays. If it was up to Harry, he would've thrown everything out as most of the stuff was ancient and half of it didn't even work but according to Nick that was "vintage" stuff so they got to keep some of it.

Harry had a busy week. He had asked Adam if he could work all night during that week, hoping he could earn some extra money so that he could meet the rent at the end of the month and not put extra pressure on Niall. Adam didn't seem to mind and he let him work all week. After all, Harry was highly demanded. And all week Harry waited and hoped that Mr. Tomlinson would come back but he didn't. It was the second week that he hadn't shown up at Garland's and Harry kicked himself daily for daring to dream that Mr. Tomlinson liked him or thought he was special. But could you blame him when on that night when Mr. Tomlinson had touched him, as he had made him come, he had whispered in Harry's ear "mine". Harry had thought about it long and hard, still feeling Mr. Tomlinson's hand on him and hearing his voice in his ear. Harry had hoped he would be back and that he would touch him again. He didn't know why he craved his touch so much and why he was so taken by the man. It just was.

Harry tried to dispel these thoughts by immersing himself in his assignments. He had borrowed Niall's laptop and finally finished editing the photos and sent them off for the competition. He had worked hard on his essays for English language. Since he was in his first year at Uni, he had been given a rather long reading list some of which included Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer, Paradise Lost by Milton, anything by Shakespeare and not leaving out his reading on Early Medieval Literature and Victorian and Modern Literature. He was swamped but he had been catching up on his reading in between lectures and free time. He worked all week from 8 pm till 3 am and he was usually up by 8 am depending on what time his lectures started. He was lucky that most of them started at 10 am. He only had one day where his earliest lecture was at 9 am. During the weekends he worked alternately so during that free time, he read and studied, worked on his photography and tried to catch up on sleep.

He was in the middle of writing his final part of his essay due on Monday when Nick slipped in the seat next to him.

'What are you doing?' Nick asked him. Harry looked up from his notebook.

'I'm finishing up this essay so maybe I can have the weekend a little lighter.' Nick rubbed a hand up and down his back.

'You work too hard Harry,' Nick told him. Harry gave him a small smile.

'I have to if I'm to graduate Nick,' Harry explained for what seemed like the hundereth time. Nick always pointed this out and Harry knew that he meant well but he didn't need to be made aware of it every single time.

'Well you shouldn't have to if only you allowed me to forward you a loan. No interests and you can pay me back when you are a famous writer with a best seller and a professional photographer for Gucci.' Harry laughed.

'And I have thanked you for your offer but I want to do this on my own Nick. With my own sweat and blood.'

'But why must you sweat blood when I can make it all easier for you and you can quit that job at Garland's? I really don't like you exhibiting yourself like that.' Harry sighed and put his pen down on his notebook.

'Nick, you are not my boyfriend for you to have any say in what you like and what you don't in my life,' Harry told him gently. Nick had been trying to be his boyfriend for what seemed like ages now. Harry knew that he liked him but Nick was not his type.

'I'm not your boyfriend because you won't let me be your boyfriend,' Nick argued. 'If I was your boyfriend, you would be living with me in that big ass empty apartment my parents got me and you wouldn't have to take the fucking tube every day to get here and you won't have to work at that sleazy club anymore and I could give you all that you need without you having to struggle for it.' Harry smiled at Nick again as he watched him pout.

'The apartment I share with Niall is more than enough for me and I like taking the tube. I get to observe people and wonder about their lives and where they are going. I get to read on the 20 minute tube ride to here. And FYI, the club I work at is not sleazy. Actually its kinda pretty chic. Plus, the struggles I have today will show my achievements of tomorrow. I want hard work to get me to where I'm going. Besides Nicholas Grimshaw, money and material things are not everything in life. There are more pressing matters in life than material things and I am pretty sure that there are people who have a life that's worse than mine and are struggling more than I am.' Nick rolled his eyes dramatically.

'You should go work for Greenpeace and save the whales or go be a missionary in some third world country.'

'Nothing wrong with that,' Harry told him smiling his dimpled smile. 'We are the lucky ones who should be out there helping those who are worse than us.' Again Nick rolled his eyes.

'Please stop you are giving me heartburn.' Harry laughed loudly.

'Okay so what I actually came to tell you is that the works on the lab will be finished by early next week and by mid-week we should expect the founder and benefactor of our new cool lab to make a visit. Since we, well I am head of the lab and Uni magazine, the Dean has instructed me to show him around and I want you to come along with me since you are lab and magazine assistant.' Harry shrugged.

'Sure. I'll help you out. Anything you want me to prepare?' Nick looked him up and down.

'Prepare yourself and make yourself look presentable. Seriously Harry, you need a pair of jeans that don't have holes in them and a new pair of boots. Please please please let me take you shopping? I'll get down on my knees and beg you.' It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes.

'Fine but on one condition.'

'Which is?' Nick asked him cocking an eyebrow at him.

'No designers. We are going to Primark.' Nick's eyes went wide.

'Tell me you are fucking kidding me Harry Styles! You can't be possibly be serious in making me go shopping at Primark.' Harry laughed.

'Primark or nothing and I thought we were shopping for me not for you.' Nick sighed in defeat.

'Fine. You wanna be cheap, be cheap. Primark it is.' Nick got up and as he began walking away he turned back to Harry.

'Oh and meet me by the library in an hour. I'm taking you to lunch.' Harry shook his head and just mouthed okay at Nick who turned and walked away.

X

The day arrived at the University for the official opening of the new Photography Lab. It could be felt all around the University that it was a special day. Harry and Nick were outside the Dean's office waiting for the benefactor to arrive. Nick was fussing over everything and everyone. He looked Harry up and down.

'You should've let me get you a pair of Versace jeans and a Marc Jacobs shirt. I can't believe you are about to meet the CEO of TGE in Primark!' Nick complained. Harry chuckled.

'Nick I could careless about the guy and I am positively sure he will care even more less about what I'm wearing. I'm grateful he funded the lab and all but if I was going to meet the Queen I would probably wear these same clothes.' Nick turned on him giving him the evil eye.

'Shame on you. Disgracing the Queen like that!' Harry laughed. He knew Nick was nervous. Harry squeezed his arm gently.

'Relax. You will do just fine okay. The guy will not notice me let alone my cheap Primark clothes. He will only have eyes and ears for you and look at you glowing in Prada.' Nick gave him a smile.

'You think so?'

'I know so,' Harry reassured him. Just then the Dean opened his office door and stepped out.

'Our guest have arrived. Nick, Harry shall we?' The Dean walked ahead of them and Nick began taking in deep breaths to calm himself, then looked at Harry.

'Okay Primark boy its show time.' They followed the Dean down to the front of the campus just as a black shiny Bentley stopped at the foot of the stairs that led into the University. The driver got out of the car and opened the back door for his boss and Louis Tomlinson stepped out, looking immaculate in a tailored black suit, a white shirt, a maroon tie and Rayban Aviators. Harry froze and he felt his blood turn to ice just as his heart lurched hard against his sternum and beat frantically. His palms began to sweat and his entire immune system got all fucked up. It was his turn to breathe in and breathe out and try to control the panic attack he was having at the sight of Mr. Tomlinson. So he was the CEO of TGE?

Louis climbed up the stairs looking relaxed and happy and with not a care in the world. He shook hands with the Dean and exchanged a few words. Harry watched him from beneath his lashes, his heart crashing against his ribs. He hadn't seen him in 3 weeks and the last time he had seen him, he was with his hand down his boxers jerking him off. Now he was here and he hadn't even looked in his direction once. Of course not! He was not going to acknowledge his whore in public.

The Dean turned to Nick. 'Mr. Tomlinson, this is Nicholas Grimshaw, head of the photography lab and also chief of our University's own magazine.' Harry watched as Mr. Tomlinson turned to Nick and shook his hand with a smile on his face while on the other hand, Nick was fan girling and drooling over him. Harry prayed that the Dean wouldn't introduce him, that he would just let him go by unnoticed. This was Nick's pride parade and Harry didn't want to rain on it but the Dean had other plans.

'And this is Harry Styles photography lab assistant, assistant editor and photographer on the University's magazine, head of the literature club and brilliant chess player.' Harry's heart stopped as he watched Mr. Tomlinson smile at him and extend his hand towards him as if he was just meeting him for the first time. Harry took it and he could swear he could feel the sizzle of electricity as they shook hands.

'Very nice to meet you Mr. Styles,' Louis told him not giving any hint at all that he knew him. Harry felt confused and a little dizzy. Mr. Tomlinson walked past him as he walked with the Dean and Nick, listening to them telling him about the works on the photo lab and the benefits it will have on the University and the students. Harry walked a few steps behind them lost in his own thoughts wondering how this man was acting like he had never even set eyes on him before. But of course, he wasn't going to act like they were BFF's. Probably he didn't want to know anyone to know that he was a regular and part owner of Garland's.

They now entered the newly refurbished photo lab and Harry watched as Mr. Tomlinson was being shown around and introduced to the hi-tech equipment that now adorned the new lab. Mr. Tomlinson looked highly satisfied with everything. When they were done walking around the lab inspecting everything, Nick asked him:

'Mr. Tomlinson would you be willing as founder of this amazing lab to give us an interview and maybe a small photo shoot for our next month's issue of the magazine?'

'Sure thing,' Louis replied. Nick smiled big.

Dickhead.

'Excellent. Maybe we could set up a date for when I can interview you and set up a place where you would like the photo shoot.' Louis seemed to bethinking then he said:

'Well you can send in your questions by email to my secretary which I will answer and she will email them back to you and as for the photo shoot, well I would really like Mr. Styles to take care of that.' The room went as silent as a tomb. Nick's smile slid of his face as he turned his attention to Harry. The Dean looked at Harry. Harry looked at everyone like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

'Me?' he croaked out. Louis gave him a smile and Harry was sure his legs were going to give.

'You are a photographer no?' he asked him. Before Harry could reply, Nick answered.

'He is just the assistant photographer. I am head photographer Mr. Tomlinson. Harry doesn't have much experience in the field yet.' Louis ignored him.

Wanker.

He kept his eyes on Harry as Harry chewed on his bottom lips nervously and fidgeted with his fingers feeling as if he was being put on trail by the Spanish Inquisition.

'All the better to train him then. Isn't that right Mr. Grimshaw? At my company I have learned that when you hire a person who has no experience in the field of work you can train them yourself and mould them into what you expect of them to present in their work. So far, I have not been wrong. I strongly believe this will be an opportunity of experience for Mr. Styles.' All eyes remained on Harry and he felt exposed and shy. What was Mr. Tomlinson doing?

'I think that is a wonderful idea,' the Dean agreed with Mr. Tomlinson. 'So what do you say Mr. Styles?' Harry looked at Nick and saw him glaring at him and he knew Nick wanted him to refuse the offer because Nick really wanted this opportunity but Harry couldn't refuse because this was Mr. Tomlinson and he hadn't seen him in 3 weeks.

'Thank you for the uhm opportunity Sir,' Harry said quietly.

'Excellent,' Louis said happily. 'Shall we get going then?' Harry looked at him shocked.

'You uhm want to ugh do the uhm photo shoot now?' Harry asked him.

'What time is better than now hmm? Never put off until tomorrow that which you can do today right?' Louis asked him raising an eyebrow at him. Harry felt flustered and his cheeks burned and he was pretty sure Mr. Tomlinson could see this.

'I uhm don't have my ugh camera with me Sir,' Harry told him and he really wanted the earth beneath him to open up and swallow him whole. Why couldn't Mr. Tomlinson just let Nick take his damn pictures? What if he screwed this up?

'Then we shall go and get it,' Louis told him. 'My driver is right outside so we can go and get your camera.' Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing and clearly neither could Nick because his mouth was hanging slack open. 'I will wait for you in my car then Mr. Styles,' Louis told him as he shook hands with Nick and began walking away talking to the Dean. As soon as they were out of ear shoot, Nick pushed past him.

'Thanks a lot you fucking traitor,' he spat at Harry. Harry looked at him stunned.

'What did I do?' he asked innocently. Nick turned on him his face full of rage.

'You could've fucking refused. You know how much this meant to me. I thought we were friends but I see you're nothing but a back stabber playing the mysterious guy lingering in the back ground just to get his attention.' Nick turned to leave but Harry gripped his arm stopping him.

'Please Nick its not like that. I can't explain it but its not what you think. I...I will take bad shots of him okay. He will see I'm a crap photographer and he will want you. I would never stab you in the back or take something from you Nick. You know me better than that. He will ask for you after he sees my pictures okay. Please don't be mad at me.' Nick softened a little at Harry's words and felt bad that he had taken out his anger on him. He gave him a small smile.

'Okay. Go then,' he told him.

Louis sat waiting in his car for Harry to arrive. Usually he wasn't the type of person to sit around waiting for anyone but Harry was worth waiting for. After 3 weeks of not seeing him and struggling with staying away from him, today he had to face him because today was unavoidable and the moment Louis laid eyes on him, he knew that it was futile to try and stay away from him.

Hate to say it but I told you so!

Louis felt pleased that he had managed to get Harry to take his pictures after that pompous prick had put him down as a mere assistant photographer degrading his talents in front of the Dean. He had never actually seen any of Harry's work but he was sure that Harry was good. With those hands how could he not be? He was surely good with his mouth...and Louis' mind drifted off to Harry on his knees in those tiny silver hot pants giving him head. Louis arranged his trouser pants because they were getting tighter and he didn't want Harry to get into the car and see that he had a boner.

Finally, the boy in question emerged from the front doors of the University and Louis watched him as he walked towards the car, those never ending legs in those skinny black jeans, black button up shirt and brown coat, finished off by brown boots and his bag slung over his shoulder. He watched him as he hurried across campus, hefting his bag further up his shoulder and brushing his long hair out of his face. Louis pushed the car door open for him and Harry slid inside next to him.

'Hello Harry,' Louis told him casually.

'H-Hi Mr. Tomlinson,' Harry stammered out.

'How are you?' Louis asked him.

'I ugh am fine Sir,' Harry replied and Louis just had to smile at himself at Harry's polite etiquette and respect he always showed him.

'That's good. Where do I tell my driver to go to take you to get your camera?'

'To uhm my flat,' Harry told him absent mindedly. Louis chuckled.

'And where would your flat be?' Louis asked him, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He could see how nervous Harry was. He knew well enough that he made him uncomfortable. He placed his hand on Harry's thigh just above the knee and squeezed lightly. 'Relax,' Louis told him but Harry was far from being relaxed. Louis' touch burned into him.

'Its ugh its uhm in Edgware R-Road right uhm just off Praed Street Sir,' Harry mumbled. He was finding it difficult to function around Louis. The driver started up the car and Harry sat rigidly staring at his feet. The drive was short and silent. When the driver turned onto Edgware Road, Harry pointed to a building.

'That's my flat,' he said pointing to a building that had seen better days. Louis could see that Harry lived in a not too good an area of London. Harry opened the door of the car.

'I won't be long Sir,' he told him and made to get out but Louis stopped him.

'Aren't you going to ask me up?' he asked. Once again he caught Harry off guard.

'Oh ugh uhm yeah sure I mean if you want to Sir.' Louis gave him a smile.

'I want to. After you,' he told him as they both got out of the car. Harry fumbled in the front pocket of his back pack to find the keys. He finally located them and pulled them out, opening the front door. As they entered, Louis could see that the building was not in very good condition. There was no elevator but at least it was clean. Harry began climbing the stairs and luckily its was only two floors that had to climb. Harry stopped in front of a door that was once painted a light green but had lost its color and most of its paint. He inserted the key and pushed the door open. Louis followed him inside.

The flat was small. They entered into a medium sized room with windows on one side over looking the busy Edgware Road below. The room served as living room/kitchen. The kitchen was small but had all the necessary appliances. The living room had one big couch and two armchairs that did not match, a coffee table and a small unit with a flat screen telly on it and a gaming system beneath it. Harry watched as Louis took in every detail of the tiny flat he shared with Niall.

'Where's your room?' Louis asked him. Harry swallowed. Why did he want to see his room?

'D-down this way Sir,' Harry told him as he walked down a short dark corridor off the living room. He opened the door and stepped aside for Louis to enter. The room was small and cramped. It gave Louis claustrophobia. This room was smaller than the closet in his bedroom which housed all his clothes and shoes! How the hell did Harry stay in this room? The bed was small and Louis doubted it fitted the commodity of his long legs. Probably they hung off the edge. He had a small desk and chair beside it and Louis noticed the ancient laptop that was on it.

'Does this even work?' Louis asked him, running his fingers over the out dated laptop.

'Sometimes,' Harry replied. Louis walked around the small room and stopped in fornt of a small book case. He crouched down to look at Harry's books: Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Tess of The D'Ubervilles, Picture of Dorian Grey, the Game of Thrones collection, a volume of The Chronicles of Narnia, A book of the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, A Collection of Poetry by Emily Bronte, Great Expectations and The Scarlett Letter. Louis hummed in appreciation to himself .The boy had good reading taste. On top of the book case was an even more ancient and out dated looking camera than the laptop placed on top of a portfolio. Louis picked it up pointed and at the portfolio.

'May I?' he asked Harry and Harry simply nodded. Louis opened the portfolio and looked at the amazing photographs Harry had taken. He had all types of photos and Louis could see his passion in those snapshots. When he had flipped though all of it, Louis turned to look at Harry.

'These are really good,' he complimented him and Harry gave him a shy smile.

'Thank you,' he replied politely. Louis then raised the camera in his hand.

'I believe we came for this,' he told him, handing the camera to Harry.

'Y-yes Sir,' Harry replied reaching out to take it but Louis moved it out of his grasp.

'Harry,' Louis said quietly and Harry felt his heart spike up. 'Please call me Louis.' This caught Harry by surprise and he just looked at Louis with his mouth open. Louis moved closer to him. 'Just Louis okay. Can you do that?' Harry nodded. 'Excellent,' Louis told him as he handed him his camera and began walking out of Harry's stuffed room. 'Now where do you want to go to take my pictures then?' Harry rubbed the back of his neck. What was Louis doing acting as if they were best friends?

'I uhm don't know Si-Louis,' Harry corrected himself. God his name sounded so beautiful on his lips. 'You can choose your own setting.' Louis thought for a second.

'I know. Come on.' They hurried down to the car and once they were in, Louis instructed Angus to take them to Regent Park. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion but said nothing. If Louis wanted his pictures taken at Regent Park then who was he to say any differently? Once they got to Regent Park they walked in silence for a while until Louis sat down on a park bench and motioned for Harry to sit down next to him.

'This is so new to me,' Louis told him as he peered out over the mass of green grass of the park from behind his Aviator Rayban sunglasses. 'I've never been off work before,' he admitted. Harry looked at him.

'You are your own boss and you never took a day off?' Louis laughed and Harry felt himself melt.

'You don't build an entire business like mine by taking days off,' Louis told him. Harry looked down at his hands that were holding the camera and wondered what was happening here. Why was Louis talking to him like this? Sharing with him? Harry had to know.

'You didn't come back,' Harry whispered. He watched Louis' smile slip off his face and braced himself to be yelled at.

'I know,' was all that Louis said. Harry debated whether to keep on talking, telling him what was on his mind. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

'I-I am so sorry if I w-wasn't good enough for you,' he said lowly not meeting Louis' eyes. He felt his cheeks burn. Louis turned to look at him knowing fully well what Harry was referring to.

'Harry look at me,' he ordered and Harry was quick to obey. 'What makes you think that?' Louis asked him. Harry licked his lips.

'Well after, you know, the VIP, you stopped coming to Garland's. I figured that I wasn't good enough for you to come back to.'

Oh my God this sweet sweet boy.

Louis took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 'I stopped coming to Garland's because of me Harry. Because I was starting to develop a certain attachment to you and I don't do attachments. I stopped coming to Garland's because I wanted to get rid of any feelings you were giving me.' Harry looked at him with wide eyes as if he was a baby deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car. Louis sighed. 'It didn't work.' Harry tried to say something but what Louis had just said and his brain weren't adding up. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

He doesn't feel the same way about you. You are only another client.

'Say something,' Louis told him. For the first time in his life he felt the fear of rejection and feared that his subconscious might be right. That to Harry he was just another client.

'You...you h-have feelings for me?' Harry asked him not quite over the shock of hearing Louis' words. Louis nodded once.

'I don't know what this is Harry but I can't stay away from you and I can't fight against it any more. It's too tiring. You have become like an obsession to me,' Louis admitted. Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Louis watched him trying to make sense of all that he had told him but his silence was eating him up inside.

He's trying to find a way to let you down gently.

'I missed you,' Harry whispered not looking up at Louis. 'I-I waited for you every day at Garland's for the past three weeks.' His voice was low and deep and slow and it dragged on Louis' skin like velvet.

'You did?' Louis asked him, his fear subsiding a little. Harry nodded his head. They stayed in silence for a while each lost in their own thoughts, not knowing what to say. Finally Louis sighed.

'I don't know what to do Harry,' he said sounding a little defeated. Harry looked at him.

'I don't either,' he said quietly. Louis licked his lips nervously.

'I have never dated and I don't intend to yet I know I can't stay away from you. You have confused my entire structure and I don't know what to do about it. I am usually in control of my life and this is out of my hands. Its driving on its own and I can't stop it or control it and it makes me uneasy. It makes me feel not me.'

'It's okay,' Harry interjected. 'I understand.' Louis looked at him closely and saw that Harry had actually not understood anything of what he had just said. He was missing the whole point of it and Louis was feeling frustrated because he didn't know how to explain it to him.

'Harry, I didn't say its a bad thing. All I know is that I want to get to know you but....'

'Without getting attached,' Harry finished for him. Louis sighed heavily feeling resigned because he was messing this up.

'You make it sound like its a bad thing. Do you even want to get to know me?' Louis asked him with a little hope in his voice. He didn't even know if Harry was the least bit interested in him.

'Should I?' Harry asked him. He wanted to get to know him. He liked him. More than liked him but what Louis wanted was a no stings attached deal. Louis smirked at him.

'You really should,' he told him giving him a wink. Harry smiled at him but didn't commit a reply. 'Look,' Louis told him, 'how about we go grab some lunch?' Harry looked at him sheepishly.

'I thought we came out here to take some shots for the magazine?' Louis rolled his eyes.

'Well go on then knock yourself out and take some pictures for that douche editor you call friend then I'm taking you for lunch.'

'He's not a douche,' Harry said defending Nick.

'Oh yes he is,' Louis protested. 'I can tell a douche from miles away and he's an ass kisser. He kisses ass to get what he wants. He was so trying to kiss my ass back there.' Harry chuckled.

'Is that why you gave this photo shoot to me cos I didn't kiss your ass?' Louis smiled and waggled his eyebrows at Harry.

'Oh I would so love for YOU to kiss my ass,' he told him a little lustfully. 'And I mean that in the literal sense.' Harry felt himself blush and Louis couldn't help the fond he felt for this boy who was blushing profusely at his sexual innuendo when he worked as a male stripper in his club. Harry cleared his throat.

'Shall we take the pictures then?' he asked Louis, his voice low.

'How do you want me?' Louis asked him. Harry swallowed, picking up on his innuendo again.

'Just be you. Relax,' Harry told him as he picked up his camera and starting taking pictures of Louis, catching him smiling with the sun in his face. Louis sat on the bench, one leg crossed over the other and let Harry take all the pictures he needed. After a while, he got up, fished out his phone and dialed Angus, while Harry continued to take pictures of him. When Louis was done with the phone call, he turned to Harry.

'Are you done? Can we go get lunch now? I'm starving.' Harry smiled at him and put his camera away.

'I think I have all I need,' he told Louis as they began walking toward the entrance of the park where Angus was parked waiting. Once they got in the car, Louis gave him directions to go to Sketch Restaurant in Mayfair London. Harry gaped at him.

'That's like a very expensive restaurant,' Harry pointed out and Louis smirked at him.

'Do I look like I can't afford to buy you lunch?'

'No..I..I didn't mean t-that. I meant....' Louis reached over and squeezed his knee and Harry felt that touch go everywhere inside his body.

'Harry relax. It's fine,' Louis reassured him. Harry looked down at himself and then a Louis. He knew he wasn't dressed right. Next to Louis' immaculate self he looked like a homeless bum. He suddenly felt very self conscious. Louis was like a billionaire and he had hardly enough to buy a Big Mac for lunch and Louis was taking him to a fancy restaurant.

'What is it?' Louis asked him when he saw that he had gone quiet.

'Look at me,' Harry said quietly. Louis grinned at him.

'Oh I'm looking,' he told him. Harry rolled his eyes.

'I'm not appropriately dressed,' Harry pointed out. Louis raked his eyes over Harry's body. His black skinny jeans, his black button down over them, buttons undone to reveal his swallow tattoos and the top of his butterfly, brown coat open over it and his long curly hair down his shoulders.

'You're right,' Louis told him pursing his lips. 'You are not appropriately dressed.' He paused and watched Harry's face fall. He leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. 'You are sinfully and deliciously dressed.' He pulled back and gave Harry a wink and watched pleasantly as the boy blushed and smiled a little smile to himself.

By the time they finished lunch, Harry was a little more at ease with Louis. He didn't want to like him so much but he couldn't help it. Despite the social differences between them and the fact that Louis wanted no attachments with him; of that he had made himself clear, Harry felt himself drawn in nonetheless. He was infatuated by him but he knew better than to even start falling for him. It was a no go situation and Harry knew this, still Louis was charming and handsome and fascinating.

They got into the car and Harry felt a little light headed from the expensive wine Louis had got them to go with their very expensive lunch. They settled back and Louis looked at Harry.

'Where to?' Harry looked at his watch. He was still in time for his last lecture and to get the pictures to Nick.

'To Uni,' Harry told him. Louis furrowed his brow at him.

'You're going back?'

'Um yeah I have another lecture and I uhm want to get the pictures to Nick. He's very strict about deadlines.'

'Okay then,' Louis told him. He told Angus to go back to the University. 'So can I take you to dinner tonight?' Louis asked him. Harry gave him a small smile.

'I can't. I'm ugh I'm working tonight. Its my um first solo strip show. Adam said I'm ready.'

Adam is a fucking dickhead.

Louis pursed his lips. 'So tonight is your big debut as Solo Stripper Harry,' he told him trying to hide his anger and frustration. Harry nodded. 'Then I wouldn't miss it for the world now would I?' Louis told him with a devilish grin.

Of course you wouldn't. You need to keep an eye on him so no one can touch him. But he's not yours.

Louis tried to ignore his subconscious and calm himself down as he struggled with the fact that tonight all eyes and dicks at Garland's will be on Harry. He didn't like it that he was going to strip. He didn't like it that he would exhibit himself to horny hungry men who wanted nothing more than to fuck him into next week. The car stopped in front of the University.

'Guess I'll see you late then?' Harry told him bringing Louis out of his thoughts. Louis looked at him.

'You bet on it,' he promised him, carefully hiding his annoyance. Harry made to get out of the car.

'Wait,' Louis stopped him. 'I haven't gotten your number,' he told him as he pulled out his phone and went to contacts already typing in Harry's name.

'I don't have a phone,' Harry told him softly. Louis looked up at him startled.

'You don't have a phone? Who in 2017 doesn't have a fucking phone?' Louis questioned as if offended.

'Apparently me,' Harry told him smiling at him. Louis shook his head.

'You should have a phone,' he stated matter of factly.

'They are a distraction,' Harry argued. 'I don't need one.'

'How do your friends reach you?' Louis argued back.

'I have a land line,' Harry offered and Louis scowled at him.

'What good is a fucking land line when you are hardly home? What if I want to reach you?' Louis asked him. Harry gave him his full dimpled smile and opened the car door.

'I have a land line,' he told him before getting out of the car and closing the door behind him.

'The cocky little shit,' Louis muttered to himself. 'Angus, to the office please.' He dialed a number on his phone and it was picked up on the first ring. 'Leonard, I need you to run an errand for me.'

x

Louis walked into Garland's a little shortly before midnight. He knew Harry would be on at midnight so he wanted to make sure he was there there on time. He walked to the bar and was greeted by Adam.

'Mr. Tomlinson what a pleasure it is to have you here with us tonight. Saved you a front row seat for the spectacular show Harry will be giving,' Adam told him, a huge smile on his face. Louis rolled his eyes in annoyance.

'Why the fuck did you give him a solo?' Louis growled at him. Adam went serious, placed a hand on his heart and cocked his head to the side.

'Why wouldn't I? The boy is a natural and very very much wanted by our clientele,' Adam explained. Louis could feel his nerves jingle by Adam's mock concern for Harry.

'That's the fucking point. I don't want him high in demand and you fucking know that yet you put him up there,' he growled. Adam narrowed his eyes at him scrutinizing Louis.

'And why wouldn't you want that Mr. Tomlinson? He is here to do a job like the others and he was telling me he needed a raise. I haven't put him in VIP like you ordered but he is a stripper and this was the least I could do for him. Strippers make a lot of tips but solo strippers, well they make much more and he needs it. I'm only here trying to help the boy advance in his career.' Louis felt the blood rush up to his head along with the urgent need to choke Adam.

'This is not his fucking career,' Louis spat at him. He didn't say anymore though because he had already given too much away in regards as to his interests towards Harry. Adam eyed him suspiciously with a knowing look.

'Whatever you say Mr. Tomlinson. You should probably take your seat. Our superstar starts in 5 minutes. I'll have a bottle of Dom sent to you.' Louis glared at him an unspoken warning and walked off towards his seat, right at the front of the stage. He sat down and looked at the still drawn curtains. He felt the fluttering again, right beneath his breastbone and navel. Just as the waiter placed the bottle of Dom down, Louis poured a glass and drank it in one go.

Excited much? Or nervous that your boy will be showing his body off and making men horny for him?

Louis drank another glass hoping to shut up his annoying subconscious. He wiped his sweaty palms on the pants of his expensive Versace suit. The lights dimmed down and his heart sped up. Wolf whistles and catcalls came from the packed floor and Louis wanted to get up and smack them all. As the curtain pulled back to reveal a dark stage, the whistles grew louder and Louis' hands curled into fists that rested on his thighs.

He's not yours, his subconscious reminded him. He belongs to them as much as you. He's doing a job.

Louis ground his teeth together as a lone spotlight fell on Harry, his back to the audience just as the music to 'Slow Hands' started. He wore a dark suit and Louis felt as if he was falling into a spiraling hole that had no bottom. Harry moved his hips slowly and seductively to the beat, he turned to face the audience. He had a tie on and his hair fell to his shoulders and Louis felt like he was going to have a seizure right on the spot. He was beautiful up there, the way his body was moving to the music. Louis was mesmerized caught up in him. The world around him ceased to exist, everything fell away but Harry and the music and the way he was moving his body.

As he moved to the front of the stage, Harry's eyes fell on him and he winked at Louis, keeping eye contact as he slowly slid the suit jacket off his shoulders letting it fall graciously to the floor. Then licked his lips, letting his tongue linger on his bottom lip.

Bastard son of a bitch! He's such a seductive asshole.

Louis felt himself going hard as he watched Harry move to the side of the stage moving seductively as he undid his tie ever so slowly then twirl it twice over his head and throw it into the audience. A bald man caught it and whooped at Harry and Louis wanted so bad to punch him in the face. Harry was standing in front of him again, eyes locked into his, and provocatively started to undo his shirt and the son of a bitch was doing it just the way that Louis had instructed him to do it the first time had met him in VIP.

One button at a time revealed his tattoos and sliver cross on his chain and Louis felt the sweat tricking down his back as he squirmed uneasily in his chair. When the buttons were undone, Harry removed his shirt, letting it fall to the floor with finesse. Louis stared at his torso littered with tattoos. Harry ran his hands up his torso, running his fingers over his nipples and biting down on his lower lip as he circled his hips, strutting them forward into empty air.

Louis felt as if he was going to spontaneously combust on the chair he was sitting on. He watched as Harry's hands trailed down his torso ever so slowly and rested on the button of his dress pants. Louis gulped, his throat so dry it hurt. Harry popped opened the button as he swirled his hips seductively and slowly lowered his zip to reveal something gold and glimmering beneath. Louis clawed at his thighs, his short nails digging into his skin through his pants.

Oh God don't tell me.....

But before he could finish the thought Harry pulled off the pants that left him in a gold thong. The whistles in the room rose to deafening proportion as Harry squatted professionally and rose up slowly, sticking his ass out for everyone to enjoy. He took it to the pole where he rutted against, slid down and slid up again and Louis could swear he was having a heart attack. Then Harry stepped down into the audience where men tried to grab at him but he only pushed his hips towards them and the only touching they did was to stick money in his tiny thong. Harry smiled at them and flirted with them as he shoved his ass in their faces.

Its his job. Its his job. Its his job.

Louis tried to keep calm as Harry sauntered over to him and straddled his legs, not sitting down on him, just circling his hips over him to the beat of the enticing music. Louis couldn't get his eyes off him and kept his his fists in his lap because at that moment, if he dared touch him, he would ravish him. Harry continued to gyrate on Louis as Louis tried to take it in and not come in his pants right there as the beautiful almost naked boy moved sexily in his lap. Louis couldn't even breathe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Thankfully Harry got off his lap, turned, flaunting his ass in Louis' face and got on stage again to finish his dance and Louis watched him transfixed and nailed to his chair, his thong full of 10 and 20 pound notes as Harry did his finale. Then the lights were off and Harry was gone. Louis exhaled slowly and unclenched his stiff fingers. He reached for his glass and downed another glass full of champagne. The fizzy alcohol soothed his dry throat helping him to regain some of his senses back. As soon as the lights went on again indicating the next act, Louis got up and walked to the bar where Adam was entertaining clients. He grabbed his elbow and turned him to face him.

'Send Harry to VIP. Now!' he growled.

'Yes Sir,' Adam said, smiling knowingly at him as he excused himself and walked towards the dressing rooms. Louis made his way to his very own VIP lounge, where another bottle of Dom was chilling for him, along with a gift bag that he had sent on earlier. He sat down on the couch, his hard dick throbbing painfully. He couldn't get Harry out of his mind, his sinful moves and that body. A light tap on the door as it opened softly revealed Harry, wrapped in a black satin robe.

'You called Sir?' Harry said shyly and Louis couldn't just fathom how the fuck this boy did it. He knew that in here he referred to Louis as "Sir" and how could he be shy and demure after that wanton performance? Harry walked in and closed the door behind him. He could see that this Louis sitting here was not the playful Louis of this morning. This was business Louis and Harry had to do his job. He walked over barefoot towards Louis. He stopped before him and Louis looked up at him almost adoring the boy standing in front of him.

'Did you like the show Sir?' Harry asked him. Harry felt as if he was detached from his normal life. He felt as if there were two Harrys and two Louis...the Harry and Louis of this morning and the Harry and Louis of now. Two different worlds colliding. Harry tried to keep the two lives separate, that way when he finished his job, he could return to his simple life and day dream about Louis.

Louis eyed him, undressing him with his eyes and Harry knew what he had to do.

'Private show?' Harry asked him as he moved to reach the small remote off the table, pressed play and 'Slow Hands' came on again. With the same remote, Harry dimmed the lights then stood in front of Louis, undid the belt of his satin robe and let it fall to the carpeted floor, exposing his body and the gold thong yet again. Louis swallowed hard as he drank him in with his eyes. He saw that Harry was half hard already unlike him. He was rock hard. He wanted to fuck this boy so bad but...

He's a virgin. You can't just use him and fuck him like the others.

Louis knew it was wrong to take his virginity away. He had never taken anyone's virginity away and he wasn't about to take Harry's. He watched as Harry moved his body over to him and straddled his lap, his bare ass resting on Louis thighs and Louis couldn't help himself. He reached behind Harry and cupped both his ass cheeks in his hands, kneading them and spreading them apart. He felt Harry stiffen. Louis looked up at him.

'Do you want me to stop?' he asked him softly.

That's a first!

Harry shook his head and he ground down his hips against Louis' erection. Louis hissed at the feeling. Harry moved to the music, circling and grounding his hips rutting against Louis. Louis continued to keep his cheeks spread and every time Harry ground down, Louis bucked his hips up, their dicks rubbing against each other. Harry leaned down, his lips hovering over Louis, breathing heavily in his face. They continued to rut against each other, their thrusts becoming faster and sloppier. Louis decided to experiment, see how far Harry would let him go. He let his middle finger ghost over Harry's hole and again Harry stiffened. Nobody had touched him there before. Louis could feel him tremble.

'Too much?' Louis breathed out heavily.

'N-no S-sir,' Harry said even though he wasn't quite comfortable with Louis touching his hole. He was afraid Louis might finger him and he didn't, couldn't say no to Mr. Tomlinson. Adam had told him to please the man and he had to let him but nobody had fingered him before and he felt nervous. Louis brushed the tip of his finger against Harry's hole again not removing the thong out of the way. Harry had to admit that it did feel good even when Louis applied a little pressure on it and he gasped into his mouth. Harry began rutting harder against Louis as he gripped his shoulders tightly.

'It's okay baby,' Louis whispered against Harry's sweaty neck. Harry moaned as he felt his orgasm coiling in his lower abdomen, his spine tingling sending him a signal that he was close.

'I-I'm ahh I'm s-s-so oh God,' he moaned as Louis put more pressure on his hole but never breaching him and feeling Louis' dick brush against his. Louis was feeling his own orgasm coiling inside him and building and building and he couldn't believe that this boy was about to make him spill in his Calvin Klein briefs. Harry threw his head back and rutted harder against Louis and came hard in his thong, his body shaking on Louis lap and when Louis felt Harry's hole flutter against his finger, he spilled himself in his underwear.

'Fuck!' he hissed. 'Jesus fuck God Harry,' he moaned as both of them continued moving against each other till they rode out their orgasm. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and held him tightly, as if protecting him from the waves of spasms that rocked his body. Louis looked up into his face and his angel looked beautiful and flushed and sweaty, curls in a mess, lips parted as he breathed heavily.

He's not yours. He's just doing his job.

'Are you alright?' Louis asked him as he smoothed back his hair away from his face in the most loving affectionate way he had ever bestowed on anyone. Harry gave him a lazy smile.

'Yes Sir. Are you?' Harry asked him, his green eyes reaching deep into Louis where no one had ever dared to reach or where he ever allowed anyone to delve but Harry was delving and Harry was reaching and Louis was confused but he let him. It terrified him. He couldn't, just couldn't get attached. Emotionally, he had nothing to give to this boy.

'I'm good,' Louis told him curtly as he tapped him on his hips, indicating Harry to get off him. Harry bit his lower lip. That was it. Job done. Client satisfied. Harry got up off him and sat on the couch. Louis looked at him as he poured two glasses of champagne. 'Put your robe on,' he ordered and Harry was quick to obey. He took the glass Louis handed him and took a sip. They drank in silence for a few heartbeats then Louis grabbed the gift bag off the table and handed it to Harry.

'Here,' he simply told him. Harry looked at him in surprise but took the bag and opened it. A loud gasp fell out of his mouth and he looked at Louis a shocked look on his face.

Mr. Tomlinson...uhm Sir I-I can't take this,' Harry said. Louis took a sip from his drink.

'You can and you will,' he simply told him. Harry put his hand in the bag and pulled out a gold iPhone 7 plus. 'My number is already in there. I need to be able to reach you,' Louis explained. Harry looked from the phone to Louis.

'I can't accept it. It's too expensive,' Harry told him. Louis chuckled.

'Its a necessity and I can afford it,' Louis told him.

'But....' Harry began protesting.

'Look,' Louis cut him off. 'Its a gift okay. You need it. I can afford it so just take it,' he told him a little sharply. Harry felt overwhelmed. Louis had given him a gift. But Harry knew better. Harry knew this was payment for his services and a necessary one so Louis could reach him whenever he needed his services

'Thank you Sir,' Harry said quietly. Louis smiled.

Yes! He accepted it.

'You are most welcome,' he told him as he got up off the couch. Harry looked up at him.

'You're leaving?' he asked him. Louis fixed his clothes.

'Yes. I have other engagements ,' he told him as he walked towards the door. Harry felt his heart drop to the floor.

I need to go vent out the frustration you put on me and have a good fuck to release this tension you give me.

He stopped with his hand on the door knob and looked back at Harry. 'And Harry? Make sure you answer me when I call you,' Louis told him. Harry gave him a small sad smile.

'Yes Sir,' he told him as he watched Louis walk out and close the door behind him. He sat there looking at his brand new iPhone and he felt the tears rim him eyes. He was nothing but a whore to Louis and he knew that soon Louis would want more from him and Harry didn't know if he was ready or not. He had heard the rumors about him in the dressing room. He had heard that Mr. Tomlinson was a heart breaker, a use them and leave them kinda guy and that he only pursued those he wanted until he had sex and then he dumped them, moving on to the next one. Harry felt the tears rim his eyes because he was so so stupid for allowing feelings to develop for Mr. Tomlinson. Before he could cry, his new phone vibrated in his hand. He swiped it and saw that he had a message. He tapped it open.

[From Louis]

You were fucking awesome tonight. Thank you for an amazing time. See you soon.

And Harry couldn't help the flutter in his heart and the idiotic smile that spread across his face.

[From Harry]

I enjoyed it too. Thank you for the phone. See you soon.

And as soon as Louis read the message from Harry, he smiled like a school kid with a massive crush and instead of going home and fucking one of his boys like he had originally planned, he told Angus to stop him at Regent Park. He got out of the car and walked into the deserted park towards the bench he and Harry had sat on that morning and he sat down, relishing the peace and quiet inside him and the moonlight that shone down on him. Was this the beginning of something new? And for once, his subconscious remained silent

Chapter Text

Fall For You.

Louis got off the elevator on his floor and whistled to himself as he made his way towards his office. Lynn caught up with him, tablet in her hand.

'Good morning Sir,' she told him as she handed him his usual Chai tea with extra cinnamon. Louis took it and smiled at her.

'Good morning Lynn. Your hair looks nice today,' he told her in a cheerful voice. Lynn touched her hair and looked at him in confusion. Her hair was the same as always.

'Thank you Sir,' she chose to reply. As they entered Louis' office, Louis went to his desk and picked up a small remote control, pressed a button and the blinds on his floor to ceiling windows parted open, revealing a dull grey London morning, with rain pattering softly against the glass.

'Lovely day is it not?' Louis asked her with a grin on his face. Lynn furrowed her brow in confusion. Louis hated the rain.

'It is Sir,' Lynn told him while trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her boss. Was he seeing things? Hallucinating? Louis sat down in his chair and took a sip of his tea.

'So what's on the agenda for today?' he asked her. Lynn tapped her tablet.

'At 11:00 am you have a meeting with the head of Abstraction Games regarding the new gaming software you will be introducing soon.' Louis furrowed his brows.

'Who are they again?' he asked her. Lynn raised a questioning eyebrow at her boss wondering how he could've forgotten who they were.

'They are the developers of Angry Birds Sir,' she informed him.

'Ah yes okay. Carry on,' he told her as he looked out the window at the softly falling rain and sighed contentedly.

He is making you feel wonderful isn't he?

Louis ignored his subconscious and focused on what Lynn was saying.

'At 1 pm you have the head of Activision coming in also regarding the new gaming software,' Lynn told him and before he could ask, she continued : 'They are the developers of Call of Duty, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater and Guitar Heroes amongst others. At 2:30 pm you have Blizzard Entertainment, developers of World of Warcraft. And at 4 pm you have TellTale Games, developers of The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones.' Lynn paused and looked at Louis.

'Wow and they are all after my gaming software?'

'Yes Sir. Where do you want me to squeeze your lunch in?' she asked him ready to tap in instructions in the day's planner.

'Depends how long it takes with Activision. We'll see how long each meeting takes and we'll just squeeze something in between maybe just get me a salad and tea. Is that all Lynn?' Lynn got up, straightening her pencil skirt.

'Yes Sir,' she told him. Louis gave her a smile.

'Thank you. I'll call if I need you.' Lynn nodded at her dismissal and walked out of the office. As soon as she was out, Louis took out his phone and checked his messages but there was nothing from Harry. He looked at his watch: 10:20 am. Should he text him? What was the protocol of texting someone who had made you come in your pants the night before? Louis got up and paced the length of his office thinking to himself. What was the appropriate text to send the morning after? He never had to text anyone the morning after. In fact he never texted anyone. He had no such close friends that he communicated with them through text messages. He paced some more.

Wow for a genius you sure are stupid!

Louis wanted his subconscious to shut the fuck up with its snarky remarks. This was no easy feat. He stared at his phone as if it would magically compose a text to Harry and send it off. That would be a handy thing. He took in a deep breath and tapped new message. Here goes nothing.

[From Louis]

Good morning.

He looked at it for a few seconds, second doubting himself if this was sufficient or if it sounded cheesy. Before he could doubt himself some more he tapped send and watched it go.

About fucking time.

Louis held the phone in his hand and waited for Harry to text back. But the phone remained silent and Louis felt panic begin to rise in the pit of his stomach. Why didn't he reply back? What was taking him so long to reply to his message? He was getting frustrated. He had clearly told Harry to answer him when he called...and that applied for texting too!

Why don't you do something nice for him instead of getting all riled up at him for no reason?

Louis mentally flipped his subconscious off but internally admitted that it was right. He scrolled through his contacts and found Adam's number. He tapped it and waited, hearing it ring in his ear.

Where the fuck was he?

'Hello?' a groggy voice replied.

'Took you fucking long enough,' Louis snapped into the phone.

'Its 10:30 am Mr. Tomlinson,' Adam replied. 'I don't usually wake up before 4 pm. How may I serve you?' Adam asked him sounding a little annoyed that he was woken up. Not that Louis cared or minded.

'Is Harry working tonight?' he asked him straight to the point.

'Yes. He has another solo. In fact he has solo's all this week. He's the golden boy of Garland's.'

'I need you to cancel him tonight,' Louis told him flatly not impressed that Harry had become the most wanted solo stripper act at Garland's.

'Cancel him?' Adam asked him now sounding more alert. 'I can't cancel him. Clients are coming in just to see him.'

'Do you think I give a fuck?' Louis growled into the phone. 'Find a replacement.' Adam huffed.

'I can't find a replacement for Harry on such short notice.'

'The club doesn't open for another 9 hours. You have 9 hours to get one of the other strippers to do his slot.'

'They are not Harry! Nobody can replace Harry,' Adam argued. Louis took in a deep breath trying to calm his nerves.

'Look I really don' t give a shit. Harry is not working tonight. End of discussion.' Adam himself was trying to keep his patience.

'Do you know how much money Harry made us last night? He made us a whole week's worth of what the other strippers make not to mention the tips he made. He was one happy boy so tell me why should I listen to you and cancel Harry?' Adam asked him. Louis scrambled his mind and blurted out the first thing that came into his mouth.

'Because I need him.' Immediately he wanted to take the words back. What was Adam going to think?

'You need him for what?' Adam asked suddenly curious and Louis wanted to kick himself hard.

Nice going. Keep on up with this shit show.

'Look, I..I want a private show at my basement okay,' Louis lied. He couldn't give anything about whatever this was that was going on in his head. Besides, Adam knew about his basement activities so.....

'Look Mr. Tomlinson, he made us too much money to just send him.....'

'I'll pay you what he made yesterday,' Louis told him interrupting him.

You are insane.

Adam chuckled. 'He made a lot,' he pointed out to Louis. Louis sighed heavily feeling annoyed that Adam won't just accept his offer and shut the fuck up.

'Do you think I can't pay you?' Louis asked him pissed off. Adam chuckled again.

'Oh no that's not my concern. My concern is why do you want to pay a huge amount of money to have him privately in your basement when you can easily come here and.....'

'That is none of your fucking concern. Text me the amount and I'll send you a cheque.'

'Okay,' Adam finally said. 'You are the boss. I'll inform Harry....'

'Leave it. I'll do it. Like you said I'm the fucking boss.'

'Sure thing Mr. Tomlinson.' Louis hung up the phone not wanting to discuss Harry with Adam any further. He knew Adam was suspecting something from his strange behavior but what was there to suspect? He himself didn't even know what all this was about. He looked at his phone. Nothing from Harry yet. Louis felt himself getting agitated. Lynn popped her head in the door.

'Your 11 o'clock are here Sir,' she informed him. Louis huffed, stuffed his phone in his pants pocket and followed her to the boardroom where the executives of Abstraction Games were seated. After brief introductions and shaking of hands, the meeting commenced. But Louis was distracted. His mind was why the fuck Harry didn't reply to his message. He decided then that after this meeting was done he would call him and the urge inside him to beat him senseless for defying him was growing. Just then he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and his first instinct was to pull it out and check but he couldn't, not in the middle of a business meeting. A fluttering started up in his stomach and he lost all train of thought. His mind just went to his phone. It vibrated again and Louis reckoned that this was his meeting, these people came here to bid and battle for his product. If this company didn't take it, someone else would so to hell with it. He pulled out his phone and looked at the two small envelopes indicating he had two messages. He looked up at his clients.

'Excuse me I really need to take this,' he told them.They nodded and Lynn looked at him somewhat weirdly. He swiped his phone and tapped his messages icon and sure enough there were two messages from Harry. His heart lurched as he tapped the first message.

[From Harry]

Good morning. Sorry I took a while to reply. I was in a Literature lecture. Boring :( Hope you are well :)

Louis smiled to himself and didn't give a shit that probably the people in the room where witnessing this. He tapped the second message.

[Form Harry]

Are you mad at me because I didn't reply right away? I'm sorry :(

Louis felt bad that Harry thought he was mad at him. Well, he was right to a point but the fact that Harry remembered made Louis feel a little endearment towards him and his anger ebbed. He went to reply.

[From Louis]

It's ok. Not mad. I'm in a meeting. I'll call you in 30. Answer.

Louis put the phone away and looked at his clients.

'So where were we?' he asked them with a smile, all his anxiety having dissolved because Harry had replied.

Twenty five minutes later the meeting was over. Louis had told them that he would contact them again after having met with his other clients and as he shook hands with them at the door, he was impatient to get back to his office to call Harry. Once he saw them off at the elevators, he rushed back asking Lynn if she would be a dear and get him a Mocha. As soon as he was safely in his office, he took out his phone and dialed Harry. Harry picked up on the second ring.

'Hello Mr. Tomlinson,' Harry replied and Louis could feel Harry's smile even through the phone.

''I thought we had agreed on you calling me Louis,' Louis told him, an equal smile on his face.

'Louis,' Harry said and Louis smiled wider.

'How's your day going?' Louis asked him.

'Boring,' Harry replied. 'Have another lecture in 30.'

'You education shouldn't be boring,' Louis reprimanded him. Harry chuckled.

'Well it kinda is. How's your day going?' He heard Louis sigh heavily. 'That bad?' Harry asked picking up instantly on the way Louis was feeling and Louis secretly liked that, that Harry could just feel what he was feeling.

'Just jam packed full of meeting after meeting.'

'What are you selling them?' Harry asked curiously.

'New gaming software,' Louis told him.

'Oh Niall will love that. He's into gaming and stuff.'

'Aren't you?' Louis asked him.

'Oh no. I don't have the patience for them.'

'Oh right cos you're into stripping.' Louis jabbed him and he heard Harry laugh softly and it made him feel things inside.

'Actually I'm into books and photography and taking long walks and writing.'

'Oh yes that,' Louis told him. 'I forgot you did other things besides strip.' And Harry laughed again.

'I take it you liked my show yesterday?' he asked him, his voice going a little lower and a little huskier and straight to Louis' groin.

Fuck, this boy is gonna kill me.

'I did,' Louis replied, his voice a little hoarse. 'You were amazing. Talking of which, can I take you out to dinner tonight?'

'I can't I'm working,' Harry replied and Louis could hint maybe a little disappointment in his voice?

Delusional much?

'I took the liberty of clearing your work schedule,' Louis told him.

'What?' Harry asked him clearly surprised.

'I said I cleared your...'

'I heard you,' Harry interrupted him. 'Why?'

'Because I want to take you to dinner,' Louis defended. He heard Harry sigh.

'Louis, I need to work. I need the money and I made a lot yesterday,' Harry explained and Louis wanted to....

To what? Provide for him? Take care of his financial status? Give him all that he required? Get him a bigger house? A car? Pay off his tuition?

'Harry, I can pay you what you made yesterday don't worry about it. Its just a dinner.' There was a silent pause on Harry's end. 'Harry?'

'I don't want you to pay me,' Harry told him quietly. He felt like a cheap whore now. Louis probably wanted to take him to dinner then fuck him after and pay him for it and that saddened Harry to the core. Louis took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

'Look, its just one night okay. It's no big deal. Please will you go to dinner with me tonight?' he asked him again and Harry had no choice. After all what Mr. Tomlinson wanted, Mr. Tomlinson got.

'Okay but on one condition.'

'And what is that?' Louis asked smiling to himself happily.

'I get to choose the restaurant,' Harry told him and Louis figured that that was a very small and easy condition.

'Deal,' he told him. 'Ill be at your place at 8 pm sharp.'

'Okay. I'll see you at 8,' Harry told him.

'Pay attention in your next lecture if you want to graduate,' Louis scolded him playfully. Harry rolled his eyes.

'Yes daddy,' he mocked and Louis felt that word go to his dick again making him hard. He swallowed but his throat had gone too dry and his mouth had gone slack. Daddy? Fuck nobody ever called him that before and why did it make him feel sick to the stomach? Why did it make him feel so small and disgusting? Why did it rouse a deep anger in him? Why did it make him feel disgusted that that word made him hard?

'Don't ever ever fucking call me that again. Ever!' Louis told him a little harshly. 'Be ready on time.' He hung up without giving Harry time to reply. He felt a panic attack coming on. He loosened his tie and tried to calm his breathing. Louis gripped his desk with trembling fingers and tried to steady himself, trying not to let the panic attack get out of hand.

He doesn't know.

Louis closed his eyes tightly shut and tried to fight the images behind his closed eyelids and those memories nearly made him cry out but he choked it all back. He wasn't going to let it get to him. His breathing became uneven, shallow and more rapid and Louis was fairly sure he was having an asthma attack. He hadn't had one of those for a while. He didn't really suffer from asthma in itself. His panic attacks sometimes got too bad that he couldn't breathe so his therapist had prescribed for him an inhaler. Now Louis opened the bottom drawer of his desk and reached for it, inhaling on it deeply and immediately he felt his lungs relax and expand, allowing him to breathe. Slowly he calmed down and his breathing returned some what to normal.

Don't blame him. He doesn't know anything.

Louis knew his subconscious was right but that didn't stop the panic attack from coming on. It didn't stop him from spiraling into those dark memories where Louis never ventured if he could help it. He just needed to get it out of his system before meeting Harry later tonight. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts stopping on Ryan. He dialed and waited until on the 3rd ring Ryan answered his phone.

'Be at the basement at 6 pm. Not a moment later,' Louis ordered and hung up. It was gonna be a long fucking day.

X

Harry looked at his silent phone and wondered what had happened. Why did Louis hang up on him and told him never to call him daddy again? The men at the club loved it when they were called daddy. Harry wondered if he had stepped out of line with Louis and this confused him because he never knew exactly where he stood with him. Sometimes Louis made him call him by his first name and acted like his friend and at other times he was the strict Mr. Tomlinson who wanted to be called Sir. Harry didn't know who he was supposed to be around him.

He tucked away his phone as he didn't want any of his friends to see that he owned a very expensive phone that he definitely couldn't afford. They would ask questions he couldn't answer and besides that, he hated to lie to his friends. He walked towards the building where his next lecture was, his mind worried and confused.

The lecture dragged on endlessly though Harry hardly paid any attention to what the professor was saying. His mind was racing with thoughts about Louis and why he had acted the way he did after Harry had called him daddy. Harry was glad when the professor dismissed class a little earlier than usual and he quickly stuffed his things in his bag and made his way out of the building and hurried towards the tube station. He went down the escalators, his mind re-playing this morning's phone call. He hopped onto the tube and lucky for him it wasn't crammed full as it wasn't rush hour yet. He sat down and took out his phone but there was nothing from Louis.

When he got off at the station in Paddington, he hurried down Praed Street on towards Edgware Road. He needed to get home and be ready even though it was still early but there was no way he was going to let Louis wait. Adam had drilled it into him that nobody kept Mr. Tomlinson waiting and after having clearly upset him, there was no way Harry was going to be late. When he got to the flat, he was relieved to see that it was empty and that Niall wasn't home. He needed some alone time to think and in all honesty he didn't want to have to tell Niall that he was going on a date. Wait! He stopped himself right there in mid-thought. Was this a date? But Louis had told him that he didn't date so this was definitely not a date. So what was it?

Dinner with a client.

The thought saddened Harry because deep down he wished that this was a date with Louis. In his mind, Louis was very dateable and dating material but Louis would not date someone like him. Still, in his mind Harry wanted to think that this was a date. It made him feel better about himself if only a little bit. He went into the kitchen and popped a pot noodle into the microwave and turned the kettle on to make a cuppa. As he waited for his food to be done, he couldn't help again but wonder why he had upset Louis so much and he couldn't shake the feeling of fear that settled over him. Harry was scared of Louis. Yes, Louis intimidated him to the point of making him a nervous mess.

The microwave dinged, he took out his steaming noodles and poured his tea then took everything into the living room and set them on the coffee table. He decided that while he waited, he might as well make use of this time and write his paper on Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven' to distract his mind. He ate and worked on his paper, refusing to let his mind wander to Louis and he managed to stay focused on his task, so much so that he didn't lift his head from his work until he heard the door to their flat open. His head snapped up as he watched Niall enter their flat.

'You're home early,' Harry pointed out. Niall shut the door behind him and threw his keys on the kitchen counter.

'What do you mean early? It's 6:20 pm.' Harry's eyes went wide.

'Shit!' he exclaimed as he began closing books and stuffing his hand written sheets of paper into his binder. 'I lost track of time. How did I loose track of time?' he muttered to himself as he continued to clear his stuff away.

'What are you in a hurry for?' Niall asked him languidly. 'You don't start work until 9 pm.' Harry stopped short. Shit!

'I um I'm not um working tonight. I um I'm going out,' he told Niall feeling very flustered. He didn't want anyone to know. Niall looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

'Missing work to go out? Are you going on a date?' he asked him. Harry looked up at him some what startled.

'A date? No um no not a date. Um definitely not a date,' he quickly said, his words rushing out of his mouth, giving the first indication that he was lying. For people like Niall who knew Harry as well as he did, when he spoke fast and his words tumbled out, it could only mean one of two things : either he was lying or was trying to hide something. Niall rested his back against the kitchen counter and folded his arms on his chest.

'So if you're not missing work for a date, then where are you going on a Wednesday night?' he asked him. Harry huffed. He loved Niall to bits but Niall tended to be a little over protective and nosey.

'It's um its just a um dinner w-with a-a client,' Harry stammered.

'And since when do you have dinner with clients Harry? A client I'm assuming from Garlands?' Niall questioned him not letting up. Harry sighed in defeat. He couldn't hide things from Niall as hard as he tried but he could bend the truth.

'Yes Niall a client from Garlands. Sometimes they just need company outside the club like this particular client,' Harry lied hoping Niall would just drop it but Niall stared him down.

'Is this client perhaps the same one that gave you that ridiculously expensive phone right there?' Niall asked pointing at the gold iPhone resting on top of Harry's books. Fuck! Harry looked down and sure enough there was his phone on his books. He had left it out just in case Louis called. He remained silent and just looked up at Niall. Niall walked over to him.

'Harry what are you doing?' he asked, his voice full of concern.

'Nothing,' Harry whined out.

'Nothing? Nobody gives out those kind of phones for nothing. You strip at that place and do lap dances and a client gives you a phone and now he's taking you out to dinner?' Harry looked at Niall.

'What are you implying Niall?' Harry asked him. Niall took in a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.

'You're not doing anything illegal are you?' Harry knew where he was going with this.

'You mean like being a prostitute?' Harry asked him and when Niall remained silent Harry knew that that was where his mind had gone to and to be honest he felt a little offended and hurt that his best mate would think this about him.

'No Niall its nothing like that. I wouldn't....' but he stopped right there because he had done sexual things with Louis. Instead he told him : 'I'm still a virgin so I'm not having sex with clients if that's what you're implying.'

Partial truth! Said client did make you come twice!

'I'm just worried about you Haz. I never wanted you to get that job in the first place and the reason I agreed is that Zayn promised to look out for you but I don't think he is,' Niall told him sounding worried. Harry began to feel nervous because if Niall talked to Zayn, Zayn would find out who the client was for sure.

'Look Niall I promise there's nothing going on okay. You don't need to worry and please don't tell Zayn anything. I don't want to get fired. I need this job. You can trust me.' Harry pleaded with him. Niall looked at him for a while as if contemplating what to do then he sighed.

'Alright I won't tell him anything and I do trust you Harry. It's those guys that come to the club to see you that I don't trust. You're a kind naïve boy Harry and I don't want anyone taking advantage of you.' Harry felt overwhelmed by Niall's love and care for him and he just hugged his friend tightly to his chest.

'Thank you Ni. I'll be careful don't worry. I'm not stupid.' He pulled back and gave him a smile. 'I have to shower. Shit I don't know what I'm going to wear yet,' Harry told him as he walked towards their small bathroom undressing as he went. He got into the shower and Niall sat on the closed toilet.

'Is it casual or formal?' Niall asked him.

'Casual,' Harry replied from under the shower.

'So I'm assuming he's rich since he got you an iPhone 7 just for fun?' Niall pressed. Harry chuckled.

'He's loaded.'

'A sugar daddy huh?' Niall teased. Harry poked his head out of the shower, his hair full of shampoo.

'Niall! He is not my sugar daddy! What the hell?' Niall laughed and raised both his hands in surrender.

'I was messing with you jeez. Sensitive much? So where is he taking you?' Niall asked.

'I get to choose since he took me to an expensive.......' Harry shut up immediately cursing his big mouth. Niall got up off the toilet as if electrocuted and pulled the shower curtain open exposing a wet and naked Harry.

'He already took you out before? So this is like a second date?' Harry tried to pull the curtain free from Niall's grasp but Niall wasn't having it. 'When did this happen? Harry you need to start talking. Do you like like him? Like... like him like him as in the way you would like a boyfriend? Harry who is he?' Harry took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

'Let me finish my shower and I'll tell you,' he told him quietly. Niall let the curtain go.

'Fine. I'll make tea,' he told him as he walked out of the bathroom.

When Harry went to his bedroom to get changed with a towel around his waist and one around his head, he found Niall sitting on his bed, two cups of hot tea on the desk.

'Right spill boyo,' Niall told him right away. Harry nodded and opened his wardrobe with his few clothes hanging in there. There wasn't much to tell him really. He rummaged through his shirts trying to find the most decent looking one.

'Its Louis Tomlinson,' he told him quietly.

'What?' Niall shrieked nearly choking on his tea. 'The fucking CEO of TGE?' Harry nodded as he pulled out a black sheer shirt, surveying it and trying to decide if it was good enough.

'Yeah,' Harry told him. Niall was lost for words.

'How? When?' Harry sighed and as he continued to go through his clothes to figure out what to wear he told Niall about Louis, making sure to keep out the intimate parts.

X

Louis stood in front of his full length mirror and admired himself dressed in his royal blue Vivienne Westwood suit. He wore a white shirt underneath but no tie. He didn't want to be too formal so he went for an open neck shirt. After his time with Ryan in the basement, he felt better, more relaxed. Ryan was his favorite boy. He always took what Louis gave him though Louis knew their limits. It was true that he never gave them a safe word but he never exceeded his limits or theirs. They were familiar with the belts by now. They were acquainted with them. They knew he hardly ever went over 20 hits and they knew he only used the belts and cuffs and nothing more. They also knew that he would fuck them hard after he beat them with the belt. They knew all this when they signed their NDA's. They were free to decline anytime they wanted to. Louis was not a savage sadist. He paid them well for their services and had Jarvis look after them when he was done with them and they never complained. After all some welts and a very sore butt healed and they were being paid handsomely for it! Win win for both parties.

Louis looked at his watch. 7:30 pm. Soon. He felt that fluttering again and it excited him. Harry had agreed to come to dinner with him even though he had put a condition on him, something nobody had ever laid down on him or even dared to but he let the boy have his condition. Louis looked at his reflection again and liked what he saw. He had styled his hair into a neat quiff but didn't shave the day's stubble. He quite liked it but couldn't keep it for the office. When he was sure everything about him was perfect, he headed downstairs looking for Angus but met Leonard, his personal assistant in the hallway downstairs.

'Sir, Angus told me to inform you that he will be bringing the car round in 5 minutes. Might I get you a drink while you wait?' Louis gave him a small smile. He liked Leonard. He was the best personal assistant that he could ever hope for. He helped Louis with out of the office activities and errands and kept him up to date with his social calendar.

'Thank you Leonard that would be nice,' Louis told him as he followed Leonard into his huge living room. Leonard went to the drinks cabinet and poured Louis a stiff Jamesons while Louis stood before the fireplace, with its nice fire warming the room. He sipped the whiskey slowly.

'Will you be needing anything else Sir?' Leonard asked him but Louis shook his head.

'That will be all for tonight thank you,' he told him, dismissing him. Leonard left the room and shortly after, Angus informed him that the car was up front waiting for him. Louis followed him out and into the car, giving Angus directions to Harry's flat. His anger at Harry had all but subsided and now he was anxious to see him, wondering which hotel or restaurant Harry had chosen for their dinner tonight. As Angus drove him through the dark and wet streets of London, Louis took out his phone and text Harry.

[From Louis]

On the way.

He hit send and almost immediately a text came in from Harry.

[From Harry]

I'm ready.

Louis smiled to himself and tried to relax but as soon as Angus turned onto Edgware Road, his nervous system went crazy. He rubbed his hands together, a gesture he did when nervous and tried to calm himself down reminding himself that it was only Harry. The car stopped in front of the building and Angus got out to open the door for Louis. As Louis stepped out on to the pavement, Harry exited his building and for a moment they stood staring at each other. Louis felt his breath catch when he saw Harry emerging dressed in black skinny jeans, a black sheer shirt open almost all the way revealing his tattoos and a black blazer over the shirt. His hair was down about his shoulders and Louis could swear he felt his knees buckle.

Steady!

Harry looked at him like a deer begging the lion not to eat it, trying to gauge Louis' mood. Was Louis still angry with him? Cautiously, he walked towards Louis and stopped a few paces away from him, taking in his magnificent self in that royal blue suit and the fact that for the first time since they had met, Louis wasn't wearing a tie.

'Hi,' Louis told him, clearing his throat because his voice sounded a little whiney.

You are so whipped.

Harry smiled at him, relieved to see that Louis was not mad at him.

'Hi yourself,' Harry replied flashing his dimples at Louis. Louis kept staring at Harry not knowing what to say until Harry cleared his throat to get his attention. Louis felt flustered that he had been caught staring so he turned towards the car and motioned for Harry.

'Shall we?' he told him.

'We won't be needing the car,' Harry told him and Louis looked at him puzzled.

'We won't?' he asked and Harry shook his head.

'You can tell your driver to go home,' Harry told him and Louis though confused, shrugged and told Angus to go home and that he will call him when he needed him. When Angus was gone, Harry began walking and Louis fell in step with him. They walked in silence, Louis wondering where the hell Harry was taking him. This was so out of the ordinary for him. He never walked anywhere and if he did walk, he'd have Calvin with him. He felt exposed. Harry turned on to Praed Street and Louis had to hurry to keep up with his long strides.

'Do we have much farther to go?' Louis asked him trying to keep up with Harry. The boy's legs were far too long to keep up with!

'Not much,' Harry told him.

'Where are we even going?' Louis asked him trying to think of what hotels or restaurants where around here that Harry could have possible chosen. Harry stopped at the traffic lights in front of the Burger King and Louis hoped to God that he was not taking him in there.

'Across the street,' Harry told him being a little shit. Louis looked across the street and his stomach fell as soon as he saw McDonalds. There was no way in fucking hell he was having dinner in there not even if Harry begged on his knees. On second thoughts......

The light turned to green and the traffic stopped so they crossed over to the other side and Harry headed over to Garfunkel's on the corner across from Paddington Tube Station. Louis sighed. Well at least it wasn't McDonald's. It wasn't the beautiful restaurant and wine bar at the Hilton but Harry could've chosen worse.

Inside was nice and cozy and not too crowded. The lights were dimmed down and the atmosphere was relaxed. A waitress came to greet them at the door.

'Table for two?' she asked them with a smile. Harry returned it and asked her if it was possible to have a booth. She told them to follow her and led them to the side of the restaurant and into a booth that seated four. Harry thanked her and they slid onto the leather seats facing each other.

'Do you like it?' Harry asked him suddenly feeling a little self conscious about choosing this place for Louis. He was definitely not used to this kind of restaurant. Louis shrugged.

'Its okay I guess. I thought you would've chose something...classier,' he told him as the waitress came back and placed two menus in front of them.

'Can I take your drink order?' she asked. Harry was quick to order a glass of white wine and Louis, seeing nothing on the menu that was familiar to him (after all the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu was only 25 pounds) he ordered the same as Harry. When she left they looked at the menu.

'There's nothing expensive here,' Louis pointed out as if that was a crime. Harry chuckled.

'That was the whole point of coming here,' he told him still scanning the menu. Louis looked up from his menu, his brow furrowed in confusion.

'And what exactly is the point you are trying to make here?' he asked him playfully. Harry put the menu down and smiled at him.

'I brought you somewhere I can afford to buy you dinner. I know you are not used to this. I know this is not you but its me. Its my side of life and I can't afford to take you to the places you are used to but I can buy you dinner anyway,' Harry told him, his face innocent. Louis felt his chest expand and that funny feeling start up beneath his sternum. So Harry had brought him here to pay dinner for him! That was hands down the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him! He was so consumed with being in control of always having each situation under his control that this....this felt...

Nice? Different? Like a date?

Louis went back to the menu because he didn't know what to say to that. He only cleared his throat and said : 'This is not a date.' Harry smiled into the menu.

'I know. I know you don't date. It's just a business dinner okay?' Louis looked at him over the menu.

'Yeah a business dinner.'

Dinner was easy. They ordered their food and talked. Louis felt more relaxed and he had to admit that this place was relaxing. He asked Harry a lot of questions about his studies and life when he was little. Louis on the other hand only talked about his work. He never ventured into his private life, past or present and Harry didn't push but he was eager to talk about himself especially about his mum who Louis learned that Harry loved dearly and missed terribly. At one point while he was telling Louis how he took care of her during her chemo and final days, a stray tear rolled down his face which he quickly wiped away but which Louis didn't miss and which made Louis want to hold him so badly.

Where is this coming from? You never hold anyone.

Louis didn't knew where the hell it was coming from but it was there, in every fiber of his being, a desire he never had before but so desperately felt now. As he watched the boy in front of him talk, those plump pink lips moving with his slow drawl, gesticulating with those big hands of his and chewing on his vegetarian pizza as he sipped his wine, Louis' mind began to drift to possibilities. To what ifs. His mind began to wonder to many scenarios where all of them included Harry and it scared him. Louis never needed anybody. Louis always made it on his own. Louis had always kept himself unattached from people because you cannot reply on people. Because people use you and leave you. Because if you let them in, they will tear you up in pieces and leave you to die amidst the ashes of a trashed and burned heart. Louis never allowed anyone in close enough to burn him with their touch but this boy sitting across from him, was setting him on fire, opening doors that Louis had never dreamed possible of opening.

Harry had stopped talking and Louis focused on him. He was really beautiful and innocent and Louis wanted that. But what had he to give to Harry? His life was a dark mess. His darkness would be too much for this innocent boy and it would swallow him whole and corrupt him. He wasn't ready to share his life, his past...he didn't even know how to let anyone else in. He wasn't ready to lose control. He wasn't ready to let Harry take any control over him.

Newsflash! He already has!

'Louis did you hear what I said?' Harry's voice brought Louis out of his torturous thoughts and back to the quiet little restaurant on the corner, in the booth he was sharing with this boy who earned a living as a stripper in his club.

'Sorry,' Louis told him with a smile. 'I was just thinking.' He watched Harry try not to look disappointed that Louis wasn't paying attention to him as he looked down at his half eaten pizza.

'You're not enjoying this are you?' Harry asked him quietly. He should've known better than to bring the CEO of TGE, a multi-billionaire to this stupid restaurant with a cheap menu. Louis was probably bored out of his senses, disgusted by the cheap food and was counting the minutes till he got out of here and returned to his glamorous life but Harry was surprised when he felt Louis' hand cover his and squeeze it gently.

'Trust me Harry, I haven't had this much fun in ages.This is different for me but different in a good way,' Louis told him and he was rewarded with a beautiful smile as it spread on Harry's face, popping out his dimples which Louis wanted to poke at really badly but didn't feel it was appropriate.

'Really?' Harry asked him.

'Really really,' Louis assured him. 'Now tell me what you said that I didn't hear.' Harry returned to his jolly self.

'I asked you if you wanted dessert?' Louis quirked an eyebrow at him.

'Hmm buying me dessert too huh? I feel so spoiled,' he told him. Harry's face went a little serious as he looked up at Louis through his eyelashes.

'You should be spoiled,' Harry told him in a quiet voice, 'but I don't have much to spoil you with. I mean, what can I give a person that has everything?' Louis felt those words stab right through his heart.

Oh trust me you are giving me so much.

Louis squeezed his hand again. 'Harry, as a person that has everything I could ever dream of wanting, I have learned that there are things that money just cannot buy. I have all the money in the world but all this money cannot buy love, respect, honesty or loyalty. People love me for what I am not who I am. They mostly fear me and that's why they respect me and are loyal to me. Trust me when I say that what you are giving me tonight is one of those things that all the money in the world just cannot buy and yes you are spoiling me, so don't ever doubt yourself.' Harry gave him another blinding smile.

'Well the night is not over yet. I have more in store for you,' he told him excitedly. Louis leaned back, pulling his hand away from Harry.

'Okay then. Why don't you get us dessert because I'm curious to see what you have in store for me.' Harry ordered them both raspberry cheesecake and Louis complimented him on the excellent choice. When they finished, Harry called the waitress over to get them the bill which she did without delay. They were the only two left in the restaurant and the poor soul probably wanted to close up and go home. Harry pulled out his wallet.

'Harry,' Louis told him softly, 'let me pay. Please.' Harry gave him a smile.

'I can afford this. I made a lot from my solo strip show,' he told him giving him a wink. Why did it irritate Louis so much that Harry was paying for their dinner with money other men had stuffed in his thong? Still, Louis smiled at him.

'Okay but I'm leaving the tip,' he said and Harry nodded. Harry placed 50 pounds in the black leather case then Louis fished out his wallet and left a 100 pound tip. Harry looked at him with his mouth open.

'You can't leave a tip bigger than the bill!' he protested. Louis shrugged.

'I'm Louis Tomlinson watch me,' he told him with a smirk on his face.

'But...' Harry began protesting but Louis put his hand up stopping him.

'Harry, look at that waitress. She's miserable. She's probably been here on a shift that's over 8 hours. She looks tired as fuck. How about we make her night huh? Its no big deal.' Harry looked at him with adoration in his eyes.

'You are too kind,' Harry said softly. Louis shrugged again.

'I just help out wherever I can,' he told him as he deposited the money along with Harry's and got up. 'Come on then. I believe you have more in store for me?' Harry smiled, nodding his head. He got up and together they walked outside. It was cold but thankfully not raining.

'Where to?' Louis asked him. 'Shall I call Angus to drive us?' Harry looked at him with mischief in his eyes and smiled a lopsided grin.

'Nope. We are taking the tube.' Louis' eyes went wide.

'You are making me take the fucking tube when I have a perfectly good chauffeur and a classic Bentley at my disposal?' he asked him horrified. Harry laughed.

'Yes I am making you take the tube,' Harry told him amused at Louis' horror. Louis scowled at him.

'You bastard! You're enjoying this aren't you, you little shit?' Louis told him playfully.

'Very much so,' Harry told him still laughing. 'Now come on we have to get you an oyster card.'

'A what?' Louis asked him. Harry huffed patiently.

'You need an oyster card to travel on the tube with,' Harry explained with the patience you give while explaining something to a child. 'Now come on.' They crossed the street towards the entrance to the tube. Louis stopped at the entrance just beneath the sign that said Paddington and looked down the steep stairs leading into the underground station as hot air wafted up right into his face.

'I can't fucking believe I'm letting you take me on the tube,' Louis said. 'It's suffocating and its claustrophobic down there.' Harry smiled at him and reached out as if to take his hand but then thought better of it and dropped his hand.

'Its not that bad. Now c'mon and see how the other half lives.' Louis rolled his eyes but followed Harry down the stairs into the tube where Harry went to a machine and started pressing buttons and putting coins in. Louis looked around. The tube was almost empty. He walked over to the underground map and he looked at it, at all the colored lines of the railways intersecting each other. He had no fucking idea how it even worked. Harry came back and waved a blue card in front of Louis' face.

'There you go Mr. Tomlinson, your very own oyster card. Shall we?' Harry asked him indicating towards the escalators. Louis watched as Harry placed his card on the machine to allow them entrance and he did the same. Once he was through, they walked towards the escalators and began descending. Harry looked at Louis who had a serious face and wondered if he had done the right thing doing this. Did he make him feel uneasy or uncomfortable making him travel on the tube?

'Are you okay?' Harry asked him concern oozing out of his voice. Louis looked down at him.

'I'm fine. This is just new,' he told Harry giving him as mile.

'I'm sorry if I made you.....' but Louis reached out and very gently touched his cheek for a brief second before pulling his hand away.

'Its okay Harry. I'm actually enjoying this.' Harry doubted it but he was pleased that Louis was putting an effort. Once they reached the bottom they made their way to the platform and waited. 'So where are you taking me?' Louis asked him curiously. Harry fidgeted nervously with his fingers because now he began doubting this whole evening.

'To um to a um a bar near the um London Bridge,' he told him unsure. Louis smiled.

'Tower Bridge,' he corrected him. 'Many people call it the London Bridge but its actually the Tower Bridge. Lovely. I could do with a drink or two.' Just then the train rumbled noisily into the station with a whoosh of wind as the voice on the intercom informed people to "mind the gap please" and Louis wondered how thousands of people did this every day, this noisy, claustrophobic piece of machinery that traveled so fast in the tunnels beneath London. When the train stopped they got on and Louis surveyed the train as he sat down next to Harry. Only a few people were on board : an elderly couple, a mother with a stroller and two kids, a clump of teenagers who were being rather noisy, a man in a suit engrossed in his newspaper and a girl that looked like she had stepped out of a horror movie. Louis had to admit that he felt uncomfortable and out of his element but Harry was showing him his life, how he lived. And Harry was beside him so it was all good.

After changing tubes and taking another train, they finally got off at London Bridge tube station. Harry was mostly silent as he felt like an idiot for thinking Louis might enjoy this evening even though he had reassured him that he was actually enjoying it. Once they stepped outside into the chilly London night, Louis inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

'Where to now?' he asked him. Harry looked at him not even sure if he actually wanted to take him anywhere else but Louis looked relaxed and in an agreeable mood.

'There's um a bar not um a pub,' he told Louis quickly figuring that Louis was not a pub person but more of a wine bar kinda guy. 'It's um down here not too um far away. My friend he um is a bar tender there.' Louis smiled at him, a fond smile because Harry looked flustered.

'Relax. I'm enjoying myself. You are giving me many firsts so you should be happy. There are not many firsts left for me but tonight you are making a whole lot of firsts for me. Lead the way.' Harry felt himself relax a little and began walking towards the bar with Louis keeping up step beside him. When they arrived, Louis was impressed with the place. It was quiet with soft music playing in the background, dim lights and comfortable arm chairs. As soon as they were inside, Harry's friend greeted them.

'Hey Harry,' the ginger guy told him and immediately Louis stiffened as he looked the guy up and down. Ginger hair, ginger beard, heavily tattooed, nice eyes and cute smile.

Put your jealousy away. It doesn't become you.

Harry smiled at the guy while they walked towards him.

'Hey Ed how's it going?' Ed smiled at him.

'Good mate. What about you? Long time no see.' Harry gave him his dimpled smile and Louis stuffed his fisted hands in his suit pants.

That smile is not exclusively yours you know.

'I'm good,' Harry replied casually. 'Busy with studies and work.' Ed nodded.

'But you did take next Monday off right? It is your 20th birthday and we are going to celebrate. Niall has been making plans so you better be up for a night of food and booze.' Louis stiffened besides Harry. Next Monday was his birthday? And how did he not know this? Harry was turning 20 in five days and he did not know this. Why?

Because you are just his boss. You are his job. Not a close friend.

Louis was lost in thought about it being Harry's birthday and how it made him feel pissed off that he did not know this. Or was a part of it.

You've known him for a little over 3 weeks. What makes you think you are so important and valuable in his life that he would want to share his birthday with you?

Harry's voice brought him round and he found both Harry and Ed looking at him.

'Louis this is Ed, a long time friend of mine. Ed this is...um this is ugh...'

'Louis. Louis Tomlinson his boss,' Louis interrupted Harry as he held out his hand and shook it with Ed. Ed looked a little confused from Louis to Harry. He could tell the age and class difference between them right away. It screamed and flashed in neon lights. Not that any of that mattered but it was...weird. What was Harry doing with this guy? He wasn't his type or in his league. Louis, who was good at reading people and detecting thoughts, told him: 'We are out on a business meeting.' Ed nodded at him but couldn't help to notice the look on Harry's face. A look that screamed hurt and disappointed. Being a bar tender, Ed had learned all about people and there was something more here than what was being let on.

'You okay Haz?' Ed asked him and Harry gave him a weak smile.

'Yeah I'm fine Ed. We're gonna sit at a table yeah.' Ed nodded.

'I'll send Luke over to get your orders.' He watched as Harry walked beside Louis to a table at the back of the bar. They sat down and Luke came over to get their orders. Louis noticed that Harry had gone quiet and was sitting looking at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers.

You upset him.

'Harry,' Louis said softly, 'did I do something wrong? Was I wrong to introduce myself to your friend as your boss?' Louis hated to doubt himself. He was always so concrete in his actions but around Harry he just didn't know what to do. He second guessed himself and he hated that! Harry looked at him and Louis could see that he was sad, that the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes and it made him nervous that he knew and noticed these things about Harry.

'No,' he said softly, 'you are my boss after all Mr. Tomlinson.' Louis huffed out a breath.

'I thought we had established it that you will call me Louis,' he told him. Harry chewed on his bottom lip.

'If this is a business meeting then I should call you accordingly,' Harry replied.

'Harry this is not a business meeting for fucks sake,' Louis snapped and he saw Harry flinch. 'Look,' Louis told him more calmly, 'this can be whatever you want it to be okay.' Harry looked him deep in the eyes and Louis felt a shift inside him, like his heart was falling through his stomach.

'It can't be what I want it to be because you don't date,' Harry told him, his voice low. Louis looked at him stunned. He wants to date me?

God you are so thick. It's so obvious that he does but you're not good for the boy. You'll just ruin an innocent boy.

Louis ran a hand through his hair. 'No. I don't!' he told him not wanting to give Harry any false hopes because his subconscious was right. He wasn't good for Harry. He was probably intrigued because the boy was a virgin, innocent and pure and Louis had never had that. Just then Luke came over and placed the drinks in front of them and left.

'Its okay,' Harry told him. 'I get it. I know what you want from me and you can have what you want Sir......'

'Cut it the fuck out Harry!' Louis snapped at him again. He felt the anger begin to spike in him.

Tell him something. Reassure the boy.

'Look, I don't want to fuck you okay. Well maybe I do but that's not the point here. I like spending time with you. I like talking with you. I don't have anybody in my life like you so can't we just enjoy it for what it is? No strings attached? No labels on it? Can't we just...be?' Louis asked him his voice pleading. Harry smiled at him.

'We can be whatever you wish us to be.'

'Fuck Harry!!' Louis hissed. 'Its not about what I want only. I want you to want it too. I want you to just...just...fuck!'

Tell him you just want him to be with you. Tell him.

Harry reached out tentatively and placed his hand on Louis' thigh under the table. 'I want it too,' he told him and Louis let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. God this boy could make him sweat buckets and have anxiety fits. Louis took a sip of his whiskey.

'Thank you,' he told him, all anger in him dissipating. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know how to express his emotions or even understand what he was feeling and put it into words or actions. This was new. They had a couple of more drinks and when they began to feel a tad bit tipsy, they decided to leave.

'Where are you taking me next?' Louis asked Harry with a fond smile.

'For a walk,' Harry told him. They began walking amidst the other bars and cafes until they emerged in front of the London Bridge all lit up. It was a lovely sight and they stood for a moment looking at it.

'Its beautiful,' Louis told him. 'Been ages since I actually had time to appreciate anything besides the view outside my office window which is not a big deal compared to this.' Just then it began to lift to allow a vessel through.

'Look,' Harry told him pointing to it, 'its lifting up. And we get to see it. They say if you witness the bridge opening up you get good luck.' Louis looked at Harry's profile as he looked at the bridge.

'I don't think I need any more good luck then I already got,' he told him, his voice low. Harry turned to face him and when he did, Louis didn't hesitate. He moved closer and placed his lips to Harry's. For a moment Harry stood stock still but when he felt Louis' lips move on his, he kissed him back. At first it was just a simple kiss, just lips but Louis wanted more. He needed more. He let his tongue touch Harry's lower lip to see if he was allowed and Harry was quick to allow him entrance. Louis deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting Harry, still a trace of the bacardi and coke he had been drinking. The kiss was deep but slow and languid and they found themselves moving even closer, one of Louis' hands reaching to grab a fistful of Harry's curls and one of Harry's hands on Louis' waist, his long fingers digging into the skin above the waistband of Louis' suit pants. Just as the kiss started to heat up, Louis pulled back. He searched Harry's face for any sign that might tell him if this was okay or that maybe he had overstepped some invisible boundary line but all he saw were a pair of green eyes shining and red lips smiling down at him. Louis had never kissed anyone like that before and he liked it. He couldn't imagine kissing any of his boys like this. It was only Harry. Just Harry.

You're falling.

Harry cleared his throat to get Louis' attention and Louis gave it to him unconditionally.

'Would you um like want to come over to my flat for a cup of coffee? I think we um both need it after all those drinks,' Harry offered.

'What about your flat mate? Wouldn't you have to explain me to him?' Louis asked him.

'He won't be back tonight. He's been seeing Emily for the past couple of weeks and sometimes he stays over at her place. Like today.' Louis nodded.

'Okay yeah I could do with a coffee to sober up,' he told him. 'But we are taking a taxi not the damn fucking tube again.' Harry laughed.

'You didn't like it huh?'

'Fuck no!' Louis told him as they began walking towards the road. Harry decided to test waters and he slipped his hand inside Louis'. What was the worst that could happen? Louis would yell at him and tell him not to touch him. But he didn't. He only closed his fingers round Harry's hand and held it gently.

It wasn't hard to get a taxi at nearly midnight on a Wednesday night and after a 15 minute ride, Harry was unlocking the door to his small flat. Luckily, Niall hadn't left a mess behind him and the flat was fairly clean. Harry turned on the kitchen light as Louis walked into the small living room and took off his suit jacket, throwing it on the back of the sofa. Harry put the kettle on and while it boiled, he went about lightening a few scented candles.

'Hmm they smell nice,' Louis complimented and Harry smiled.

'I can't live without my candles,' he told him. 'Or my vinyls.'

'You collect vinyls?' Louis asked him, his interest spiking. Harry nodded towards a small unit in the back of the room wedged near the window and the radiator which held a small collection of vinyls. Louis got up and crouched down viewing his collection. Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Rod Stewart, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Queen, Journey and Eagles.

'You have a fine collection here,' Louis told him impressed as he got up. 'Can I put one on?'

'Sure,' Harry told him from the kitchen. He pulled out Crystal Visions by Stevie Nicks and soon the beautiful sounds of 'Edge of Seventeen' filled the tiny apartment. Harry came back with two mugs of coffee and placed them on the coffee table.

'Nice choice,' he told Louis as he sat down next to him. It became a little awkward both of them sitting next to each other, thighs touching, listening to Stevie Nicks. They both couldn't deny the pull they felt for each other, it was like a magnet pulling them to each other and they could do nothing against the force of it. It was Louis who again turned to look at Harry, his eyes going from Harry's lips to his eyes back to his lips again.

'I'm going to kiss you again.' Louis forewarned him but didn't give Harry time to say yes or no because he attached his lips to Harry's, plunging his tongue into Harry's mouth and tasting him again. He could feel his whole body burning, his dick growing in his pants. Harry placed a hand behind Louis' neck and pulled him in closer and deeper, their tongues clashing together hungrily. Louis threw caution to the wind and he began fumbling with the buttons of Harry's shirt and Harry let him. Soon the shirt was off him and Harry was on his back on the couch and Louis on top of him, lying between his open legs.

Louis continued to kiss him hungrily and lick into his mouth as his hand roamed Harry's torso, Louis' deft fingers brushing over Harry's already hard nipples and when Harry moaned into his mouth at the sensation, Louis pinched the perky nub between his thumb and index finger, making Harry moan louder and arch his back off the couch.

He's a virgin! Go easy. You don't even know what to do with a virgin.

Louis wasn't listening. He was lost in these new sensations. He never done this before. He never had or gave any foreplay. He never made love to anyone. He never prepped any of his boys. He just fucked. He just plunged in, came and got out. He never gave. He only took. Yet with Harry he wanted to try. He wanted to give him. He wanted to please him and feel him. And felt him he did as soon as Harry bucked up his hips, rubbing his hard cock against Louis' own hard dick and on impulse, Louis ground down on him and the feeling was wonderful, too new, too hot. The picked up a rhythm just rutting against each other and breathing into each others open mouths, enjoying the feeling each others body was giving them.

'C-can I t-take o-off my jeans?' Harry asked him breathlessly and Louis simply nodded, getting off him for two seconds just till Harry got his jeans off. Louis however remained clothed.

Think about this. He's new to this. He's a virgin. Don't just do this to him because you're horny.

Louis' mind just went blank the moment Harry resumed his position beneath him in just those tiny boxers of his. Louis could feel every inch of Harry's body pressed against him and the urge to fuck him senseless was growing within him. Harry seemed to read his mind.

'You can if you want to,' he whispered as Louis kissed along his jaw and neck. Louis raised his head and looked into his green eyes.

'You don't want to trust me with this Harry,' he told him his voice a hoarse warning. He was telling him the truth hoping to discourage him enough that Harry would have the courage to stop this before Louis lost all his control.

'I do want to,' Harry told him bucking up his hips up against Louis' erection. Louis hissed at the contact.

'Harry,' Louis moaned out a breathless protest. Harry took Louis' hand and guided it between his legs. Louis cupped Harry's erection, feeling how big and hard he was through the thin material of the tight boxers

'I want you. Please,' Harry begged him and Louis was so close to loosing his resolve. Harry rutted against his hand and placed kisses along his neck. 'Please Sir,' he whispered against his skin. Louis closed his eyes tightly shut fighting a personal internal battle. He could fuck him here, now and then leave and move on with his life or he could get up, walk out the door and do the right thing by Harry. He could choose to think with his dick or with his head.

Or with your heart perhaps?

Harry was not just another boy to use and throw away, to fuck and move on from. Deep down Louis knew he was special and he knew he was feeling something for him. He couldn't just fuck him and leave him, use him like the others. That would break Harry and it would break him too.

You are in too deep.

Louis got up off of Harry abruptly and looked at his startled face.

'I can't do this. I just can't fucking do this,' he snapped at him. Harry sat up feeling exposed and embarrassed.

'Am I not good enough for you?' he asked him in a broken voice.

Better hurt him with the truth then deceive him with a lie.

'I'm just not cut of for this shit Harry. This...this is all too confusing for me. I just can't. I have to go.' And without another word, Louis turned and walked out of the apartment slamming the door hard behind him leaving a half naked Harry in tears.

As Louis stomped down the stairs, he pulled out his phone and called Angus to come and pick him up. He pushed the front door open and was glad for the cold night air that hit him and filled his lungs. He realized then that he had left his suit jacket upstairs but there was no way he was going back up for it. The jacket be damned. His body ached in ways it never ached before. It craved something it never craved before and it desired something it had never desired before. He ached, craved and desired Harry. For the first time in his life, he wanted something he could never have. The thought scared him yet it gave him something that he had never felt before : hope.

On that deserted street while Louis waited to be picked up, he looked up at the night sky and wondered if he could dare to hope to give flight to what he was feeling.

Chapter Text

On A Whole New Level.

Louis woke up in a sour mood. It was much more than sour actually. It was bad. One of those moods where Louis prayed that no one would get in his way and save him from having to go to jail for unpremeditated murder. Not even this morning's gym session, which included a round of kick boxing had done anything to relieve his mood. He felt irritated and frustrated and annoyed with everything and everyone.

He made his way into the kitchen and found Leonard having a cup of tea with Mrs. Davis.

'Good morning Sir,' Leonard told him, picking up instantly on his boss' mood. 'I got your mail and newspapers.' Louis didn't reply. He just nodded at him and slid on a stool at the breakfast bar.

'Breakfast?' Mrs. Davis asked him noticing the scowl on his face and the deep furrowed lines between his eyebrows.

'Just coffee,' he said. Leonard and Mrs. Davis exchanged a knowing look. They had seen plenty of these moods and were accustomed to them by now. Leonard cleared his throat to get his attention.

'Sir there is an issue I need to speak to you about,' Leonard told him, treading carefully. He really didn't want to lose his job or end up decapitated. Louis kept going through his mail.

'Can't it wait?' he snapped at him. Leonard took a deep breath.

'I am afraid it cannot Sir. It's regarding this,' Leonard told him as he handed him a copy of The Sun which Louis snatched from his hands. He looked at the front of the newspaper and his eyes went wide and his frustration and annoyance sky rocketed.

'What the fuck?' he yelled as the looked at the bold headlines staring him in the face as if mocking him. "Multi Billionare Louis Tomlinson on a romantic night stroll with mystery brunette." It was above a grainy picture of him and Harry last night walking hand in hand by the Tower Bridge. The full story was splashed on Page 8 where it said how the most elusive bachelor Louis Tomlinson had found love with the mystery brunette as they took a midnight stroll by the Tower Bridge where they exchanged a passionate kiss. There were more pictures of them, even one of them kissing! Louis slammed down the newspaper hard making Leonard and Mrs. Davis jump.

'Fucking Dan Wootan!' he bellowed. 'He has fucking paps everywhere the fucking troll! Making a fucking story where there isn't one. I'll sue his motherfucking ass. Leonard, call my God damn lawyer. NOW! And my fucking PR. I need them to issue a fucking statement denying this shit. Motherfucking cunt! I'll show this asshole what happens when he messes with me!' Louis got up off the stool and thundered towards his room hoping that a hot shower would ease the tension inside of him.

He got to his room feeling like a volcano ready to erupt and destroy everything in his wake. He paced the length of his room and back again. This was wrong! He shouldn't have been papped! His private life was his own and what he did shouldn't be of anyone's concern. Suddenly he stopped short of what he was doing. Harry! They were going to get attention on Harry and drag him through the dirt. If they found out who he was, the media would hound him. People who didn't know Harry wouldn't recognize him but those who knew him would clearly see that it was him even though his face didn't show in the pictures. Louis didn't want a spotlight on Harry. He had his studies and his future to look forward to and he didn't need this kind of exposure especially not from Dan Dickhead who lied and printed shit in The Sun. Who the fuck made him a journalist anyway? He would find out and sue their fucking ass too!

Louis got under the shower and as he let the hot water wash over him, he knew that he had to protect Harry from all of this. Last night he had been careless. He had let his guard down. He had strolled hand in hand and kissed in public like a teenager! He had never in his life shown any PDA. Ever. And now here he was, splashed out on The fucking Sun as the hot topic of the day. People will gossip and wonder about him now. He had always kept his life private until Harry came along because Harry made him act like a fucking school boy with a crush. Harry made him lose all reason and sense of right and wrong.

So you finally admit that you have a crush on him?

Louis ground his teeth together as he got out of the shower. 'Fuck you. Not today. Don't give me any fucking lectures,' he growled out loud in his steamy bathroom. He wasn't in the mood for his subconscious to play Jacob Marley on him. He needed to get to the office and sort this mess out. And the mess with Harry. The way he had left him last night, vulnerable and wanting. Harry had been ready to let him take his virginity, had practically offered it to him on a golden plate along with how he trusted him to take his virginity. Dammit! Louis felt shit for hurting him that way but he just couldn't. He just couldn't bring himself to just fuck him! He wasn't going to fucking use him! He made a mental note to call him when he had a little free time and apologize. Or maybe get Leonard to send him a dozen sunflowers and a sorry card.

He was quick to get dressed in a black suit, white shirt and a gray tie. He quiffed his hair, put on some cologne and his cuff links and went downstairs. Leonard met him in the hallway.

'Sir I have called your lawyer but he won't be available until later this after noon,' Leonard told him, his voice shaky. When Louis was in this mood they all knew to pave his way as easy as possible and not to irritate him further. However, some things were out of their control. Louis glared at him.

'This afternoon? Who the fuck does he think he's working for? Call him back and tell him to get to my office not later than 11 am. I need to get this shit sorted out.' Louis began walking towards the front door and Leonard hurried to keep up with him.

'But Sir...' Louis stopped in his tacks and turned on him like a lion.

'No fucking buts Leonard. Get that asshole on the phone and tell him I need to see him this morning. I don't give a shit what appointments he's got. I don't give a flying fuck if he's got an appointment with the Queen! Tell him to fucking cancel. I need him!' With that Louis walked outside and straight into his car with not even a good morning to either Angus or Calvin and they knew better than to test his mood. Angus pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Canary Wharf. On the ride to the office, Louis re-read the sickening article and all the assumptions made about him and his private life. As if they knew him! Yes, he was a public figure and he attracted the attention of the media but that gave them no right to expose his private time. He kept his private life private for a reason and what this Dan Fuckwad was insinuating in The Sun was far from the truth.

Or is it? Did he hit a nerve that's why you're so demented this morning?

Louis growled internally at his subconscious. No, this was not a relationship. No, he was not taken. No, he was not in love so how did this piece of shit of a so called journalist make up these assumptions based on nothing but some blurry dark pictures taken by a low paid pap with a two cent camera who was quick to run and sell them to The Sun? The Sun was nothing more than a trashy tabloid! Louis also didn't like the fact that Dan Dipshit was putting a spotlight on Harry demanding to know who he was and arousing people's curiosity regarding this mysterious man that was dating Louis Tomlinson. It is none of their fucking business! More over, that wannabe journalist had no business to write about this, speculating things he new nothing about.

Louis looked at the pictures again, more closely. Thankfully Harry had had his back to where the stupid pap had been standing taking his sneaky pictures to sell for a few pounds. Harry's face couldn't be seen but his hair and his body were clear so those who knew him will definitely recognize him right away. He had this certain something about him that just made him unique and stand out. His friends will know its him. His co-workers at Garland's will know its him. Soon word would spread about the mysterious brunette and they will hound him. More so, people were going to speculate about them and the kind of relationship they had. Damn Dan Wootan to hell and back! Louis was going to make sure he wouldn't get away with it this time. It was one thing to go after him but he won't let him touch Harry. Yes, the pictures showed them kissing and holding hands but that didn't mean shit. It didn't mean he was in a relationship or in love! Dan had printed shit about him before but this was preposterous. He will let his lawyer advise him on what best course of action to take against this prick then his PR will issue a statement.

As soon as Louis got on to his floor in his building, it could be felt that he was in a bad mood. It was as if thunder, a hurricane and a bubbling volcano where walking down the corridor all fighting for dominance as to whom will explode first and bring destruction to those in their path. Lynn took one look at his face and prayed to God to have mercy on her.

'Good morning Sir,' she told him as she walked beside him and tried to keep up with his fast stride as he thundered towards his office.

'Get me fucking Leonard on the phone. NOW!' he barked, making Lynn jump. Everyone got out of Storm Louis' way. 'And get me a God damn double espresso with a shot of vodka!' he yelled before he slammed the door to his office shut. Lynn looked at the ceiling.

'God help us all today. It's going to be one of those long difficult days.'

x

Harry stirred and felt his body stiff and aching all over. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the dim morning light and realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket they kept on the back of the couch. He stretched his sore limbs slowly, his bones creaking and his muscles protesting...then all of yesterday came flooding back to him like a tidal wave. Dinner with Louis...drinks with Louis...kissing Louis by the London Bridge...walking hand in hand with Louis...then back here where Louis had turned him down after he had basically offered himself to him like a sleazy whore.

Harry sat up and swung his legs off the sofa and felt as if his head would explode. His eyes felt swollen and he remembered that he had fallen asleep crying, clutching Louis' jacket while he inhaled his scent. Fuck! The jacket! It was on the floor beside him where it had probably fallen from his grip while he slept. He picked it up and noticed that it was a little bit too crumpled. He fingered the soft blue material, running his thumb over the delicate Vivienne Westwood label at the back of the collar. Then once again he inhaled it, Louis' scent filling his senses bringing back some of yesterday and it made his heart ache and his eyes tear up once again. Never in his life had he felt anything like this towards somebody.

Harry grabbed his phone off the coffee table to check the time. 8:30 am. And no message or missed call from Louis. Harry scoffed at himself. What was he expecting? An apology from Louis? He was the one who should be calling him and apologizing for throwing himself at him and actually asking him to...to...Harry felt embarrassed and he hid his face in Louis' jacket. How could he ever face him again? He had acted like nothing but a cheap whore in Louis' presence. How could he ever look Louis in the eyes again?

He got up and padded barefoot to the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers. He shivered in the cold morning air and realized that he had forgotten to turn up the radiator last night. He made himself a cup of tea and returned to the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket and mentally began planning out his day : lecture at 10. Another one at 11. His noon lecture was free so he only had to sit for two lectures today making most of his day free. He decided that he will join his friends for lunch then go and get Louis' jacket dry cleaned and take it to him at his office. And face him. And apologize. He made a mental note to look up TGE address online.

Harry got in the shower and took his time under the hot water, trying to relax his cold and stiff muscles. The water helped with his aching body but not with his emotional aches and worries. After having finished with his shower, he got dressed and headed off towards University with ample time to take it slow. The day was dark and dreary, matching Harry's emotional state. He pulled up the hood of his gray Packers hoodie and zipped up his jacket as he made his way across campus. He just couldn't stop feeling cold today. He knew that Niall, Liam and Zayn were already at their lectures and Nick was probably at the lab or getting the University's magazine with the Louis issue published. Harry was glad for the solitude because he really didn't need his friends questioning him about stuff that he couldn't answer.

His first lecture dragged on and on incessantly, Harry's mind not really focusing on Jane Eye or Charlotte Bronte. He had his own "Mr. Rochester" to deal with and his was very much real unlike the fictional Mr. Rochester. When they were finally dismissed, Harry dragged himself unwillingly to his next lecture which was pretty much like the first one : dragging and boring and words that over lapped each other and made no sense in Harry's troubled mind. His mind just wasn't there.

He was glad when the bell signaled the end of the lecture and the end of his day at Uni. He got up slowly, his body too heavy weighed down by his thoughts to move any faster. He staggered off, his feet shuffling to meet his friends for lunch. He figured he couldn't avoid them forever and he knew that they would ask questions as soon as they saw his gloomy face but Harry knew he could always fake it, saying that he was coming down with the flu and wasn't feeling very well. They would buy that wouldn't they? After all they were his friends and didn't have any reason to doubt his word. He just needed them right now. Needed to be around them and let them distract him from this hollow sinking feeling inside his heart.

As soon as he stepped outside, he drew his black bomber jacket closer to his chest and pulled up his hood again. He just couldn't stop the chill. He began walking towards their usual table and Harry silently wished that for today they could've stayed in the cafeteria where it was warm but unless it was raining or snowing, his friends always opted for outdoors. As he approached their allocated spot, he could see them sitting there already : Zayn and Liam with their arms about each other, sending a stab inside Harry's heart which made him bite his lower lip till it actually hurt; Nick and Niall where engrossed in some heated argument. Harry loved his friends and he needed them right now to anchor him while he was feeling as if he was drifting in a current too strong for him and was threatening to pull him down under.

He sat down beside Niall who had been kind enough to get him a wholemeal grain sandwich with Edam cheese and tomatoes and a cup of tea.

'Hey,' he told them as he sat his bag on the ground beside his feet and commenced to tear the wrapper off his sandwich. He hadn't eaten since last night...since he and...He swallowed hard not wanting to remember last night as he played with the wrapper of the sandwich not sure if he was up for eating or not. Harry noticed that his friends were all just looking at him and they looked kinda somber and serious. 'What's wrong?' he asked them, feeling a sense of panic wash through him. 'Did something happen? Tell me?'

'Why don't YOU tell us!' Nick snapped at him harshly taking Harry completely by surprise. Harry blinked at him in confusion.

'Me?' he asked dumbfounded. Nick pulled out a copy of The Sun and slammed it down in front of Harry.

'Yes you!' Nick spat at him. Harry's eyes left Nick's angry face and traveled down to the newspaper before him and when he saw the headlines "Multi Billionare Louis Tomlinson on a romantic night stroll with mystery brunette" and saw the pictures of them last night screaming out at him, he felt his blood turn to ice. He stared fixedly at them, at him and Louis kissing in front of the open Tower Bridge and them walking hand in hand. He felt frozen to the spot, unable to speak and unable to even form a coherent thought. Except for one : Louis would be mad! Louis would be so mad.

'That's you isn't it?' Nick asked him angrily tapping the black and white pictures. Harry raised his eyes slowly from the newspaper and found his friends looking at him expectantly with unasked questions in their eyes except for Niall who was looking at him some what sympathetically because Niall knew. Harry opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. What could he say without exposing what was going on because seriously, what was there to expose though?

'Harry are you like fucking dating him?' Nick nearly screamed at him, making Harry jump a little. He didn't like being yelled at. It reminded him of when his dad used to yell at him when he had come out to his parents. His dad had yelled at him all the time. Lots of verbal abuse and Harry didn't like it when someone yelled at him.

'Easy,' Zayn chided Nick. 'Mr. Tomlinson doesn't date,' he informed him calmly. Nick looked at Zayn as if he had just sprouted another head.

'That sure looks like a fucking date to me,' he snapped pointing at the newspaper. Harry kept his eyes down on the pictures on the newspaper. Zayn scooted a little closer to Harry.

'Hey,' he told him softly, 'whats going on Haz? Talk to me.' Harry kept his eyes down and felt the sudden urge to cry. Zayn's soft voice was making him want to cry hard and let it out, all of it, all that had happened since the day he had met Louis but he couldn't.

'Nothing,' Harry whispered, feeling as if his heart was shattering in his chest.

'Nothing my ass!' Nick yelled at him. 'Did you get yourself a sugar daddy huh? Was I not good enough for you? You had to get someone old enough to be your god damn father!' Harry flinched with every word Nick threw at him, reminding him of his father.

Why did you have to turn out gay? You disgraced this family. And once your mother is gone, you are out of this house! I am ashamed to say that you are my son. How did I ever end up with a faggot for a son? Once you're out of here, you are dead to me you hear?

Harry closed his eyes tightly shut, his fingers clawing at his thighs as he remembered his father yelling and yelling and yelling.

'Watch it!' Zayn warned Nick. 'And don't fucking yell at him.' He turned back to Harry and saw that he was struggling. Zayn rubbed his back gently. 'It's alright Haz. Take a deep breath yeah. Its alright.' Harry took in a few deep breaths and opened his eyes but still kept them on the newspaper in front of him. 'Harry,' Zayn continued treading gently, 'I know that he called you to VIP several times.....'

'What?' Niall jumped in. 'You told me you were doing nothing with him.....'

'You knew?' Nick spat at him. 'How long has this farce been going on?' Niall looked from Harry to Nick when he realized that he had let on that he knew about Harry and Louis.

'I only found out yesterday when I saw Harry's iPhone....' Niall snapped his mouth shut when he realized what he had said. Nick's eyes went wide.

'He gave you a fucking iPhone?' he yelled again, his face beet red. 'He gave you a God damn fucking iPhone?' Zayn turned on him.

'Calm the fuck down Nick and stop yelling for fucks sake! Let Harry explain man,' Zayn told him exasperated but when he saw the state Harry was in, he asked him calmly: 'Harry what are you doing?'

'Nothing,' Harry whispered again. Nick slammed his hand down on the table.

'Nobody gives you a fucking iPhone for nothing Harry. You're letting him fuck you aren't you? You're what, his whore now?' Harry stared at him in horror, his eyes wide and wet. Zayn rolled his eyes.

'Can you shut it for two seconds Nick? Yell one one time and I'll fucking punch you in the throat!' Zayn threatened him. Nick raised his hands as if in surrender even though he knew Zayn wouldn't actually hit him but still shut up yet he kept his angry look on Harry. Zayn turned his attention back to Harry ignoring sulky Nick.

'Haz word at the club is that you are Mr. Tomlinson's new boy toy and some of his boys are not happy about that especially Ryan. Everyone knows he's Mr. Tomlinson's favorite and well, since you came along he's been asking for you. A lot. And a lot less for him.' Harry looked at him with his wide eyes shining with unshed tears.

'T-that's n-not true,' he gasped out. 'N-none of t-this is true Zayn. I-I'm not his....he's not....No he...they're all lies,' Harry choked out trying to hold back from crying but it was becoming impossible when his friends where thinking that he was a whore and everyone at the club thought he was Louis' new toy. Zayn put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

'Harry he keeps asking for you to go to VIP and we all know what happens in VIP. I'm just saying....'

'He doesn't!' Harry told him panicked. 'I-I haven't. He-he doesn't. He doesn't Zayn!' Harry protested but his voice was weak and broken because of the huge lump that had formed in his throat and he couldn't speak round the tears that were threatening to fall. Zayn eyed him and he could see how distressed he was. His hands were shaking and he was breathing heavily.

'So you're telling me that he never touched you?' Zayn asked him gently. Harry screwed his eyes tightly shut and the tears finally rolled on to his cheeks. Zayn sighed. 'Harry he has a bad reputation. He uses people for sex then just dumps them and moves onto his next one. He has a tendency to make them feel important and special and like they matter. He spoils them with gifts until he gets what he wants. He's only after sex....'

'He's not!' Harry interrupted him and he was glad that his voice came out some what strong and firm.

'Why the fuck are you even defending him?' Nick yelled. 'Its a well known fact that he's a sex addict and just loves them and leave them and yet here you are defending him.' Harry turned his head towards Nick and locked eyes with him.

'I'm defending him because he's never fucked me that's why. Because he's hardly ever touched me that's why. I'm still a virgin,' he told him trying to keep his voice strong but inside he was breaking because Louis didn't want him. He was inexperienced and didn't know how to please Louis and Louis didn't want him. Niall saw more tears roll down Harry's cheek and he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and hugged him.

'Here drink your tea,' Niall told him as he pushed the paper cup towards Harry. Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and took a sip of the luke warm tea. Zayn eyed him and even though Harry looked like shit, he couldn't just let this go.

'So what happens in VIP Harry?' Zayn pushed at him. Liam, who had been silent throughout this whole exchange, nudged Zayn.

'Zayn he's upset love. Give him a break,' Liam pointed out.

'Li I'm looking out for him before he gets too hurt,' Zayn defended.

'I know you are honey but Harry wouldn't lie would you Haz?' Liam asked him. Harry looked at Liam but said nothing. Zayn shook his head not convinced.

'So you're telling me he gets you in VIP multiple times, takes you out, buys you an expensive phone all for nothing? He never touched you? Ever?' Zayn pressed further making Liam huff in annoyance. Harry locked eyes with Zayn.

'He doesn't force me into anything. We talk mostly. We kissed. Touched some but I swear to you, he's never fucked me. He...he doesn't want to,' Harry whispered, taking another sip of his tea. Zayn let out a long drawn breath.

'Wow! That's new! Louis Tomlinson passes up an opportunity to fuck the hottest most wanted stripper at Garland's at the moment. What's the world coming to?' Nick scoffed.

'And are you so naive as to believe him?' he threw at Zayn. 'He's just baiting him, blinding him with words and expensive gifts until he gets him on his hands and knees. Then he will fuck him and leave him and you Harry will deserve it because you are letting yourself be led on by........'

'Nick stop it!' Liam exclaimed. When he saw fresh tears fall from Harry's eyes, Liam placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm.

'Harry please tell us what is going on with you. Talk to us. You look sad love what is it?' Harry felt so very emotional and he couldn't hold back. He looked from one to the other, even at Nick who was glaring at him angrily and he tried to bite back the tears.

'I'm falling for him alright,' he sobbed. 'I'm falling for him and I just can't help it. I just can't and it hurts so bad!' He stood up as he sobbed out the last words, picked up his bag and rushed off not caring that his friends were calling out for him to go back. He kept going, his chin tucked into his chest as he tried his hardest to hide his face. He had to get away, somewhere far away from them. He rushed off campus not really seeing where he was going because his vision was all blurry from his tears. He made his way down the tube not caring that people were giving him weird looks. Let them look! They didn't know his pain.

Lucky for him the train was about to leave so he hopped on quickly and slumped into an empty seat by the door. The door closed with a silent swoosh and the train rumbled on. Harry felt sad, a deep sadness that he had never felt before apart from the grief when his mother passed away. He felt upset that his friends thought bad of him. He felt bad that Nick was mad at him. He felt frustrated that the people at work where talking shit about him behind his back. He was worried about having ended up on The Sun in an article including Louis and he was scared of what Louis' reaction to all of this might be. He was mad at himself for falling for Louis because he knew that he was heading for a major broken heart but he couldn't stop it. He just couldn't.

The voice on the intercom announced that "next stop is Edgware Road" so Harry got up and stood in front of the door waiting for them to open up once the train got into the station. Once they did, he hopped off and dashed up the escalators and out into the cold London afternoon air. It had started to drizzle but Harry didn't mind the rain. He walked idly towards his flat, his mind worrying about thoughts that were eating him up inside.

When he got to his flat, the first thing he did was check his phone. Nothing from Louis much to his dismay. He put his bag down and tapped the Google icon on his phone and typed in the TGE London office and soon the company's website popped up. Harry tapped "contact us" where he was immediately presented with the address, a telephone number and an email. Harry had to go to Canary Wharf. Harry decided to text Louis and forewarn him that he was going to drop by his office. He didn't know if it was okay for him to just go there unannounced or without appointment and he had no idea if he was breaking some cardinal rule set by Louis about boundaries and mixing work with pleasure but at this point, Harry was too far gone to care.The worst that could happen was that Louis would call security and have him escorted off the premises and probably file for a restraining order against him. Yeah, Harry reckoned, that would probably be the worst of it but he was determined to get Louis' jacket dry cleaned, go there, apologize to Louis, give him back the phone and leave. Leave it all behind. Leave Louis behind once and for all.

Harry tapped Google again and searched for dry cleaners in the vicinity that got your dry cleaning done while you waited. He was given three choices : one was in South Kenton but that was too far out of his way. The other was in Whitechapel which was also out of his zone and his final option and the one closest was in Hammersmith. He tapped on the one in Hammersmith and they promised to have your item dry cleaned in less than half an hour while you waited. That was settled then.

He quickly assessed himself in the bathroom mirror and he grimaced at his reflection with distaste. His curls looked tangled like a birds nest and his eyes were red and puffy, standing out against his pale cheeks. He splashed cold water onto his face hoping that it might help him look a little more presentable and less like a corpse but his face remained dull. The light within him had been turned off so it didn't shine its reflection out of his face. It was what it was. He was sad and couldn't put on a happy face even if his life depended on it. He raked his fingers through his curls trying to tame them down but when they stubbornly refused, Harry decided to just put up his hair in a messy bun. He looked at his reflection one more time, decided there was nothing else he could do about it and walked out of the bathroom giving up on himself.

He grabbed his bag, keys and Louis' jacket and headed out, stuffing his ear buds in and pressed the play button on his ancient mp4 player that his mother had given him on his 15th birthday. He loved it as it reminded him of his mum and it was full of his favorite music and his mum's too. He locked the door behind him and once again headed for the tube station while listening to an old classic by Nazareth called Love Hurts. Harry felt his chest tighten as the beautiful rock ballad filled his ears.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds
And marks, any heart
Not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts......ooh, ooh love hurts

Harry swallowed hard. Love shouldn't hurt or scar or wound. His mother had taught him that love healed everything. That if you loved and gave love you would get it back. Love makes everything alright. Harry didn't want to doubt his mother but the way he was feeling right now, he begged to differ. Loving someone that didn't love you in return, hurt. Period.

I'm young, I know, but even so
I know a thing or two
And I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts......ooh, ooh love hurts

Harry got on the train and sat down still lost in his own thoughts as the music played on. This was his first experience feeling this kind of thing. He wasn't sure if it was love but it felt similar, close. He was sure he was infatuated with Louis but he felt other things too like wanting to see him every day, go on dates, cuddle with him, things that Louis would never in a million years give him because he had told him that he wasn't into this. Why was he being so stupid and letting himself fall for the mighty and unreachable Louis Tomlinson? Sadly, he had to admit that he was falling hard and there was no soft landing below. He had heard the rumors about Louis, heard them talk in the dressing room while they were getting ready for their shows and he had heard how some of them had been left heart broken after he had been done with them. Was he going to be another one in the long line of broken hearts that made up Mr. Tomlinson's resume? But the more he knew Louis was unattainable, the more Harry wanted him and Harry couldn't help fall even though he knew he was going to crash and burn in the end and there would be no one to blame but himself.

I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts......ooh, ooh love hurts

Harry got off at Hammersmith and after walking around for ten minutes and taking two wrong turns, he finally found the dry cleaners. He politely informed the man behind the counter to take extra care with this jacket as it was a Vivienne Westwood original and it belonged to his boss and if anything happened to it, his boss would be angry and probably sue him for negligence. The man assured him that they would be gentle and take extra care with the item. He sat down in the small waiting room and figured that since he had half an hour to wait, he might as well do some work and pulled out his copy of Jane Eyre. His next paper for the next semester was about Jane Eyre and Charlotte Bronte and the 19th century Victorian era and Harry knew he couldn't afford to fail. No matter what was going on in his life, he had to focus. He had to graduate. He had promised his mother that he would graduate and make her proud just a few hours before she died. This was just a glitch, a bump in the road and it could no matter what effect his studies. He dived into the book, receding from the world around him as he went back to the Gothic, isolated mansion of Thornfield Hall.

Harry had been so caught up in the book that he did not hear the man at the counter call to him until the man had called again. Startled, Harry looked up from his book, got up and made his way to the counter. The man handed him the now dry cleaned suit jacket on a coat hanger inside a black plastic wrapper. Harry thanked the man, paid him and left the shop, making his way back to the tube station to start his journey to Canary Wharf. His insides tumbled at the thought of seeing Louis. Once he was on the train, he took out his phone and checked to see if Louis had replied to his message but there was nothing. Harry decided to text him again just to be on the safe side. He really didn't want to surprise Louis by showing up at his office and risk being arrested for harassment at the work place.

[From Harry]

I don't know if you read my last message but I am on the way to your office now.

He tapped send and put his phone back into his jacket pocket. The journey to Canary Wharf took 25 minutes and three train changes but finally he emerged from the underground station into the beautiful plaza surrounded by high glass buildings, cafes and restaurants. On the way to TGE, Harry stopped at Starbucks and got himself a spiced pumpkin latte. He was cold. Chilled to the bone and it wasn't just from the freezing weather. The temperature had dropped and the sky was the color of lead. Harry pulled out his phone. 3:20 pm and nothing from Louis. He lounged by the river as he sipped his latte and he knew he was stalling. He knew he was avoiding going to see Louis but he had to. He just had to get this over and done with if he meant to keep his sanity and go after his life long dreams. He drained the last bit of his latte, deposited the empty paper cup into one of the recycling bins around the plaza and headed towards TGE Building.

When he finally got there, he stood on the pavement and looked up at the super imposing building made up of mirrored glass walls that reflected its surroundings back to you. The building felt dominant next to the others, intimidating.

Just like its owner!

Harry took in a deep breath and pushed the heavy glass doors and entered the busy foyer of the building. He looked around at all the people bustling to and fro and noticed a reception desk. Behind the desk on the wall in big gold lettering was written : Welcome to Tomlinson Global Enterprises. Harry gulped, feeling his stomach flip. He walked over and asked the polite lady behind the counter for Mr. Tomlinson and she kindly informed him that he was up on the 28 thfloor. Harry thanked her and got into the elevator and pressed the number 28. As the doors dinged close and the ascent started, Harry's heart thumped loudly against his sternum and his palms sweated. He was thankful for Beethoven's 'Romanza' playing in the elevator, helping him to calm his nerves.

The elevators finally opened on the the 28th floor and Harry stepped out onto a quieter reception area. It wasn't so busy up here. The reception area was smaller than the one below but behind the desk in smaller gold lettering offered the same as below : Welcome to Tomlinson Global Enterprises. Harry looked around him and everything was glamorous and chic in soft browns, golds and cream colors, black marble tops and floor to ceiling glass walls that over looked the city and just how rich was Louis exactly? Harry felt under dressed and under equipped to even walk into this building! Still, he walked over to the reception area where a beautiful young, blonde woman held up a finger at him indicating for him to wait as she talked on the phone. When she hung up, she looked up at him and gave him a toothy smile.

'Good afternoon and welcome to Tomlinson Global Enterprises. I am Rosemary. How may I help you today Sir?' Harry offered her a smile and he felt quite disheveled next to Rosemary who looked immaculate, with her perfect make-up, long red nails behind her black marble top reception desk.

'Hi, I'm Harry. I-I'm here to- to see Mr. Tomlinson please.' Rosemary smiled the toothy smile at him again. Harry reckoned she had been trained how to smile at people!

'Do you have an appointment Mr.....'

'Styles,' Harry told her. 'No I don't have an appointment.' Rosemary nodded at him.

'Are you here regarding the undergraduate internship Mr. Styles?' she asked him as she tapped on her computer.

'Um no,' Harry told her wondering how difficult it was going to be to see Louis. Rosemary looked at him with the look that one would usually give to a small child who was being difficult.

'May I ask what is the nature of your visit Sir?' she asked him. Harry was caught off guard with her question. What was he supposed to tell her? That he was here to return Louis' jacket that he had left last night at his apartment after Harry had practically begged him to fuck him? Harry felt himself blush. He looked at Rosemary who was waiting for him to answer her question, toothy smile fixed on her face.

'Its-its um kinda um personal,' Harry offered her because it was and he hoped that she would just leave it at that and let him through so he could get this over and done with. Rosemary took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, still smiling at Harry.

'I am afraid Mr. Tomlinson is rather busy.....'

'Please,' Harry interrupted her. 'Just tell him I'm here. He will see me. Please.' Harry watched her watch him curiously probably wondering how a homeless look a like was here requesting to see Mr. Tomlinson without an appointment for personal reasons and acting like Mr. Tomlinson knew him. Harry saw the doubt on her face and in all honesty, if he was Rosemary he would wonder too how a person like him was here demanding to see a man like Mr. Tomlinson. Rosemary nodded at him and picked up her desk phone. He watched her as she punched in an extension.

'Hello Lynn,' she said into the phone, 'I have a Mr. Styles here who wishes to see Mr. Tomlinson but he doesn't have an appointment.' She paused and was listening to whatever this Lynn person was saying to her. 'No he didn't state the nature of his business just that its personal.' Harry watched her listen some more then she put the phone down and looked at him. 'Please wait in the waiting room. Mr Tomlinson is in a meeting right now so please help yourself to coffee or water while you wait.' And with that, Rosemary dismissed him. Harry went to the waiting room where a few other people waited with their expensive suits and leather briefcases. Harry sat in the seat closest to the wall to ceiling window and looked down below. It was raining harder now and the world outside seemed far away and distant, enclosed in a light fog. He settled in his chair and pulled out Jane Eyre again and continued to read about the submissive girl who fell in love with the unattainable, dark Mr. Rochester who harbored a dark secret in his mansion.

When Harry felt his neck ache and his eyes burn, he looked up from his book and noticed that some of the people that had been waiting in the waiting room had either left or been called in. He pulled out his phone and was shocked to see that he had been waiting for over an hour and a half. The sky outside had gone almost dark and the rain still fell. He got up and stretched. He walked around the waiting area getting some feeling into his numb legs. Just then he heard a voice, a voice he knew so well, a voice that made his heart do very funny things. He saw Louis coming down the hall accompanied by a dark haired woman in a pencil skirt talking with a man. Louis looked immaculate in his dark suit and quiffed hair and Harry felt himself go weak. They stopped in front of the elevators and Louis shook hands with the man as they parted. When the elevator doors closed on the man, he watched Louis exhale and turn to go back down the corridor where he had come from and their eyes met. Harry saw the confusion on his face, as recognition set in.

'Harry?' Louis said as he walked towards the waiting room. 'What are you doing here?' he asked him. Harry felt his knees tremble. He was so beautiful.

'I um I....' he began but he watched as the woman next to Louis turned to her boss.

'He requested to see you Sir but he would not give out the reason for his business with you.' Louis dragged his eyes away from Harry and rested them on her.

'You knew he was here and you didn't tell me?' he asked her and Harry already began to shy away from that voice, the one in control. He watched the woman open her mouth, close it, then clear her throat.

'Sir you were in a meeting with.....'

'How long has he been waiting?' Louis growled at her. The woman looked at her watch then up at Louis.

'For an hour and a half,' she said quietly. Harry watched Louis' face darken and he felt sorry for the poor woman.

'You left him here waiting for an hour and a half without informing me that he was here?' Louis yelled.

'You were with Mr. Stanford.....' the woman began to explain.

'I do not give a fuck who I was with Lynn! I could've been with Prince William for all I care! You should've informed me right away,' he bellowed and Harry was glad he wasn't in the woman's shoes right now. Louis turned to look at Harry. 'I am sorry you were left waiting for all this time,' he told him in a calmer voice. 'Please, come to my office.'

'Sir,' Lynn began, her voice shaky. 'You have a 5:30 with Mr. Clarke, drinks at 7 pm with......'

'Cancel the rest of my appointments,' Louis told her curtly as he began walking towards his office with Harry trailing behind them, feeling so awfully out of place.

'But Sir....' Lynn tried again and Harry watched as Louis stopped and turned on her.

'Which part of cancel all my appointments are you finding difficult to understand Lynn? Reschedule. Mr. Styles and I have business to take care of, business that cannot be rushed. Now, cancel the rest of my appointments for today.' Lynn looked from Louis to Harry then back to Louis.

'Yes Sir,' she said and walked away. Louis smiled at Harry as he pushed open the door to his office allowing him to walk in ahead of him. Harry walked inside the office, taking in the grand room with its huge glass desk, black leather executive chair, black leather couch, glass coffee table and plush white carpet.

'Please sit,' Louis told him gesturing to the couch and Harry sank into the soft leather. Louis sat on the other end of the couch and for the first time since he woke up this morning, he felt the heavy weight on his chest ease a little and his mood shift. 'What brings you here Harry? This is a....surprise.' Harry looked at him still trying to gauge his mood but Louis didn't seem to be mad at him.

'I um text you that I was um coming,' Harry said quietly. Louis huffed softly.

'I'm sorry. I apologize. I have been in meetings all day and I haven't looked at my phone at all. Would you like some tea? Coffee?' Louis asked him but before Harry could reply Louis was off the couch and buzzing Lynn. 'Lynn be a dear and bring us tea and coffee please.' Harry watched him move about the office, Louis in his element, in control, dominating his domain and Harry fell harder. Louis sat back down on the couch and gave Harry a small smile.

'So what brings you here?' Harry fumbled nervously with his fingers and Louis reached out and covered his hands, stopping his fumbling. 'Harry what is it?' he asked in his commanding yet gentle tone.

'I um I brought you y-your jacket. You um l-left it at mine y-yesterday. I-I had it dry cleaned f-for you,' Harry told him not daring to look up at Louis. He didn't know what to expect. Louis could explode. Louis could yell at him. Louis could have him arrested.

'You took time to dry clean my jacket and come all the way out here to bring it to me?' Louis asked him amused. Harry raised his eyes and found Louis looking at him with the softest look ever that made Harry's insides quiver.

'Yeah and...and to apologize,' Harry said quietly. A knock on the door stopped Harry short.

'Hold that thought,' Louis told him. 'Come in,' he called out and Lynn came in with a tray which she placed on the coffee table.

'Anything else Sir?' she asked him. Louis looked at her.

'I am not to be disturbed Lynn. For no reason what so ever okay?' Lynn nodded.

'Yes Sir,' she replied and walked out, closing the door softly behind her. When they were alone again, Louis turned to Harry.

'You were saying?' Harry shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

'I um w-wanted to apologize,' he said. Louis furrowed his brows in confusion.

'For what?' Louis asked him. Harry licked his lips. Why was he making him say it? Can't he just understand what he was apologizing for? Surely he must know. Harry had made him so uncomfortable last night that he had fled from the apartment.

'For um what I-I did. For asking you to...to. I'm so sorry. I just didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I-I know I did cos of the w-way you um...left,' Harry said rushing out the words in one go hoping that that would save him further embarrassment. Louis moved a little closer to him.

'You don't need to apologize Harry. If anything I should be the one apologizing for the way I left.' Harry looked at him, his eyes wide.

'Well it was only natural after I asked you to....' He didn't finish his sentence. He couldn't. He covered his face with both his hands feeling the shame envelope him. Louis reached out and removed his hands away from his face.

'Hey, first of all, never hide from me and second of all you don't need to feel embarrassed about it.' Louis paused and let his fingers trail over Harry's hand. 'Don't even think I...I didn't want to Harry.' Louis paused again and swallowed not sure how to continue and how much he should share with Harry.

Tell him. The boy is suffering and you can ease it.

'You do?' Harry asked him. Louis tightened his fingers around Harry's wrist.

'I do. So much,' he confessed. He gently moved Harry's hand over to his crotch and placed it over his semi hard dick. 'Look what you do to me. Every time you are near me, this is what happens,' Louis told him as he pressed Harry's hand down on his growing erection. Louis hissed at the contact and Harry could feel his own dick growing in his pants.

'S-so why.....' Harry began asking as Louis moved closer to him, their bodies touching. Harry didn't remove his hand off Louis' dick.

'Because,' Louis said huskily, 'I have never taken a virgin before and its freaking me the fuck out Harry. I want to fuck you so bad, hard and fast but I know I can't. Not with you being a virgin and I honestly don't know how to take your virginity,' Louis confessed honestly.

Good boy. You are doing well. Honesty suits you just like Versace does.

'Really?' Harry asked him as he felt Louis trail his fingers up the inside of his thigh. Harry shivered and Louis moved even closer, his lips inches away from Harry's.

'Really,' he said, his hot breath fanning over Harry's face. Harry worked his hand on Louis' now fully hard dick.

'Wow that escalated quickly,' Harry said against his lips. Louis smirked at him.

'Everything with you escalates quickly,' Louis murmured seductively as he cupped Harry's hard cock making him jump at the contact. They were both palming each other through their pants. Harry closed his eyes, his breathing getting heavier. 'Bet I can make you come in your pants just like this,' Louis told him, keeping his lips just hovering over Harry's but never kissing him. Harry made a sound that was something between a sob and a moan as Louis palmed him harder. He was sweating beneath his jacket and sweatshirt and he wanted to so much get naked. Louis looked at his face, flushed red cheeks, his lips parted, eyes hooded. 'You're so beautiful,' Louis whispered and Harry's hips bucked of their own accord into Louis' hand. He needed more. He moaned filthily as Louis pressed his thumb on his swollen head making the contact even more pleasurable as the fabric of his boxers grazed his sensitive skin.

'Please,' Harry moaned against Louis mouth and Louis smiled as he worked his hand on his dick. He needed this after the God awful day that he had had. This was his gift for enduring and having his patience tested today. He was fairly certain that God had sent Harry over here.

'I love to see you like this,' he murmured against Harry's parted lip. 'I am hardly touching you and look at you, you look so wrecked, so close to coming.' He moved his lips closer to Harry's ear, flicking his tongue against the shell. 'I would really really love to see how you would look while being fucked so hard, all splayed out for me.....' but Louis didn't get to finish the sentence because Harry's orgasm hit him hard. His body shook as he came in his pants, panting hard and with Louis' name on his lips. Louis kept palming him slowly through his orgasm until Harry somewhat returned to his normal state of being. Louis couldn't help but look at him in wonder.

'I hope this shows you how much I want you and that you should never doubt me,' Louis told him as he placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips. Harry was still reeling from the unexpected orgasm that hit him so hard he was still internally shaking. Louis had this effect on him. Louis could make him come at the touch of his hand, or at a few whispered words. It was the Louis Effect and Harry knew that he had it bad. Harry licked his lips and got up on wobbly feet. Louis looked at him wondering what he was doing until he saw Harry get down on his knees between his legs and Louis felt them fluttering start in his stomach. Harry had only blown him once and by the looks of it, he was about to do it again and Louis couldn't be more excited.

'May I Sir?' Harry asked him looking up at him through his lashes and Louis felt the question go to his dick.

'By all means,' Louis told him as Harry began undoing his belt and zip. Just as he was about to touch him, Louis told him: 'Untie your hair.' And Harry was quick to tug at the hair tie holding his bun, setting his unruly curls free. Louis leaned over and ran his fingers through his curls, capturing Harry's lips in a kiss, his tongue finding its way into Harry's expectant mouth. He kissed him languidly, his tongue circling Harry's. The moment Louis pulled back and leaned back against the couch, Harry pulled him out of his boxers and wasted no time in taking Louis into his mouth, deep throating him right away.

'Jesus fuck Harry!' Louis exclaimed as Harry bobbed his head up and down taking him in deeper into his throat. Louis was losing his chill because damn Harry had gotten better since the last time he had given him head. Harry pulled off but was soon back on Louis sucking the head into his mouth and circling his tongue into the slit making Louis moan out loudly. Louis' fingers found their way into Harry's hair, his nails scraping his skull and pulling at his curls. This seemed to prompt Harry on because he took all of Louis in again, making him see stars. Louis bucked his hips off the couch, hitting the back of Harry's throat but Harry kept on going and soon Louis could feel his orgasm building and building. He tugged on Harry's hair.

'Harry I-I'm....get off me,' he groaned but Harry continued and soon Louis was coming hard down his throat and Harry swallowed every last drop. Louis let his head roll back on to the couch, breathing heavily as his orgasm shook him.

'How was that Sir?' Harry asked him, his voice a little hoarse. Louis raised his head and found those gorgeous green eyes looking at him, searching for his reaction. Louis leaned forward and stroked his hair.

'That was mind blowing. Better than your first time. Where did you learn to do that?' Harry smiled sheepishly at him.

'I watched porn,' he admitted a blush creeping across his cheeks. Louis chuckled and placed a kiss on his lips.

'Ever the learner aren't you?' he told him. 'Come, sit next to me,' he told him as he tucked himself back into his pants. He handed Harry a cup of tea which Harry took gratefully because his throat kinda burned a little and he needed to chase off the taste of Louis' cum out of his mouth. He sipped the hot tea which soothed his raw throat.

'You know you didn't have to dry clean my jacket right?' Louis told him, a smile on his face. 'I have people who do that for me.' Harry shrugged.

'I know. I wanted to though,' Harry told him. He was feeling a little better than he had this morning. Being beside Louis always made things alright and made him forget what Louis was after and that despite that, Harry was willing to give it to him. Louis poured himself a cup of coffee.

'I also have some apologizing to do. I'm sorry you ended up on the newspaper because of me. That Dan Wootan is an asshole but I will take care of it. I hope that article won't give you any trouble. Did your friends recognize you?' Louis asked him. Harry nodded.

'They did,' he told him. Louis eyed him and knew he was holding back from him.

'What did they say?' Harry chewed on his bottom lip trying to decide what to tell him and how much to tell him. 'Harry! What did they say?' Louis ordered.

'They um they asked me a lot of questions about um us...I mean you and me not us. There is no us I know that but you um know they kinda asked.....' he trailed off and waited for Louis to yell at him.

'What did you tell them?' Louis asked curiously.

You want to know what he told his friends about you? OMG such a schoolgirl with a crush!

'Nothing!' Harry was quick to reply. 'I- I didn't tell them anything I swear Lou- I mean Sir..I d-didn't....'

'Harry Harry relax. Its alright. Its okay.' Harry looked at him and sighed.

'Its-its just Zayn works at Garlands and he knows you have asked for me in VIP and with the phone and yesterday....the pictures....'

'They think you are my whore,' Louis finished for him. Harry felt himself blush deeper, his cheeks burning.

'I-I told them its not like that,' he defended. Louis placed his finger under his chin and raised Harry's face till their eyes met.

'I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks just as long as you don't think it. I would never treat you like a whore Harry.'

'You wouldn't?' Harry asked him hopefully, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. Louis looked a little bit offended.

'Do you feel like I treat you like a whore? Have you felt that way?' he asked him a little shocked at Harry's assumptions.

'Its just that...y-you're m-my boss and a-a client and I-I heard the r-rumors....'

'Yes, my reputation precedes me unfortunately,' Louis told him a little sternly.

'Is-is it true?' Harry dared to ask. He knew he was pushing his luck but this was the first time they were actually talking about this. Louis looked down and remained silent for a while. Then he looked up and met Harry's eyes.

'Yes,' he told him calmly. 'I told you that I don't date and I don't intend to. I have no intention of settling down with anyone. I just like to fuck and have a good time, no strings attached.' Harry felt his heart deflate and the sudden urge to cry came back. 'But,' Louis continued, 'with you its been different. I don't know what it is but I like you and I like a very few people in my life.' He cupped Harry's cheek and stoked his cheekbone with his thumb. 'I know I'm an asshole and a domineering son of a bitch who's a control freak. I'm well aware of people's opinion about me and I have learned not to give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me. If I wasn't that way, I probably wouldn't be where I am today, but when it comes to you, I don't know what the fuck you do to me and its confusing me. As hard as it is for people to believe, I do have a soul but its reserved for your eyes only. I can't promise you anything Harry and I won't pretend that I'm making you promises that I can't keep but the fact is that you make me happier. I want to know you if you let me just please don't expect more from me. I'm not a person that wants to be tied down. I am not a family man. I don't want to be married and I don't like children. But I can give respect where its due given and I respect you. I would never treat you like a whore and I don't even want you to entertain that thought and if anyone does, I will sue them for slander. In fact, I want you to stop working at Garlands.'

Fucking finally! He admits he likes the boy! Hallelujah!

Harry's mouth hung open at Louis' confession, his mind still trying to process all that Louis had said. Harry cleared his throat.

'I um I can't stop working there. I-I need....'

'The money yes I know. I'm a selfish man Harry. I will not commit to you but I will not share you either and the thought of having you there, stripping and giving lap dances to those hungry animals, well I just don't like it and I can't stand it.'

Possessive much?

'Louis I can't give up my job,' Harry told him again. Louis rolled his eyes.

'Well if you can't give up your job, I can always shut Garland's down and you will just end up without a job anyway plus many others will be jobless and it will be all your fault. Either way, you will stop working there so its up to you really,' Louis told him giving him a non-chalant shrug and taking a sip of his coffee.

'You would do that?' Harry asked him shocked.

'One thing you should know about me Harry is that I always get what I want. Always. One way or another, I get it.' Harry looked at him helplessly.

'But where will I find a job that pays me this much?' he asked more to himself than to Louis.

'I think I might be able to help you with that. Saturday I'm having a party at my house, well a friend of mine is having HIS party at my house and I want you to come. Its not a big thing but I might help you with a job since you are so keen on working where as I can help you with anything you need.....'

'No!' Harry interrupted him. 'Thank you but no.'

'Yeah yeah I know you won't let me. Shame. I like to spoil my partners.' Harry recoiled a little at Louis' words, remembering what Zayn had said about Louis and his previous relationships. 'So will you come to the party? Think of it more as a job interview if it makes you feel better.' Harry gave him a small smile.

'Okay. Thank you.' Louis smiled at him.

'Don't thank me just yet. Big things are coming your way if you trust me. Now, I'm going to get my secretary to order us dinner then I will get Angus to drive you home.'

'I can take the tube,' Harry offered. Louis gave him an annoyed look.

'Are you going to be difficult and not let me do anything for you? Besides, do you want to travel on the tube all sticky down there as you are?' Harry blushed deeply and Louis found himself fonding over the boy. 'I thought so,' he told him playfully. 'Now what would you like for dinner?'

Harry left Louis' office some two hours later, his tummy full of the delicious Chinese food Louis had ordered and his heart even fuller of all the beautiful feelings he felt for Louis. Harry felt lighter, happier. He was aware that Louis would never be his boyfriend and would never commit to him and maybe Harry was okay with that as long as he got to spend time with Louis. And maybe Louis would never love him and maybe he was already into deep but for the time being but Harry was happy. All he could do was live in the now and enjoy now. He didn't know what tomorrow or next week or next month would bring. So for the time being, Harry was going to live this and take all that Louis could give him in terms of affection.

He stepped outside onto the plaza and found Angus waiting for him.

'Good evening Sir,' Angus greeted him as he opened the car door for him. Harry gave him his dimpled smile.

'Good evening Angus and please call me Harry. Just Harry.' Angus nodded at him and closed the car door once Harry was inside. When Angus got in, he looked at Harry through the rear view mirror.

'Where to Harry?' Angus asked him with a smile.

'Home please.'

Chapter Text

For You I Will.

Harry stretched in his bed, his toes peeking out from under the warm comforter. He quickly tucked them back in as soon as the cold air touched them and he snuggled deeper in the warmth of his bed. He wrapped the comforter tighter around him as he slowly transitioned from his sleepy state into wakefulness. He opened his eyes slowly to weak gray light filtering into his small room and without even knowing why, a smile crept across his sleepy face...because his soul knew he was happy even before his mind registered it.

Then it all slowly came back to him, each memory of all that had happened between him and Louis the night before at Louis' office. Louis liked him. And Louis had told him that he wanted some kind of relationship with him that was not on a boyfriend/dating kind of level. Harry didn't know what that was exactly and frankly he didn't care. All that mattered was that Louis wanted to be with him and Harry had accepted Louis' terms because he wanted to be with him too under any condition. Harry was also feeling blissfully happy that Louis wanted him sexually. Louis wanted him. Craved him. He was only worried about his virginity which frankly Harry didn't understand why because he really wanted Louis to take it.

Harry's mind went back to the night before when they were on Louis' couch in his office, how Louis had palmed him and touched him and spoke dirty to him. How his warm breath had fanned over his ear and neck as he whispered to him what he wanted to do to him. Harry's body suddenly felt too warm and he felt his cock twitch. The more he thought about Louis and the night before, the more his body reacted and soon he found his hand making its way down into his boxers to his semi hard dick and he found himself wishing that Louis was beside him, touching him, naked, their skins flush together.

Harry began to pump himself slowly, his eyes closed as he thought back to the times Louis had touched him, reminiscing the feel of Louis' hand on him. He groaned at the thought. Harry remembered the feel of his lips wrapped around Louis' dick as he sucked him off. Harry moaned louder and threw his head back on the pillow as he pumped his now fully hard dick faster. He heard Louis' husky voice against his ear telling him why he hadn't fucked him yet and how badly he wanted to fuck him hard. Harry groaned again as he imagined Louis fucking him hard like those guys he had seen on those porn sites he visited. He wanted Louis deep inside him and this thought alone made Harry thrust up into his hand as he pumped his dick furiously. His breathing was becoming erratic as he imagined Louis pushing in and out of his tight ass fast and hard. Harry felt his body coil and tense, his abdomen tighten as his orgasm built up, the heat pooling in his insides. He arched his back off the mattress bucking up into his fist and he came all over himself, calling out Louis' name like a mantra. He lay panting hard as his body came down from its high. Harry shuddered and smiled, his eyes closed. He felt happy and sated.

He reached out from beneath the comforter and grabbed his phone and swiped it. No new messages. Well probably Louis was still asleep seeing it was only 7 am. Still, Harry decided to text him.

[From Harry]

Good morning. How are you today?

He hit send and put the phone back on the bed side table. He felt energized and ready for the day ahead although he had some difficult things to do today. He had to tell his friends about his new complicated relationship with Louis which he doubted they would understand let alone accept but he knew that whatever they said to try and change his mind, they wouldn't alter his decision. He was also aware that Nick would probably have another go at him and yell and not talk to him but he was ready to risk that. Maybe Liam, Zayn and Niall wouldn't support him in this either but that was also a risk he was willing to take. For Louis. He knew that if it came down to choosing between them and Louis, he would choose Louis as selfish as that may seem.

Then he had to go to Garlands to tell Adam that he would no longer be working there. Most probably Adam would have a fit but Harry reckoned that he would just have to get over the fact that he was done being a stripper. Harry knew he was giving up a lot for Louis, that he was risking too much for a person who wouldn't even acknowledge what kind of a relationship he wanted with him but Harry felt deep down inside him that what he was doing, was the right thing. He wanted to please Louis. He wanted to make him happy. Besides, there was nothing wrong in letting Louis help him find a more decent job. Harry never really liked stripping and lap dancing on men who only lusted for his body.

You hardly know him. You don't know anything about him at all besides the fact that he wants to fuck you and control you. You are giving up so much and placing it all in his hands.

Harry knew his subconscious was probably right but he was too optimistic and happy and positive to even let his subconscious drag him down.Harry got himself out of bed and headed towards the shower. He was mentally preparing himself for a good day. He was ready to embrace the future, whatever it might bring. Be it good or be it bad, he will cross those bridges when Louis Tomlinson decided to bring him to them. But for the time being, he was going to label himself as Louis Tomlinson's boyfriend and nobody needed to know otherwise!

X

As Louis finished his gym session, he felt better. More relaxed. Less anxious. At least so far, no panic attacks had assailed him. He sat on the bench and mopped his face with a towel, picked up his phone and swiped it. Immediately he smiled like an idiot when he saw that he had a message from Harry. He was thankful that he was alone and nobody could see the silly grin on his face.

Schoolgirl!

He mentally flipped off his annoying subconscious as he tapped the message.

[From Harry]

Good morning. How are you today?

Louis instantly hit reply even though this texting thing was fairly new to him.

[From Louis]

Good morning. I am very well thank you. That blow job of yours worked wonders on my mood. Works better than my mood stabilizer pills. What about you?

Louis hit send then got up and made his way to the kitchen. He felt famished and he could smell Mrs. Davis' pancakes all throughout the house. Maybe today he could ask her if she would be a dear and add some bacon to his pancakes. As he walked up the corridor towards the kitchen, his phone vibrated. He was quick to swipe it and tap on the new message.

[From Harry]

I am well thank you. Glad my expert mouth put you in a good mood ;) Getting ready to go to my first lecture. Boring :(

Louis smiled to himself at the sweet message and emojis. He stepped out into the kitchen engrossed in his phone.

[From Louis]

What did I tell you about your education, Mr Expert Mouth? Don't be a naughty boy because naughty boys get punished ;)

Seriously? Did you just emoji him? Who are you and what have you done with Louis?

Again, Louis mentally flipped off his subconscious as he slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar and looked from Mrs. Davis to Leonard, who were staring at him somewhat oddly amused.

'What?' he asked them, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Both of them recovered slightly from their staring.

'Good morning Mr. Tomlinson,' Mrs. David told him with a smile. 'Breakfast?' Louis gave her a grin.

'Please. I'm starving. Could I bother you into adding some bacon to my pancakes if its not any trouble?' Mrs. Davis and Leonard exchanged glances. He was acting weird. He never asked for bacon! In fact, he never altered his breakfast. Louis hardly ever altered his routine.

'No trouble at all Mr Tomlinson,' Mrs Davis told him as she went to work grilling some bacon for her boss. Leonard cleared his throat but as he was about to speak, Louis' phone vibrated again. Louis put his finger up at Leonard, indicating for him to wait.

[From Harry]

Punished as in how? Like no phone for a week? No telly? Grounded even? ;)

Louis smirked at the phone feeling internally giddy. So this little shit wanted to play huh. Oh its on!

[From Louis]

How about I spank that ass of yours till you can't sit down for a week huh?

He hit send.

Oh I bet you want to beat him. I bet its clawing you up inside to take a belt to him and beat him raw.

Louis ground his teeth together so much that his jaw hurt.

No! Never! Not him!

How long do you think you can hide this side of you from him? One day the need of beating him will be too strong for you to resist. He will see you for the monster that you are and leave you because let's face it, he's too good for you. Too innocent. Too pure. And you're nothing but a damaged sadist!

Louis' fingers clenched into fists on his lap. He felt his anxiety rearing up its ugly head. Why couldn't his subconscious just shut the fuck up? He was trying. He was taking a step into a direction he never ventured into before. Maybe he could curb it. Maybe he could stop being violent.

Sure you can Jan!

'Mr. Tomlinson.' Leonard's voice brought him back to the present. He could feel his anxiety in the pit of his stomach ready to take over but he won't let it win. He will fight it. He blinked at Leonard.

'Yes Leonard,' he asked him offering him an apologetic smile. Just then his phone vibrated again and Louis just had to, so he left Leonard hanging again.

[From Harry]

Hmm I like the sound of that ;)

Louis' dick twitched in his sweat pants. Was this boy for real?

[From Louis]

Howa bout you get that ass to Uni and stop being a little shit?

Louis hit send and almost immediately, Harry's text came in.

[From Harry]

Yes Sir.

Louis smiled at his phone and placed it face down on the counter, then gave his attention to Leonard just as Mrs. Davis pushed a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. Louis inhaled deeply.

'Hmm Judy smells so good,' he moaned. Mrs. Davis laughed as she poured him a cup of coffee to go with his breakfast. She watched him scarf down forkful after forkful of food and she wondered what had happened last evening to have altered his mood so drastically. She had never seen him eat so heartily. As Louis chewed and swallowed his food, taking sips of coffee in between, he looked at Leonard.

'Was there something you needed to tell me Leonard?' Louis asked him around a forkful of bacon.

'Yes Sir in fact I did. Your PR will issue a statement to The Sun later today regarding the Dan Wootan article that was published yesterday. He emailed you a copy of what he wrote so all he needs is just your confirmation and the go ahead,' Leonard explained. Louis nodded as he sipped his coffee.

'I'll see to it as soon as I get to the office. Leonard, I need you to call Gerard my stylist and tell him I have a job for him Saturday morning and I need you to assist him. I also need him to get me a suit for Saturday, nothing too formal. Also, I have a very important birthday coming up next Monday and I need you to pick me some gifts I have chosen. I want them wrapped and all ready by Sunday morning. I am also planning a surprise regarding this birthday and I need you to handle the arrangements I have made.' Leonard nodded.

'Yes Sir. Consider everything taken care of.' Louis gave him a satisfied smile then turned to look at Mrs. Davis.

'Also Judy, you can take Saturday off. With the party happening here there will be caterers and decorators coming and going. Marc's assistant will be over looking all the arrangements so you won't have anything to do. However I will need a special birthday breakfast on Sunday morning. And Leonard, after the party's finished here on Saturday, I need the dining room decorated with birthday stuff by Sunday morning. In the meantime Mrs. Davis, go and enjoy your grand babies.' Mrs. Davis' face lit up like a Christmas tree.

'Thank you so much Sir. I haven't seen them in a while. Thank you,' she gushed. Louis waved a dismissive hand at her.

'No, thank you Judy for taking such good care of me and my house. Leonard, run to Hamley's and get Mrs. Davis' grand babies some toys please.' Mrs. Davis gasped.

'You don't have to Sir,' she told him. Louis smiled at her as he slipped off the stool.

'I know but I want to,' he told her with a smile.

'Mr. Tomlinson, what shall I prepare for this birthday breakfast on Sunday?' Mrs. Davis asked him. She watched him brow furrow in thought. He looked at her and smiled.

'Have a bit of everything. I don't know what my guest likes exactly so have pancakes, English breakfast, fruit, cereal and toast. Also add eggs Benedict on toasted English muffins with salmon and Hollandaise sauce. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get ready for work,' he told them as he headed off towards his room, his step light and bouncy. Mrs. Davis and Leonard exchanged knowing smiles because their boss was happy. He looked it and he radiated it and they silently prayed that whatever it was that was making him happy, continued to make him happy because they had worked with him long enough to know that despite all the wealth and fame he had, Louis was a sad and lonely person.

X

Harry's day was going wonderfully. His lectures where flying by and he felt relaxed and in tune with everything going on around him. Sometimes he zoned out and day dreamed of what was to come, of the possibilities that lay ahead, of what might come out of this "relationship" he had going on with Louis and loads of imagines created by his mind all of which saw him as Louis' exclusive boyfriend. Sometimes he internally chided himself to not expect more and not set up himself for disappointments but he couldn't help it. He was happy and for the time being he wasn't going to deny himself this feeling.

Soon it was time to go and meet his friends for lunch and to tell them all that had happened with Louis, minus the intimate details of course. They belonged solely and exclusively to the two of them. He made his way to their lunch table and even though he was nervous about what they might say especially Nick, he was determined not to let them spoil his mood or effect his decision in a negative way. They didn't know Louis like he did, or at least the side of Louis he had gotten to see over the past few weeks. Therefore, they were going to judge him on all the rumors they had heard about him. If only they could see him through his eyes!

When he arrived at the table, they were all sitting there already eating and he could feel their questioning eyes on him, burning holes right through him. He sat down.

'Hey,' he told them with a smile on his lips.

'Someone is chirpy,' Nick commented sarcastically as he chewed on his salad.

'In fact I am,' Harry replied, giving him a shit eating grin and he watched as Nick's face turned serious and he glared at Harry. Harry calmly tore the wrapper off his tuna and mayo sandwich and sipped his tea calmly. Nick scoffed.

'Something up your ass you might wanna share?' he snapped at him. Harry didn't like how Nick always seemed to be angry with him lately but then again he could understand his frustration. Harry chewed slowly on his sandwich and swallowed, giving Nick another smile.

'Nothing's up my ass at the moment but if there was I don't think I'd want to share it,' Harry told him as he took another bite of his sandwich. Niall, Zayn and Liam burst out laughing but that only angered Nick further.

'You think you're funny?' Nick spat at him.

'I know I am,' Harry replied playfully smiling at him.

'Stop being an asshole!' Nick yelled.

'Only when you stop being a dick,' Harry replied calmly round a mouthful of sandwich.

'I'm really not in the mood for your shit and witty comments,' Nick threw at him. Harry stopped eating and put his sandwich down. He locked his eyes with Nick.

'Neither am I Nick,' he told him calmly but seriously, his tone dangerously low. All joking and playfulness he had thus so far given to Nick, all vanished. 'And please don't yell at me. I don't like it.' Nicks scoffed again.

'Sensitive are we?' he mocked Harry.

'Nick cut it out,' Zayn warned him. Liam gave Harry a warm smile, totally ignoring a sulking Nick.

'You look better today,' Liam pointed out and Harry couldn't help the shy smile that spread across his face. Niall nudged him in the ribs with his elbow, making Harry squirm in his seat knowing he was ticklish.

'Dude spill. That happy face of yours has me curious,' Niall told him. Harry took a sip of his tea and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He looked from one to the other.

Here goes nothing!

'I saw Louis yesterday,' he began his voice low and drawing out the words making sure his friends understood him. 'And we talked.'

'And what?' Nick asked cocking an eyebrow at Harry. Harry took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

'I'm going to be with him,' he told them calmly.

'You what?' the four of them screeched at him in unision. Harry let them vent it out. He knew this would happen so he let them have it.

'Are you crazy?' Nick yelled.

'Harry how can you?' Niall asked him.

'Harry you can't do this,' Zayn exclaimed.

'Harry he's not good for you,' Liam pointed out. Harry looked at each of their shocked faces.

'Are you done?' he asked them, his tone still calm. 'I will answer your questions.' He directed his gaze to Nick. 'Yeah I guess I'm crazy,' he told him. Then he looked at Niall. 'I can because I want to.' He moved his eyes to settle on Zayn. 'Yes I can do this.' Finally he rested his eyes on Liam. 'He might not be good in the eyes of the world but he is in mine and that's all that matters.' Silence followed as all of them chewed on Harry's replies. It was Zayn who broke the silence.

'So, what, he wants a relationship with you?' he asked him. Harry played with the napkin. Here come the difficult questions that required answers, answers which he wasn't sure he could give but which he would at least try to.

'Not exactly,' he replied. 'Its...its complicated.'

'Of course it fucking is!' Nick growled. 'Its Louis fucking Tomlinson. Everything with him is complicated!' Harry glared at him.

'Don't speak about him as if you know him!' he told him a little harshly.

'And you do?' Nick yelled. Harry took in a deep breath trying to calm himself down. He thought to himself: What Would Louis Do in a situation like this?

Shut him down!

Harry looked at Nick squarely. 'Nick you are pissed off at me because you can't have me. You are angry because he can. Now, either get over yourself or remain bitter and angry. That's totally your choice. Either way just know that it won't effect me. I choose him. He makes me happy. None of you know him the way that I do which is why you are freaking out. He's a different person than what he projects himself to be and I get to see that part of him that he keeps hidden away from the world.'

'He's a pompous prick!' Nick roared. Harry gave him a small smile.

'To you maybe because you're mad at him because he got me. Nick, I always treated you as a friend. Nothing more. I never led you on. You led yourself on believing there was more between us than friendship. If you got the wrong idea and led yourself down a path thinking I thought of you otherwise, than that's not my fault. I am sorry if you are hurting but....' Harry paused and smiled at himself. 'I feel deeply for him. Its mutual. We've discussed it.' Nick's face turned a deep shade of purple but before he could open his mouth and throw another string of verbal abuse towards Harry, Liam intervened.

'Harry, the guy doesn't date. Its a well known fact. What are you getting yourself in for?' Harry sighed and Liam couldn't help but notice the serene look on his face.

'I don't know yet but I'm willing to give it a chance.'

'He will break you,' Zayn pointed out. 'He is filling your head with promises he has no intention of keeping just to get into your pants Haz.'

'That's not true,' Harry said through gritted teeth. Why must they keep telling him this? If only they knew!

'Its what he does Harry!' Zayn stressed. 'Why are you so intent on being blind to what he truly is? What's gotten into you?' Harry looked down at his lap.

'He has,' he said softly. Zayn huffed in frustration.

'He will never love you Harry. He is just using you and filling your head up with words that mean nothing to him but mean a lot to you. He is not capable of love or feelings. He is soulless.....'

'You don't know him!' Harry yelled finally snapping but he instantly regretting raising his voice. 'I'm sorry,' he apologized. 'You just don't know him and you have no right to judge him on what you have heard or read about him. He is different with me.'

'What makes you think you're so fucking special to him?' Nick snarled.

'He's a virgin,' Zayn said before Harry could reply. 'That's what makes him so special to Mr. Tomlinson and what got him interested in Harry in the first place. He wants to take his virginity because that's all he does is take take take. He sees a challenge in Harry and he's up for challenges.'

'He doesn't,' Harry said in a low, sad voice. 'Why can't you just be happy for me?' Niall moved closer to him and wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder pulling him in for a hug.

'Because we love you and we don't want to see you broken Harry. You are such a good guy and he is taking advantage of you. You are too blinded by your feelings for him to see it and it is our job as your best friends to guide and protect you.'

'He's not going to hurt me,' Harry told him quietly.

'No he won't hurt you,' Zayn told him. 'He will simply shatter you into a million piece. You are already so far gone for him Harry. You are willing to be with him when he's not offering you anything at all.'

Stop!' Liam interrupted Zayn. All eyes went on Liam. 'Can we just take a moment here and stop attacking Harry? Okay, so we don't really know Louis or his intentions with Harry.....'

'Are you taking his side?' Zayn asked Liam none too gently. Liam's eyes widened at his boyfriend's accusatory tone with him. Zayn was generally a very calm and laid back person.

'I am not taking any sides here. I'm simply choosing to give this Louis the benefit of the doubt. People change Zayn especially when they find someone. And he's important to Harry so I really think we should get to know him not base his actions on his reputation.'

'Are you fucking kidding me?' Zayn snapped at him. 'Everyone knows what he is.'

'Exactly!' Liam snapped back. 'Everyone knows WHAT he is not WHO he is! There's a big difference Zayn. I might not know him but I researched him last night while you were at work. He's a fucking tycoon. A multi billionaire. There is not much about his personal life save that he is an only child and comes from Doncaster. From what I read he's a philanthropist. He does a lot for charity. He fucking gave us a new photo lab so there is good in the man you can't deny that. Yeah he had a string of relationships and many have spoken about how he broke their hearts but he still shouldn't be judged on that alone. I suggest he comes to Harry's birthday bash on Monday and we all make an effort to know him.'

'No fucking way,' Nick sneered. 'If he's coming then you might as well count me out now! So Harry choose. Its either him at your birthday bash or me.' Harry gave Nick as sad look.

'Don't do this Nick. Don't make me choose because it will always be him.' Nick gave him a disgusted look.

'Wow choosing your sugar daddy over your own friends! That's just wow!' Nick told him coldly. Harry felt Nick's words go to his heart.

'Don't call him that. And I wouldn't have to choose if you didn't make me. He probably wouldn't come anyway,' Harry said quietly because the chances of Louis coming to his birthday bash were slim to none.

'Are we that much beneath Mr. Mulit-Billionaire's standards that he wouldn't come to his boyfriend's birthday bash?' Nick taunted him.

'Nick shut up!' Niall admonished him. Harry got up and slung his bag over his shoulder.

'I'll see you guys later. I don't want to be late for literature.'

'Harry wait,' Liam called after him but Harry hurried away towards the building that housed his next class. Liam looked at Nick in annoyance. 'Do you always have to be such an asshole?' he asked him then he turned towards Zayn. 'And you! I thought I knew you better than someone who would go around judging people on mere rumors.'

'You don't know him,' Zayn said in his defense.

'And you do?' Liam asked him. 'You've only been repeating to Harry what you heard about him in the dressing room at Garlands probably from someone who is still bitter about Louis dumping him. You are better than that Zayn. I think we should meet him and support Harry through this.'

'That man is only using Harry,' Nick pointed out. Liam rolled his eyes.

'You know Nick, talking bad about Louis won't make Harry like you. In fact, I'm pretty sure he will end up disliking you if you continue to bad mouth Louis. Guys, people change. We don't know Louis' story or why he is the way he is. Maybe Harry is giving him something he's never had before. Maybe Harry is making him feel. Maybe, just maybe Harry will be the ONE for him.' Zayn looked at him in disbelief.

'Are you like serious? They are so fucking different. He is a multi billionaire and Harry is a struggling student who works as a stripper to pay off his tuition. And who, by the way happens to be a virgin and you seriously think that Mr. Tomlinson is going to settle with someone like that? Please!'

'Like that how exactly?' Liam snapped at him. 'What's wrong with Harry?' Zayn huffed.

'He's beneath him!' Zayn said exasperated.

'Really Zayn?' Liam asked him angrily. 'So love is all about material stuff now?' Zayn looked at Liam's angry face. He hated fighting with him.

'No its not. Of course its not but in this case....'

'In this case nothing!' Liam stopped him. 'They are just two people Zayn. They met and something has started. Neither will know what will come out of it until they try. Who knows? Maybe despite their social and financial differences they will make it work. Maybe they are soul mates. Maybe it will fall apart before it even begins. Maybe this is the beginning of a great love story or a doomed one. We don't know and they don't know either but they need to be given a chance.'

'Zayn when did your boy get so sappy?' Niall joked and Zayn was quick to flip him off.

'He's always been sappy and romantic I'll have you know,' Zayn told him as he snuggled closer to Liam and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Liam was still pouting so Zayn peppered his face with tiny kisses and tickled his sides till Liam had no choice but laugh. When Zayn was done tickling him, Liam stroked his cheek, looking into his gorgeous eyes.

'So what do you say love?' Liam whispered against Zayn's lips. 'Shall we give this Louis a chance?' Zayn pursed his lips as if he was deep in thought.

'One one condition,' he finally told Liam. Liam narrowed his eyes at him.

'And what might that be?' Liam asked him.

'I get to top for the next week straight,' Zayn told him with a smirk. Liam playfully slapped him on the arm.

'You drive a hard bargain but for Harry's happiness I will be your bottom for the next week.' Zayn grinned at him.

'Okay then. We'll give Mr. Tomlinson a chance,' Zayn told him before diving in to capture Liam's lips in a passionate kiss.

'Get a room,' Nick scoffed. They pulled apart, smiling, Zayn's arm around Liam's shoulder holding him close. Liam patted Nick's arm.

'Nick I know you like him. Maybe more than like him. And I am well aware that you are hurting and that's why you're lashing out at him trying to hurt him back but don't. He loves you as his best friend and he never ever led you on. It's not his fault you fell for him and trust me, Harry doesn't like it that you're hurting because of this. We just have to let him have this chance with Louis and we have to be prepared to pick up the pieces should it end wrong for Harry. We have to be there for him especially you Nick.' Nick glared at Liam.

'Why should I though? He's going into this blindly. What he gets is what he deserves.' Liam tsked at Nick.

'You don't mean that Nicky. You should because you love him. We all should. That's what friends do, be there for each other. And yes, he might be going into it blindly but he's just following his heart. We can' begrudge him that for selfish reasons now can we?' They all looked at one another, taking in Liam's words.

'No we can't,' Zayn finally agreed with him.

'I'm up for it,' Niall said. They all looked at Nick who seemed to be thinking about what Liam had just said.

'Hell okay,' he finally said, throwing his hands up as if in surrender. 'What the fuck ever. I'll try my best to keep sane watching him love someone else.'

'Aww,' they all cooed as they crowded around him, hugging him tightly, letting him know they got him too and if Nick silently cried, nobody needed to know.

X

Harry left the University campus late afternoon. He had some work to do on the computer and since his laptop was totally crap, he decided to stay at the library and use the hi-tech ones there. He had been glad of the quiet time because he had a lot of thinking to do after his talk with his friends. Still, their argument did not deter him from what he wanted. He knew he wanted Louis. He had text Louis a while a go but so far he had gotten no reply.

As he made his way outside, it was almost already dark even though it was just past 4 pm. Harry had one more thing to do before today was over, then he looked forward to a hot shower, a microwave dinner and get cozy on the sofa with Netflix. Today was Friday so he could afford to stay up a little later than usual. He decided to head towards Garlands now and get it over and done with. He knew that Adam would be there by the time he got there so it would be a great time to talk to him before the other strippers would arrive.

When he got on the train, he text Louis again, telling him that he was on his way to Garlands to inform Adam that he would not be working there anymore. Harry tapped send and smiled to himself. Louis would be happy. Louis would be proud of him but then self doubt reared up its ugly head. He knew that after he did this, he will have no job, which meant he couldn't pay rent or his tuition. Which meant he would have to relay on Louis to find him a job, a job that Louis wanted and deemed good for him. But what if it wasn't? What if it was some job Harry didn't want or like? How could he say no to Louis? He already felt he had to be grateful to him and he already felt like he was depending on Louis when Louis wasn't even his boyfriend! He could leave him anytime and this sent fear into Harry's stomach. If he left him, Harry would be with no job, hardly any friends since they were pissed off at him and that would leave him stranded in life all alone. He took a deep breath to calm his anxiety over things that had not happened yet or might not even happen.

There's a possibility they will.

Yes, he knew that but he chose not to think about it. He knew maybe he was being really stupid giving himself over so completely to a man who was so complex but deep down in Harry's gut, he knew it would be okay and that Louis wouldn't just leave him high and dry with nothing. Louis might be a mystery and a complicated one at that and Harry knew that he knew nothing about him especially his private life but one thing he knew for sure was that Louis was kind. Hidden behind that tough exterior of his, Louis was full of kindness. So why did Harry all of a sudden feel like he was a charity case?

Harry got off a Leicester Square station and hurried up the stairs to street level. He carefully crossed the roads making his way past the Queen's Theater and the French House Wine bar till he got to Hopkins Street where Garland's was situated. He took a deep breath and went round the back to the entrance the strippers and staff used. He made his way inside the warm club thankful to be out of the cold and made his way past the small kitchen and into the main area heading towards Adam's office. He tapped lightly on the door and heard a faint come in so he pushed the door open to find Adam sitting at his desk. He looked up from the stack of papers in front of him and smiled at Harry.

'Harry darling what brings you here so early?' Adam asked him.

'I um need to talk to you,' he told him, walking further into the office.

'Sit sit,' Adam told him flapping a hand towards the chairs in front of his desk. Harry sat down heavily in the chair knowing that his news wasn't going to go down well with Adam. 'So, my favorite stripper what can I do for you?' Harry fidgeted with his fingers and chewed on his lower lip then thought : What Would Louis Do? Louis would do this right away, with no feelings attached because it was a decision that needed to be taken.

'I quit,' Harry told him right out, feeling emboldened by the fact that this club was part owned by Louis and that Louis had his back and if that Adam forced him to stay, Louis would take care of it. Adam's eyes went wide with shock at this unexpected news.

'What?' he screamed at him. 'What the fuck are you talking about? You can't just quit when you have a show in less than 7 hours.'

'I'm sorry Adam I can't work here anymore,' Harry told him calmly. Adam ran a hand through his hair tugging at it in frustration.

'Harry you can't do this to me! Do you know how much money you make this club? I cannot let you go.' Harry sighed.

'I'm really sorry Adam but....'

'Did Louis put you up to this hmmm? Did he? I have a fucking feeling he did. I mean he fucking paid for you for me to give you a day off.' Harry blinked and looked at him in surprise. Adam saw the surprised look on his face and laughed. 'Oh he didn't tell you did he? He didn't tell you that he paid the amount you made in a night which is 3500 pounds just for me to give you the evening off cos he wanted you? Oh my fucking God you poor naive little boy.' Harry swallowed thickly. So Louis had actually paid for him to take him out to dinner? When Adam saw the confused look on his face, he continued:

'You've fallen for him haven't you? And Louis being Louis wants to own you at any cost so he made you quit working here because he wants you all to himself. Typical! He does that you know with his new play things. He is a selfish man Harry. Wants his toys all to himself and doesn't like sharing. I have known Louis a long long time and you are just another one of his conquests. Until he's done playing with you and throws you away. Then what? What did he promise you huh?' Adam leaned back in his chair and watched Harry. There was a conflict going on inside of him. There where two ways he could go about doing this. Listen to what everyone was saying to him about Louis or listen to Louis. Harry looked at Adam.

'I'm just going to go and clean out my locker yeah. I would appreciate it if you could have my last pay cheque ready.' Harry got up to leave.

'You are a fool Harry. Before next week is over you will be back here begging your job back,' Adam spat him him angrily. Harry gave him a small smile.

'I hope you will find some one to replace me and makes you the same amount of money I have. Bye Adam.' Harry walked out the door closing the door softly behind him but not before hearing Adam curse him to hell. Harry rested his back against the wall in the dim corridor and let out a long drawn breath. So Louis had actually bought him for 3500 pounds to go out with him? Harry didn't know if he should take that as a compliment or feel insulted. He decided to not think too deeply about it. He was sure Louis had his reasons. He reckoned if he paid that amount of money for Harry to take him to a cheap restaurant, a tube ride, to a bar and a walk, then he must be really worth it.

Harry pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the large dressing room area he shared with the other strippers. He hoped that it would be empty so he could just get in, grab his stuff and leave but alas,it wasn't. Some of them were already there as was Zayn. When Zayn saw him walk in he went over towards him.

'Hey are you alright? You left quite abruptly at lunch today and we haven't seen you since. Don't mind Nick so much yeah. You know how he is,' Zayn told him quietly. Harry shrugged and walked over to his locker, Zayn following behind. 'So are you alright?' Zayn pressed. Harry looked at him.

'I just quit. I'm not working here anymore,' he told Zayn and watched his eyes grow wide and his mouth open.

'What? Why?' Harry shrugged again not sure whether he should tell him that Louis had told him to quit but he decided he would give him a partial truth.

'Louis has offered to get me another job,' he said quietly as he began pulling out his stuff and putting it in his bag. Zayn leaned against the lockers and folded his arms across his chest, scrutinizing Harry.

'That's awfully kind of him,' he told him a little sarcastically which wasn't lost on Harry. Harry stopped what he was doing and huffed.

'Not all that he does has bad intentions Zayn. I never liked this job anyway. I did it for the money and if he can get me a decent job where I don't have to strip and have men get horny for me, then I'm grateful.' He paused and looked at Zayn. 'No offense to you all by the way. I just never felt good doing this. So yeah.' Zayn licked his lips and nodded.

'He's controlling you already. He is all about control Harry,' Zayn pointed out. Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.

'Let it go Zayn. If he's controlling me its because I'm giving him permission to. You don't have to like it or agree with it. Nobody has to but me.' Before Zayn could reply a few of the other strippers crowded around Harry.

'Hey asshole,' Ryan said. Harry turned around slowly and looked at him to see if he was addressing him which he soon realized that he was. 'Do you think you're some kind of hot shot ha? Success went to your head?' Harry looked at him in confusion.

'Excuse me?' he asked. Ryan slammed the newspaper against Harry's chest and immediately Harry knew what this was about.

'You think you're his favorite now? You think you're something special just because he took you out?' Ryan sneered at him. Harry swallowed hard.

'No..I um...I d-don't,' Harry stammered. Ryan smirked at him.

'Well you shouldn't. Most of us have been where you are with Mr. Tomlinson. So I hope you are not making a big deal out of this. You're just his new shiny toy. Enjoy it while he's got his attention on you but just so you know, the day he took you out on this farce of a date, just before he picked you up, he was balls deep inside me.' Ryan saw the shocked look on Harry's face and he laughed out loudly. 'Oh poor lover boy! Did you think you might ever be the only one for him? Oh how sweet oh my God. Aww you're so endearing,' Ryan mocked him. Harry felt the earth beneath his feet about to shatter and swallow him whole. He began to feel dizzy and his vision went a little blurry. He didn't want to cry in front of them. He just had to get home. Ryan folded his arms across his chest, knowing that he was hurting Harry.

'Just know that he will never let me go,' he told Harry. 'I give him what he needs and I'm good at it. Just because you signed an NDA doesn't make you special to him. So don't think he's going to commit to you or be monogamous. You're just another pretty boy he wants to fuck.'

'Okay enough Ryan,' Zayn told him. Harry blinked at Ryan. What could he possibly say to him that would measure up to what Ryan had just said? Louis had fucked Ryan before picking him up and had paid for the date he had taken him on. But there was one thing Ryan had said.....

'I haven't signed an NDA,' Harry told him softly and now it was his turn to watch the confusion and surprise on Ryan's face.

'What?' he barked out at him. Okay, so was he supposed to have signed this NDA and why hadn't Louis asked him to like apparently he had done to the others?

'I haven't signed any NDA,' Harry repeated only to watch Ryan ground his teeth together and his hands ball up into fists but Ryan shrugged.

'He will make you sign one. All of us have so do not for one second think you are special to him,' Ryan spat at him before turning and walking away, the others following him suit. Harry looked at Zayn.

'Did you know about this?' he asked him calmly. Zayn took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

'Yeah some of them have signed this NDA with Louis. I don't know why of course. Hasn't he asked you to sign one?' Harry shook his head.

'No. At least not yet,' he told him a little sadly. He got the last of his belongings out of the locker, closed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. 'See you Monday,' he told him as he walked out of the club. As soon as he was outside, he took in a few deep breaths to calm his rising panic. Just then his phone rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was Louis.

'Hey,' Harry answered.

'Hey stranger,' Louis told him and Harry could feel the smile in his voice. It warmed his heart. 'How was your day? I apologize for not returning your texts but I was very busy with meetings all day.'

'Its okay,' Harry told him quietly as he navigated through the streets of Soho on his way to the tube station.

'What is it Harry?' Louis asked him instantly picking up on his quiet tone.

Tuned in to him are we?

Harry sighed. 'Its nothing. Just been an...over emotional day.'

'Tell me,' Louis told him in that commanding voice of his. Harry pressed the button at the traffic lights waiting for the red lights to turn to green.

'I just quit my job,' he said softly. He heard Louis breathe....in relief?

'You have,' he said. It wasn't a question but a fact.

'Yeah,' Harry whispered. Louis didn't reply right away.

'Where are you?' he asked him.

'Just left the club and I'm heading home. I'm tired, wet, cold and hungry,' he chuckled into the phone.

'Okay,' Louis replied. 'Go home, have a hot shower and I'll be by later with dinner.' He paused. 'I mean if I can come over?' he asked as an after thought. Harry felt his heart flutter.

'Of course you can. Thank you,' Harry told him.

'What would you like for dinner?' Louis asked him. Harry smiled.

'You decide. I'm not picky with food.' He heard Louis laugh.

'Right. I will be there sometime after 8 pm. See you later.'

'See you later,' Harry replied as they hung up.

At around 8:35 pm, Louis stepped out of his car on Edgware Road and told Angus to go home. He walked over to Harry's apartment block and pressed the intercom buzzer of apartment number 2.

'Who is it?' Harry's crackled voice came through the intercom.

'Who else?' Louis said and soon the door was buzzed open and he made his way inside and up to the second floor of the building where he found the door to Harry's apartment already open. He pushed the door wider and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The apartment was dark save for a small light in the kitchen, the telly and a few candles. He saw Harry sitting on the sofa, legs tucked up under him and a fuzzy blanket over him. Louis placed the basket containing their dinner on the kitchen counter and walked over to the sofa, plopping down next to Harry. Harry kept his eyes glued to the telly and Louis could tell he was upset over something or sad or frustrated. He could tell it was something but didn't know which. He scooted closer to Harry and felt the urgent need to cuddle him.

Seriously? You cuddle him? You don't even know the meaning of the word cuddle let alone actually do any cuddling!

Louis ignored his annoying subconscious but Harry looked awfully soft in his woolly lavender jumper and fuzzy socks that peeked out from underneath the blanket, his hair up in a messy bun and smelling of laundry fabric softener and some kind of deodorant.

'What are you watching?' Louis asked him, trying to get his attention because Louis didn't like to be ignored.

'How to get away with murder,' Harry replied still keeping his eyes on the telly. Louis smiled.

'Thinking of murdering someone or am I going to have to murder someone for you?' Louis asked him playfully. Harry turned to look at him, a smile on his face.

'No,' he said quietly. Louis placed his hand on his thigh.

'What went wrong today?' Louis asked him. Harry chewed his bottom lip nervously and Louis knew that he did that when he wanted to tell him something and was debating on whether to tell him, how much to tell him or not tell him at all. 'Harry,' Louis snapped in his commanding voice. 'You can tell me anything.' Harry made a quick mental note of what he could tell him and what he wouldn't out of all that happened today.

'D-did you really p-pay Adam all the money I- I make in a night just t-to take me out?' Harry asked him in a low voice because this had bothered him. He needed to know Louis' reasons for doing this. He wasn't going to tell him about what Ryan said though. That he would keep to himself. Louis sighed.

'Yes I did,' he told him.

'Why?' Harry asked him. Louis ran a hand through his quiffed hair messing it up.

'Because Harry, I really wanted to take you to dinner and Adam was being a dick about it saying he wouldn't let you simply because you earned him a lot of money. I didn't like the way he was using you. And I already told you. I'm a selfish man who gets what he wants one way or another. I wanted you with me that evening and yeah I paid Adam the money you made the night before just so he would shut the fuck up and give you the night off.' Harry pondered on his reply, chewing again on his bottom lip. Louis waited for him to say something.

You fucked up!

'Are you mad?' Louis asked him. 'I mean there's no need for you to be mad. I think you should be flattered really. I never did this kind of thing for anyone before,' Louis told him honestly.

Wow boosting your self ego much?

Harry looked at him and gave him a small smile. 'I'm not mad. It just felt weird being paid for ones company.' Harry stopped and let it hang. Louis grit his teeth together.

'The way you said it you make it sound like I paid for a whore. Don't ever think that you hear? Don't ever think of yourself that way. You are not my fucking whore!' he growled.

'I know,' Harry said quietly not wanting Louis to get mad at him.

'But you think it!' Louis pressed. Harry placed his handover Louis'.

'I thought it I admit when Adam told me but after I heard your version of it, I don't think it. I-I kinda feel......' Harry looked down and felt his cheeks heat up.

'Feel what?' Louis asked him. Harry raised his eyes to look at Louis.

'I feel special,' he told him in a soft voice. Louis smiled and felt his heart soar.

'You should because you are,' he told him softly. Harry blushed furiously under Louis words and Louis smiled because he saw the effect. 'Anything else that has made you feel less special today that you want to talk to me about?' Louis asked him gently. Harry wanted to so much tell him about how hurt he was about his friend's reactions when he had told them about Louis but he didn't want to hurt him by telling him that they thought this was a very bad idea and how Louis was only using him. He wanted to tell him about all that Ryan had said and about the NDA but he knew that he would get Ryan in trouble if he told Louis. Louis would probably go to Garland's and fire him. Harry chose to keep it all to himself.

'No,' Harry told him quietly. Louis moved in closer and he could feel Harry's body heat and smell his scent and Louis wanted to devour him. He stroked his thigh.

'Can I show you just how special I think you are?' Louis asked him in a husky voice not breaking eye contact with Harry. Harry gulped suddenly feeling nervous.

'O-okay,' he stammered out. Louis gave him a smile and leaned in closer capturing his delicious lips in to a passionate kiss. Harry was quick to part his lips for Louis, permitting him entrance into his mouth and as soon as his tongue slipped inside Harry's mouth, Harry moaned softly. Louis felt Harry's body tremble lightly. Louis knew what he wanted. He wanted to taste Harry. He wanted to see his beautiful orgasm face. Louis wasn't one for giving head. He was more good at receiving but with Harry everything was different. Harry made him different. Louis broke the kiss and looked at Harry's flushed face. How did he manage to look fucked out from just a kiss? Louis' body vibrated just from the thought of how Harry would look after being thoroughly fucked.

Louis stroked his cheek. 'Can I taste you Harry?' Louis asked him, his voice low. Harry's heart stuttered in his chest and sped up, beating rapidly against his sternum. He had never had anyone give him head before but he had dreamed about this for so long even though he felt shy to be exposed to Louis. Nevertheless, he nodded at Louis having lost his ability to speak. Louis stood up and removed his jacket and loosened his tie all the while looking down at flushed Harry. His innocence made Louis want to corrupt him so bad but not in a bad way.

Keep telling yourself that. You know you will ruin him in the end.

Louis felt a twinge of doubt about what he was going to do. He knew he would draw Harry deeper into this and maybe dig himself even more deeper but at this point he was willing to go with the flow. He looked at Harry who was looking up at him expectantly, those plump red lips parted and Louis could already make out his semi in his sweat pants. Louis could feel his own dick fattening up in his suit pants but right now he wanted to concentrate on Harry. He wanted to do this right. He didn't want this to be about him but about Harry.

'Lie back,' Louis ordered and Harry was quick to lie back down on the sofa. 'I don't want you touching me while I blow you,' Louis instructed him and Harry only nodded. Louis commenced to take off his Gucci leather belt, fingering the soft black leather between his fingers.

You really want to take that belt to him don't you? Whip that virginal ass till be cries and begs you to stop.

Louis felt a sweat break out all over his body. He wouldn't do this to Harry. Not in a million years.

'Arms above your head,' Louis commanded and Harry was quick to obey, raising both his arms above his head over the arm rest of the sofa. Louis reached over and wrapped the belt around his wrists, tightening it.

'Ahh,' Harry groaned. Louis watched his face, his body language for any sign of discomfort but Harry was pliant. He was waiting, the semi in his pants now tenting his sweatpants.

'Don't lower your arms. For nothing. Do you understand?' Louis ordered. Harry nodded slightly, pressing his lips into a tight line. Louis knew that he had tightened the belt a little too much. He needed it. He needed to give a little pain.

Of course you do. You need your pain fix anyway you can get it.

Louis grit his teeth together, clamping them down hard till his jaw ached. I. Won't. Hurt. Him!

'Answer me,' Louis told him. Louis needed for Harry to understand that he didn't want to be touched during this. He was going to do it his way at his pace and not risk having Harry grab his head and choke him on his dick.

'Y-yes Sir,' Harry replied and Louis was internally grateful that Harry knew when and when not to call him Sir. He had picked up on the fact that during physical contacts, Louis was addressed to as Sir. Louis sat beside Harry's thighs and tapped his hip.

'Lift,' he told him and Harry obliged by lifting his hips off the sofa as Louis hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them all the way down his long legs till they were off and he threw them on to the carpet. When he looked back at Harry, he just had to smile. The boy was still wearing his lavender jumper, his fuzzy socks and a pair of Captain America boxer briefs, his hands tied above his head with his leather belt. Louis felt so endeared by the vision before him, felt his stomach flutter wildly and a weird attachment to this beautiful innocent creature who was at his mercy.

'Cute,' Louis complimented him as he ran his hands slowly up his thighs making Harry shiver and goosebumps to break out along his creamy pale skin. Harry gulped and bucked up his hips. Louis shook his head at him.

'You do not get to thrust up your hips. Do you understand? You will not thrust up your hips.' Harry nodded. 'Use your words!' he told him sternly, making Harry flinch.

'Yes S-sir,' Harry squeaked out. His whole body felt as if it was going to blow up. Louis leaned over him and kissed him softly, his tongue pushing inside Harry's mouth claiming him. His hand moved underneath Harry's sweater until Louis found his nipple. He tweaked it a little harshly between his thumb and fore finger making Harry arch his back off the sofa and let out a strangled cry.

Remember the boy has never been touched before. He's not one of your whores. Go easy on him.

Louis was a little bit out of his element here. He never fore played so this was new territory to him and he wasn't even sure he was doing it right. He decided to go straight to the task at hand. His hands roamed down Harry's body until they rested on the elastic waistband of his boxers. Without having being told to, Harry raised his hips and Louis pulled them down to mid-thigh. Immediately his dick sprang free, thick and hard, slapping against his stomach. Louis admired this beautiful boy with the rather big cock.

'Hmm,' he hummed in approval. 'Very well endowed.' By now Harry's face was burning red. He felt shy, never having been exposed this way to someone, having someone see him naked but he yearned for Louis' touch. He knew that Louis probably did this with his other boys, that his wasn't the first dick he's seen, that this was nothing new to Louis. He knew that Louis was probably just using him and he was giving him right what he wanted. He felt Louis' hand on his cheek.

'Hey are you with me? We can stop if.......'

'No Sir,' Harry replied, his voice deep and thick. Harry realized that Louis had noticed him mentally wander off but his mind wouldn't shut up and his body was reacting out of control.

'Okay then,' Louis told him softly as he placed another kiss to his plump lips. He never told Harry again to tell him to stop if he needed to. As selfish as he was, he knew that Harry would never stop him. Louis wrapped a fist around Harry's dick and began pumping him slowly. Harry closed his eyes and moaned. By the way he was already leaking pre-cum, Louis reckoned it would be a very short and quick blow job but somehow, he wanted to make it good for Harry. After all, if he made it good, Harry would want more and only God knew there was so much more that Louis wanted to do to this boy.

Louis leaned down over Harry's dick and blew on it making the boy groan louder and pull at the restrains holding his wrists together. Harry's mind was lost. He couldn't concentrate on anything besides Louis' lips in such close proximity to his dick which was why he bucked up into Louis' fist when he felt his warm breath on his dick.

'Did I not tell you to keep your hips still?' Louis snapped at him and without even knowing it, his hand came down harshly on Harry's thigh, the smack resounding all around the quiet apartment. Louis stood stock still when he realized what he had done. His eyes found Harry's and they were wide with shock.

Hate to say it...but I fucking told you so. You can't control that beast inside of you not even with him.

Louis tried to open his mouth to say something but what could he say? How could he apologize for what he was used to? He saw his red hand print on Harry's thigh and he didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling that it gave him.

'It's alright,' Harry whispered when he saw Louis debating on what he did. 'I deserved it.' Louis looked at him and wanted to scream out to him that no, he didn't deserve it and that he was sorry and that he was all fucked up inside but he didn't know how to be otherwise and God knows he was trying...trying to be gentle and good.

'You did deserve it,' was all that he told him. 'Next time obey me when I tell you to do something.' Having control over the situation didn't make him feel better though. Harry just nodded. Louis smoothed his hand on the thigh he had smacked hoping to ease some of the sting. He lowered his head again and before he took Harry into his mouth, he told him:

'Don't move and whatever you do, do not come in my mouth. Two things you should know about me. I never bottom and I never swallow.' He didn't wait to see Harry nod before he was down on him, licking at the swollen leaking head. He heard Harry gasp loudly and Louis smiled. He took the head into his mouth and sucked hard, running his tongue over his slit. He could feel Harry tremble and making all these moaning and groaning sighs. To be on the safe side, Louis placed both his hands on Harry's hips to keep him pinned down. He wasn't having his mouth fucked. He was alright with giving head to Harry but he wasn't going to let Harry fuck his mouth.

Harry was going crazy. With his hands tied and his hips being held down and Louis mouth on him, he felt as if he would pass out any minute from the overwhelming sensations he was feeling. He felt Louis' hot mouth engulf him and swallow him down, sucking and licking him and Harry wanted, needed to push his hips up to get more, more, more. He felt the tears fill his eyes and roll down the sides of his face as Louis continued to work on him. He began to feel that feeling, the tightness in his abdomen and the tingling in his spine, his thighs starting to shake from the immense effort it was taking him not to move when his body was telling him to move.

'L-L-Louis.....' he groaned out, his throat dry and hoarse. 'I-I'm cl-close please Louis,' Harry begged round a sob that left his parted lips. Louis lifted his mouth off Harry and Harry nearly cried at the loss of contact. He felt his orgasm hold off yet his body needed it. 'Please please,' he begged again.

'Shh shh I'm gonna make you come don't worry,' Louis reassured him as he once again wrapped a fist around Harry's hard dick. He began to pump him fast and hard. 'You can move your hips now,' Louis told him and immediately Harry began thrusting up into Louis' tight fist frantically and Louis pumped him even harder. Louis kept his eyes on Harry's face.

'I'm- I'm oh God,' Harry mumbled.

'Let go. Come for me. Let me see you,' Louis urged him on and that was it for Harry. He felt his orgasm being ripped out of him as he came hard all over Louis' hand and his tummy, painting his lavender jumper with hot streaks of white. His body shook as Louis continued to pump him through it until Harry lay spent on the sofa, panting hard, his heart jack rabbiting in his chest. Louis watched his body convulse with after shocks, his messy bun came loose, his face flushed, lips parted and his arms still over his head tied with his belt. Louis leaned over him and kissed him softly, then plucked out a tissue from the box on the coffee table and wiped his hand. He reached for his arms and pulled them down, unfastening the belt. As soon as he did, he noticed the two red welts around Harry's wrists. Dammit, he had tied the belt too hard. He massaged them for him, trying to get the blood circulating again but didn't miss Harry's face twisting up in a wince as Louis rubbed them.

Some habits are hard to break.

'Are you alright?' Louis asked him gently, still massaging his wrists and Harry gave him a lazy smile, his eyes drooping shut.

'I can't feel my body,' he told him in a slow drawl. Louis chuckled.

'Result of a good orgasm. Did I hurt your wrists?'

'No,' Harry told him, his eyes now fully closed and Louis just had to smile at him.

'I need you to go and shower. I will warm up dinner okay.' Harry opened his eyes a little.

'Look who's all domestic,' he pointed out and Louis just had to smile at him again like a goofy idiot.

'Only for you,' he told him as he leaned over and pecked his lips again. He stood up and helped Harry up too making sure he was able to stand on his wobbly legs. He had really long legs and Louis loved them. He noticed that his hand print was fading slowly. 'Don't be long in the shower okay.' Harry nodded and went off in the direction of the bathroom.

After 15 minutes he was back in the lounge in a fresh new pair of black sweat pants, an over sized maroon University of London sweater and black fuzzy socks, his hair up in a bun. He walked over into the kitchen where Louis was dishing out food onto plates. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist from behind and placed his chin on his shoulder. Louis froze and Harry felt him tense. Louis had never been held like this before. This was intimate. Harry made to move away because he realized that maybe this was too much for Louis.

'Don't,' Louis told him softly and Harry resumed his position.

'Hmm smells good,' Harry commented.

'Not half as good as you do,' Louis told him. Harry chuckled and placed a kiss behind Louis' ear. Louis tried not to stiffen again. He had to admit that he liked this, this new feeling he was getting from Harry. He had never ever had this with any of his boys or those with which he had had a short time fling.

Louis wiggled out of his grasp and turned to face him. 'Can you bring in the glasses of wine I already poured while I bring in the plates?' he asked Harry and Harry nodded, picking up the two glasses half full of red wine. He followed Louis into the lounge and he sat the plates on the table. Harry placed the glasses and sat down. Louis sat down next to him as he toed off his black leather Roberto Cavalli moccasin. He looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.

'So are we going to watch some more How to get away with murder while we eat?' Harry gave him a beatific smile as he pulled the blanket over both their thighs and pressed play on the remote while Louis passed him a plate.

And nobody had to know how Louis was having the time of his life, sitting in a shabby apartment on Edgware Road, eating takeout on a couch, watching a tv show which he had never done in his whole life, while he sat beside the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on as he talked while eating bringing Louis up to speed on the whole plot of the series.

COMING VERY SOON CHAPTER 7......................

Chapter Text

We're Only Getting Closer

Harry loved his Saturdays. He had a routine especially for Saturdays that he liked to stick to and today was no different. At 6 am sharp, he stepped out of his apartment on to the still sleepy and empty Edgware Road. It was still dark out but Harry loved this time of the morning where the world was still asleep but dawn was not too far off. He loved the silence of the still sleepy city, with no traffic, pedestrians rushing about their daily life or the busy cafes, restaurants and shops. There was only the occasional car that went by besides the garbage trucks and the street cleaners doing their jobs before the city came to life.

He stood for a moment on the sidewalk and inhaled the cold, crisp morning air into his lungs and exhaled slowly, feeling happy and relaxed. His mind was peaceful as was his soul and he appreciated the city being on pause for a while as it slept. Harry shivered. It was cold, the temperature must be somewhere below zero. He was glad that he had dressed up warmly in his white leggings, black Nike shorts, Randy's Donut gray hoodie, gloves and beanie. He decided to pull up his hoodie hood over the beanie. He pressed play on his mp4 and set off for his morning run, running the length of Edgware Road towards Marble Arch, then crossing the road into Hyde Park. The park was empty and shrouded in a wet, clingy fog that made the park look a little eerie. It was silent save for the crows that lived there, cawing loudly as they greeted the first light of another brand new day.

His feet pounded hard on the concrete walkways as he ran, music in his ears, heart pounding fast and furious in his chest. His mind went to Louis and he couldn't help the smile on his face or the fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Yesterday he had gotten his first blow job and it had been fantastic and he couldn't wait for Louis to do it again. He had also been very happy to get to spend a very domestic and quite normal evening with Louis, eating dinner and watching the telly. Harry chuckled to himself as he remembered Louis asking a million question about How To Get Away With Murder, then adding his comments which were mostly sarcastic. He had never imagined Louis to be quite so domestic and he probably wasn't. He probably had maids and servants to assist to him but yesterday he had been and that was all that mattered to Harry.

As Harry ran and the sky began to lighted up, excitement crept slowly into him at the thought of going to Louis' party tonight. He was equally worried and scared because this was a high society party and he knew he was nowhere near high society. His mind drifted to his closet and he cringed inwardly because he had nothing to wear that was mostly acceptable to this sort of party. He mentally stopped himself short because these parties tended to come with a dress code and Louis never told him what he should wear. Did he need a suit? But he didn't have a suit. Okay he could maybe ask Zayn or Liam to let him borrow one, if they were still talking to him. Harry made a mental note to call Louis and ask him what he should wear.

Harry ran on down North Carriage drive then cut across to West Carriage drive and over the bridge that cut across The Serpentine. The fog had lifted a little and he could now see the beauty of Hyde Park around him. The light of day was gray and he knew it would be another rainy day but Harry loved his winter. He came out on the south side of the park on the southern part of Kensington High Street, not aware that Louis actually lived in Kensington. Harry ran back on the roads outside of the park, taking his time to make the hour long run just in time to get him to Starbucks on Oxford Street which would be opening up by the time he usually got there and today was no exception. He pushed the glass door open, breathing heavily from his run but inhaling the wonderful aroma of coffee, which he badly needed. He walked up to the counter and was happy to see that Mitch was behind the counter. Mitch usually did the weekend morning shift and he and Harry had become somewhat friends.

'Hey Mitch,' Harry greeted him. Mitch turned to him and gave him a small smile. Mitch wasn't much of a smiler and people usually thought him weird but he wasn't really. He was just one of those people who didn't like to mingle much. One time when he had been on the evening shift and Harry had made a run into Starbucks for a late coffee, he had been there and they had had a coffee and talked for a while and Harry had taken a liking to Mitch because Mitch was friendly. He was just an introvert!

'Hey Harry,' Mitch replied. 'Back from your run?' Harry smiled widely at him.

'Yeah. Nice day out.' Mitch rolled his eyes at him.

'It's dismal. Again,' he pointed out and Harry only smiled wider.

'Its winter my friend,' he told him. Mitch sighed dramatically.

'Why can't I be working in a bar on a beach in Jamaica?' he whined and Harry laughed.

'No dream is impossible if you aim for it and work had to make it come true,' Harry pointed out which made Mitch roll his eyes again.

'You and your positivity! What can I get you?'

'I'll uhm have a caffe misto grande with a sprinkle of cinnamon please.' Mitch nodded and set about preparing Harry's drink.

'How's Uni going?' Mitch asked him. Harry shrugged.

'S'ok I guess. Got exams coming up at the end of February so I'm revising hard.'

'All work and no play makes Harry a dull boy,' Mitch remarked and Harry laughed again.

'Oh Harry is playing don't you worry!' Mitch turned to look at him, narrowing his eyes at him as he placed the lid on his Starbucks take away cup.

'What's that supposed to mean? And what's that gleam in your eyes? Oh my God you met someone? You did didn't you? Spill.' Harry laughed loudly as he placed 5 pounds on the counter and picked up his warm cup.

'See you round Mitch,' he told him as he turned to go.

'Hey no you don't you little shit. Tell me. Who is it?' But Harry just waved and walked out of Starbucks on to Oxford Street. Harry began his walk home, sipping idly on his hot coffee and watching London stir and stretch and yawn to life. He felt at peace and happy.

X

Louis reminded himself for the millionth time why the fuck he had agreed to let Marc have his damn launch party at his house. He had said it would be a small gathering, a small group of people who would be taking part in the Spring launch....models, photographers, dressmakers and a few of his elite friends. What Marc failed to tell Louis was that this group amounted to over 200 people!

As Louis sat in the kitchen trying to read the newspaper and sipping his tea, Marc's assistant Fredrick was getting on his nerves with his high pitched voice ordering people around. At already 8 am the decorators started to transform his home into a typical Marc Jacobs launch party. The floor leading from the front door straight into his large hall was transformed into a catwalk that lit up when you walked on it. The color theme was all in black and white except for the made up catwalk which lit up a bright pink. Black and white balloons where put up everywhere. His banister leading upstairs was draped with black and white drooping chiffon held up with sliver beads and right at the top of the banister, the decorators hung up a sign in silver sparkles : MARC JACOBS SPRING/SUMMER 2017.

Louis rolled his eyes. Marc was all big or go home. He didn't know how to do small. Louis was fond on Marc though. They had had a thing for a while and during that time, Louis had gotten close to Marc. Not romantically but friendly. Marc was a tad older than him and somehow Louis ended up trusting the man. Now, he could safely say that Marc was the closest person he had to a friend. Marc knew a lot about him and Louis appreciated the fact that he kept it all to himself which made Louis trust him even more and occasionally talk to him about certain things.

Fredrick's shrill voice pierced through Louis' skull making him wince as he heard him deliver orders that the chairs and tables where to be draped in white gossamer fabric tied back with black chiffon ending at the back in a bow with a black sequined four leafed clover with inlaid silver Swarovski crystals. Louis shook his head. Who the fuck went through all this detailed shit to launch a new clothes collection?

Leonard walked in just then saving Louis from having to go out there and strangle Fredrick with his own bare hands.

'Sir, I will be heading out to pick up the birthday gifts you have instructed me to get. Is there anything else you need?' Leonard asked him. Just then Fredrick let out a high pierced scream.

'Can you please take that asshole to the gallows and have him drawn, quartered and disemboweled old English style?' Louis asked him, tossing his head back in the direction Fredrick was still screeching like a banshee at the decorators.

'If only I could Sir,' he told him with a smile and Louis had to smile back at him.

'You too huh?' Louis threw at him and Leonard nodded.

'He is quite....expressive vocally and tuned in to a very high pitch might I add,' Leonard said and it made Louis laugh loudly. 'I will be off then Sir if there is nothing else you need.'

'That will be all for the time being Leonard thank you. Just don't forget to meet Gerard at 10 am. You have the address right?,' Louis asked him.

'I do Sir. You don't need to worry about a thing. Everything is taken care of,' Leonard reassured him. Louis nodded at him.

'Thank you Leonard.'

Louis got up, picked up his cup of coffee and phone and made his way outside to his enormous back garden. It hadn't started to rain yet but it looked like it would anytime soon. He closed the door behind him, hoping it would shut off Fredrick and his annoying voice. He needed some peace and quiet. He could already feel a headache coming on but Harry was coming tonight and he was looking forward to having him in his house and introducing him to his friends.

Oh bringing him into the close knit circle are we?

Louis shrugged at his subconscious. So what? It didn't mean a thing.

Sure because you have had your other boys at your exclusive parties and introduced them to your friends. Of course its quite a normal thing you do!

Louis looked out over his beautiful garden even though at the moment it was stripped bare of flowers and colors but still it was beautiful and he loved it. What am I doing? he asked himself hoping his subconscious wouldn't hear and offer up its annoying opinions. But Louis wasn't so lucky. His subconscious was as ruthless and as controlling as he was.

Oh nothing much. Falling for the boy like a teenager and you don't even know what to do about it. You are barreling into him like a train wreck and where as you might survive the wreckage, he won't so don't be fucking selfish and think of him for once.

But Louis didn't want to hurt him. He knew that much. He didn't want to hurt him either physically or emotionally.

But that's the point! You will. You won't mean it or want to but you will because that's who you are and what you do! You want him but you can't give him what he WANTS! You want him on your own terms and conditions like you do with your business. Everything has to be on your own terms and conditions! Well wake up! He is not a fucking contract to sign and use as you see fit.

Louis wanted to argue with his subconscious that that wasn't the case. Couldn't his subconscious see that Harry was the only person in his life that wasn't offered to sign an NDA? That Louis would never make him sign one because he wanted......

You don't know what you want! Or maybe you vaugely do but you're too fucked up to have it. And if you do decide to go for it, you will fuck it up regardless because you wouldn't know what to do with it. You are not relationship material.

Louis sighed and drained the last of his coffee. Maybe his subconscious was right and he was just fooling himself into thinking there could ever be anything with Harry. He had too many secrets that he could not share and his past would always be in the way.

You can't have your cake and eat it too!

He knew that. He knew that perfectly well but he also knew that he was selfish and he wasn't going to let this go regardless of what his subconscious said. And there was no better way to shut his subconscious up than to hear Harry's voice. He swiped his phone and tapped Harry's number. He picked up after the second ring.

'Good morning,' Harry greeted him and Louis couldn't help but smile to himself.

'Good morning,' he replied as he relaxed into his chair. 'How's your Saturday going?' He heard Harry shuffle papers and take a deep breath.

'The usual,' he said into the phone.

'The usual as in?' Louis asked him, reminding Harry that he didn't know his schedule. Harry chuckled.

'Oh yeah sorry,' he told him realizing a little too late that Louis did not know what his usual Saturday was. 'Well I went for my morning run, stopped at Starbucks for my caffeine fix, came home, showered, made breakfast, put in a load of laundry and settled down with my huge amount of homework.'

'Hmm that sounds like a busy day. What are you working on?' Louis asked him genuinely interested in knowing all that he could about Harry.

Yes like you usually do when its regarding a business deal!

'I am working on a paper about Jane Eyre,' Harry told him. Louis scoffed.

'Jane Eyre? Never liked the story much. The pompous rich prick who hid a deep dark secret and preyed on the innocent naive Jane who didn't know any better and fell for the dick and he ended up hurting her!'

Sounds like someone we both know!

Harry chuckled. 'But her loved saved him. Even when she knew about his dark secret, yeah okay she was upset and ran away from him but she loved him too much to give up on him,' Harry argued.

Don't even start getting your hopes up. You are not Mr. Rochester!

Louis sighed. 'I think she was an idiot to stick around someone like him.'

'I think it was worth it,' Harry replied. 'Love wins. Always.' Louis swallowed as Harry's words did a strange thing to him. For the first time in his life, he was tongue tied. He coughed to clear his throat.

'So ugh you're still up for the party tonight right?' he asked Harry, changing the subject.

'Definitely!' Harry told him excitedly. 'You kinda reminded me that I wanted to ask you is there like a dress code? I mean....what should I wear?'

'Oh yeah about that,' Louis told him. 'Leonard is coming over. With clothes.' He heard Harry huff.

'Louisssss,' he whined into the phone and the way Harry whined out his name made Louis feel as if he was falling from great heights right into the clouds.

'Are you fucking pouting?' Louis asked him.

'Yes!' Harry told him still a hint of a whine in his voice. 'Because you shouldn't......'

'Are you gonna throw a hissy fit just because I sent you a suit?' Louis asked him in a stern voice but he wasn't angry at Harry. He was endeared by him.

'Its just.....' Harry began.

'Stop being difficult!' Louis warned him.

'Or you'll what?' Harry asked him seductively. Louis was a little bit shocked at his nerve, totally taken off guard because nobody had ever provoked him that way. He wasn't prepared for this.

'Or I'll come over and.....'

'Opps sorry its the buzzer. Someone's here. I'll call you back yeah,' Harry told him and hung up. Louis found himself listening to the beeping tone. He looked at his phone.

'The little shit,' he told himself with a smile. 'Did he just fucking hang up on me?'

x

Harry walked over to the intercom and pressed the button still clutching his phone.

'Who is it?' he asked.

'Hello Mr. Styles I am Leonard Mr. Tomlinson's assistant.....' Before he could finish, Harry buzzed the flat door open so he could come up then opened the door and waited for him to come up. In a few minutes, Leonard's head appeared as he climbed the stairs followed by another two men. Harry didn't know any of them. Leonard stopped on the landing and extended his hand to Harry.

'Mr. Styles it is a pleasure to make you acquaintance. I am Leonard. This is Gerard, Mr. Tomlinson's stylist and that's Trevor his assistant.' Harry felt confused as to why these people where here but he stepped aside and allowed them inside. He noticed that Gerard and Trevor were carrying stacks of dry cleaning black plastic bags.The three men walked inside the small apartment and looked at Harry. Harry looked from one to the other feeling awkward.

'Um why did ugh Lou... Mr. Tomlinson send you here again?' Harry asked them. Leonard smiled at him. He had a kind face and a friendly smile.

'Mr. Styles....'

'Please just Harry,' Harry interrupted him. Leonard nodded.

'Harry, Mr. Tomlinson sent us over, mostly Gerard to fit you with clothing for tonight's party.' Suddenly Harry remembered that Louis had mentioned a suit but gathering from what Gerard and his assistant were carrying its wasn't just A suit. It looked like plenty of suits! Gerard opened his bag and pulled out a measuring tape as his assistant placed all the items neatly on the back of the couch.

'May I?' Gerard asked him indicating to Harry if he could take his measurements. Harry nodded and let Gerard measure him. When he was done, he stepped back and looked at Harry, tapping his index finger against his lips taking in Harry's figure.

'Trevor,' he said still keeping his eyes on Harry. 'Gucci number 3 please. Now Mr. Styles, this is the latest from the Gucci men's collection.' Trevor unzipped the bag and pulled out a suit which he handed to Gerard which in turn he presented to Harry. 'This is in silk with a tiger jaquard against a dark blue base. I think the color suits your complexion. It has black silk faille lapels with half canvas construction, silk lining, peak lapel, front flap pockets and center back flap. The jacket is skinny fit with soft narrow shoulders and slim sleeves. The pants is tailored with a slightly cropped fit which will suit those long legs perfectly fine.' Gerard smiled at him but Harry only blinked because all he got from all the words that Gerard had just spoken where two words : Gucci and suit.

Gerard took his silence for not liking the suit. Gerard snapped his fingers at Trevor. 'Gucci number 6 Trevor please.' And Trevor handed Gerard another suit which he presented to Harry.

'Another Gucci. Ink blue wool gabardine with red silk bees. Jacket also comes with a half canvas construction, silk lining, notch lapel, front flap pockets and single vent. Pants are a skinny fit with back besom pockets. I also have a red Gucci silk Cambridge shirt to go underneath this suit.' Harry remained stock still staring at the man who kept mentioning Gucci over and over and again Gerard took that as a go ahead to show Harry more clothes.

'Okay if you do not wish a complete suit, we can make an ensemble. Trevor, Gucci number 2 please.' Trevor handed the item to Gerard. 'Here we have a black tiger jaquard pants with black silk faille, it has on seam pockets, back besom pockets and is a slightly cropped fit, 54% silk, 33% viscose and 13% polyester and it will definitely look so fine on those long legs. To go with it I would suggest this gorgeous shirt...Trevor Gucci number 8 please,' Gerard ordered and as soon as it was handed to him, he showed it to Harry .'The Duke shirt in cotton poplin embellished with embroidered dragon down the front and a floral applique that extends up and around the neck to create a garland effect. It has barrel cuffs and mother of pearl buttons. And might I suggest, whichever suit you choose to go with, these fabulous Gucci ankle boots with elongated toe will complete the ensemble perfectly. It has a green and red web strap across the front with a double G hardware and a side zipper. It is real leather of course.' Harry couldn't even close his mouth. Gerard looked across to Leonard for help because he was feeling like nothing was to Harry's liking and he had followed Mr. Tomlinson's orders and gotten all the latest from Gucci.

'Harry would you like to try on the items Gerard showed you just in case you need alterations?' Harry blinked and looked at Leonard.

'Can you um give me a second?' he told them as he walked over to the items spread out on the couch. Leonard, Gerard and Trevor stepped into the kitchen giving Harry some time. He fingered the items and looked at the price tags. The suit with the tiger was 2980 pounds which almost made him choke. Who the hell bought these types of suits? This one alone covered a whole semester of his university fees! The suit with the red bees was 2100 pounds. The red shirt was 709 pounds. The tiger pants was 1200 pounds. The Cambridge shirt was 820 pounds and the boots was 980 pounds! This was crazy and insane. He shopped from Primark for God's sake.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Louis who picked upon the second ring.

'So found a suit yet or did you call to apologize for hanging up on me?' Louis asked him cheerfully. Harry looked towards the kitchen where the three men where talking.

'You sent me Gucci,' Harry told him trying to keep his voice down so as not to be over heard.

'You prefer another designer?' Louis asked him. 'I thought Gucci had more fun suits for you. A little wacky perhaps.'

'Louisss,' Harry whined out his name. 'They are expensive!' Louis laughed.

'And your point being?'

'I cannot wear Gucci! Did you know there's a suit here that costs as much as a whole semester of my university?'

'And your point being?' Louis asked him again. Harry huffed in annoyance.

'Point being, I can't wear a Gucci. I can't let you spend this much on me!' Louis smiled to himself. At least the boy didn't like him for his money!

'Harry I can afford it. Pick one. Or two. Or all if you like them. I don't care,' Louis told him.

'Are you insane? How am I going to walk around in a two thousand nine hundred and eighty pound suit? What if I damage it? What if I drop something on it? Stain it?' Louis just had to laugh out loud again.

'I don't give a fuck if you burn it. I just want you to look good tonight okay. I want to treat you. Please let me.' Harry was shaking his head even though Louis could not see him.

'No. Louis you can't. I can't let you,' Harry told him firmly and Louis didn't like this. None of his boys ever refused gifts from him.

'Look Harry why are you being so fucking dramatic?' he asked him in a stern voice which made Harry recoil instantly. 'I really don't give two shits about money and you shouldn't either. I hate that you always have to come up against me when I want to do something for you, so hang up the fucking phone and go choose something you like. Surprise me.'

'Y-yes Sir,' Harry told him because he didn't want to disappoint Louis yet this didn't feel right.

'Thank you,' Louis told him gently. 'Angus will pick you up at 8 pm sharp okay. Now go. Have fun. Choose a nice suit. Knock yourself out.' Harry wanted to wrap his arms around Louis and hug him tightly because he was too kind.

'Thank you,' Harry whispered into the phone.

'Its my pleasure. See you tonight.' Louis hung up and Harry turned back to the three men in his kitchen, informing them that he was ready to try on a suit.

X

The house was full. Actually it was packed. Marc had gone all out with this shit show. He had even hired a DJ who Fredrick had set up in the dining room. Louis looked around as if expecting Fredrick to pop up and annoy him with that high pitched voice of his.The party had started half an hour ago and Louis was already tired of shaking hands with people in the business and models. He was happy that Kendall, Cara and Gigi had been able to come. They were three of Louis' favorite people. They were easy to talk to, fun, care free and didn't give much of a shit about what others thought about them. Especially Kendall, seeing she was a Kardashian and her mother was Cris! So it was expected for her to be a little on the wild side.

Louis took his place up exactly opposite the front door which was wide open allowing a flow of guests pouring into his house. Marc had arrived a while ago but he hadn't had the chance to talk to him yet seeing he went off to mingle with his friends and give Fredrick last minute orders. Louis smiled to himself. Marc was such a perfectionist and wanted things his way just like him, which was probably why they had remained friends after Louis had dumped him. He couldn't deny that Marc had been a good lover though he was never one of his boys. Still, to this day Marc never stopped reminding him was a selfish arrogant bastard he was.

Louis' mind drifted to Harry and he realized that he longed to see him. He looked at his gold Rolex and it was just past 8 pm so Angus should've picked him up already by now and they were probably on their way over here. Louis felt a tremor of excitement go through him. He wondered which suit he had chosen and he was so nervous at seeing him in a suit. His hands felt clammy and he quickly wiped them down on his suit pants, an Yves Saint Laurent in light gray with black lining round the lapels and pockets. Gerard was so good at dressing him up. He didn't want a tie but opted for a Tom Ford light blue shirt, leaving one button open at the collar. Louis motioned for a waiter and took a drink off the tray he was carrying and took a healthy gulp. Why the fuck was he so nervous?

Look at you all dressed up and nervous waiting for your date! I'm impressed. Don't you feel like you're at prom?

Now was not the time for his subconscious to be an asshole. And it wasn't a date! Before he could work himself up in a frenzy, Marc came up to him and stood beside him.

'How can I ever thank you for letting me throw this glamorous party?' Louis gave him a smirk.

'I will think of a way don't worry.' Marc laughed.

'Yeah I am sure you will. Are you waiting for someone? You look distracted and haven't moved from this spot since I got here,' Marc remarked as he took a sip from his champagne. 'Something on your mind?' Louis shrugged his shoulders.

'Nothing,' he told him though Harry being late was eating him up inside. 'I'm just bored at this boring party of yours.' Marc laughed again.

'Its a fantastic party admit it. You're just a grouchy asshole who doesn't know how to have fun. My parties are always awesome.' Louis gave him an amused look.

'Tone down your ego before your head gets too big yeah. Its a fucking boring party. People looking at people wearing your clothes like a pre-sale to a concert is quite boring you know. Tell me, do they get a discount on the items they like, is that why they are here? Or did you promise them a discount if they showed up to your boring party?'

'You're a dickhead you know that?' Marc told him playfully. Louis smirked at him.

'I've been told that a few times in my life,' he admitted. 'But hey, it is what it is right?' Marc turned to fully look at him.

'Are you going to buy anything from my collection?' he asked him. Louis pretended to be thinking.

'I haven't actually seen anything I like yet,' he teased him. Marc scowled at him.

'Dickhead!' he said then stopped abruptly, his mouth slightly open and eyes wide, looking in the direction of the open front door. 'Who the fuck is that angel and why haven't I seen him before?' he gasped out. Louis followed Marc's line of vision to where he was staring at and his heart stopped. Harry stood in the doorway, looking lost and unsure but also looking immaculate and gorgeous and Louis could swear that never in his life had he seen anything or anyone so perfect and so beautiful. He stood there in his blue Gucci suit with tigers on it and a sheer cream colored shirt underneath the jacket that was open way past his stomach and Louis was sure that his butterfly tattoo could be seen. His hair was all down, a mass of beautiful curls way down and around his shoulders.

'That's Harry,' Louis whispered and it came out as a breathless sigh, almost reverent as if he was worshiping in a church. With difficulty, Marc tore his eyes away from the beautiful creature at the door and looked at Louis who was looking at the man with....with what? Fond? Reverence? Adoration?

'You know him?' Marc asked him surprised, looking back at Harry then back at Louis.

'Yes,' Louis drawled still lost in oblivion drawn in by the beautiful Harry and the grace in which he carried Gucci. Marc nudged him.

'Is he one of your boys? Tell me he's not one of your.....'

'No he's not,' Louis told him a little sharply. How could Marc even think that? How could he even entertain the idea that Louis would take Harry into his dungeon and hurt him? Just then Harry began walking into his house, over that ridiculous cat walk Marc had Fredric install and Louis watched him as he took step after step and the cat walk lit up a bright pink, illuminating Harry in a pinkish glow.

Not so ridiculous is it now that he's strutting on it?

'Holy mother of God,' Marc breathed out. 'Is he a model?' he asked Louis and Louis shook his head, licking his lips, still trapped in a sweet daze.

'No he's Harry,' he said again. Marc looked at him and shook his head then snapped his fingers in front of Louis' face a couple of time, making him blink and tear his gaze away from Harry. 'What?' Louis asked him harshly.

'Who. Is. He?' Marc asked him, puncuating each word. By now, Harry had caught Louis' eye and he smiled big and wide at him popping his dimples and hurried over to them. Louis' heart rammed hard against his ribs.

'Hi,' Harry breathed out as if in relief. 'I'm finally here.' Louis took a sip of his drink because his throat had gone dry.

'I thought you might've changed your mind,' he told him dryly, trying to hide his excitement and nervousness. Harry shook his head slightly, making his curls bounce.

'Never,' he told him. Marc nudged Louis sharply in the back.

'Who's your friend?' Marc asked him beaming up at Harry.

'Oh this is Harry. Harry this is Marc Jacobs,' Louis said making introductions. Marc extended his hand and Harry opened his mouth and closed it again before extending his hand and taking Marc's.

'The Marc Jacobs?' Harry asked him bewildered. 'As in the fashion designer?' Marc smiled broader.

'The one and only. At your service,' he told Harry. Louis rolled his eyes.

'He doesn't need your services,' he snapped and turned to Harry. 'Come on, lets get you a drink.' He grabbed Harry by the elbow and gently pushed him forward towards the bar. Harry turned over his shoulder and waved at Marc who waved back with a knowing smirk on his face. When they got to the bar, Louis asked for two glasses of champagne and handed one to Harry.

'You look nice,' Louis complimented him giving him a once over. Harry smiled and felt his cheeks warm up.

'I um never wore anything like this,' he told Louis and Louis smiled.

'Comfy?'

'It's comfy and soft and costs too much,' Harry told him then leaned in closer to him and lowered his voice. 'I'm wearing over 4000 pounds of clothing! I'm scared I'll damage something.' Louis just had to laugh and laugh he did. He laughed till his eyes crinkled.

'Oh my God Harry you're something else,' Louis told him trying to catch his breath. 'They're just clothes you know.' Harry gave him a skeptical look.

'I beg to differ. They are Gucci and they cost a lot. You.....spent a lot,' he told Louis and Louis wanted to wrap his arms around him and hug him tight.

'I don't mind spending on you. Gucci suits you a lot,' Louis told him. Harry smiled shyly.

'Thank you,' he told him. 'For the clothes and the compliment.'

'You're welcome,' Louis told him, not able to take his eyes off Harry. He took him round introducing him to people. Harry smiled a lot and shook hands with people and was slowly easing into conversations and making acquaintances. Louis left him chatting with Kendall and Cara who seemed to be the two people that Harry was most at ease with and went to the bar to get more drinks. It was then that Marc accosted him once again.

'Looks like your deflated party spirit has been inflated,' Marc commented with a smile on his lips.

'Your party is still boring,' Louis commented playfully.

'But you seem to be enjoying it more since Harry got here,' Marc pointed out. Louis took a sip of his drink and looked to where Harry was laughing with Kendall and Cara. He had taken off his jacket a while ago and Louis was admiring all his tattoos seen through the sheer material of his shirt. 'So if he's not one of your boys, what is he?' Marc asked him with a raised eyebrow. Louis looked at him from the corner of his eye.

'When did you get so fucking nosy?' he asked him. Marc chuckled.

'The moment I saw you look at him with heart eyes.' Louis turned on him his face scrunched up comically.

'Look at him with what now?' Marc took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

'Never in the years I've known you have I seen you look at someone the way you look at him.' Louis scoffed.

'You might want to take it easy on the alcohol,' he told him as he took another sip of his drink. Marc leaned his elbow on the bar.

'Where did you meet him?' he asked. Louis huffed. Marc wasn't going to let this go.

'At Garlands,' he told him curtly. Marc perked up.

'So he's a stripper? Oh my God of course. With those looks and that body....'

'Ex stripper,' Louis interrupted him. 'He's retired.' Marc pouted, jutting out his bottom lip.

'Pity. I would have loved to have him strip for me and tapped that beautiful ass.' Louis turned on him his face serious.

'Say something else about him along those lines and I'll fucking end this stupid party right now. As much as I like you Marc, you better watch your mouth because I will have this shit party over for you in a second and I wouldn't give a toss about your collection......'

'Calm down tiger,' Marc told him playfully, a smile on his lips. 'I wanted to get a reaction out of you and I did. You like him don't you?' Louis scoffed but did not reply. He drank some more and kept his eyes fixed on Harry and if Kendall touched his hair one more time, lesbian or not he would break her fingers. 'I've never seen that look on your face....'

'Marc can you shut the fuck up already with this shit? He's just somebody I happen to like but not in the way you are implying,' Louis told him. Marc pursed his lips thoughtfully.

'So is this like Pretty Woman 2.0?' Marc asked him and Louis dealt him a killer look.

'Stop talking. I'm two seconds away from fucking up your Spring collection!' Louis warned.

'Okay so you won't mind if I.....'

'I'll have you murdered and no one will find your body.' Marc laughed loudly.

'Oh my God he got you didn't he? Sweet Jesus and Mother Mary! Has that sweet boy touched that rock of a heart you got in there?' Louis tapped his finger against his glass.

'I don't think you are very fond of this collection are you, since you are really pushing me to fuck it up for you.' Marc smiled at him fondly.

'Defensive much?'

'Your mouth still working,' Louis told him.

'Okay okay,' Marc said putting his hands up slightly in front of him as if in surrender. 'I just want you to be happy Lou......'

'Does your mouth ever stop working?' Louis asked him. Marc laughed.

'Oh just admit it. You have the hots for him.' Louis smiled and quirked up an eyebrow.

'Oh that I do but he's a virgin.........'

'He's a what?' Marc squeaked out loudly which made Louis turn and give him a startled look. Marc looked at Harry than back at Louis and lowered his voice. 'That beauty over there has never been tapped into? Oh my my you have snagged yourself a special one haven't you?' Louis hated how Marc thought he was after Harry for one thing only. Well, he couldn't really blame him because that's what Marc knew about him.

'It's not like that,' Louis told him softly. Marc gave all his attention to Louis when he heard that phrase and the soft tone of his voice. He knew Louis and his ways. He knew he was not the type to commit or be in a serious relationship. He knew it was hard for Louis to open up and talk but this Louis in front of him right now, was a very different Louis than the one he knew.

'What's it like then?' Marc asked him. Louis shrugged and took a sip of his drink. Marc knew he would have to drag it out of him whatever was on his mind. 'How long have you known him?'

'About a month or so,' Louis told him.

'And he's still a virgin? Your dick working okay?' Marc asked him playfully. Louis scowled at him.

'My dick works very well thank you and very much active too.'

'Not with Harry it isn't!' Marc threw at him. He watched Louis fidget with his fingers that were holding his glass. Louis never fidgeted. Ever.

'I just...I mean I don't....I've never.....'

'You've never taken a virgin?' Marc asked him and Louis nodded slowly. Marc placed his hand on Louis' arm.

'Oh honey. Is that what's holding you back? Well, you happen to be talking to the man who took a few virgins....'

'Eww shut up. I don't want to know about your virgin takings. Eww. Fuck.' Marc slapped his arm playfully.

'You have to be careful with virgins. Since its their first time they can get very clingy afterwards and they have this notion of having saved themselves for "The One" and they want it to be perfect because they will always remember their first time and the person who took their virginity so that's a lot of responsibility on your be half.' Louis scoffed.

'Wow stress me some more why don't you? My dick feels stressed out already and wants to stay dormant!'

'But its true so if you are going to go for it with Harry you need to be intimate with him and romantic. Lots of foreplay to ease him up and prep him open. Some champagne. Romantic music. Take care of him through it and afterwards.' Louis rolled his eyes.

'You know I don't do intimacy! Or romance! Or any of that shit you just mentioned!'

'So what, you're just gonna be a fucking savage like you usually are?' Marc asked him defiantly, challenging Louis.

'No I just...' Louis defended but Marc cut him off.

'You thought what Lou? Look at him. He's soft all over and I can tell from here he's sensitive. He radiates sensitivity and you thought what? Go in, fuck him raw, go out and leave him to deal with it? You're going to deflower the boy! What are you? A fucking neanderthal?' Louis huffed. He wasn't thinking of doing that no. Of course he wouldn't treat Harry like that but he couldn't tell Marc exactly what was going on.

Until you face it, you can't talk about it.

Louis ran a hand through his hair messing up his quiff a little bit. 'No of course not. I wouldn't do that to him. I just.....'

'You just what? Spit it out already?' Louis gave him a pleading look begging him to understand his unspoken words but Marc was having none of it. 'Talk to me!'

'I just don't know how to be intimate. I don't know how to make love to him. I only fuck. That is. Not strings attached. Go in, spill and get out! But he...Harry he....'

'Makes you feel things you never felt before perhaps?' Louis looked down at his glass as he felt his chest tighten.

'I don't know what to do with it,' Louis admitted. Marc patted him gently on the shoulder.

'There's a first time for everything honey and your first time happens to be an angel in disguise. Let yourself go a little. Forget you issues for a while and let yourself try this. Its okay to have feelings Lou. You might not know what to do with them but if you let your heart lead for a while instead of your mind and your dick, you'd be amazed at the outcome.' Louis gave him a hopeful look.

'Do you think I can....feel.....for him?' he asked Marc, his voice a low whisper. Marc gave him a smile.

'I believe you can, even being the caveman that you are,' he told him slyly. Marc nudged him slightly and motioned towards where Harry was still laughing with Kendall and Cara. 'How can you not feel for him? He's a fucking masterpiece. Even I'm feeling for him.....'

'Marc I'm warning you,' Louis told him.

'Talking of masterpieces. I want him to walk for me Lou. For my men's Autumn collection.' Louis turned on him like a pitbull foaming at the mouth.

'What?' he nearly screeched.

'Look at him. Just look at him really good. He's a fucking work of art, with that body, that hair, those tattoos. Not to mention those fucking never ending legs. It's a shame to keep him hidden.'

'No!' Louis said flat out. Marc huffed out in frustration.

'Lou I have a men's collection coming up. Just picture him in tight leather pants, crocodile skin pants, snake skin pants, my collection of fancy shirts over that torso, open to reveal those tattoos, his hair flowing behind him as he works the cat walk bare footed. Takes your breath away just imagining it doesn't it?' Marc told him his voice full of excitement.

'I won't have him exposed,' Louis said dryly.

'Excuse me? You won't have him? Staked a claim on him already have we? And seriously Lou exposed? He's a stripper at Garland's for fucks sake! He's been exposed already and what I'm offering is not degrading to that walking museum of fine arts!' Louis let out a snort.

'Jesus fuck Marc! Are you like besotted by him or something?' Marc gave him a cheesy grin.

'I am very much so. I want to introduce him to the world. He'll be mine......'

'The fuck he will!' Louis stopped him.

'Possessive as always. What next? Put him in a collar and leash?' They stopped talking and they both looked at Harry then looked back at each other.

'Fuck that's hot!' Louis said. Marc slapped him.

'Lou get your mind out of the gutter though I do agree with you on the collar, maybe not the leash but the collar, definitely! But come on think about it. He will make loads of money doing something he has clearly been born to do and no one has discovered him yet.'

'How the fuck do you even know he can model?' Marc gave him an annoyed look.

'Did you see the way he strutted in here as if he owned the god damn place? He's got confidence and charisma.' Louis chuckled.

'He's very shy.'

'Then walking for me will help boost his confidence. Think about it Lou!' Louis sighed and looked at Harry. Was he ready to share him with the world? Was he even his to share? Shouldn't he tell Marc to just go and ask him if he wanted this instead of asking his permission?

'On one condition,' Louis told him. Marc's face lit up.

'Name it Lou Bear!'

'Don't fucking call me that you twat! He is going to be your photographer for this shoot.' Marc's eyes went wide with shock.

'But I already have Alejandro on this. He's my usual photographer......'

'Alejandro can just fuck off back to Cuba for all I care,' Louis told him flatly.

'He's from Columbia!'

'Same thing,' Louis told him shrugging a shoulder.

'No its not! You need to upgrade on your geography!'

'Whatever!' Louis replied. Marc let out a heavy breath.

'What will he think if I tell him he's off the job?'Marc asked him.

'Not my problem,' Louis replied. 'Besides, you owe me for letting you throw this shit show of a party!'

'Fuck,' Marc hissed. 'But I've never seen Harry's work. Is he even a photographer?'

'He's not a photographer yet but I've seen his work and trust me, he's good. He's excellent.' Marc looked at him dubiously.

'This shoot is very important...........'

'Look, do we have a deal or are you just going to talk till you bore me to death?' Marc pursed his lips.

'Charming as ever. I see you haven't lost your touch. Yeah okay we have a deal. I'll talk to Alejandro.' Louis gave him a smile.

'Good and if he gets pissy about it send him to my basement. I would love to subdue him.'

'Oh fuck off Lou,' Marc told him as he went off in search of Alejandro to break the news to him. Louis looked at Harry....but he wasn't there where he had left him with Kendall and Cara and neither were they. Louis felt a surge of panic that he couldn't see Harry anywhere so he went to look for him. He finally found him in the garden with Kendall and Cara smoking weed. Harry was totally high and drunk.

'What the fuck is this?' Louis growled at them.

'Louissss!' Harry chirped happily. He made to move towards Louis but he was a little unsteady on his feet and slightly crashed into Louis who held him to avoid him falling.

'Opps,' Harry said smiling fondly at him.

'God you're high and shit faced,' Louis told him. Harry leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear:

'Don't be mad at me but you can punish me if you want.' His voice was low and deep and husky and it went straight to Louis' dick. Louis looked at Kendall and Cara.

'How the fuck did you two even bring weed in here?' They giggled.

'We have our ways,' Kendall told him.

'You shouldn't fucking get stoned in my house,' he snapped at them. 'Or give any to Harry!' Harry ran his hand up Louis' back, softly and slowly making Louis shiver.

'Its okay. They are my friends,' he slurred, giving Louis his dimpled smile and Louis didn't even know what fucking planet he was on because he was lost in Harry, in those heavy lidded green eyes and those dimples in his cheek.

'Come on, lets get you to a guest room,' he told Harry and Harry nodded waving good bye to Kendall and Cara who blew him kisses and told him they hoped to see him again really soon.

'Fat fucking chance,' Louis threw at them. He took Harry into the kitchen to avoid the guests seeing him wasted. From what Louis could tell Harry was a happy drunk. He sat him down on a stool and opened the fridge bringing out a cold bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and gave it to him.

'Drink,' he ordered. Harry obeyed and drank most of the ice cold water. Then he looked at Louis.

'I'm hungry,' he whispered and Louis had to laugh at his innocent face.

'Is this your first time getting high?' he asked him. Harry nodded, going sideways and nearly falling off the stool. Louis righted him. 'Steady there. Let's get some food in you then its bed okay.'

'Yes Sir,' Harry slurred and fuck Louis wanted to do things to him. Instead, he busied himself getting some of the party food on a plate and bringing it to Harry. He set down the plate in front of him and watched him eat. Harry hungrily ate what Louis brought him and Louis knew it was the effect of the alcohol and weed. He just hoped he wouldn't throw up once he put him to bed. When Harry pushed his plate away and informed Louis that he was full, Louis pulled out a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and helped Harry up.

'Let's go up the back stairs yeah,' Louis told him and they walked through the kitchen, past the laundry room to a staircase tucked in the back that the maids used. They went up to the second floor and Harry looked around the lavish settings of the house.

'Wooooooow,' he said elongating the word. 'Your house is so big and beautiful. Its like Buckingham Palace,' he slurred and drawled out the words. Louis chuckled.

'Yeah sure it is and I'm the king of the world,' he said playfully. Harry stopped walking and looked at him, deep into his blue eyes, his own eyes glazed from the alcohol and pupils blown wide from the weed and lust.

'You are my king,' he told him in a low voice, moving dangerously close to Louis. 'And you are my world.' Louis felt Harry's breath fan over his face, his words filling him with arousal and a deep need but he couldn't allow this. Harry was out of it and he didn't know what he was saying or doing.

'Sure I am,' Louis told him moving away from him. He pushed open the first door on the landing and flicked the light on to reveal a neat bedroom. He sat Harry down on the bed. 'Sit,' Louis told him. 'I'm going to get you a flannel to wet your face.' Louis made to move towards the adjoining bathroom but Harry caught his hand and tugged him to sit down next to him. When Louis was sat next to him, Harry kept hold of his hand.

'You are so beautiful,' Harry slurred his heavy lidded eyes roaming Louis' face inch by inch.

'Harry I....' Louis began but was cut off when Harry pressed his lips to Louis'. Louis felt his stomach plummet to his feet because right now Harry was vulnerable and his own lust was very high and he couldn't allow this. He placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and gently pushed him back. Harry pouted.

'Why are you pushing me away? Why won't you kiss me?' he whined, his words all slurry. Louis huffed.

'Harry....'

'Ryan was right,' Harry interrupted him again. 'Ryan was right all along. I am nothing special.' Louis furrowed his brows in confusion. Ryan? What did Ryan have to do with this?

'What?' Louis asked him because Harry was drunk and he was blabbing but he couldn't understand how Ryan had made it into the conversation. Harry played with Louis' fingers.

'Ryan told me that I am nothing special to you. And Ryan told me that you fucked him before our dinner date. And Ryan told me he has an NDA with you and I don't have one of those so I am not special. Ryan is special because he has an NDA. Because Ryan is gorgeous and manly and he has facial hair and chest hair and look at me Louis, I am not manly, I don't have facial hair or chest hair so you get to fuck Ryan not me because Ryan is gorgeous and he can give you want and I can't because I'm a virgin and you don't like that. Though Zayn told me that you were after my virginity but you don't want to fuck me so Nick said you will only use me until you fuck me then dump me so I am really confused about what you want from me but I am fairly sure you want Ryan not me because I offer myself to you and you keep pushing me away.' Harry stopped and took in a deep breath because he had spoken all the words in one go. Louis looked at him with his mouth open in shocked surprise.

'Harry,' he said hoarsely unable to believe all that he had heard tumble out of Harry's mouth. Harry moved closer to him and placed Louis' hand on his crotch that was half hard in his Gucci pants. He pressed his hand down on Louis' making him press down on his dick.

'I want you Louis. I want you to take my virginity. I don't care if you use me. I don't care if you just want me for sex. I want to feel special like Ryan does. I can be what he is to you if you just let me. I'll be whatever you want Louis please?' Tears had gathered in Harry's eyes and Louis couldn't take this anymore. All this was hitting him where it hurt, right in the center of his chest. To see this wonderful boy reduced to this by people who put stuff into his head and make him doubt himself and make him self conscious and feel as if he wasn't good enough. Fucking Ryan! How dare he? How fucking dare he? Louis took his hand of Harry's crotch. He didn't want to take advantage of him in this state. He could if he wanted to. He could fuck him into oblivion and he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning except for a sore ass. But he couldn't do that to Harry. Yes, he was a dickhead but not this much of a dickhead. He cupped Harry's cheek and wiped a tear away with his thumb. Harry leaned in to the touch and closed his eyes.

'Louis please,' he whispered, sniffing at his tears. Louis wanted so bad to wrap him up in his arms and hold him, reassure him that everything will be alright but he couldn't because nothing with this whole scenario was right.

I told you he was getting attached did I not? And I told you you won't be able to hide your true self from him did I not? Are you happy now that you reduced him to this mess of a person?

Louis grit his teeth together and even though his subconscious was right, he wasn't going to admit defeat. He wiped another of Harry's tears.

'Let's get you to bed yeah then we'll talk in the morning when you are sober alright?' Harry nodded, turned his face slightly and placed a kiss into Louis' palm. Louis got up and helped him undress which was torture for him, taking off Harry's clothes till he was standing before him in nothing but his tight black boxers where his bulge was visible and prominent. How could he ever think he wasn't beautiful and that Louis didn't want him? His body was like a fucking temple and Louis was ready to fall at his feet and worship him if he only asked him to. He pulled back the comforter and helped Harry lie down then tucked him in. He removed the hair out of his face, stroking it back and smoothing it down.

'Do you need anything?' Louis asked him gently.

'Just you,' Harry breathed out as his eyes fell closed and he drifted off into a drunken sleep. Louis continued to stroke his hair as he watched his breath even out, his lips part slowly and soft snores leave his mouth. Louis made to move, his eyes still on Harry. He couldn't help himself, he just couldn't. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

'If I'm your king, you are my prince you idiot. How can you not fucking see it or feel it?' He walked out of the room, turning off the lights and closed the door behind him softly. Once he was out in the landing, he felt anger well up inside him towards Ryan. He dailed Ryan's number and he picked up after the first ring.

'Get your fucking ass to the house in half an hour. Go down to the basement and use the back entrance. Don't be late,' Louis growled in the phone and hung up. He went downstairs and looked for Jarvis, his butler whom he found in the kitchen.

'Jarvis, I have a guest sleeping in one of the guestrooms and I need you to sit with him for a while. He's pretty wasted and I don't want anything to happen to him. I have some business to attend to but I will be up once I'm done.'

'Yes Sir,' Jarvis told him and immediately made his way upstairs. Louis walked out into the party again and went to get a drink. He needed a stiff one. He didn't know what he was feeling exactly. He was feeling too much to pinpoint exactly one certain thing. He was angry at Ryan for making Harry doubt himself and giving him an inferiority complex. He was mad at Harry's friends especially that dickhead Nick who were putting these ideas into his head.

But can you blame them? Your reputation speaks volumes about you and they are only looking out for him. But you have already sunk your claws so deep in the boy haven't you?

Louis downed his whiskey and asked for another one. Dammit! Fuck! Damn them all to hell. They didn't know him. They knew his reputation but not him. At least not this version of him. This version that was completely at Harry's mercy. This version that Harry was molding him into.

'Getting wasted are we?' Marc asked him as he ordered a Martini, shaken not stirred.

'Fuck off!' Louis hissed at him as he downed another drink. Marc sipped at his Martini.

'Where is that juicy boy of yours?' Louis turned furious eyes on him.

'MY BOY is none of your fucking concern!' he snapped at him and it was then that Marc realized that something had happened. The relaxed easy Louis was gone.

'Did you have a fight with him? Louis where is he? You didn't.......

'What tie him up in my basement?' Louis scoffed. 'No he's upstairs asleep cos your two lesbian whores gave him weed and he was already drinking so he got shit faced. He's asleep,' he said on a softer tone. Marc placed a hand on his heart.

'That's good oh my God for a moment I thought but never mind,' he said when he saw Louis' dark scowl. 'Are you going to tell me what happened?'

'No,' Louis told him shortly. 'I am meeting someone. Any idea what time this fucking party will end?' Marc looked at his watch.

'I'd give it another hour tops.'

'Good,' Louis told him as he began to walk away. 'Have them clean the place ASAP.' He didn't get to hear Marc's reply because he was heading towards the basement trying to avoid people so they wouldn't stop him. The basement door was hidden and the people at the party couldn't see it unless they went round the staircase and underneath it. Louis got there safely without being interrupted. Once he got inside and closed the door behind him, the world upstairs was lost to him and he was lost to them. Ryan was already there, stripped bare, facing the bed just like Louis always instructed him. Louis ground his teeth together at the sight of him until his jaw hurt. He took off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his Tom Ford dress shirt.

'Bend over. Arms outstretched above your head. Feet apart,' he ordered and Ryan was quick to obey being used to this from his many times spent down here with Louis. Louis calmly walked around the bed fastening the leather cuffs to Ryan's wrists tightening them, then he did the same with his ankles. Louis walked to the belts rack and fingered his beloved belts. He chose a 2 inch braided brown leather belt. He walked back over to the bed where Ryan was ready and exposed for him.

'Not. A. Sound,' Louis ordered, punctuating every word. He pulled his arm back and rained down the first smack on Ryan's ass, the leather hitting skin sounding like a crack of thunder. He saw Ryan flinch, his body tensing up as he pulled against the restrains, the muscles of his back and arms pulled taught. The belt hit again, biting into the skin of Ryan's ass and back of his thighs. Louis brought it down again and again releasing all his pent up anger and frustration that this piece of shit had caused him and for being an asshole to Harry. When his arm began to tire, Louis let the belt drop to the floor. He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped his brow and top of his lip where some sweat had gathered. He put the handkerchief away and walked over to undo Ryan's cuffs. When they were undone Ryan slid down to his knees and looked up at Louis.

'Aren't you going to....'

'Fuck you?' Louis asked him, his voice ice cold. 'No I'm not.' He walked over to him and crouched down in front of him. 'You and I are done Ryan and the reason we are done is because you out stepped your boundaries. What makes you think that you are remotely special to me? What makes you even entertain the thought that you are my favorite one out of all my boys and more over what gives you the right to belittle others when you know jack shit about them?' Ryan looked up at him confused clearly not getting what he was saying. Louis chuckled.

'You really shouldn't have stepped on Harry's toes you know. That was very personal to me and very unprofessional on your behalf. Now, I want you to get dressed and get the fuck out of here and never let me see your face ever again. Also, you no longer work at Garlands. I don't want you nowhere near my property unless you want to be served with a restraining order. Don't ever under any circumstances approach Harry, talk to him or get in touch with him through third member parties. The NDA holds. You spill one word and I will sue your ass so bad you'll wish you were never born.' Louis stood up, looking down at Ryan's shocked expression. He rolled down his sleeves again and put on his jacket. He walked to the door but before he walked out, he turned to Ryan.

'And by the way, Harry IS the special one just in case you were wondering.' He opened the door and walked out, closing the door softly behind him. He went to the kitchen, pulled out two bottles of water from the fridge and headed upstairs toward the guest bedroom. He opened the door softly and saw Jarvis sitting on a chair beside the bed, the only light in the room was coming from the partially open bathroom door. Louis walked over to him.

'How is he?' he whispered not wanting to wake up Harry.

'He's okay Sir. He's been sleeping peacefully.' Louis placed his hand on Jarvis' shoulder.

'Thank you so much. You can go now. I'll sit with him.' Jarvis stood up.

'If you wish Sir I can sit with him and you go to bed. It is no problem at all.' Louis shook his head.

'Its fine really. You just make sure that Marc's team clean up properly and the house is set to order. Thank you Jarvis.' Jarvis bowed slightly and left the room. Louis sighed and placed the two water bottles on the bedside table beside Harry. He was indeed sleeping peacefully. His cheeks were rosy and his full plump lips slightly parted, snoring loudly. His curls were spread out on the pillow around him. Louis touched his cheek with the back of his hand just to make sure that the A.C wasn't making him too cold but he was fine.

Louis took off his suit jacket and shoes, placing them neatly on another chair that was in the room. He settled down in the chair comfortably and watched Harry sleep, synchronizing his breathing with Harry's and slowly, ever so slowly, he felt himself drifting off to sleep to the sound of Harry's snoring.

COMING SOON CHAPTER 8......................

Chapter Text

Crossing Boundaries

Louis stirred and stretched on the chair, feeling his whole body cramped up. His muscles ached from sitting too long in the chair. He rubbed his eyes and got his bearings. Then remembered that he had slept in here to be near Harry. Harry! He looked at the bed and Harry was still sleeping deeply on his back, mouth open and the covers pushed off him, his long legs sprawled out over the bed, sheets tangled around his ankles. Louis smiled and looked at his watch. 6:45 am. Good. He was in time to grab a shower and change.

He went into his bedroom and straight into the shower. He turned it on to hot and immersed himself under the hot spray letting it unwind his tense muscles. He felt happy. He had a lot planned for today and he wanted it to be special. As he showered though, memories from last night came back to him, what Harry had said about Ryan and what his friends had said about him. His mind went back to Harry crying and begging him once again to take him. Louis was glad that when Harry wakes up, he will remember none of it and he was going to make sure that he wouldn't remind him of it.

When he was done with his shower, he got dressed in a pair of navy blue slacks, a Ralph Lauren white polo shirt with long sleeves and a pair of brown Oxfords. When he was done fixing his hair, he went downstairs to check that everything was planned for the day.

As he walked downstairs he was glad to see that his house was back to normal, no hint that a party had been thrown yesterday and Louis liked that. He liked everything to be in order, clean and organized. He walked into the kitchen and found Leonard having a cup of tea, chatting with Mrs. Davis while she prepared the birthday breakfast.

'Good morning,' Louis told them as he slid on a stool next to Leonard.

'Good morning Sir,' Leonard greeted him.

'Good morning Sir,' Mrs. Davis told him with a smile. Louis smiled back at her.

'How was your day with your grand babies?' Louis asked her. Mrs. Davis' face lit up.

'It was a splendid day Sir and they send their thanks for the beautiful toys you got them,' she told him. Louis waved a hand at her, dismissing her thanks.

'I'm glad you all had fun. How is breakfast coming along?'

'Everything is almost done Sir,' Mrs. Davis in formed him. 'I will set it all up in the dining room.'

'Excellent,' Louis complimented her. 'Leonard, is the dining room decorated?'

'Yes Sir,' Leonard told him. 'Would you like to see it Sir?' Louis shook his head.

'No. I trust you Leonard. I will go and wake up our guest then for his birthday breakfast.' He got up and walked towards the stairs leaving Mrs. Davis and Leonard exchanging surprised glances. No guest had ever slept in this house. Ever.

Louis took the stairs two at a time unable to contain his excitement. He stopped by his room to grab a bag he had placed earlier by the door then walked over to the guest room, opening the door softly. Harry was still sprawled out on the bed, a tangle of long limbs and hair all messed up. Louis stopped for a second to admire him in slumber. Even asleep he looked beautiful and innocent. Louis tentatively reached out and removed a curl that was across his face, then let his knuckles gently brush his cheeks. Harry stirred a little but didn't wake. Louis smiled at the cute way Harry scrunched up his nose and buried his face deeper in the pillow.

'Hey,' Louis told him gently still stroking his cheek. 'You need to wake up now.' He saw Harry's eyelashes flutter a little then his eyes began to crack open. He watched him as his eyes adjusted to the faint light in the room streaming in from the window. He watched his green eyes focus on him, the confusion in them as they tried to tell his brain what they were seeing. Then he saw the recognition settle and his lips slightly part.

'Louis?' he rasped out and damn Louis nearly collapsed at his deep morning voice.

'Hi,' Louis told him, still watching him surfacing from his sleepy state into wakefulness and he could honestly say it was the best thing to experience. Harry looked around the room and then back at Louis, awareness now in his sleepy green eyes.

'Where am I?' he rasped out. Louis sat on the bed, next to Harry's naked thigh.

'Well,' Louis began, a smile tugging at his lips. 'You got really shit faced last night and you were stoned so I brought you up to my guest room and let you sleep over.' Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands feeling shame creep up into his face.

'Oh my God,' he groaned out. 'What did I do? Did I do something stupid? Or talk shit? I usually do that when I'm drunk and I've never smoked weed before so I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you.....' Louis pulled his hands away from his face wanting to see his sleepy eyes.

'Hey you didn't do anything alright. You didn't embarrass me or yourself at all. You just slept.' Harry gave him a dubious look.

'Are you sure?' he asked him. Louis rolled his eyes.

'Yes I'm sure. Now can you please get up and take a shower? We have breakfast waiting downstairs.'

'I have nothing to.......'

'Wear?' Louis interrupted him. He got up and opened the bag he had carried into the room and pulled out a pair of light gray Nike sweatpants, a black Tommy Hilfiger hoodie, black boxers and socks. He threw them at Harry. Harry looked at him confused. Louis grinned at him. 'The perks of having a personal stylist who knows your sizes.' Harry smiled and got out of bed. He looked around as if looking for something.

'What do you need?' Louis asked him.

'I didn't bring any hair ties,' Harry told him. Louis smiled and pulled a black one off his wrist and threw it at Harry.

'There you go,' he told him. Harry shook his head.

'Are you always this prepared with everything?'

'Always,' Louis told him cockily. Harry smiled at him and felt happy that Louis seemed to know what he needed right before he even asked for it. He picked up the clothes and headed to the adjoining bathroom. Louis sat down on the chair waiting for him. He hoped that Harry wouldn't be too difficult about the plans he had taken the liberty of making because he really wanted this day to be amazing and perfect.

The door to the bathroom opened and Harry walked out followed by a steam of hot air. Louis held his breath, then exhaled slowly. He looked divine in those sweats and hoodie, his hair up in a very messy bun. Was there anything that didn't look good on him? He watched him walk over towards him and he had to admit that Marc was right! He was made for modeling and that reminded Louis that he had yet to tell him about the photography session he was going to do for Marc on Tuesday and then break the news to him about walking for Marc. He was pretty sure Harry will freak out and throw a tantrum of sorts.

Encourage him to do it. You should be his backbone and hands that push him to be his greatest and support him through it.

'A penny for your thoughts?' Harry asked him. Louis stood up and looked at him.

'I trust the shower was good?'

'Hmm. Amazing. Thank you for letting me stay here and for the clothes,' Harry told him. Louis shrugged.

'Its nothing really. Glad to see you're not throwing a hissy fit about it. Ready for breakfast?' Harry nodded.

'Yeah. I'm starving,' he told him as he followed Louis out into the hall and down the stairs, taking in the huge house and its furnishings as he walked, his mouth slightly open at the beautiful luxurious house. Louis went straight into the dining room and as Harry followed him, he felt him stop and heard him gasp. Louis turned to look at him. His face was surprised, his mouth open and his eyes wide as he took in the large HAPPY BIRTHDAY streamer and balloons all around the room. The dining table which seated 12 was full of plates with different breakfast foods. Mrs. Davis and Leonard were in the room, both smiling widely greeting Louis' guest. Louis turned to Harry.

'Happy birthday Harry,' he told him softly. 'I know your birthday is tomorrow but I also know you will want to spend your birthday with your friends so.....' he let his words trail off. Harry blinked and turned to look at Louis.

'This...this is...Oh my God Louis. This is too much......' Louis raised his arms as if in surrender.

'Please don't throw a hissy fit! Really. Don't!' Harry looked at him and couldn't help himself. He threw himself at him and hugged him tightly. Leonard and Mrs. Davis exchanged surprised but fond looks when they saw the tall cute boy wrap himself around Louis, especially when they saw their boss wrap his arm around the boy's waist and hug him back, his hand going up and down his back in a soothing motion. They never saw this. Ever.

'I won't,' Harry said in the crook of his neck. 'I..I never had this...anything like this...thank you Louis. Thank you.' He pulled back and looked at the two people standing there and Harry felt himself blush for his public demonstration of his affections towards Louis. Louis saw him put his head down and fumble with his fingers as his cheeks grew redder.

'Harry, this is Mrs. Davis, my cook and housekeeper. I believe you already met Leonard.'

'Hi Mr. Styles,' Leonard told him. 'Nice to meet you again.' Harry gave him a small wave.

'It is nice to meet you Mr. Styles,' Mrs. Davis told him with a big smile on her face. Harry looked from Mrs. Davis to Leonard.

'Please its just Harry,' he told them shyly. They both nodded at him as Louis led him to sit down.

'I didn't know exactly what you liked for breakfast so I had Judy do a little bit of everything. I hope you're hungry,' Louis told him. Harry nodded and helped himself to pancakes and fruit and tea. Louis sat opposite him and had his usual.

'I hope you like your birthday breakfast,' Louis told him as he took a sip of his coffee. Harry nodded, his mouth full of food. Once he swallowed, he looked at Louis.

'You give me so much. Thank you.' Louis cleared his throat.

'Before you throw a hissy fit, I want you to know I got you a present. Or two.' Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

'No. You got me enough already Louis,' he protested. Louis got up.

'Well I bought them already so you might as well save it,' he told him as he crossed the room to a cupboard, opened it and found the two presents wrapped in gold wrapping paper with purple bows on top. He got them and took them over to Harry. Harry looked up at him but knew he had no choice but to open them. He tore the wrapper of the first box and his mouth fell open as he found himself staring down at the Apple logo and knew instantly it was the rose gold Mac Book. Harry shook his head furiously.

'No no no no no no. Louis this...this is too much...this is too expensive.' Louis put his hand on his shoulder.

'You need it. Look at it as me investing in you because I really want you to become an author so I can have good books to read in the future, so really this is more a gift for me that it is for you.' Harry pouted at him.

'You're a liar,' he told him softly but with a smile.

'You need it,' Louis told him. 'Now go on, open the other one,' he urged him. Harry moved on to the next present and tore the wrapper off and immediately his eyes bulged out of his face as both his hands went to his mouth to hide the gasp he let out.

'Louis no!' he moaned from behind his hands.

'You like it don't you?' Louis teased him with a satisfied smile. Harry couldn't even blink as he stared at the professional Canon 5D camera in front of him with full accessories. It was the fourth and latest edition of its 5D series. This was the type of camera used by fashion, wedding and landscape photographers. The professional ones.

'Louis,' Harry breathed. 'This...this is a very very very expensive camera. I-I really can't.....'

'You can and you will,' Louis told him as he sat back down and took a sip of his coffee. 'Its for your new job.' Harry blinked at him totally thrown off.

'My what?' Harry asked him. Louis smiled at him.

'Well I did promise you a job didn't I? And you have one. You will be doing Marc's photo shoot. His models I mean. You will be photographing his models,' Louis told him as if this was the simplest and most normal thing in the world.

'Louis!!! I am not a model photographer! I am not a photographer period!' Harry exclaimed horrified. 'I can't possibly photograph Marc Jacob's models! I am not a professional photographer!' Louis chuckled and nodded towards the camera.

'You are now with that thing,' he told him. Harry huffed.

'Its not that simple. I-I never did any photography like that,' Harry argued. Louis shrugged a shoulder and took another sip of his coffee.

'There's a first time for everything. I saw your pictures. You are good. Trust yourself a little bit. The shoot is on Tuesday. Marc will give you the details of what he wants.'

'But Louis....'

'Hissy fit?' Louis asked him raising an eyebrow at him. Harry slumped in his chair feeling defeated.

'What if I screw it up?' he asked him. Louis looked at him with a gleam in his eyes.

'But what if you don't hmm? Your name will be everywhere Harry. Your first work will be with Marc. Have some faith in yourself. I do.' Harry looked at him with adoration in his eyes.

'Thank you so much. I can never repay you.....'

'Shush and finish your breakfast. I'm taking you out!'

'Where?' Harry asked. Louis smiled to himself then looked at Harry with mischief and amusement.

'Promise you won't throw a hissy fit?' he asked him, his voice laced with amusement. Harry rolled his eyes.

'I promise,' he said. Louis pursed his lips.

'I'm pretty sure once I tell you where we're going, you're gonna throw one,' Louis teased him as he got up again and went over to a side board, picked up something off it and slid it across the table towards Harry. Harry looked at it, then up at Louis.

'What is it?' he asked him. Louis scoffed.

'Your passport.' Harry blinked again.

'But I don't have....I didn't make.....'

'I have my ways,' Louis told him. 'I took the liberty of getting you a passport.'

'But what about my signature?' Harry asked. 'Is it a fake one?'

'I can assure you its not a fake one and it wasn't done illegally so just trust me okay. Its a valid passport.' Harry was beginning to panic and Louis could see this so he decided that he had surprised him a lot for the morning. He sat down beside him. 'Look I'm taking you to Paris for the day. In my private jet. We'll be back tomorrow in time for you to celebrate your birthday with your friends.' Harry covered his face.

'No Louis this is really too much. Too much.'

'You promised no hissy fits but while you're about to throw one, might I add that you have a Louis Vuitton suitcase ready with clothes and necessities which Gerard put together for you so I'm just gonna step back and let you throw your hissy fit. You earned it but when you're done with it, please go change because our plane leaves at 9 am sharp. I'll give you 10 minutes for a fit. No more.' Harry looked at Louis who looked at him and tapped his watch indicating that the time for his hissy fit was running out but Harry didn't have it in his heart to throw a fit. He saw how happy Louis was and he couldn't be ungrateful for all that he had done for him. He got up and wrapped his arms around Louis' neck taking him by surprise. He pressed his body into Louis and Louis wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him back.

'Thank you,' Harry whispered in his neck. 'Thank you thank you thank you.' Louis laughed.

'You are most welcome. Now go. Get changed. We need to leave soon.' Harry disentangled himself from Louis but before he left, he placed a chaste kiss on Louis' lips than ran out of the room back to the guest bedroom he had slept in. Harry pushed open the door full of excitement and found clothes laid out for him on the bed. He went over to inspect them and as always, Louis hadn't failed to impress. A pair of Burberry low waist black skinny jeans, a Marc Jacobs shirt in black with pink flamingos on it and a pair of classic Saint Laurent Wyatt harness boots with pointed toe. Harry smiled to himself when he also saw two hair ties: one in pink and one in black. His outfit was complete with a pair of Wayfarer Ray Ban sunglasses. Harry felt so special and was grateful for all that Louis was doing for him.

Remember he's a philanthropist and you could just be his next charity case!

Harry pouted at his subconscious which seemed to be always there to throw doubts at him but he refused to let these silly thoughts ruin this day. He quickly undressed, folding his clothes neatly on the chair and put on his new clothes. He pulled his hair up into a neat bun and looked at himself in the full length mirror and he couldn't help the gasp that fell out of his mouth. He had to admit that he looked good. He had never wore anything as the clothes that Louis had been giving him and damn he just had to admire himself. When he was done, he left the room and hopped down the stairs where he found Louis pacing the lobby next to two small suitcases. When Louis heard his feet on the stairs, he looked up and Harry saw the look on his face : a mixture of awe, pride, surprise, a little shock perhaps. Harry walked over to him and did a little turn around for him.

'How do I look?' he asked and Louis opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed, licked his lips, tried to say something, then coughed and cleared his throat. Harry preened under his blue watchful eyes full of lust and attention

'You uhm look yeah good. Nice. I have to thank Gerard for the choice in clothing. Send him a fruit basket or some flowers,' Louis told him, feeling flustered because fucking hell Harry was beautiful. Those jeans made his legs look never ending and the way Harry refused to button up his shirt, leaving it open to just below his butterfly tattoo. Louis' mind was working over time yet at the same time it was blank. He called that The Harry Effect because it happened a lot to him when Harry was around.

'Sir your car is here and ready to leave,' Leonard informed him but Louis was still staring at Harry, making up 101 ways of how to wreck him. 'Sir,' Leonard tried again when he saw that Louis did not hear him. Louis blinked and looked at Leonard, painfully tearing his eyes away from Harry.

'Yes Leonard?' he snapped. Leonard was taken a little aback by the harsh reply.

'I just informed you that your car is ready to take you and Mr. Styles to the airport. Your flight leaves in an hour.' Louis nodded at him.

'Thank you. Tell Jarvis to get the suitcases in.' Then he turned to Harry. 'Shall we?' he asked him softly. Harry nearly skipped over to him but regained some self control over his happiness. He was going to ride a plane for the first time and go to Paris. With Louis! He was surprised he wasn't clapping his hands and grinning like an idiot.

They got into the backseat of the car and after Angus greeted them, he began the 30 minute drive to Heathrow. Harry was excited. He couldn't sit still. He kept moving in his seat and tapping his foot, making his knee bounce up and down. Louis looked at him curiously.

'Are you alright Harry?' Harry looked at him and gave him a small nervous smile.

'I'm- yeah I'm just nervous. I-I've never been on a plane before.' Louis reached out and placed a hand on his bouncing knee.

'Relax. It will be fine okay. And it will be just you and me on board so if you feel the need to freak out you can do that without having people to judge you,' Louis told him with a chuckle. Harry gave him a sideways look.

'Not funny!'

'To you maybe not but to me its very funny,' Louis told him and gave him a wink.

'Glad I entertain you,' Harry replied.

'Oh you entertain me so much especially with your mouth,' Louis told him and watched Harry's cheeks turn pink as he lowered his eyes to his feet.

'You entertain me too,' Harry whispered. Louis leaned over and placed his mouth close to Harry's ear.

'Well if the flight gets too much for you and you have some sort of panic attack, we can entertain each other yeah.' Harry closed his eyes briefly as he felt Louis' hot breath on the side of his face and felt his dick perk up in appreciation at those words. The rest of the short drive was silent, Harry lost in his thoughts and Louis calling his office informing them that he will be in on Monday afternoon at 1 pm. The car stopped in front of the VIP Departure Lounge and Angus opened their door for them then went to get their bags and accompanied them inside. Once they were inside the VIP Lounge, Louis told Angus that he could go. They each took their small suitcase and rolled it to check out. Their passports were checked and they made their way out onto the tarmac. Harry held his breath when he looked at the plane. It was rather big for a private jet and it had "Tomlinson" in gold written on the site of it and a cursive "T" on the tail. As they walked towards it, Louis explained that this was a Bombardier Global 5000 model and gave him details about the model hoping to calm Harry down knowing that he would be flying in a very safe plane. When they climbed into the plane, they were greeted by 2 members of the crew who shook Louis' hand and welcomed him on board, informing him that the captain and co-pilot will be out to greet him as soon as they got clearance.

Harry looked around in awe. If the plane looked big from the outside, the inside looked huge. The first half of the plane boasted four large leather seats in a light beige colour. Harry followed Louis to the back of the plane where there were beige couches, tables, a small desk and a flat screen TV. Louis placed his suitcase to the side of the couch and plopped down. He looked at Harry expectantly and Harry sat down beside him.

'This is the comfiest part of the plane,' Louis explained. 'When I travel longer distances for work, I use this area. I can work here and watch some telly or just sleep. At the rear there's a small bathroom and kitchenette so yeah its quite comfortable.'

'Wow,' Harry just said. 'I mean I never thought I would...that I would leave England let alone leave it in a private jet.' Louis gave him a smirk.

'Anything is possible in life. You can never tell what's round the corner.' Just then another two men approached them and from their uniform, Harry could tell they were the captain and co-pilot. They shook hands with Louis and talked for a few minutes then informed him that they had clearance and would be taking off in 5 minutes. Louis thanked them and sat back down next to Harry who was once again bouncing his knee up and down.

'Will you relax?' Louis asked him in a soft voice yet with a hint of authority to it.

'I'm sorry,' Harry was quick to reply. He didn't want to disappoint Louis but he couldn't help feel nervous. He had to admit at least to himself that he was a little scared.

'Fasten your seat belt,' Louis ordered and Harry was quick to grab the belt with his trembling fingers and fasten it around his waist. The plane began to move, rolling slowly towards the runway. Harry gulped. Louis squeezed his knee.

'Relax. Breathe in breathe out yeah.' The pilot announced over the intercom that they were ready for takeoff and no sooner the plane set off on its run down the runway. Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut and before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed Louis' hand holding on to it for dear life. Louis let him and he actually squeezed his hand in return to reassure him. When the plane lifted off, he heard Harry gasp at the elevation and hold his breath.

'Hey hey breathe. Its okay. We're airborne. You can open your eyes now.' Harry slowly cracked one eye open then the other and when he saw the blue skies through the window he gasped again.

'Wow,' he breathed. 'Its so beautiful,' he told Louis as he leaned over to get a better look. Louis chuckled to himself and motioned one of the cabin crew over and asked for two glasses of champagne. Yeah it was 9:10 am but this was a celebration for Harry's birthday. When Harry was handed the champagne he smiled at Louis.

'A toast,' Louis told him. 'To you. May all your dreams and ambitions come true. Happy birthday.' They clinked glasses and took a sip. Harry relaxed a little now that he had gotten used to the feeling of being airborne and that it wasn't so bad as he had feared it to be. In fact the 20 minute flight passed in the blink of an eye in between chatting to Louis and drinking champagne. Soon the jet was landing in Charles De Gaulle airport. Once again they were taken through VIP to a waiting chauffeured car. Harry looked out of the car window at the passing scenery, exclaiming at the beauty of Paris flashing by. Louis sat back and watched him fondly.

'Look! The Eiffel Tower,' Harry shrieked out in excitement and Louis just had to laugh at his enthusiasm. After all, this was his first time in Paris. Unlike Louis who had been here several times on business. He had never been on any vacations so landmarks didn't have much effect on him. Until now! Now Harry's enthusiasm was sparking in him a desire to enjoy tourist landmarks. Suddenly Louis wanted to be tourist!

'Can we go up on it?' Harry asked him earnestly his green eyes shining and how could Louis deny him anything?

'Of course we can go!' Louis told him and he smiled big when he saw Harry clap his hands the same way a baby seal claps his fins. Harry was filling him with an excitement for life he had never felt before, he wanted to do things he had never done before, he wanted to experience things he hadn't yet experienced.

You are reaching for a life that is nothing but a dream. You know you cannot have it. You will end up destroying everything. All this is pretend. How long before you slip and fuck everything up?

Louis refused to listen to his subconscious. He could! He was able to. Wasn't he? Was he a far too damaged human being to do things normal human beings did? Was he too far gone to feel for the boy sitting next to him? Was he too much of a sick human that he would destroy the only beautiful thing that had touched his life for the first time in 30 years?

The car pulled over and stopped, pulling Louis out of his dark thoughts. The chauffeur stepped out and opened their door. Louis stepped out first, followed by an over excited Harry who gasped loudly when he saw that they were standing in front of The Hilton.

'Oh my God Louis!' he exclaimed, eyes wide taking in the majestic building before him. Louis placed a hand gently on his lower back and moved closer to him.

'No hissy fits in Paris okay,' he told him playfully just as a bellhop came forward to take their luggage.

'Bonjour Monsieur Tomlinson,' the bellhop addressed him as he loaded their luggage on the luggage cart.

'Bonjour,' Louis told him politely. Harry felt his knees turn to jelly when he heard Louis speak French and he looked forward to hearing more. He followed Louis into the luxurious lobby and Harry couldn't help but gawk with his mouth open at the richness of the hotel. He couldn't help but admire how confident Louis was, walking in here as if he owned the damn place. He had so much control and self assurance. He had a dominating personality. Everyone listened to him and paid him attention and Harry liked that. He had no qualms with Louis being in control and dominating him. Louis had control of everything and had every situation under his thumb. Harry briefly wondered if Louis had ever found himself in a situation where he had lost control. He internally doubted that.

He followed Louis to the reception area and watched as the beautiful brunette behind the counter smiled at him broadly.

'Bonjour Monsieur Tomlinson. Bienvenue a la Hilton.' Louis smiled at her.

'Merci. Cle' de ma suite s'il vous plait,' Louis told her in fluent French and Harry nearly passed out from the sexiness of his voice as he spoke French. His jeans felt a little tighter and he wanted urgently to fix himself but he couldn't. Not in the lobby of The Hilton in Paris! He watched Louis sign some papers and hand over his Platinum Card. After a while the woman handed him back his card along with a key card and Louis was guiding him towards the elevators. Once they were in the elevator and on their way up, Harry touched the back of Louis' hand, getting his attention.

'Thank you,' Harry whispered. 'This is...this...I mean...too much.' Louis gave him a smile and touched his hand lightly with his pinky finger.

'The day is just starting. It's only past 10 am so don't thank me just yet but so you know, you're welcome and its a pleasure.' The elevator dinged open and they stepped out on their floor. The bellhop came out of the service elevator and walked behind them as Louis opened the door to their suite, allowing Harry to walk in before him. He heard Harry gasp again and smiled as he tipped the bellhop. He walked inside and found Harry at the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city of Paris with a clear view of the Seine and the Eiffel Tower.

'Beautiful isn't it?' Louis asked him but Harry did not reply. He turned to him and threw his arms around his neck, pressing his body into him making Louis stumble back a little bit. Louis placed his hands on Harry's waist to steady himself. 'Hey hey,' Louis told him gently. 'What's all this?'

'Thank you so much,' Harry mumbled into Louis' neck and Louis had to close his eyes when he felt his lips brush his neck slightly and his warm breath on his skin. 'I- this- I never.....'

'Shh shh its okay,' Louis told him, rubbing his back gently. 'I know its overwhelming but I want you to enjoy this alright. I want you to relax and have fun. Can you do that for me?' Harry pulled back and looked into Louis' blue blue eyes and he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Louis, softly, gently and Louis felt the breath being knocked out of him because Harry was overwhelming him too. He was hugging him a lot and Louis liked it.

'I will,' Harry told him and gave him a smile. Louis nodded at him.

'Okay then shall we get going? We have a city to explore.' Harry nodded enthusiastically and together they went back down and found their car waiting for them. They spent the day sightseeing and walking along the Seine and stopping at quaint little cafes to have coffee and croissants. They stopped in little carres where there were painters painting and street vendors selling plastic jewellery and souvenirs and violinists playing and Harry was falling in love with the romantic city and he took photos with his phone of everything and of Louis when he wasn't looking, as well as some selfies with Louis which he needed a little persuasion but to which he finally gave in to Harry's pouts. In the afternoon, Louis took Harry to The Louvre and it was not the art that fascinated Louis but Harry who went from painting to painting exclaiming and gasping and giving Louis detailed information about the paintings, the artists and the era in which they had been painted. However, the only masterpiece Louis had eyes for in The Louvre was Harry Styles.

They got back to their suite late afternoon when the sun was beginning to set and Harry plopped down on one of the leather couches in their living room.

'Did you enjoy the day?' Louis asked him feeling happier than he had ever felt in like ever. Harry beamed up at him.

'Oh God yes its been amazing.' Louis gave him a smile.

'Its not over yet. I need you to shower and get changed. Your clothes are hanging in the bedroom. We have a reservation at 7 pm.'

'Where?' Harry asked him curiously. Louis raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

'Just go and get ready yeah.' Harry got up quickly and headed towards the bedroom. It was big with a huge king size bed. Harry saw a black bag hanging on a clothes hanger with his suitcase on the floor. He unzipped the bag to reveal a white Gucci suit with a black floral print (which Harry thought looked so much like bed sheets but it was a Gucci and what did he know?) and a black shirt underneath it. His Gucci boots where by the suitcase. Harry knew that there was no point in arguing with Louis about the suitcase of clothes he had Gerard pack for him. What Louis wanted Louis got and what Louis ordered he expected to be followed without qualm and to the point. He opened the suitcase to search for underwear and socks and what he found there made Harry's breath hitch in is lungs. Gerard had been kind enough to pack Calvin Klein boxers along with two lace thongs one in black and one in hot pink and two pairs of hipster lace knickers one in red and one in white. Harry looked at the underwear confused. Was it common that men wore ladies underwear? Did Gerard pack them because Louis liked them? Should he wear one? Was this an indication that something might happen or was Harry imagining things and getting ahead of himself here? Harry felt confused so he took the easy route : men wore thongs and Louis had seen him in one already so he picked up the black lace thong and headed to the bathroom. He showered and washed his hair, taking his time to clean himself up. When he walked out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips and one around his head, he found Louis sitting on the bed taking his shoes off. He gave Harry a smirk.

'If you stayed under that shower for another five minutes, I would've come in there and showered with you. I hope you left me some hot water.' Harry mentally kicked himself. Why didn't he give his hair another wash adding an extra ten minutes to his shower?

'There's plenty,' Harry told him. He walked over to him and looked into his eyes. 'You know you could've come in anytime you wanted,' he told him in a husky voice that made Louis internally shiver. He swallowed.

'I'll remember that next time,' he told him and Harry felt himself glow at his words because Louis had just hinted that there might be a next time. Louis walked past him and went into the bathroom. Harry finished getting dressed in his Gucci suit, all the while wondering where Louis was taking him. When he was done fixing his hair, he went and waited for Louis out on the balcony, watching the evening slowly creep up on the city of Paris, twinkling lights down below illuminating the roads and the Eiffel Tower. Harry let his mind wander to many possibilities. Louis had brought him to Paris and had booked a suite with just one bedroom, so maybe just maybe....but Harry stopped his train of thought there. He didn't want to build up any scenarios in his head to be disappointed later at his own hands.

The dreamy part of his brain was telling him that Louis was acting like a perfect boyfriend should and being a gentleman too but the rational part of his brain kindly reminded him that Louis was after one thing and one thing only, that Louis did not date, that Louis was not his perfect boyfriend and that this was just the build up to getting what he was after. After that, all this would be gone. Harry refused to believe that even though he knew it was the likely truth. Louis' hand on his back disturbed his thoughts. He turned around and Harry felt his breath hitch. Louis was dressed in a black suit and crisp white shirt buttoned up to the collar, no tie. His hair was not in a quiff like Harry had always seen it but it was across his forehead in a soft fringe and he hadn't shaved so he had a two day stubble and he looked gorgeous and much younger. Louis grinned at him.

'Like what you see?' he asked him playfully. His heart was ramming in his chest because Harry looked gorgeous in the Gucci suit. Harry felt his cheeks burn and simply nodded. Louis chuckled because there was nothing more he loved than a timid blushing Harry.

'Come on let's go,' he told him and together they walked out of the room and down the elevator to the lobby. Once there they walked outside to a waiting limo. Harry stopped short.

'Wait what? We are going in a limo?' he asked dumbfounded. Louis shrugged.

'Yeah wanted you to see Paris by night,' he told him as the chauffeur opened the door for them and Louis slipped inside. Harry slid in next to him marveling at the beautiful interior of the car. As the limo moved into traffic, Louis popped open a bottle of champagne and handed a glass to Harry.

'Happy birthday Harry. I hope you have enjoyed your day so far,' Louis told him. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

'So far? You mean there's more?' Louis smiled at him mischievously, a glint in his eye.

'The night is still young.' The driver drove them round the city and they sat back,thighs rubbing against each other, occasional hands touching, sipping champagne and taking in the beautiful city. Finally after about 20 minutes the limo came to a stop and the driver opened their door once again. Louis stepped out first and waited for Harry to get out. As soon as he was out he gave a loud shriek, his eyes wide. They were standing right beneath the Eiffel Tower. Louis felt his heart swell at the look of bliss on Harry's face.

'You wanted to go up right?' Louis asked him and Harry just nodded still taking everything in awe. 'Well come on then. We haven't got all night,' Louis urged him. Without knowing, Louis reached over and took his hand and both of them stood still for a second but Harry didn't pull back his hand and Louis didn't let go. It was weird for Louis to hold hands. He never held hands with anyone. Human contact with him was down to a bare minimum, most of which occurred within his basement or during meeting where there was a lot of hand shaking going on. But this type of hand holding? He never had it before and he liked it. Harry's hand was big and soft and warm and he didn't want to let go.

They took the elevator and Harry couldn't contain his excitement, bouncing from one foot to the other and swaying their locked hands gently back and forth.

'I can't believe I'm up on the Eiffel Tower!' Harry said and Louis squeezed his hand.

'Believe it!' Just then the elevator dinged and the doors opened and they walked out and Harry held his breath as he took in the breath taking view of Paris below. He felt happy and overwhelmed and he didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry. He felt Louis' arm go around his waist and Harry knew that if he died right there and then, he would go straight to Heaven.

'Beautiful isn't it?' Louis whispered in his ear and Harry closed his eyes momentarily as Louis' warm breath tickled his ear and neck. He felt his dick respond to the feeling especially since Louis was so close...so close he could feel his body heat.

'It is,' Harry told him a little breathlessly, his head hazy from all the excitement and emotions going through him. They stayed for a few minutes enjoying the view then Louis pulled back and took his hand again.

'Come on, we have a dinner reservation at the VIP Lounge,' he told him casually and Harry turned, his mouth slightly open.

'We are dining on the Eiffel Tower?' he asked and Louis smirked.

'What did you think? I was taking you to Burger King?' He tugged on his hand and pulled a mystified Harry into the beautiful lounge where a table was awaiting them with a view of the city below. They were seated and Louis ordered a bottle of wine as he watched Harry still taking in the view. It was a relaxing evening as they ate French food and drank French wine and they talked, Louis asking Harry a lot of questions about himself. He wanted to know him and Harry was more than happy to tell him about himself and his life. When they were done, they took another stroll outside enjoying the view. They stopped to look at the Seine flowing below them, its waters illuminated by the street lights reflected on its surface. Harry's hair was blowing softly and as he looked out over the city, he asked Louis:

'Can I kiss you?' he asked in a soft low voice as if afraid of speaking loudly. Harry felt Louis' hand on his waist turning him around to face him.

'I would be disappointed if we didn't kiss on the Eiffel Tower,' he told him and Harry leaned in capturing his soft lips in an innocent kiss. They moved closer, their bodies pressed against each other and when Louis touched the tip of his tongue to Harry's lower lip, Harry parted his lips for him and Louis' tongue was inside Harry's mouth dominating him and Harry let him. The kiss became heated and passionate and it was Louis who pulled away first, his breathing deep and heavy. Louis stroked Harry's warm cheek with the back of his hand.

'Shall we go back to our hotel?' he asked him, the question suggesting more than the question he simply asked and Harry nodded. Louis took his hand and they walked back to the elevator and down to the waiting limo. They both could feel the sexual tension between them. It was thick and heavy and they both felt hard in their trousers. Louis was nervous because he knew what was going to happen. It had to happen now. He wanted it to happen just as much as Harry did but he was nervous and he kept hearing Marc's words in his ears to not fuck it up for Harry, to be romantic, to not be a caveman. Louis felt as if he was choking, a panic attack starting deep inside of him. But then he felt Harry's hand cover his own and squeeze it gently as if he knew what Louis was thinking and Louis told himself that he got this.

Sure you do. Just gonna watch you fuck this up so bad.

They got to the hotel and rode up to their suite in silence. Louis opened the door and let Harry in before him as he closed the door softly behind him, flicking on the lights. The silence was a little awkward because they both knew what they wanted though some doubt still lingered in Harry's mind about whether Louis wanted to fuck him or not. He decided to throw caution to the wind and initiate it. He walked over to him and stood before him.

'What can I do to repay you for all you have done for me today?' Harry asked him in his slow, deep drawl and Louis felt his voice go down straight to his dick.

'Harry you don't have to......'

'I want to,' Harry interrupted him. 'Please.' That soft please right there made Louis hard because Harry is all there for the taking, offering himself to him again. So Louis looked at him, deep into his green eyes.

'Strip for me,' he whispered. And Harry felt his heart soar because he could do that. That was something he was good at. He took Louis' hand and led him into the bedroom. He pulled out a chair for him and placed it in the middle of the room, in front of the bed. Louis took off his jacket and sat down. Harry fumbled with his phone looking for music and settled for 'Red Light Special', by TLC. The seductive music started playing and Harry turned around giving his back to Louis. Louis could already feel all his blood going to his cock. Harry slowly took off his jacket, easing it as if in slow motion off his shoulders and letting it fall silently to the carpeted floor. He toed off his boots kicking them to the side. He moved his hips slowly from side to side and then turning them in a complete circle popping his ass out toward Louis. Louis gulped. Damn this mother fucker was good at stripteasing and being seductive!

Harry turned to face Louis and began undoing the buttons of his silk shirt one at a time ever so slowly, keeping eye contact with Louis, always moving his hips seductively to the music. Louis wanted to rip the god damn shirt off him but Harry was taking his sweet time. When all buttons were undone, Harry ran his hands up his torso, stopping as his nipples, brushing his thumbs over them. He closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip as he pinched them slightly and it was taking Louis all of his control not to get up and slam him against the wall. Harry took off the shirt slowly, exposing one shoulder at a time, then letting it fall to the floor.

He walked over to Louis and stood before him, swaying his hips and playing teasingly with the button of his pants. Louis watched eagerly, licking his lips and wanting desperately to reach out and pull off his God damn trousers. Harry could see that Louis was getting all worked up and he was enjoying himself riling him up. He opened the button of his pants and ever so slowly pulled down his zip. Louis held his breath when he caught a tiny glimpse of black lace. Harry turned his back to Louis again and ever so slowly pulled down his pants, bending over to reveal his ass and his thong. Louis bit his bottom lip hard, his fingers clenching and unclenching on his thighs, his body feeling as if it was on fire from the inside out.

Once Harry was out of his trousers he continued to gyrate and sway his hips to the music. He turned away from Louis and placed both his hands on the wall, sticking his ass out for Louis to have a full view, then he dropped down into a professional squat, rising back up with his ass sticking out. He turned and walked over to Louis and straddled Louis lap. Immediately, Louis' hands cupped his ass cheeks, kneading them and spreading them, his hips moving of their own accord, his hard dick thrusting up against Harry crack. Harry whined low and Louis dug his fingers into the meaty flesh of his bum making Harry squirm in his lap, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. Harry was ready and Louis wasn't going to deny him this time. There was no turning back. They were at a point of no return and Louis was going to venture into a territory unknown to him.

'Get on the bed,' he ordered, his voice strict. That voice thrilled Harry. Louis' strict voice made him eager to submit himself wholly to Louis which was why he immediately got up off Louis and walked to the bed, sashaying his hips knowing that Louis was looking at his ass as he walked away from him. Harry pulled back the duvet and got on the soft white sheets which were cool and felt heavenly against his flushed skin. He felt hot and horny, excited and a little scared. Louis walked over to the bed and sat on the side next to Harry, his eyes roaming every inch of Harry's skin. Harry felt embarrassed as he lay there, exposed in just his thong and his fully hard dick straining against the lace. Louis placed his hand on Harry's ankle and ever so softly trailed his fingers up Harry's leg, feather touches with the tips of his fingers. Harry closed his eyes basking in the feeling but wanting, needing more, so much more. Louis' fingers continued upwards passing over his hip, his tummy, his ribs, brushing one thumb lightly over Harry's perky nipple and watched Harry arch his back off the mattress and bite his bottom lips hard. Louis knew what he wanted and needed. His body was talking to him, screaming at him and Louis had to respond.

Louis stood up and commenced to undo the buttons of his shirt. Harry watched him with hungry eyes and he took in a sharp breath when Louis took off his shirt exposing his torso and arms that were littered with tattoos. Harry's eyes were wide with surprise. He got up on his knees on the bed and inspected him. Louis let him. He stood there for him and let him. Harry ran his fingers over his 'It Is What It Is' tattoo.

'I-I never thought......'

'I had tattoos?' Louis asked him. He scoffed. 'Yeah I got most of them when I was young.' Harry traced them with delicate fingers.

'So beautiful,' he murmured and Louis felt his heart expand. He took out his phone from his pants pocket and put some music on. He hoped that Leonard had put on some decent music like Marc had suggested. Rod Stewart's husky voice singing 'Tonight's The Night' filled the room. Harry smirked at him as his hands trailed down and he opened the button of his pants and pulled down the zip, easing them down off his hips and letting them fall to his ankles. Louis stepped out of them and Harry drank in the sight before him : Louis in just his black Calvin Klein boxers and an awfully big hard on that was just for him. Harry resumed his earlier position, lying on his back on the bed and Louis took in a deep breath.

Here we go. Don't fuck this up.

He climbed on the bed and placed himself on top of Harry, Harry spreading his legs to accommodate him. Louis felt weird because he had never done it this way. He never liked to look in their faces. He always had them on their tummy, did his business and rolled over just enough to catch his breath then he was out of there. But this...this was different. Harry looked like an angel beneath him and his heart was pounding because he wanted to do this right for Harry....and secretly for him too because this was new.

Harry looked up into his face and saw that Louis was tense and deep in thought. He stroked his cheek gently.

'Hey,' Harry told him, getting back his attention. Louis gave him a weak smile, trying to hide his own nervousness.

'Sorry,' he apologized and he didn't know why he was even apologizing but he felt the need to do so. 'I just want this to be perfect for you.' Harry continued to stroke his cheek loving the feel of stubble under his fingers.

'And for you?' Harry asked him, his voice deep and slow. Louis shifted a little, feeling his hard cock rub against Harry's own hard dick and the feeling sent sparks of electricity throughout his body.

'Oh it already is,' he told him as he leaned down and kissed him hungrily. The kiss soon became deep and passionate and needy. Their tongues collided as Louis' hand moved down to Harry's nipple. He ran his thumb over it a few times and felt the little nub respond, perking up immediately to his touch. He tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger making Harry arch his back and whine into his mouth. It was then that Louis rolled his hips down on Harry, both their hard dicks rubbing against each other, both of them needing the friction.

Harry was beginning to pant and sweat and Louis was loving the feeling of rutting hard against Harry. This was new and he was liking it. Louis began kissing down Harry's neck feeling the boy squirm beneath him impatiently. But he had to wait. He had to do this right. He had to prep him and that needed a lot of foreplay.

'Louis please,' Harry gasped out as he felt Louis' tongue flick out against his hard nipple. 'I-I'm going to-to explode.' Louis smiled against his skin and gently bit down on his sensitive bud making Harry groan.

'I need to prep you Harry. This is your first time. You need a lot of prep,' Louis told him in between placing kisses on his chest. Harry threw his head back on the pillow trying to control himself but the way Louis' lips were skimming his hot skin was making it so hard to keep any sense of control.

'Will-will it hurt?' Harry asked him his voice no more than a hoarse whisper. Louis brought his head up and looked at Harry.

'Yeah it will at first. And you will probably be very sore after I'm not gonna lie to you,' Louis told him honestly. 'So if you want to stop.....'

'No!' Harry was quick to interrupt him. 'Please don't.' Louis smiled at him and kissed him gently.

'Okay. I will try and be very gentle with you alright. You will feel a lot of pleasure too after the pain,' Louis promised him. Harry nodded. Louis looked down at Harry's black lace thong that was wet at the front. Louis palmed him slowly. 'Already leaking for me huh?' he asked him and Harry only whined in desperation. Louis kissed down his stomach, past his navel and happy trail and he was where Harry needed him to be. He needed him there so much. He wanted another blow job so badly. Louis mouthed at his clothed dick and Harry thrust up slowly and Louis let him. He wanted to feel his every move, every squirm and hear every moan and whine that escaped his lips. But Harry stopped suddenly and looked down at Louis who in return looked up at him.

'C-can I um m-move or do you want t-to like um tie me up?' Harry asked him flushing pink. He didn't know what Louis wanted from him and he really didn't want to disappoint him. Louis kissed the inside of his smooth thigh, his stubble scraping Harry's soft skin.

'No I don't want to tie you up and yes you can move,' Louis told him sweetly. Harry sighed in relief as Louis commenced to lick and suck at his dick through the lace, loving the contrast of the lace and Harry's hard dick beneath it. Harry was panting hard, his body coiled tight and wanting more more more. Louis stroked his thighs and sucked love bites into the soft flesh making Harry moan out loudly. He was leaking pre-come profusely and the lace felt sticky.

'L-Louis,' he panted out. All these emotions where too much for him and he needed release. Louis looked up at him from between his legs and the look on Harry's face made him weak inside, the butterflies in his stomach batting wildly and that feeling in his chest that he had had since he met Harry, was spreading like warm fire in his chest.

'Yes love?' he asked and surprised himself at the pet name he had just used on Harry and he was even more surprised at the way it naturally rolled off his tongue.

'I-I- n-need p-please I.......' he mumbled. Louis kissed the inside of his thigh again and moved up his body, lying on top of him but supporting his weight on his hands.

'Okay. I know what you need and I'm gonna do it,' Louis promised him. 'Let's get this thong off shall we?' he asked him and before Harry could reply, Louis was peeling it off of him, revealing Harry in all his wonderful glory. Louis had never been harder in his life. He was so hard, his dick was starting to ache. He reached over the bedside table where he had placed a bottle of lube, opened it and coated his fingers. He looked down at Harry's beautiful flushed face and decided to do something he had never done before. He was doing too many things with this boy that he had never done before so he might as well add another one to the list.

'I am going to prep you Harry,' Louis told him gently. 'Now it might hurt and you might feel uncomfortable and I don't want that for you. You are going to be overwhelmed with feelings you never had before so if you at any time want to stop me, we should have a safe word for you.' Harry blinked at him.

'A safe word?'

'Yeah. So I can stop. If it gets too much for you, use the safe word and I will stop immediately.' Louis felt really weird discussing safe words. It never occurred to him he might have to use one but Harry was special and this called for special treatment. Harry nodded at him. Louis gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. 'When you want me to stop simply say "RED" okay?' Harry nodded again. Louis took in a deep breath and braced himself. He lowered his lubed fingers down between Harry's legs.

'Open up for me,' Louis told him, nudging his thighs apart with his knee and Harry obeyed, parting his thighs wider for Louis. Louis ran his index finger round Harry's rim spreading the lube, making him jump a little at the contact. Louis looked at him concerned, his finger stopping all movements. Harry looked at him.

'Sorry. I-I just have n-never had anyone t-touch me there b-before,' he muttered and Louis felt that feeling again spreading inside him, making his limbs numb and his insides warm and fuzzy. He kissed Harry softly, easy and languidly and he poked at his very tight hole. He prodded his finger gently trying to breech his rim but it was tightly shut.

'Harry you need to relax for me. I can't enter you if you are going to be tense and keep yourself tightly shut,' Louis told him, his voice sugar sweet. He knew Harry was nervous, fuck he was too. Harry nodded. Louis kissed his cheek and temple and his jaw helping him to relax. He pushed his finger against the tight ring of muscle again and this time the tip of his finger eased inside. He felt Harry's fingers dig into his biceps and his breathing was fast and hard. 'Relax baby,' Louis cooed. 'Relax for me. Breathe in slowly.' And as Harry took in a deep breath, Louis pushed in his finger to the knuckle and Harry sobbed out a cry. Louis let his finger rest inside Harry's hole, feeling the tight warmness around his finger.

'Alright?' Louis asked him. Harry nodded, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth so Louis gently pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, making Harry whine and tighten his hold on his biceps. Louis built up an easy rhythm pulling his finger out and back in in Harry's tight heat, feeling him clench around his finger, letting Harry get used to the invading digit in his ass. When Louis felt him push his hips down trying to get more, he teased another finger next to the other one pushing it very gently inside Harry. He felt him tense a little but then he saw him breathe in deeply like he had told him to, so Louis pushed it all the way in making Harry choke out a sob. Louis knew he was stretching him out but he had to if he was going to take his cock which Louis was having serious doubts about how the fuck he was going to enter his tight ass.

Louis kept fucking him with two fingers for a while loving the feel of Harry's tight, wet heat around his fingers. He looked at him and he already looked fucked out and Louis hadn't even started with him yet. He thought now was time for a third finger and thus he began to push it in next to the other two. Harry felt the stretch and opened his eyes, his pupils glazed and dilated as he focused on Louis.

'Hurts,' he whispered. That one word went to Louis' heart because he really didn't want to hurt Harry but there was no other way. With his free hand Louis removed a few stray locks out of Harry's face, away from his sweaty forehead.

'Yeah it does but your body is made to stretch. Its just you are so tight, so new but I can stop if you want me to. If its too much for.......'

'No don't stop. I can take it. I will be good for you Louis. I will,' Harry told him as he licked his dry lips and Louis knew what Harry was thinking. He still felt like he was not enough after what Ryan had told him. Fucking Ryan. Louis kissed his forehead.

'You are already good enough sweetheart,' Louis told him again surprising himself that he was able to use such words on Harry. They flowed out so easily out of his mouth. Harry pushed his hips down a little indicating for Louis to carry on. 'Breathe in deeply,' Louis instructed him and as Harry did so, Louis pushed in his third finger, watching Harry's face scrunch up and his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip hard. Louis peppered his face with kisses. 'Relax and breathe mon cher,' Louis whispered in his ear and he felt Harry rut up against him, his ass clenching tight around his fingers.

'More,' Harry panted. And Louis gave him more. He gently but firmly fucked him with three fingers, scissoring him open, hearing him pant and whine and squirm beneath him and Louis knew he had to fuck him soon or he was just going to come from watching Harry's face and feeling his ass clench tight around his fingers. Louis curled up his finger suddenly and as Harry ground down his hips on Louis' fingers, Louis hit his prostate dead on. Louis felt Harry's body jerk as if electrocuted.

'Oh,' Harry whined out. Louis smiled against his neck.

'You like that hmm? Having your prostate tickled?' he asked him as he did it again and again and Harry was loosing control, his hips moving of their own accord trying to chase that feeling and Louis kept jabbing at it mercilessly until Harry came untouched all over himself, his body trembling and shaking as he rode out his orgasm. Louis gently pulled out his fingers, wiping them on the sheets and focused on Harry.

'You did so well,' Louis praised him. 'For a newbie you took three fingers like a champ and came untouched. I'm proud and impressed,' he told him as he placed a kiss on his forehead. 'But I see you're still half hard.' Harry pulled him down by the neck and kissed him hard and deep, his cum sticking to both their chests but neither of them cared.

'I want you now,' Harry breathed against his lips. And who was Louis to deny him this? He reached over the bedside table for a condom but Harry stopped him. 'No. I want to feel you.' Louis looked at him with wide eyes. He had never fucked anyone without a condom before and here was Harry not wanting one and not even asking him if he was clean or not! Louis felt endeared by the trust Harry had in him.

'Are you sure?' Louis asked him and Harry simply nodded. Louis swallowed hard but nodded at Harry then picked up the lube bottle, squirted a generous amount in his hand and slicked himself up really good. He placed himself at Harry's entrance, his head nudging at Harry's tight hole.

'Wrap your legs around my waist,' Louis told him. 'And remember use the safe word if it hurts too much or you get overwhelmed okay.' Harry nodded and braced himself, wrapping his long legs around Louis' waist locking them at the ankles and his hands on his biceps, fingers digging in. He felt like a koala bear wrapped around a tree trunk!

Louis began pushing slowly inside Harry, feeling his hole stretch to accommodate him. Harry let out a long, drawn moan and Louis watched his face scrunch up in pain.

'Relax baby,' Louis urged him. 'It will hurt less.' Harry swallowed a sob.

'I-I c-can't. It b-burns,' Harry choked out. Louis stopped moving. His thickest part wasn't even inside Harry yet. He stroked Harry's hair and kissed his cheeks.

'Yes it does but it will get better once I'm fully inside of you. You have never been stretched out this much before,' Louis told him still kissing his face and neck. 'Do you want to stop?' Louis asked him and in his heart he hoped Harry wouldn't say yes because he had never had such a tight ass before such at this and he was loving it. And he really needed to come now because he had been hard for a while now. Part of him wanted to just shove himself inside Harry in one go and fuck him into the mattress. After all, Harry himself had signed up for this but his rational side told him that he had signed up for this as well and Marc had told him not to be a caveman so.......

'No. Go on,' Harry said quietly. So Louis pushed himself further inside, inch by agonizing inch watching Harry take it even though he knew it was hurting him. By the stretch around his dick, Louis knew he might split him a little. By the time he was fully inside him, Harry was in tears, panting and shaking. He kept himself wrapped around Louis tightly, his face buried in the crook of Louis neck. Louis placed one hand round his waist pulling him closer and he began to move, dragging himself out then pushing back in, pulling out and pushing back in. Harry was moaning and whining and sobbing all at the same time but he never used the safe word and that urged Louis on. He picked up a rhythm, slow at first but soon he needed, had to go faster. He tried to be as gentle as possible but they were both too far gone now. His hips slammed into Harry and the only noise Harry was now making were soft "ah, ah, ah". Louis felt his orgasm began to build in his lower stomach urging him to push harder and faster into Harry. He removed his hand from around Harry's waist and took hold of Harry's dick, pumping him hard and fast to the same rhythm of his thrusts. And Louis felt it. He was close, oh so close.

'In or out?' he rasped out.

'In,' Harry whispered, his throat so dry it hurt to speak. Louis thrust in a few more times and exploded inside Harry's ass, filling him with his hot cum and as soon as Harry felt that he choked out a scream as he came for the second time. Louis kept moving inside Harry and pumping him till they both rode out their orgasm, then he stopped but stayed inside Harry. He couldn't believe he had just made love to this boy, this beautiful beautiful boy with the dimpled smile and heart of gold that had captured him. Louis looked into Harry's face and wiped away his tears, kissing his lips softly.

'Wow,' Louis told him. 'You were amazing. For a virgin you were extra ordinary. Was I okay for you?' Louis asked him a little wary. Harry gave him a tired smile.

'You were everything I have ever dreamed of my first time to be. Thank you,' Harry told him and Louis just had to kiss him again and again. When they stopped to take a breath Louis told him:

'Okay I'm gonna pull out. It might hurt a little.' Harry nodded and Louis pulled out as gently as he could, watching Harry wince. When he was out, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, breathing hard. Harry felt the loss of contact no sooner had Louis rolled off of him and immediately his paranoid mind told him that this was it. That Louis had taken what he had been after for the last five weeks and soon all this will be over. He closed his eyes not really wanting to think about it right now. He felt the mattress dip and opened his eyes to find Louis looking down into his face.

'Are you alright?' he asked him and Harry nodded. He wanted Louis to cuddle him. He felt the need to be cuddled. He felt needy. Louis touched his face. 'What is it Harry? You know you can tell me anything right?' Harry gave him a shy smile.

'C-can you um h-hold me?' he asked him with a trembling voice. Louis mentally slapped himself. Of course Marc had told him to cuddle him afterwards and he immediately opened his arms for Harry as he lay back on the pillows. Harry rolled over and winced at the terrible burning pain in his backside. He hissed loudly.

'Sore?' Louis asked him as he wrapped his arms around him pulling him into his chest. Harry rested his head on Louis' chest, throwing his arm around his waist.

'Burns so much,' Harry told him. Louis kissed the top of his head.

'I know how to ease it for you and make it better,' Louis told him as he slid out from underneath Harry. Harry pouted that Louis had gotten up and Louis was quick to kiss his pout. 'I will be right back yeah. Just want to make you better.' Harry smiled up at him as he cuddled into Louis' pillow. Louis walked naked into the living room and called room service to send up a bottle of champagne, ice and fresh sheets. It only took ten minutes for his order to arrive and once his items where delivered he went back into the bedroom. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Harry, who took it eagerly and drank some of it right away. He was parched. Louis drained all of his glass.

'Turn over on your tummy,' he told Harry. Harry looked at him curiously but did as he was told. Louis scowled when he saw the sheets stained with blood. Yeah he knew it would happen. Harry was too tight and the stretch had been too much for him which was why he still felt the burn.

'This will feel cold okay,' Louis warned him. He picked up an ice cube and spread his cheeks, running the cube over his red and abused hole. Harry jumped a little at the coldness but sighed in relief. Louis saw that his cum was still seeping out of him. He got another cube and ran it over his hole again letting it melt on Harry's hole. 'Now hold still,' Louis warned him as he took a fresh cube and gently, ever so gently pushed it inside Harry's hole. Harry whined loudly as the ice cube slid inside his hole but it felt heavenly as the cold ice melted inside of him easing the burn. Louis repeated it a couple of times, icing his hole on the outside and gently pushing ice cubes inside his hole until it was numb.

'How do you feel now?' he asked him kissing his lower back and up his spine. Harry smiled into the pillow, eyes half closed.

'Much better.'

'Good. Now you need to get up so we can shower. You um bled a little and you have my cum all over your thighs and we both have your cum on our chests so we should shower then change the sheets and sleep. You look worn out.' Harry buried his face in the pillow.

'I'm too tired,' he whined and Louis smiled, placing a kiss on his shoulders blades and slapped his ass playfully.

'Up you go. Don't make me ask you again.' And Harry was up, wincing a little, feeling water and cum trickle out of his hole and down the back of his legs. He looked at the bed and shuddered at the blood. 'Its nothing,' Louis assured him. 'It's normal that it happens.' Harry simply nodded as Louis took his hand and led them to the shower. This was another first for Louis. He always showered by himself yet here he was sharing a shower with Harry. They both got under the steaming hot water and Louis felt a little mesmerized as he watched Harry duck his head under the water soaking his curls that reached way down his shoulders. He needed to lay his hands on his glistening wet body. He just had to and so he did. He lathered Harry's hair and washed his body, gently running his hands over every curve, every joint, feeling his smooth skin and when Harry slowly dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth, Louis could swear he saw Heaven behind his closed eyes as Harry licked and sucked him hard, swallowing every drop Louis released in his mouth.

When they got out of the shower, Harry quickly changed the sheets and they crawled naked into the fresh sheets as Louis pulled the duvet over them, pulling Harry into his arms, holding him close. And Harry snuggled into him as close as he could get because he really didn't know how much time he had left with Louis. He didn't know when Louis would let him go and Harry wanted to take anything he could get and stamp them in his memory because there was no way he was ever going to forget Louis and he knew that when Louis decided to let him go, he would break. But for the time being he was safely wrapped up in Louis and Louis was holding him tight and that was all that Harry needed for the time being.

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Louis POV (dreaming)

The room is pitch dark and I huddle in the corner as far away from the door as I possibly can. I can hear him. He's fighting with my mum again. I know she is trying to help me but I wish she wouldn't. He will never listen to her and whenever she stands up for me, he beats her and I feel its all my fault. I can hear her crying and screaming at him and begging him to leave me alone. But he won't. I know he won't and I wish she would stop trying so he won't hurt her. I love my mum so much and I can't bear to see him hurt her. I can hear him coming up the stairs and I know what's coming. One of his filthy friends or two will be over soon and....I don't even want to think it. I huddle closer in the corner hugging my teddy bear close to my chest maybe I can hide behind him. The door to my room bursts open and I jump. I can see him silhouetted in the light coming in from the corridor behind him and he has the belt. I can hear him rattling the handcuffs and I am so scared. Its going to happen again like almost every night. I can hear him calling my name. Why can't I disappear? Why can't I die just to be saved from all of this? He's walking into my room, his heavy boots thunking heavily on my wooden floor. I know he sees me. His big calloused hand closes around my ankle and I kick at him as I scream "Don't touch me! Don't touch me" till my lungs burn but I know its all for nothing.

End of POV

'Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me,' Louis screams out as his hands close around Harry's throat. Harry struggles beneath him to get him off of him but Louis is having some kind of nightmare. Harry trashes wildly as he feels Louis' fingers tighten more around his neck. He reaches to the bedside table where he left his glass of champagne half drunk, grabbed it and threw the sparkling liquid into Louis' face. The grip on his neck loosened and he watched Louis blink, coming back to reality as he took in huge gasps of air. Louis was straddling his lap and he looked down at Harry confused, wondering why he was straddling him and why on earth was Harry gasping and why his face was so red.

'Harry what happened?' Louis asked him getting off of him and sitting beside him.

'Water,' Harry croaked out and Louis was quick to go get him some water from the mini bar. Harry sat up and gulped down the cool water. Louis looked at him confused.

'What happened?' he asked him again. Harry looked at him, concern oozing out of him.

'Y-you had a bad dream or something. You were tossing around and I tried to wake you and as soon as I touched you, you started yelling don't touch me, don't touch me and y-you you were on top of me, trying to choke me.' Louis looked at him with wide eyes. So it had happened again! The only one time he hadn't taken his meds just because he wanted to sleep naturally with Harry and he almost choked him to death. Louis felt horrified that this had happened, more so that he had hurt Harry.

What did you expect? That because you stopped your medication all your shit will go away? Think again lover boy. Your demons are fighting to get out.

Louis got off the bed and pulled on his boxers and a robe.

'Louis,' Harry croaked out. His throat hurt and his Adam's apple felt bruised.

'Go back to sleep Harry,' Louis told him in a stern, cold voice. Harry slid off the bed, put on a robe and followed him out into the living room only to see Louis out on the balcony. He was not going to let him do this whatever this was! He went out on the balcony and stood beside him.

'Louis its okay,' Harry told him.

'No its not fucking okay!' Louis snapped at him and Harry felt himself shy away from him. So was it going back to this? But Harry was not about to back down.

'It was just a nightmare. You didn't mean it and I'm fine.' Louis scoffed.

'Just a nightmare. You know shit about me so don't make assumptions,' he told him in a harsh voice. Harry began to feel the big void settling between them. He looked down at his bare feet, feeling his heart shattering.

'Please Louis don't do this. Please,' he pleaded. Louis turned on him in a rage.

'Don't do what huh Harry? You think you know me? You think I'm yours just because we fucked? You think you have a say in my life now just because I fucked you?' Harry felt the tears well up in his eyes at Louis' cruel words. It didn't take long for dark Louis to emerge.

'I-I thought......'

'You thought what? That you will be in my life and I will spill all my secrets to you and tell you my life story and let you comfort me? That I will beg you to save me and you will whisk me away into the moonlight like a fucking knight in shining armor? Please! You and your romantic shit!' Louis yelled at him. Harry flinched at his raised voice. Harry looked at him, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

'I-I'm sorry. You're right. I'm nothing special to you. I just had something you wanted which I gave you because I....' Harry paused and shook his head as if dispelling the thought in his head. 'I'm sorry Louis. I-I just wanted to be there for you,' he told him sniffing at his tears.

He hurried inside and straight into the bedroom. He climbed on the bed still wrapped in his robe and curled in on himself, crying silently into the pillow. So this was it. And he couldn't blame Louis for any of it. He had wanted this level of intimacy with this man who had offered him nothing in return. He knew well enough that he was nothing more than a fuck to him. And he cried because his ass hurt and it burned, reminding him of the most special moment in his life so far.

Harry didn't hear Louis softly padding into the bedroom until he was kneeling by the bed beside him, his face level with his. He closed his eyes when he felt Louis' hand remove the curls away from his face and swipe at his tears with his thumb. He cried some more when he felt Louis' lips on his forehead.

'I'm sorry,' Louis whispered. 'I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I.'

'You don't need to explain anything to me,' Harry told him in a broken voice. 'Everyone has their demons Louis and everyone deals with them the way they see fit. I don' t want you to tell me anything of your personal life simply because of what we did. You were right Louis, we just fucked and its nothing special......'

'No no no Harry no no. We didn't fuck. We made love baby and that's special. Please don't take any of it upon you. Don't cry please,' Louis told him gently and Harry felt himself melt and fall harder for this man. 'Scoot over,' Louis told him and Harry turned on his other side as Louis got up on the bed beside him, spooning him. Louis curled himself around Harry, pulling him tightly into his chest. He placed kisses behind his ear.

'Sleep,' Louis told him softly and Harry cuddled closer into Louis and closed his eyes. He was tired and worn out. Louis held him till Harry's breathing evened out and he heard soft snores leaving his mouth. Louis never hated himself more than he did in that precise moment! He had hurt Harry emotionally and physically. He figured he should've never slept next to him. He wasn't made for this. His demons were coming out and they wanted to play but he couldn't have them close to Harry. He couldn't let them touch his Harry. Harry was pure and his demons were disgusting! He slowly slipped out of bed and covered Harry with the duvet, then grabbed the remaining bottle of champagne, took one backward glance to make sure Harry was still asleep and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He went to sit out on the balcony, drinking champagne and waiting for the dawn. He knew he would not be getting any more sleep tonight. Not after what he had done.

COMING SOON CHAPTER 9........................

Chapter Text

Changes.

Harry woke up to an empty bed. He was snuggled up in his robe and under the quilt and he was warm but the other side of the bed was empty. And it was cold. The events from last night quickly came back to him and he smiled when he remembered what a day it had been, how romantic Louis had been and how making love with Louis had been the highlight of his life so far. He got up slowly and winced a little at the pain in his ass. It wasn't as bad as yesterday. The burning was gone. Now it only felt as if he had been kicked in the ass and had a big bruise inside but nothing too bad or that he couldn't handle.

He got up slowly and padded out into the living room and found Louis, fully dressed in a dark suit, his hair quiffed to perfection, cuff links on his cuffs as he sat sipping coffee and reading a French business newspaper. Formal Louis was back. Harry walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him.

'Good morning,' he told him in his deep morning voice. Louis looked up from the newspaper briefly and gave him a small tight smile. Harry's heart sank. Yesterday's Louis wasn't here today.

'Good morning,' Louis told him. 'There's breakfast for you. We leave in two hours.' He went back to reading his newspaper, totally disregarding Harry. Harry wanted to snatch it away, throw it on the floor and make Louis look at him.

'Louis,' Harry said, his voice no more than a whisper. Louis looked up but didn't look at him and waited. 'Are we good?' Louis' eyes went back to the newspaper.

'I suggest you get a move on with breakfast and shower if we are to make it on time.'

'Louis please don't shut me out. Not now. Not after...' Harry paused feeling his heart ache in his chest. 'Not after yesterday. I know it might not mean that much to you but to me, its..its everything.' Louis looked up again, his eyes a little softer.

'We're good,' he told him. Harry decided to drop it as he didn't want to anger Louis with his whining. He got up and went to the small kitchenette and helped himself to breakfast. He kept his eyes on Louis as he ate and sipped his tea but Louis' attention was on the newspaper. Harry remembered last night, how gentle Louis had been and how he had felt him move inside of him. How he had filled him up so good and under the robe, Harry felt his dick twitch. He wanted him again. He wanted to feel his arms around him, feel safe in his embrace. He wanted Louis back because right now, he felt as if Louis was a million miles away from him. Louis had emotionally disconnected himself and Harry needed that connection now more than ever.

When he was finished with breakfast, he went into the bedroom to get ready. He left Louis out on the balcony talking on his phone. Harry looked around the bedroom, the unmade bed and the sheets on the floor holding the last traces of his virginity which he had given to the man he.....he what? Yes, Harry felt more than a simple attraction to Louis. It wasn't a crush. It went deeper. Harry chewed on his bottom lip nervously and refused to bring to life the thought swarming in his mind because if he allowed himself to think that he had fallen in love with Louis, then he was in deep trouble. He couldn't feel it. He couldn't even think it. But he couldn't deny it either. It was there, growing and blossoming like a flower and Harry knew he couldn't stop it.

He went into the bathroom, stripped off his robe and got under the hot water. Today he was 20 years old. He didn't want to dwell too much on his life. He couldn't complain that he had had a bad childhood. His childhood had been wonderful. The trouble had only started when he had come out to his parents and his father had....Harry didn't want to go there. He missed his mum though. His birthday had always been a special day to his mum because she had always told him that he had been the greatest gift in her life and she couldn't thank him enough for making her a mother. She had always spoiled him on his birthday and made it extra special, spending the day with him, fussing over him, giving him abundant kisses and hugs and gifts. Harry felt a lump close around his throat because God only knew how much he needed her right now just so that she could hold him and kiss him and hug him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Harry longed for his mum so badly and maybe that was the reason why he never looked forward to his birthday too much because it had always been a joint celebration between him and his mum. A few tears escaped his eyes but where washed away quickly by the shower spray.

After he was done with his shower, Harry quickly got dressed and packed his small suitcase then went out into the living room where Louis was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.

'I'm ready,' Harry told him quietly. Louis got up, avoiding eye contact.

'Great. I'll call for a bellhop,' Louis replied. They waited for ten minutes in the most awkward silence ever until the bellhop knocked on their door and took their suitcases down to the lobby. On their way down in the elevator, Harry wanted to say something to Louis, anything but he didn't know what and he was getting frustrated. Louis was ignoring him and he didn't know what for. He assumed that it had something to do with the nightmare but that was really no big issue. The elevator dinged open and they walked out into the lobby. Louis went to the reception desk to check them out, Harry following him like a lost puppy. When that was done, they went outside to a waiting car that drove them to the airport.

As they sat in the car, Harry looked outside at the passing scenery, silently saying goodbye to Paris and internally crying for the way a beautiful day had ended. He knew he couldn't reach Louis unless he wanted to be reached and if Louis had closed his doors to Harry, no matter how much he knocked, Louis wouldn't open unless he wanted to.

They got to the airport and the next phase of the process was like a haze to Harry. He just followed Louis until they were seated on the plane. Alone. Harry sat next to him on the couch as Louis flipped open his tablet and logged on to his email. Harry couldn't take it anymore, watching Louis ignore him to the point where he was feeling invisible.

'Louis please,' Harry whispered in a broken voice. He actually wanted to scream and shout in his face but he couldn't do that.

'Please what?' Louis asked, his eyes focused on the tablet. Harry sighed.

'Did last night mean nothing to you? Did any of this mean anything to you?' Harry asked him quietly.

'Harry...' Louis began not looking at him.

'Please just look at me,' Harry begged him. Louis kept his eyes on the tablet but wasn't actually looking at the screen.

'I can't,' he simply said and Harry felt that go to his heart.

'Why not?' he asked him around the lump forming in his throat. Louis sighed.

'Because if I look at you, I will see those red marks I left around your neck when I tried to.....' he paused. Harry scooted closer to him.

'They are nothing Louis.'

'Don't say that!' Louis snapped at him. 'To me its....' he paused again and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. 'To me its a lot Harry. I could've....'

'But you didn't,' Harry assured him. 'You didn't. I'm fine. Please Louis don't let this come between us. Please. I miss you,' Harry choked out. Louis said nothing and still didn't look at Harry but his hand found Harry's fingers and intertwined his own through Harry's and squeezed them gently. Harry sighed internally and let Louis work through this at his own pace, hoping he will come back to him soon.

When they landed at Heathrow, Angus was waiting for them outside the arrivals VIP Lounge. After greeting his boss and Harry, he put the luggage in the car and made his way through the busy streets of London.

'Where to Sir?' Angus asked Louis.

'To Edgware Road. We are dropping off Harry home,' Louis told him, his voice flat. Harry looked at him startled.

'You're dropping me home?' he asked him not hiding the shock in his voice. Louis gave him a side ways glance.

'Is there anywhere else you would like to be dropped off at?' Louis asked him coldly. Harry shook his head slightly and looked down trying to hide his disappointment.

'Home is fine,' he said quietly.

'I will have Leonard drop off your things later,' Louis told him, his voice now frigid and Harry was doing all he could not to burst into tears and throw a fit in the car. But what had he expected? For Louis to take him to his house? It was then that Harry remembered to ask him about tonight.

'Louis?' he asked softly.

'Hmm?' Louis asked not taking his eyes off his phone.

'W-would you um like t-to come out w-with me and m-my friends t-tonight for m-my birthday?' Harry asked stuttering a little because he was so frustrated he couldn't even speak. He couldn't understand how this was the same Louis! This time Louis actually looked at him and he had a smirk on his face.

'Why?' he asked him. 'We already celebrated your birthday.' Harry hated that he was using this tone with him. His cold, unfeeling tone, like he was void of all emotions. Harry wrung his fingers nervously.

'I um j-just thought that m-maybe you would like to um meet my f-friends.' Louis chuckled humourlessly.

'Why the fuck would I want to meet your judgemental friends?' Louis stopped himself immediately when he realized he was about to give away Harry's drunken confessions the night of the party when he had told him how his friends thought he was just using him for sex. 'Look, I don't have time to hang out with your buddies. I have to work to make up for the time I took off this weekend.'

'Okay,' Harry told him sadly. They didn't speak for the rest of the drive and Harry dreaded arriving home but soon Angus was pulling up in his street and stopped in front of his flat. Louis didn't say anything and Harry knew that he had to get out of the car but he couldn't leave without saying anything. He didn't even know if he was going to see Louis again or if this was the end.

'T-thank you for everything,' Harry told him, his voice barely above a whisper and choked out.

'It was nothing,' Louis told him dryly and Harry knew that Louis was right. It was nothing! It had been nothing! Harry waited another beat for Louis to say something, anything but Louis didn't, so Harry got out of the car, took the suitcase from Angus and opened the door to his building. By the time he turned to look back at the car, Angus had pulled out and was driving away.

Harry sighed heavily and there was nothing left for him to do but to go upstairs. He unlocked the door to the flat and walked inside, leaving the suitcase by the door. He looked around the lonely place and he never felt lonelier. After Louis' grand house and being surrounded by people and a day away with Louis, this felt sad and depressing. He went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. His mother had always told him that when things got bad, there was nothing that a cup of tea and a long hot bath couldn't fix and that's what Harry intended to do. He found a note from Niall telling him to meet them at the pub/wine bar where Ed worked at six pm. Harry made a cup of tea, put on Stevie Nicks and went into the bathroom to fill up the bath.

X

When Harry was out of the car and Angus drove away, Louis exhaled deeply and sagged in his seat. He felt awful for the way he was treating Harry but this detachment had to happen. He had to let him down as gently as he could and let him go.

Just right after you fucked him and gave him the best memory, one you know he will never forget? Wow is there an award for Best Son of A Bitch? Cos I' m telling you, you would win that hands down flat!

That made Louis feel guilty but Harry had seen his dark side. Harry now knew there was something wrong with him. And he had hurt Harry. This was getting too complicated and he was getting in too deep. But how could he not? Harry was the epitome of perfect.

Maybe you should open up to him. Let him in. But God forbid Louis Tomlinson makes himself vulnerable to anyone!

Louis shook the idea out of his head right away. It was unthinkable! He couldn't let Harry in any further than he already was. Nobody before Harry had ever reached in and touched him the way he had and Louis couldn't handle it. He was feeling things he couldn't understand.

Maybe you should call your therapist. He's the only equipped person who can remotely understand and deal with your fuckedupness.

By the time Louis arrived at his office, he had made up his mind to get Lynn to make an appointment with Anthony his therapist. He hadn't needed a session for a long while now but Louis figured he was close to another one and maybe get Anthony to change his medication into something stronger.

However, once he got inside his office and sat at his desk, all thoughts of Harry flew out the window at the amount of work Lynn brought before him. He had stacks of papers to go through and sign to finalize his last deals and set them in motion. He was informed that he had three meetings today and drinks and dinner tonight with a potential client. Louis let out a satisfied breath. This was his world, his domain. This was where he belonged and in here, doing what he loved, nothing could touch him.

X

Harry opened his closet and looked at his clothes, trying to decide what to wear to go out with his friends. He wasn't going to wear any of the clothes Louis had gotten him. Everything was still in the suitcase along with the bag Leonard had delivered a while ago which also contained the laptop and the camera. He left everything packed as it was. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he was still doing the photo shoot for Marc Jacobs tomorrow. He doubted it highly but he still checked his phone every five minutes to see if Louis had sent him a text. His phone remained silent.

He pulled out his ripped skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, boots and his light blue velvet blazer. He quickly got dressed, fixed his curls, stuffed his phone in his back pocket and headed out. As he walked to the underground station, he decided to forget Louis for a while and enjoy his time with his friends. It had been a while since they all hung out together and it was his birthday so he was going to make an effort and be happy.

When he arrived at the pub, his friends were all there : Nick, Liam and Zayn, Niall and Ed who had taken the night off tonight so that he could join in the celebrations. As soon as he walked in, they all cheered and called him over, hugging him and wishing him a happy birthday, asking how he'd been and what he had been up to, details of which he kept to a minimum and not mentioning Louis at all, which meant he had to lie. When they seemed satisfied that he was okay, they handed him presents. Harry soon relaxed as he opened his gifts which included a Fleetwood Mac vinyl from Niall, ticket concerts for The Rolling Stones at Wembley from Nick, a vintage Journey tee shirt from Ed and a gift voucher from Top Man from Zayn and Liam. Harry couldn't help the beaming smile on his face. He considered himself so lucky to have these friends and he was glad that they were not still mad at him over Louis. Niall jumped up off the stool.

'First round on me. Let the celebrations being,' he shouted and went off to order the first round of drinks. He soon came back followed by a waiter who had a tray loaded with pints of beer and about a dozen shots. The waiter put everything on their table and left. Niall handed out drinks to all and they each picked up a shot glass.

'A toast,' Niall began. 'To our little Harry who has left his teenage years and stepped into his twenties. Our baby boy is growing up. To you Harry, to long life and health and prosperity and may all your dreams come true.' They clinked their glasses and downed the shots. Harry was feeling happy but he missed him. He felt as if a part of him was missing. He didn't know how big of a part that was, but he missed him. He watched his friends all laugh and crack jokes and he was glad to be here but he desperately missed Louis. Each time he tried to sit down on the stool (which was why he had opted to stand) he felt his ass hurt and it reminded him of Louis inside of him and how that was probably the one and only time he was going to be that close to him.

'Hey Harry,' Nick said pulling him out of his miserable thoughts. 'You made the newspapers again.' Harry's heart stopped. Did someone pap him with Louis again? Had they been seen? Harry looked at Nick who was scrolling through his phone then handed it to Harry when he had found what he had been looking for. Harry looked at the article in The Sun which was only a few lines long made by Louis' PR team denying any romantic attachments to said brunette that was papped strolling with Louis by Tower Bridge. The PR team labeled it as "nothing to discuss further regarding Mr. Tomlinson's status". Harry handed back the phone to Nick as he felt his heart plummet. Of course there was nothing to discuss. He was nothing!

'Still seeing the prick?' Nick asked sarcastically.

'Nick don't!' Liam warned him. 'Its Harry's birthday.' Nick scoffed.

'Yeah and he was supposed to grace us with his presence. Isn't that what boyfriends do?' he taunted. Harry felt his heart grow heavy.

'He um he had to um work,' Harry told them. 'He w-wanted to come but.....'

'Harry,' Niall stopped him. 'It doesn't matter yeah. All that matters is that you're here.' Niall gave Nick a killer look. Harry felt a lump close around his throat and he picked up his beer and took a healthy swallow hoping it would dislodge the lump. He decided then to get wasted. What better way was there to forget Louis than to drown him out with alcohol? He picked up another shot and downed it.

'I want to get drunk,' he told his friends and they all cheered loudly as Ed motioned to the bar tender for another round. The drinks flowed and Harry began to relax and the memory of Louis receded to the back of his mind but he couldn't help throwing the occasional glance towards door or the hope inside his chest that Louis would walk through them. And the more he looked, the more he drank just to make his mind stop asking him to look and his heart to hope.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time and their good time was stepped up just as a member of the staff announced that karaoke would start soon. Immediately, Niall, Nick and Liam were all up for urging everyone to take part. Harry's foggy mind agreed but first he excused himself to go to the bathroom after refusing assistance from Nick who had been taking advantage of a drunk Harry to touch him and hold him close.

Harry stumbled a little on the way to the men's restroom and when he got there, he was grateful that it was empty. As soon as he closed the door behind him, the noise was drowned out. He rested his arms on the sink because his head was spinning a little too fast and he needed to regain some sort of control over his drunken self. He looked in the mirror and he tried to smile at himself but the image was distorted and his eyes weren't focusing. He pulled out his phone hoping Louis might have texted him but when he swiped it, there was nothing. And Harry felt the familiar hollow in his chest that had settled since Louis had dumped him on the door step of his apartment right after landing in Heathrow that morning.

He went into a cubicle, closed the toilet seat, locked the door and sat down. The cubicle spun a little and for a while he had to hold onto the sides to keep from tipping sideways. He giggled to himself. When the cubicle stopped spinning, Harry scrolled through the photos he had taken of them in Paris and when he saw Louis' face he felt the urge to cry. He quickly went to his contacts and stopped over Louis' name. He hit dial and waited as he heard the ringtone then he was met with the mechanical voice of "you have reached mailbox". Harry huffed and let her finish then when he heard the beep, he took in a deep breath.

'Hi Louis,' he slurred into the phone. 'Its me Harry. I just called to say I miss you. It hurts where I miss you. I keep thinking of yesterday and last night and,' he paused because he got all choked up. 'And I know you don't want me anymore. I know that but I can't help the way I feel. I'm so sorry. I'm kinda drunk but my heart really hurts because you are not here with me and I really really like really miss you. Okay I'll go now.' He hung up and walked out of the restroom without a second thought because if he stayed in there for another minute, he would definitely call Louis again and cry on the phone while begging him to come get him.

X

Louis arrived at the designated restaurant where he was to have his business dinner with his potential client. As he walked inside, he wondered if Harry was enjoying his birthday with his friends and he couldn't help the stab of jealousy he felt that somebody else was spoiling him and making him laugh and happy. He knew it was cruel and irresponsible of him to just dump him right after he had made love to him but he couldn't do otherwise.

You should've thought of that before you deflowered him. You should've left the boy untouched but no you had to ruin him and leave him. Nice going!

For once, Louis didn't feel anger towards his subconscious because it was right. He should've left him as he found him, untouched, but Louis was selfish and since Harry was eager to give out, then who was he to deny himself and not take?

He walked inside and the Maitre' D showed him to a table where four men were already seated. Louis never liked to be punctual for a business meeting of this kind. Let them sweat it out for ten minutes he reckoned. The men stood up and shook his hand while introductions where being made. Louis ordered a neat Scotch. He had a feeling he might need a few of these tonight before the night was over. And so it commenced. He sat there sipping his whiskey and nibbling at food while he listened to propositions and ideas, discussions and arguments. He nodded where was needed and talked when it was absolutely necessary.

After half an hour of this, the main course arrived and Louis realized he was famished. As he began to eat, he felt his phone vibrate. While the men talked amongst themselves, Louis took out his phone and saw that he had a voice mail. Thinking it was from the office, he punched in his security code and waited. When he heard Harry's broken and slurry voice coming through his phone, his heart fell. When he heard his choked up words, he felt himself die a little inside. When Harry hung up, he got up and pushed his chair back. The four men looked up at him.

''I apologize for cutting this short but I just got an emergency call and I need to go. Please call my secretary and reschedule. Send the bill to my company.' He quickly shook hands with the men and dashed outside where Angus was waiting for him. He got inside, told him where to go and told Angus to step on it.

X

When Louis arrived at the pub slash wine bar that Harry had told him they would be celebrating his birthday at, it was in the exact moment that Harry was being urged to go up and sing. Louis stopped by the doorway and his eyes zoomed in on Harry. He was laughing that cute smile of his while pushing his curls away from his face. His friends were urging him on and he was slowly succumbing. Louis didn't miss the way Nick's hands where going up and down his back and his arms.That son of a bitch was feeling him up and Harry was letting him.

He's drunk. He probably doesn't even know who's touching him. Don't unleash your anger on the boy.

Louis watched as Harry, all smiles and flushed cheeks made his way up to the small stage and took the microphone in his hand while his friends whistled and clapped and cheered him on. The music started and Louis froze. It was one of them songs that Leonard had put on his phone (because secretly Louis had listened to a few of them but nobody needed to know that) and he recognized this one. He stood immobile as Harry parted his red plumb lips, albeit swaying a little bit and his beautiful voice came out:

I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

What started out as friendship has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show

Louis gulped hard. Those words coming out of Harry's mouth combined with the sad lost look now Harry sported made Louis feel somewhat a little weak. Harry's face had lost the smile and he seemed to be deep in thought, far away from the noisy bar. He kept his eyes down, shielded so no one could see his emotions but Louis felt them. From across the crowded bar, he felt them.

I tell myself I can't hold out forever

I said there is no reason for my fear

'Cause I feel so secure when we're together

You give my life direction, you make everything so clear

And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night

And I'm getting closer that I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore..........

Louis was lost and hooked and drawn in. Harry's voice was deep and beautiful and he sang with feeling and emotion and meaning and Louis knew that Harry was sad and that he was sad because of him. Because he had hurt him. His mouth hung a little open as he watched him up there sing his heart out.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

Cos you take me to the places that alone I'd never find......

Louis was contemplating whether to leave this hell hole and Harry behind once and for all because the rawness in Harry's voice and emotions all splayed out for everyone to see was making Louis feel too many things, or go up there, grab him by the arm and drag him outside and shake him hard, which was not a very good idea unless he wanted Harry to throw up all over his Yves Saint Laurent suit. He battled with his rational mind, his common sense, his subconscious and his heart on what to do but his heart won out because he found himself walking forward further into the bar until he was standing with Harry's friends at their table just in time as Harry finished the song. It was Liam who noticed him first.

'Mr. Tomlinson!' he exclaimed. 'Hi. Hello. We didn't um, I mean Harry said....'

'I wasn't coming?' Louis cut him off. 'Well I changed my mind.' By now the others noticed him and all turned to greet him. They introduced themselves to him full of excitement except Nick who simply scowled at him. Louis shook their hands politely but he wasn't really impressed with the group of people. His sole purpose of being here was Harry not to socialize. By now Harry stumbled his way over and immediately settled between Nick's legs not seeing Louis right away. Nick was quick to wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, his back to his chest.

'You were amazing out there handsome,' Nick told him, fully aware that Louis eyes were on them. Louis cleared his throat and Harry's eyes met his. He saw them widen a fraction as if in surprise but the bastard was a little bit too intoxicated to react to Louis' presence. He snuggled further between Nick's legs and Louis felt his blood boil.

He probably thinks you're a hallucination. You did tell him you weren't coming!

Hallucination my ass! Louis snapped back at his subconscious, who even it with its snarky remarks shied away into the dark recess of Louis' brain from the temper that was slowly brewing inside Louis. Louis kept his eyes narrowed and trained on Harry but the bastard was avoiding his gaze at all costs as he downed another shot and let Nick's hands slowly crawl up his chest.

'Harry,' Louis said his name sternly, still Harry kept his eyes lowered. 'I want a word with you.' Harry bit his lower lip.

'No,' he slurred. Louis ground his teeth together. This motherfucker was going to play up in front of his friends was he?

'Now!' Louis emphasized the word but Harry kept his head down and shook it slightly. Liam, Zayn and Niall looked from one to the other not oblivious to the tension between them.

'He's kinda busy at the moment,' Nick smirked at him and Louis wanted to reach out and smack him across his face and wipe off that stupid grin off his face once and for all. Louis watched as Nick nuzzled his face into Harry's back and Harry let him. Harry was fucking letting him touch him!

'Get your fucking hands off of him,' Louis said through gritted teeth but that only made Nick grin wider.

'He's not yours. Aren't you Harry darling?' Nick asked him sweetly as Harry continued to chew on his bottom lip not looking up. Louis struggled hard to keep his cool, to not lose his shit. He was in a public place and he was a public figure. He didn't want to end up on some tabloid screaming about how Louis Tomlinson of TGE was in a bar fight! He gave Nick his bitch face.

'The only reason he is letting you touch him is because he is intoxicated. So have some self respect and dignity and save yourself the embarrassment of latching on to someone who won't look at you twice when he's sober. We all know who Harry wants now get your fucking hands off of him before I call the police.' Louis' voice was like steel. The rest of the boys didn't even breathe. Nick scoffed, his hands still around Harry.

'You want to call the coppers on me just because I have my arms wrapped around my best friend hmm?' Louis' clear blue eyes remained fixed on Nick.

'No because you stole my wallet,' he told him in a cold voice.

'I did no such thing!' Nick exclaimed in protest. Louis smirked.

'Oh but you will though unless you release him. Now! The police will believe me not some piece of low life shit like you.' Louis heard gasps around him and watched Nick's eyes grow wide.

'You are a manipulating son of a bitch,' Nick hissed at him. Louis raised a shoulder and let it fall, the movement almost elegant.

'I've been called much worse and for far less,' Louis told him calmly even though underneath the surface there was a raging battle going on. He felt his muscles all tense and his veins were pulled taught like guitar stings. Still, Harry stayed between the asshole's legs not daring to look up. Nick made to get up, pushing Harry off of him a little too roughly who staggered forward straight into Liam's arms who righted him. Louis remained calm waiting for Nick to make one false move but Niall and Zayn were quick to intervene and slam Nick back down on the stool.

'You wouldn't want to do anything stupid,' Zayn hissed at him but Nick kept his furious eyes on Louis. On the other hand, Louis was looking intently at Harry who looked frightened and lost.

'Can we talk now?' Louis asked him, his voice still emotionless. 'Or are we not done with the drama yet?' Harry did not move or raise his head to look at Louis. Liam felt him shake a little and knew he was afraid of Louis. Liam looked at Louis.

'Maybe you should talk to him tomorrow?' he suggested his voice subdued because if he was to be honest, Louis' attitude sent shivers down his own spine. He radiated dominance and control and a whole lot of power. Louis slowly looked at Liam.

'If I wanted counselling, I would've called my lawyer,' he told him icily. 'Harry!' he said, his voice deadly.

'Can't you see he doesn't want to go with you?' Nick yelled. 'He's fucking scared shitless of you.'

'Take a hike dickhead,' Louis told him, his eyes still on Harry.

'Okay okay guys please,' Niall interfered. Louis gives him a side way glance.

'And you are?' he asked. Niall looked at him pointedly.

'Taking Harry to the restrooms because he's not looking too well,' Niall snapped at him and Louis had to admit he was a little surprised by the boys' balls. He liked this one best. Louis said nothing but watched as Niall gently led Harry to the restrooms. When they were gone, Louis returned his gaze on a furious Nick.

'You know he'll never want you right?' Louis told him in a flat voice. Nick's eyes raged with anger.

'Just as I know you will never want him,' Nick spat at him. Louis smiled, a small self assured smile.

'Oh but I do want him,' Louis stated matter of factly.

'You are only using him until you get what you want out of him,' Nick growled. Again Louis smiled but this time it was a victorious smile.

'I see he didn't tell you. Well, if that were the case, that I was only using him for one thing only as you say that I am, then I guess I wouldn't be here right now would I, since I got what I wanted already.' Liam and Zayn gasped loudly at this revelation. Louis felt a wave of satisfaction run through him as he saw Nick's face register what he had just told him, the pain in his eyes, the disappointment and the loss. 'You need to give this crush up Nicholas. Harry will never ever belong to you. I am where he wants to be and I am what he wants so if you are going to continue with this school girl crush you have on him, you might as well do it from afar. Don't ever let me catch you with your filthy hands on him ever again.' Before Nick could reply, Niall and Harry returned, Harry looking somewhat a little revived though still swaying a little.

'Ready to go?' Louis asked him. Harry gave him a small nod, still not meeting his gaze. Zayn looked at Louis.

'Maybe we should just taking him home. He doesn't look too well.' Louis internally rolled his eyes. Harry's friends were fucking annoying, except the Irish one.

'I am taking him home. My home. Its where he belongs,' Louis told him curtly then looked at Harry. 'Lets go.' Before he turned to go, Niall grabbed his arm just above the elbow and Louis felt the urge to smack his hand away. Still, he looked at him waiting for what he had to say. Niall leaned in a little closer to him.

'Don't hurt him,' he told him, his voice steady. 'Harry is sensitive and good. He's a good kid and he's my best mate so if you hurt him you will have to deal with me. I don't give a fuck how rich and powerful you are, when it comes to Harry, I will defend him.' Louis looked at him with amusement in his eyes and a sense of respect that someone was willing to stand up for Harry even against him. Louis tapped his shoulder.

'You have spunk kid. I could use someone like you on my team.' Louis put his hand inside his breast pocket of his jacket and produced a business card. 'If you want to try out for a job with my company, call my secretary and set up an interview. I admire someone with balls.' He gave Niall a wink then looked at Harry. 'Lets go,' he told him and began walking towards the door, while Harry trailed after him, saying goodbye to his friends. When Harry got outside, he found Louis waiting for him by the open door of the car.

'Get in the God damn car,' Louis hissed through his teeth. Harry silently walked past him and slid into the backseat. Harry's heart was beating furiously in his chest and what was making it worse was that he still felt whoozy from all the drinking even though he had thrown up when he had gone to the restroom with Niall and Niall had wet his face and got him a tonic to settle his stomach.

Louis got in the car beside him but didn't look at him or say anything. Angus put the car in motion and the drive to Louis house was a silent one. Harry could tell that Louis was angry but he couldn't exactly understand why. When they got to the house, Louis dismissed Angus for the night and he walked inside, Harry following closely. Louis went straight into the kitchen where Leonard and Mrs. Davis where waiting for him.

'Get out! Both of you, leave. Now!' Louis roared his voice echoing around the huge kitchen. Harry swallowed hard as he watched Mrs.Davis and Leonard hurry off, their scared faces giving him pitying looks.

'Sit the fuck down!' Louis yelled and Harry was quick to slide on to a stool. 'Did you eat?' Louis asked him.

'No,' Harry said quietly not daring to look at Louis.

'How very fucking mature of you! You go out drinking on an empty stomach? No wonder you're hammered.' Louis turned his back on Harry and opened the fridge, taking out a plate of food that Mrs. Davis had prepared for him. He popped the plate into the microwave and timed it for five minutes. When the bell dinged indicating the food was ready,Louis took out the plate and placed it in front of Harry.

'Eat,' he ordered. 'You have that fucking photo shoot tomorrow with Marc and I need you sober. I don't want you fucking up this chance for yourself.' Louis was trying to contain his anger but he couldn't. He watched as Harry placed a forkful of food into his mouth and chewed slowly.

'What the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there ha Harry?' Louis yelled at him, making Harry jump a little. Harry looked up at him with big doe eyes, slightly glazed and looking innocent.

'Don't you fucking dare look innocent! Don't you even fucking dare pull that shit on me Harry I warn you,' Louis roared and immediately Harry looked down and away from him. He bit his lower lip and said nothing. What could he say? He didn't even know if there was anything to say to Louis at this point.

'What were you thinking flirting with that fucking piece of shit like that? Right in my face? Embarrassing me like that! What would you have done if I hadn't come when I did huh? Would you have let him touch you or maybe fuck you? Are you that fucking easy? You must be since you have been fucking throwing yourself at me from day one!' Harry felt the need to cry at Louis' harsh words. He wasn't easy! That hurt!

'N-no I....' he began but Louis cut him off.

'Don't you fucking try to weasel your way out of it by lying! I. Saw. You. He had his stinking hands all over you and you were there between his god damn legs like you belonged there! What the fuck is wrong with you?' The urgent need to cry was ever growing in Harry. He kept his head down.

'You...you don't want me,' he said very softly.

'Excuse me?' Louis bellowed.

'You....you don't...'

'Don't fucking repeat it Harry! Why do you always assume shit? How did you even come to this conclusion? Did that piece of trash put this in your head?' Louis asked him angrily. Harry shook his head slightly.

'I...I saw the article in the Sun. W-what you said about...me....us,' Harry told him. Louis huffed and looked at the ceiling in frustration.

'That's to keep you fucking private and out of the media Harry! I am fucking looking out for you. I know those hungry sharks especially if Dan fucking Wootan gets his claws in you what they will do to you.' Louis slammed his hand down hard on the counter making Harry jump. 'You were so fucking quick to let yourself be touched by someone else.' Harry swallowed hard.

'I'm s-sorry,' he whispered.

'You fucking should be! Did I not tell you that you're mine?' Louis growled out. Harry raised his head and looked at him, his eyes glistening.

'Am I?' he asked him in a shaky voice. Louis ran a hand through his hair more frustrated than ever.

'Back to this again are we? I think I told you that.....'

'I know,' Harry stopped him. 'You don't date. Don't commit yourself. Don't do relationships. So I'm yours how exactly? Like property?' Louis slammed his hand down on the counter again.

'Don't fucking push it Harry. Fuck! Why do you have to complicate things? Can't you just be mine without strings attached and without fucking drama? I am not keeping you prisoner here. This is no fucking Stockholm Syndrome. You can leave anytime you want.' Louis paused and took in a deep breath and he told him a little more calmly : 'I want you to stay. I want us to have fun together but if you want more from me, then fucking leave now because I haven't got anymore to offer you and this will be the last time I will say this Harry. I mean it.' Harry didn't look back up at Louis. He slid off the stool and walked over to him and stood before him.

'I'm sorry,' he said quietly. 'I'm sorry for flirting with Nick.' He stopped and looked into Louis eyes as his fingers found Louis' belt and quickly undid it, pulling it free out of the loops. He held it in his hand and offered it to Louis. 'You can punish me as you see it fit,' he told him in a husky voice and Louis nearly passed out at his words. He felt all his anger drain away and his heart started hammering hard in his chest. Did Harry want him to smack him with the belt? How did Harry even know about this? Yeah that would be fit. That would be so fit to beat the living shit out of him for being a prick and God Louis wanted to do it. His fingers ached to be wrapped around that piece of leather and smack him till he begged......No! He took the belt from Harry's hand.

'No Harry,' he told him quietly. 'I won't beat you but you will be punished for being a teaser. You like to tease? Well two can play that game. Let's go upstairs.' Louis turned and walked out of the kitchen with Harry following behind. Once they were in the guest bedroom that had been given to Harry the night of the party, Louis sat down in the armchair and looked up at Harry who stood by the bed waiting for directions.

'You are making a habit of getting shit faced and I cannot tolerate that. Today you embarrassed me in front of your friends. You know that right?' Harry fidgeted with his fingers.

'Yes Sir,' he said softly.

'Good,' Louis told him. 'Now I want you to undressed, get on the bed and touch yourself.' Harry's head snapped up quickly and he locked eyes with Louis.

'W-what?' he asked him horrified. Was Louis seriously asking him to get naked and....and do that? In front of him? Harry felt a blush start from the tip of his toes right up to his face. Louis could see his embarrassment and discomfort. Good. Two can play at this game.

'Touch yourself,' Louis ordered. 'While I watch you. Let me see what you do when you're alone Harry.' Harry fidgeted with his fingers as he stood before Louis. He had never done anything of this sort. It was embarrassing. Louis was asking for a very intimate thing, a private thing. Louis watched the conflict on his face. He was enjoying this and the fact that Harry was timid made it even more of a turn on. Harry sighed and slowly pulled off his blazer and tee shirt. He toed off his boots and pulled off his socks. He was nervous. This wasn't like stripping. Stripping was putting on a show but this? Harry gulped and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his long legs and kicking them off. He stood in just his boxers and gave Louis a hopeful look that maybe he would change his mind about this but Louis sat in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, cocked an eyebrow at him and patiently waited for him to get started. With a little bit of courage, Harry pulled off his boxers.

He got on the bed and relaxed as much as he could considering the room was spinning a little and he was naked in front of Louis and about to touch himself for him. He took in a deep breath to steady his nerves and wrapped his fist around his dick and started pumping.

'Slowly,' Louis told him. 'I want to enjoy the show and whatever you do, do not come!' Harry took in another deep breath, exhaling slowly and began stroking himself slowly till he was fully hard. He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow, biting hard on his lower lip. He began thrusting his hips up into his fist, letting out little soft moans. He squeezed the base of his dick, arching his back off the bed and letting out a slightly louder moan.

'God Louis...Louis,' he moaned out as he pleased himself and Louis nearly died on the spot, hearing his name fall out of Harry's lips. So he thought about him when he touched himself!

Louis sat transfixed staring at the beautiful boy before him, stroking himself, the way he was moving his hips bucking up into his tightly closed fist. Louis felt his own dick grow hard and full. He leaned over towards the bedside table and opened it, producing a bottle of lube which he threw next to Harry.

'Open yourself up,' Louis ordered and Harry's movements stopped abruptly, his eyes opened and he looked at Louis. God, did Louis really want to see him fuck himself? From the look on his face, Harry knew that he did. Harry gulped, took the lube and poured some on his fingers. He planted his feet on the bed, spreading his thighs giving Louis a good view. His middle finger made its way down to his hole and very gently he eased the tip inside. He wasn't very sore and his finger slipped in easily. He closed his eyes again and sighed pushing in his finger all the way to the knuckle.

'Ahhhh Louis,' he moaned and Louis felt it go straight to his dick which was now impossibly hard. Harry began thrusting his finger in and out of his hole while with his other hand he pumped his dick to the same rhythm.

'Add another,' Louis ordered and Harry brought his index finger next to his hole pushing it in next to the other. He made a whining noise low in his throat.

'Does it hurt?' Louis asked him.

'N-no,' Harry gasped out as he began fucking himself with two fingers and pumping his dick at the same time. His body was shaking and he could feel the beginning of his orgasm. While Louis watched Harry fuck himself he took off his shirt and shoes.

'I-I'm c-close L-Louis I- I please,' Harry begged frantically.

'Okay stop,' Louis told him and Harry pulled his fingers out and let go of his still very hard dick. He was panting heavily, his mind distorted from the alcohol and the sensations he had given his body only to be told to stop before his release. He needed more. He needed to come. Louis got naked and climbed on top of him and Harry could've cried from the relief of feeling him, his skin warm over his, of having him close once again. Harry melted beneath him. Louis gently removed the hair out of his face.

'You did so well,' Louis praised him. 'But you will not pull this shit on me ever again you hear?' Harry looked into his blue eyes.

'I won't. I'm so sorry. I-I.....'

'Shh shh its okay,' Louis reassured him when he saw Harry's lower lip tremble and his eyes glisten. He leaned down and captured Harry's lips in a slow, languid kiss, easing his tongue into Harry's willing mouth and kissing him gently. Harry wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer if that were possible, wrapping his long legs around Louis' waist. Louis pulled back from the kiss.

'Can I make love to you?' he asked him and Harry nodded.

'Please,' Harry whined.

Louis kissed him again while with his other hand he placed his dick at Harry's hole and began pushing inside him ever so gently. Harry gasped in his mouth.

'Does it hurt?' Louis asked him, his lips touching his.

'No,' Harry whispered. 'Please Louis I need to come.' Louis kissed his forehead.

'You will,' he told him and eased himself inside Harry. Harry could feel the burn and stretch again but it was better than yesterday. Louis gave him time to adjust then began to roll his hips, pulling out and pushing back in slowly and gently, the drag of skin on skin feeling heavenly to both. Harry dug his heels into Louis bum and pulled him in closer. Louis thrust in long and deep, taking his time kissing Harry and swallowing all his moans and sinful whines. He took his time watching Harry's face, the way his eyes were closed and the way he scrunched them up tightly with every push and pull from Louis, his mouth partly open letting out soft whines and whimpers which drove Louis on to go deeper inside of him, his short blunt fingernails digging into his back, scratching, clawing, his legs tightening around him dragging him even deeper inside of him. Louis loved the way Harry gave himself over to him so completely.

This kind of sex drove Louis crazy. He had never done it like this before and he loved it. He loved moving slowly inside Harry without a condom, feeling his wet velvet walls, the warm heat that engulfed him and the tightness of Harry especially when he clenched down around him almost making his dick hurt. Nobody had ever pulled out an orgasm out of him but Harry pulled them out nice and sweet and he milked him till the last drop of cum spurted out of him, filling him up. And Louis lets him. Lets him take his orgasms out of him.

Louis grabbed Harry from the back of his thigh and raised his leg higher around his waist as he thrust into him a little harder and Harry arched his back off the mattress and whined loudly.

'Ahhh Lou.....please....don't stop....oh God,' he whimpered as he scratched at Louis back trying to hold on to him and Louis knew he had hit his prostate. He picked up a different pace thrusting inside him shallow and quick, his jabs hitting his prostate dead on relentlessly making Harry actually cry. He saw his tears fall out of his eyes as he mumbled out words and long drawn moans. Louis leaned down and kissed his face tasting his salty tears on his cheeks.

'It's okay baby I got you,' Louis whispered against Harry's lips as he continued his assault on his prostate. Harry was gasping and begging Louis, for what he didn't know but he kept repeating please please please.

'What do you want?' Louis asked him breathlessly because he was overexerting himself snapping his hips in short shallow thrusts to keep hitting Harry's prostate. 'Tell me love,' Louis coaxed him seeing what a mess Harry was.

'I need to...please can I? Can I come?' Harry gasped out in frustration. Louis had forgotten that he had told him not to come and he felt his heart go out to him having held out this long without coming. Louis kissed him on his cheeks and jaw and neck, anywhere he could reach.

'Can you come untouched for me?' Louis couldn't help his dominant side. He just couldn't and he wanted to dominate Harry even his dick if possible.

'Y-yeah,' Harry panted. 'I-I t-think I c-can.' Louis continued thrusting in and out of him, speeding up his pace. He supported his weight on his forearms knowing that the position of his body and his movements would put friction on Harry's dick that was trapped between them. His own orgasm was building up. He could feel it coming on like a tidal wave, his spine tingling and his lower abdomen pulling. He felt Harry's legs tremble and his hold on him getting tighter. He knew Harry was close. A few more thrusts and he felt Harry's body go rigid, his hips bucking up as he came hard between them.

'LouisLouisLouisLouisLouis,' he moaned out as his body spasamed and trembled with the force of his orgasm. He clenched down tightly around Louis' dick and that was what did it for Louis. Harry's tight clenching pulled out Louis' orgasm and he spurted hotly into him.

'Jesus fucking holy shit Harry oh fuck fuck,' he groaned out as he kept coming inside Harry, his own body trembling and shaking. Louis remained inside Harry until his cock went soft, all the while kissing the boy beneath him who was lost somewhere due to the force of his orgasm. Louis gently pulled out of Harry and lay down next to him just as Harry opened his eyes and turned on his side to look at Louis who was still breathing a little hard. Harry scooted over, wanting to still feel Louis. It scared him how much he craved his touch. Louis looked at him and put an arm around him pulling him into his chest.

'You were fucking amazing,' Louis whispered into the dark quiet room.

'So were you,' Harry told him softly, his voice sounding as fucked out as he was. There was a moment of silence. 'I'm sorry Louis,' Harry whispered. 'For what I did.' Louis pulled him tighter to him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

'I know you are. Just....' Louis paused and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. 'Just don't do it again. I didn't like the feeling it gave me. You're mine.'

'Yours,' Harry agreed. 'Without strings attached.' Louis smiled even though Harry couldn't see him.

'Sleep,' Louis told him. 'We have to be up early for Marc's shoot. He's a bossy son of a bitch and likes things done his way.' Harry cuddled closer to Louis.

'Stay with me,' he told him as he yawned loudly, his eyes drooping heavily with sleep. Louis said nothing just gently ran his hand up and down Harry's arm, lulling him to sleep. When he was sure Harry was asleep, he very gently removed himself and went to his own bedroom. There was no way he was going to have a repeat what happened in Paris.

X

By 7:30 am Louis and Harry had arrived at Trafalgar Square. Part of it was closed off to the public and it was there that Louis headed towards with Harry tagging in tow.

'Can you try not to limp?' Louis asked him with a smile on his face. Harry grinned at him.

'Your fault!' he stated as his cheeks turing a little pink.

'Marc is going to have a field day if he sees you walking like that. He will bust my balls about it,' Louis complained. Harry walked a little closer to him.

'Let him know you own me,' Harry whispered and Louis gave him a surprised look.

'Can you not talk to me like that in that tone of voice at fucking 7:30 on a bloody Tuesday morning? Not a good idea to give me a boner right now.'

'We can go back home,' Harry suggested. Louis rolled his eyes.

'As much as I'd love to, I have to get to my office and do my job.' Harry licked his lips.

'Hmm that desk of yours....'

'Harry shut the fuck up,' Louis snapped at him playfully making Harry laugh out loud.

'Sorry,' he apologized. 'But maybe I can drop by after I'm done here?' Harry suggested. He was feeling happy and a little bit bold. He woke up alone in his bed this morning and he dreaded another brushoff from Louis but this morning Louis had greeted him with a long passionate kiss when they met on the landing and explained that he'd rather sleep alone and that Harry shouldn't take it personally or as if Louis didn't want him. Harry had nodded and followed him downstairs and together they had breakfast and left to come and meet Marc.

'Good idea,' Louis told him. 'I might use a distraction. I have too many fucking meetings this morning and afternoon. Aren't you going to Uni after you're done with the shoot?' Louis asked him. Harry sighed.

'I could do with a day off. Besides, I'd rather come see you....'

'Harry,' Louis told him in his voice stern. 'What did I tell you about your education? You won't graduate by taking days off. You had yesterday off for your birthday. Not a good idea to miss two days in a row.' Harry knew that Louis was right. He had exams at the end of February and he couldn't fall back now. Louis saw the scowl on his face. 'Look, finish the shoot and go to Uni. I'll probably be in the office a little late so maybe you can come by after you finish your lectures. Then I'll take you to dinner. How does that sound?' Harry gave him his full dimpled smile.

'I like that. Nothing too fancy okay.' Louis rolled his eyes.

'You want me to take you to KFC?' he asked him playfully. Harry giggled.

'Sounds good. Anywhere is good with you.' They stopped talking and just looked at each other and Louis liked this. He liked this feeling he was getting. This feeling of having somebody......

'You're fucking late!' a voice disturbed their moment and Louis and Harry both turned to see Marc striding towards them.

'So sue me,' Louis told him. Marc smirked at him.

'Full of shit as always. You brought my photographer in late,' Marc told him sulking then he turned to Harry with a big smile on his face. 'Darling its so nice to see you again and dare I say you look outrageously handsome in my shirt,' Marc told him as he fingered the shirt Harry was wearing, a cream shirt with various motorbikes on it under his black blazer. Louis rolled his eyes.

'Will you stop flattering yourself? And hands off the workers please unless you want him to file a sexual harassment complaint?' Louis asked quirking an eyebrow at Marc.

'Don't you have a job to get back to or some meeting?'

'I will as soon as I see that Harry is settled,' Louis told him. Marc turned to Harry.

'Harry darling you can go over there where Alejandro is and he will give you the details,' Marc told him sweetly. Harry nodded and turned to Louis.

'I'll see you later then?' Harry asked him a little timidly. Louis desperately wanted to touch his cheek and kiss him on the forehead but he couldn't. Not out here in the open.

'Yes. Do you need anything? Will you be alright?' Louis asked him and Marc made a snorting sound.

'He's not going to kindergarten you know and I will take very good care of him in your absence.'

'Fuck off Marc,' Louis told him. Harry giggled.

'I'm good,' he told Louis. 'I will be fine.' Louis nodded at him.

'Okay. Have a good day then.' Harry walked away from them towards where a man was set up with various photographic equipment. Both Louis and Marc looked at him as he walked away.

'Is he limping?' Marc asked Louis, trying to hide a smile.

'Drop it.' Marc laughed.

'Oh my God. You had him didn't you? You took his virginity! Oh my God how was it? Were you sweet and gentle? You didn't go caveman on him did you?' Louis huffed out a breath.

'Do you think I'm gonna stand here in the middle of Trafalgar fucking Square and discuss my sexual activities with you?' Louis asked him. Marc pouted.

'I was hoping you would. I mean look at that ass....'

'Marc! Shut the fuck up,' Louis snapped at him. 'Instead why don't you use that filthy mouth of yours to tell me why the fuck Alejandro is still here? I thought you sent him packing back to Cuba.' Marc sighed in annoyance.

'First of all he's from Columbia. I already told you that. Second of all, he's here to assist Harry. Harry has no experience in this field of work and I haven't seen any of his work either and I really can't go into this blindly Lou. Alejandro will coach him on how to direct the models, to tell them what he wants from them so we can get the best pictures. Also, I want Alejandro to take back up photos and before you protest and threaten me, its only in case of emergencies. If Harry's pictures don't turn out good, at least I will have back ups but if Harry's pictures are good, they will be the ones published like I promised you. Plus, to have convinced Alejandro to stay, it cost me a fucking blow job! A blow job which you should have given me by the way.' Louis snorted.

'In your fucking wildest dreams,' he told him. 'How long do you think you will keep Harry?' Marc tapped a manicured finger against his bottom lip.

'Well I have four locations to shoot. Here, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square and Covent Garden. If it all runs smoothly and the weather holds we should be done in maybe 3 hours.' Louis looked at his watch.

'Good. He needs to get to Uni so don't make him late,' Louis told him as he began walking towards the car. 'Also, I didn't tell him about him walking for you so ask him. It will make his day.' Marc clapped his hands happily.

'I can be very persuasive.' Louis threw him a death glare.

'Hands off him, I'm warning you and keep your flirting to a minimum of zero!' Marc flapped a hand at him.

'Yeah yeah whatever.'

x

Louis was having a coffee break when Harry's message came in. He swiped his phone and read it.

[From Harry]

Just finished photo shoot now. It was amazing. And Marc wants me to model for him! I'm so excited. I'll tell you about it later. Heading to Uni. Missed only one lecture ;)

Louis smiled at the cute message and he could feel Harry's excitement just from his written message. He tapped a quick reply.

[From Louis]

Good. Looking forward to hearing all about it. See you later.

The day went by excruciatingly slow for both of them but finally Harry was out for the day. He took out his phone and looked at the time. Quarter to five. He quickly sent Louis a text to let him know he was on the way to his office. Harry felt so happy he was kinda scared because too many good things were happening to him and he wasn't the type of person that good things happened to, so he was a little afraid to be too happy. Still, he couldn't contain his happiness when he got off on Louis' floor and the smiley receptionist knew him right away.

'Mr. Styles welcome,' she greeted him and Harry gave her his blinding dimpled smile. 'Please go right on through. He's waiting for you.' Harry thanked her and tried his best not to skip down the hallway. He tapped on Louis' door and pushed it open, peeking inside. Louis was sitting at his desk talking on the phone but he motioned for Harry to come in, which Harry did. He left his bag by the door and walked straight to Louis' desk and sat on the desk right in front of Louis, trapping Louis between his long legs. Louis smiled up at him and ran a hand up his thigh while still talking on the phone. Harry leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes loving the feeling of Louis touching him. When Louis hung up, he smiled at Harry.

'Hi,' he told him. Harry leaned over and placed his lips close to Louis'.

'Hi yourself. I missed you,' he told him in his deep voice. Louis stood up and moved in closer to Harry. Harry spread his legs a little farther to accommodate Louis between his legs. He loved having him between his legs.

'So you're finally on my desk,' Louis told him playfully, curling one of his long curls around his finger.

'I am,' Harry agreed looking into Louis' eyes, which he noticed had gone a little dark. Louis leaned in and kissed him, slowly at first but when Harry placed his feet behind Louis' knees and pulled him closer till their clothed semi hard dicks brushed, the kiss became hungrier. Louis pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth, gripping his waist and digging his fingers in. Louis gently rolled his hips causing friction on their dicks and Harry whined out loud. Louis pulled back.

'Quiet,' he told him. 'We don't want anyone hearing you do we?' Harry shook his head and Louis attacked his lips again. They built up a rhythm, rutting against each other and kissing sloppily until Louis pulled back panting a little.

'As much as I want you, I can't fuck you on my desk Harry, not with all my employees out there.' Harry made a small whining noise of protest in the back of his throat, looking up at Louis through his lashes. Louis stroked his cheek with the back of his hand.

'I know,' Harry said pouting a little. He pushed Louis back till he flopped back down in his chair. Harry slid off the desk and got down on his knees between Louis' legs. 'But I am going to give you head so you are the one who should be quiet.' Before Louis could protest, Harry unbuckled his belt and unzipped him in record time. He pulled out his dick and licked at his tip. Louis gripped the arms of his chair.

'Jesus fucking Christ,' he hissed. Harry looked up at him, his lips inches away from the head.

'Quiet,' he teased using Louis' own word. He took Louis down in one mouthful making Louis buck up harshly off his chair and hit the back of Harry's throat but Harry didn't seem to be bothered. He worked Louis' dick like a pro, bobbing his head and sucking hard, twirling his tongue round the tip and dipping it into the slit all the while pumping the rest with his fist. Louis was seeing stars! Louis tried to get Harry off because he could hear voices in the corridor outside his door but Harry gripped his thighs tightly keeping him in place and kept working his mouth on Louis' dick. Louis closed his eyes tightly shut and bucked up into Harry's mouth again as he chased his orgasm. Finally he felt it. It was happening. He couldn't even tell Harry that he was close, he just exploded into his mouth, biting down hard on his lower lip to stop himself from screaming out loud. When Harry pulled off, Louis looked down at him adoringly and pulled him onto his lap.

'God that was amazing but what if somebody had walked in Harry?' Louis asked him and Harry shrugged.

'But they didn't and spontaneous heads are the best ones. Admit it.' Louis had to laugh at his cheekiness. He placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

'I agree,' he told him. 'Now let me finish my last few phone calls and we can go for dinner. Hungry?'

'Starving,' Harry told him as he plopped down on Louis' leather couch.

'Anywhere in particular you want to go?' Louis asked him. Harry shook his head.

'Nah just somewhere quiet. I have a lot to tell you.'

x

At ten thirty that evening, Louis and Harry walked out of the restaurant into the cold London night. They had a nice dinner with a bottle of wine and some lovely dessert while Harry talked about his photo shoot and how Alejandro had coached him through it all. And he was ever so excited that Marc wanted him to walk for him for his next men's collection and Louis had been blown away that Harry had asked him if he minded at all if he would try out for Marc. Louis had been so moved that Harry had even thought about asking him that he promised Harry that once his exams where over and he was out on his Easter break, they would fly to L.A so he could try out for Marc and see if he liked it. Harry nearly choked him to death by hugging him too tightly.

Now they stood outside as they waited for Angus to pick them up. He wasn't usually late but he had informed Louis that there had been an accident and there was a traffic build up. Harry brushed Louis' hand with his own. He knew he couldn't show much PDA when they were outside for fear of being papped.

'Thank you for everything,' Harry told him, his voice thick with emotion. Louis gave him a small smile.

'I should be thanking you,' he told him and watched Harry furrow his brows in confusion.

'For what?' Harry asked him. Louis kept looking at him for a moment in silence then he sighed.

'You have no idea what you are doing to me Harry. All these changes you are bringing about in my life,' Louis told him.

'Is that a bad thing?' Harry asked him innocently and Louis gently squeezed his hand.

'No Harry not bad ones but I'm not ready. I will never be ready for this, whatever this is. There is...' he stopped and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Harry noticed the sadness on Louis' face. 'There is much you don't know about me Harry.' Harry played with Louis' fingers discreetly.

'Then tell me Louis. Let me in.' Louis shook his head.

'If I do, I will never see you again.' Before Harry could say anything, Angus pulled up and Louis opened the door for him, allowing Harry to go in before him. Once he was settled next to him, he looked at Harry.

'Where to?' Louis asked him.

'Home,' Harry replied and Louis nodded.

'Angus, Edgware Road ple......'

'Your home,' Harry interrupted him, giving him a sweet smile. Louis smiled back at him.

'Take us home then Angus,' Louis told him as he wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him closer.

COMING SOON CHAPTER 10.....................

Chapter Text

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late.

Harry lay wrapped up in Louis' arms in the bed of the guestroom at Louis' home. It was the first night that Louis had actually slept with him all through the night and not left Harry to wake up to an empty bed. In fact, Harry had been surprised to wake up to find Louis spooning him tightly as he slept soundly, breathing heavily into the back of his neck and Harry had smiled to himself and snuggled closer into Louis' chest. For the past week, Harry had been mostly staying at Louis' house because Louis had insisted that he should go over there. He had also insisted that Angus picked him up from Uni and took him straight to his house, which if he were to be honest, Harry didn't mind at all. He loved going to Louis' house because it was never empty, unlike his own flat. Niall was mostly staying over at Emily's now so Harry was always alone. Here at Louis' house, he always found Mrs. Davis in the kitchen and he would sit at the breakfast bar doing his homework and revising while talking to her as she made him a snack and fussed over him, asking how his day had been and how his studies were going.

Harry liked her. She reminded him of his mum, not in looks or age but in her maternal attitude towards him and Harry basked in it. He had been alone for the past four years since his father had kicked him out after his mum had passed away. He had always lived alone and then with Niall when he moved to London. So he liked to spend time with Judy while waiting for Louis to come home from the office. Sometimes Leonard joined them and they would talk and drink tea. Harry loved the feeling of family, of belonging but he didn't dare make it too permanent in his heart. With Louis, he never knew where he was exactly but deep down, Harry wanted this. Wanted to belong.

Today was Sunday morning and they lay together in the bed under the thick quilt. It was raining heavily and Harry was cuddled into Louis, his head on his chest, their legs entwined together, listening to the drumming of the rain outside. It was peaceful.

'Do you really have to go?' Harry asked him again, pouting. Louis looked down at him and gave him a small smile.

'Yes Harry I really have to go. I need to visit my company in Singapore. It will only be for four days and I will call you every chance I get alright.' Harry pouted harder as he traced his index finger over Louis' "It Is What It Is" tattoo.

'Four days without you is too long,' Harry mumbled into Louis' chest like a little child and Louis chuckled.

'You have been without me for twenty years. What's four days?' Harry looked up at him, a scowl visible on his sleepy face.

'That's not fair. I didn't know you then but I know you now,' he protested. Louis placed a kiss on his forehead.

'Don't be a drama queen! I'll be back before you know it. If you didn't have exams coming up I would've taken you with me but you need to study. And besides, I think Judy would miss you too much if you were to come with me. I think she secretly loves you more than she loves me!' Harry playfully slapped his chest.

'You're her boss of course she loves you!'

'Aha that's why she loves me because I'm her boss and I pay her. I've seen her with you. She's different with you. Its like you're the son she's never had. She fusses over you like a mother hen and I know she makes you cookies and tea when you come over after your lectures,' Louis told him and Harry smiled fondly into his warm skin.

'I like her too. I like talking with her and she teaches me a lot about cooking.' Louis cocked an eyebrow at him.

'You cook?' Harry made a sound of disbelief in his throat.

'Of course I cook!' he said sounding almost as if he was offended by the mere thought that Louis even entertained the idea that he couldn't cook. Louis smiled lazily and ran his hand up and down Harry's arm.

'Then you must show me your skills sometime.' Harry smiled and tightened his arm around Louis' waist.

'I will. For sure. I will blow you away with my culinary skills,' Harry told him.

'Hmm should Gordon Ramsey be worried?' Louis asked him playfully and Harry playfully slapped him again.

'I'm not THAT good!' Louis chuckled.

'I'm pretty sure you will give Gordon a run for his money,' Louis told him as he kissed the top of his head again and made a move to get up but Harry held him down.

'Where are you going?' he whined holding him tight.

'Harry, I leave in three hours. I have things to do before then,' Louis told him patiently. He secretly loved needy and clingy Harry.

'Just ten more minutes. Please? Its your plane. You can delay yourself,' he told him with a wicked gleam in his eyes and how could Louis resist? With one swift move, he had Harry pinned under him, their naked bodies flush against each other. Louis gently rolled his hips over Harry.

'Hmm someone is excited this morning,' Louis teased and he languidly kissed Harry, soft and slow all the while rolling his hips over Harry's hard on. Harry whined in his mouth, pulling him closer.

'Please Louis,' he begged against his lips. 'I need you.' Louis kissed him harder, his own dick now fully hard. He placed himself at Harry's entrance and ever so slowly he pushed in. Harry hissed at the feeling of Louis' dick breaching his ring of muscle. Louis didn't use any lube though Harry was sure there was some left over from last night in his ass because Louis slipped in without difficulty. Louis loved the tight feeling of Harry around him and when Harry didn't protest, he pushed in further till he was balls deep inside Harry, surrounded by his tightness and warmth. Louis took his time, knowing this would have to last for the upcoming four days. In all honesty, he had told Harry that them being four days apart wasn't that much of a big deal but now he was wondering how HE would fare four days away from this angel beneath him.

He began moving slowly in and out of Harry while Harry squirmed beneath him, moaning and bucking his hips up to meet his thrusts and when Louis hit his prostate, Harry let out a high pitched contented whine that made Louis melt inside of him. It was peaceful. The room was a little dark due to the gray weather outside and the drumming of the rain was like music. They were warm under the quilt, Louis warmer from being inside Harry. Harry himself felt as if he was a naked flame, his skin burning up. Louis could feel that Harry was already close. He could tell from the tightening of his legs around his waist and the way his fingers dug into his lower back, the increasing, frantic movements of his hips bucking up into Louis, taking him further in.

'Close love?' Louis asked him as he placed kisses down his neck, sucking and biting gently.

'Hmm,' was the only reply he got from Harry and Louis smiled against the damp skin of his neck as he sucked on the soft skin, making Harry arch his back off the mattress. Louis reached down between them and took Harry's dick in his hand, stroking him gently, pulling and tugging at his hard dick and Harry whimpered as his body began to tremble. It took a few more thrusts inside him and tugs on his dick and Harry was spurting hot cum between them, his breathing shallow and fast coming from his parted lips. Louis kissed him, capturing his gasps as he spilled inside of him, his body tensing up as his orgasm rocked him to the core. He never experienced such orgasms before. He had had them of course but nothing of this magnitude. He blamed it on The Harry Effect!

Louis continued to move slowly inside Harry till they both rode out their orgasms then ever so gently, Louis pulled out but remained on top of Harry. He looked down at the fucked out blissful face of Harry and Louis couldn't help the feeling inside his chest, warm and flowing.

'You okay?' Louis asked him as he placed a kiss on his cheek.

'Hmm never better,' Harry moaned out contentedly, his eyes closed.

'I'm glad,' Louis told him and slowly rolled off of him. He got out of bed and reached down for his boxers. 'Okay I'm going to my room for a shower. I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast okay.' Harry hummed but didn't open his eyes. Louis leaned down and kissed his lips. 'Come on up you go. Don't be long.' Harry smiled and opened his eyes.

'You are bossy you know that?'

'Yes I know that. Now get up and go shower. You smell like sex,' Louis teased him.

'And you love it,' Harry teased back. Louis walked towards the door chuckling to himself. 'Louis?' Harry called softly and Louis turned to look at him.

'Yes?'

'Why don't we ever go to your room?' Harry asked him curiously. Louis wasn't expecting that. Well, he kinda had been expecting Harry to ask but he wasn't prepared for it. He looked at Harry.

'Nobody's ever been in my room and I'd like to keep it that way. Now, get your ass up and stop being a lazy little shit,' Louis told him as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him softly. Harry looked at the closed door then stretched his long limbs, got out of bed and headed to the adjoining bathroom for a hot shower.

X

Harry made his way downstairs and headed towards the kitchen. He was starving and he could smell the smell of food wafting up through the house the moment he stepped out of the guestroom and on to the landing. As he hopped happily down the stairs, he heard voices coming from the kitchen. He recognized Louis' voice and he sounded angry. Harry stopped just inside the doorway to the kitchen.

'I will not have him sign an NDA,' Louis growled.

'But Sir you know that that is standard procedure,' Leonard protested. Louis sighed heavily.

'And I already told you that he is not NDA standard!' Louis snapped.

'Your PR has been calling and asking what is going on. Some....person has pictures of you and him in Paris and around the city. This person called the PR office and he is asking for money or he will sell the pictures to the Sun and.....'

'And what does a fucking NDA have to do with this?' Louis yelled.

'It is for your own safety,' Leonard told him. There was a silent pause.

'I am safe with him,' Louis said on a much quieter tone.

'Sir you can never tell. What if things.....get out of hand?' Leonard asked and Louis knew what he was referring to. Leonard was referring to his extra curricular activities in his basement.

'They won't,' Louis said with certainity.

'Sir there is a chance that they might.....'

'THEY WON'T!' Louis yelled again. There was another moment of silence. 'Things won't get out of hand okay. I know what I'm doing.'

'Sir might I point out that you have never had such a constant in your life. It's been over six weeks that you have been seeing Mr.Styles. Myself and the PR team are confused as to how to handle any of the media regarding your new situation.'

'There is nothing to regard Leonard! Just tell the PR team to pay this person off. I don't want to be in the fucking tabloids again and tell them to threaten that I will sue if somebody else comes up with this shit.'

'Or perhaps maybe you would like to officially.....'

'Officially what? There is nothing to make official here Leo. Nothing at all and if there was, I don't think I would want to make headlines. My life is private and personal and your job and those at PR are to see that it fucking stays that way.'

'Yes Sir,' Leonard told him. 'I will call PR right away.' Harry walked into the kitchen just as Leonard walked out, greeting him with a good morning. Harry smiled at him, trying to keep his face neutral as if he hadn't heard their conversation. He walked over to where Louis was seated sipping his coffee and reading the Sunday morning newspaper. Harry looked at him and felt sad. The NDA thing had come up again, something that Louis didn't want to give him but that he had given to Ryan. Also the fact that Louis was keeping him hidden and always referring to him as "nothing" which really upset Harry because by now, Harry was sure of his feelings towards Louis and he was certain that he loved Louis. Louis looked up and gave him a smile.

'There you are,' he told him, patting the stool next to him on to which Harry immediately sat. Louis placed his hand on his thigh. 'How was your shower?'

'Good. Relaxing,' he told him trying hard to look normal after having heard their discussion.

'What do you want for breakfast?' Louis asked him, gently squeezing his thigh.

'Anything is good,' Harry told him and he looked down. Louis picked up on his mood right away.

'What's wrong?' he asked him, his voice going from playful to serious. Harry shook his head slightly and tried not to let the tears show in his eyes.

'Nothing. I'm just missing you already,' he lied. Well it wasn't exactly a lie but it was enough to hide his hurt feelings. It wasn't like he was going to confront Louis with what he had just overheard! Louis got up off the stool and wrapped his arms around him, drawing him into a hug.

'I'll be back before you know it yeah. And you can always stay here like I said.' Harry sniffed as he fisted Louis' t-shirt, pulling him closer.

'No I don't want to stay here without you. I would miss you more.' Louis smiled as he squeezed him a little tighter. Just then Mrs. Davis came in and stopped short when she saw her boss hugging Harry. It wasn't just the fact that he was hugging him. It was the way he was hugging him. So tenderly yet strong, protective yet docile. She cleared her throat and Louis pulled back.

'Sorry to interrupt,' she said, a fond smile on her face. 'But I came to ask if you would like breakfast served now?' Louis smiled at her while Harry sat there blushing.

'Yes Judy, go ahead,' Louis told her. They had breakfast in relative silence, Louis reading the newspaper and occasionally casting a look towards Harry who sat there eating his breakfast looking sullen. After they were done, Louis went up to his room to get ready while Harry waited for him in the lounge. He watched Leonard bring down Louis' suitcase and load it up in the car and Harry felt his heart grow sadder. Louis came down ten minutes later looking immaculate in a dark gray suit, white shirt and his hair quiffed to perfection. Harry's heart clenched in his chest.

'Shall we go?' Louis asked him softly, making sure to be careful and sensitive to Harry's mood. Harry nodded and got up, hoisted his back pack over his shoulder and picked up his laptop. He followed Louis silently to the car and got in. Louis got in beside him after giving Leonard a few instructions to follow while he was out of the country. Angus started the car and they headed towards Edgware Road. Neither of them said anything during the short drive. When Angus stopped in front of Harry's building, Louis turned to face him in his seat.

'I'll call you as soon as I land okay. Please don't be sad,' Louis told him as he stroked his cheek. 'Only four days and I'll be right back to you.' Harry swallowed hard but couldn't help the few stray tears that rolled down his warm cheeks.

'I'll miss you,' he told him quietly and Louis smiled fondly at him as he thumbed away his tears.

'I will miss you too,' he told him as he placed his hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a slow, languid kiss. He didn't care that Angus could see. He didn't care at all. They kissed softly, neither of them wanting it to end but eventually Louis pulled back. He rested his forehead against Harry's.

'I have to go or I'll be late,' Louis whispered against his lips. Harry nodded and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

'Be careful and have a safe flight.'

'I will. See you in four days.' Harry looked at him one more time memorizing every little detail of Louis' face then got out of the car before he broke down in front of Louis and made an utter fool of himself.

For the rest of the day, Harry just lounged about his tiny flat not really in the mood of doing anything but mope around and sulk. He was impatient and restless so he needed to occupy himself with something. Louis' flight was a 13 hour flight so he wouldn't hear from him till later tonight and Harry cringed inwardly as he saw the empty day stretch out in front of him. It being Sunday, he knew that his friends were with their respective others so he really didn't want to bother them or have them change their plans because of him.

He decided to make himself productive. He put on a Fleetwood Mac album then went into the little laundry room at the back of the flat and put in a load of washing. Then he went out into the kitchen and cleaned it out. When that was done, he went back into the laundry room to put in the first load into the drier and pop in another load. He straightened out the living room and vacuumed the carpet. When everything was done, the afternoon was still young. It was only just a little after 3 pm. Harry popped into the shower and while under the hot water, he decided to make himself a meal. When he was done with the shower, he put on some clothes and went to Tesco which was just around the corner from where he lived. He bought a chicken and veggies and some potatoes, deciding to do a Sunday roast but with a chicken instead of beef. As soon as he returned home, he started on his dinner, also feeling in the mood to make some Yorkshire puddings and gravy to go with the meal.

When everything was slowly cooking and the tiny flat was filled with the smell of roasting chicken, Harry settled on the couch. He put on the telly and went through the channels finally settling on Netflix and the new episodes of Game of Thrones. He needed anything to get his mind off Louis and not sit there pining for him because there was nothing he could do about it. When his food was ready, he filled up a plate and took it to the lounge, once again settling on the couch and continuing with Game of Thrones.

X

Harry opened his eyes feeling disoriented. The room was dark and something was ringing. It took him only a second to realize that the ringing was his phone and he quickly snatched it up off the coffee table where he had left it before he had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch. He swiped it.

'Hello?' he said groggily into the phone.

'Did I wake you?' Louis said and immediately Harry relaxed back into the cushions as a lazy smile spread across his cheeks.

'I dozed off,' Harry admitted.

'What were you doing?' Louis asked him curiously.

'Well I cleaned the flat, did laundry, made dinner for myself and then I watched Game of Thrones. I must have dozed off in the middle of an episode.'

'You exhausted yourself,' Louis told him.

'I needed to keep myself occupied. How was your flight?' Harry asked him.

'Long and boring. Just got to the hotel and I'm so jet legged. It's 8:30 am here. Time zones fuck me up,' Louis said. He did sound tired.

'What's your plans for today?' Harry asked him.

'Well I have to be at my company round 11 am so I'm just gonna sleep for a bit. You?'

'Nothing. Just go to bed since I fell asleep on the couch. Don't want to do my back in by sleeping on this old thing. Besides, I have to be up in six hours. I have four lectures tomorrow. Long ass day.'

'Ah yes I didn't realize its 1:30 am over there. Go. Go sleep. I'll call you tomorrow which will be my later. Text me when you're up okay.'

'I don't need to go sleep yet,' Harry protested. Louis chuckled.

'Yes you do. You sound half asleep. Goodnight. Talk tomorrow.'

'Okay,' Harry pouted. 'Goodnight. Miss you.'

'Miss you too.'

X

Harry tried to keep himself busy throughout the day, trying not to think too much of Louis and how missing him was painful. In between lectures while he was getting a coffee and rushing to the next class, he'd check his phone to see if Louis had texted him but there were no texts. Harry told himself that Louis was not on a vacation but on a business trip so he must be busy with his company over there. That didn't stop him from texting him though sending him the occasional "I miss you so much" and "thinking of you" messages.

By 1 pm Harry felt mentally exhausted. With exams coming up, his professors where giving them too much assignments plus a lot of revising and Harry didn't know how he was going to keep up with all the work let alone do it. He was glad it was lunch break because he really needed to see his friends. He hadn't seen them in almost a week since his birthday except of course the occasional wave he gave them from across campus while rushing in between classes. He made his way to their usual table and was glad to see that it was only Niall, Liam and Zayn sitting there. He wasn't in the mood for Nick's drama.

'Hey guys,' he told them cheerily as he sat down beside Niall. He placed his tea on the table and took out his wholemeal chicken and mayo sandwich.

'Hey Harold,' Niall greeted him happily. 'Long time no see buddy. What have you been up to?' Harry shrugged as he took a bite of his sandwich. He was famished.

'Not much. Too busy with homework and revising,' he said round a mouthful.

'Haven't seen you much at home either,' Niall pointed out, a cheeky smile on his face. Harry smiled and put his sandwich down as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

'I know. I'm sorry,' he said.

'No you're not you little shit,' Niall nudged him in the ribs. 'I myself haven't been round there much but when I was, I noticed that you had been absent for a few days! Have you been staying over at Louis'?' Harry nodded as he took a sip of his tea, feeling his cheeks burn. Liam raised an eyebrow at him.

'How has Louis been treating you? After that stunt on your birthday....' he paused and let it hang but waited for Harry to elaborate. Harry looked at him.

'He-he um just got upset b-because of Nick,' he offered by way of explanation. He didn't want to go back to it. He and Louis had sorted it out.

'He could've been a little less of a dick about it,' Zayn pointed out. Harry looked down. He hated that his friends always saw the bad in Louis.

'H-he just gets um jealous,' Harry said quietly. Liam reached over and placed his hand on Harry's.

'He doesn't like hurt you does he? Physically I mean?' he asked him and Harry's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock.

'No! No he doesn't not at all. He's such a gentle person. What makes you even think that?' Zayn scoffed as if not believing Harry.

'Maybe because we saw how scared you were of him,' he stated. Harry looked at Zayn.

'Only because he yells a lot and loses his temper. You know how I get around people that yell and lose their tempers. Besides, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been flirting with Nick!'

'Harry its not your fault!' Niall told him. 'You didn't even know he was coming.' Harry let out an exasperated breath.

'He- he's just a l-little possessive that's all,' Harry told them defending Louis. He looked from one to the other. 'He is a really kind and gentle person. You guys don't know him like I do. He doesn't show that side of him to anyone. Please guys, he's not bad at all. He- he takes good care of me. Takes me places. He-he makes me happy. He got me a job with Marc Jacobs!' he told them. He watched their eyes go wide.

'A job with Marc Jacobs?' Liam exclaimed. 'What did you do?'

'I photographed his models for his Spring collection,' Harry told them proudly. 'And after exams are done, Louis is taking me to L.A because Marc wants me to model for him for his men's Spring collection.'

'Are you fucking kidding me?' Niall asked him and Harry shook his head, the smile on his face brighter than the sun.

'I'm not,' he said happily. 'He does a lot for me and I should be sensitive to his needs.' Harry looked down again. Niall nudged him in the ribs again.

'I bet you are sensitive to his needs,' he told him exagerating a wink and Harry giggled.

'So you two fucked?' Zayn asked out blatantly and Liam turned on him a look of shock horror on his face.

'Zayn! What the fuck? You can't just come right out and ask him that!'

'Why not?' Zayn asked him innocently.

'Because that's personal,' Liam scolded him. Then he looked at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 'But I think you're not a virgin anymore are you?' Harry blushed a deep red and couldn't help the smile on his face.

'No I'm not,' he told them shyly and they all cheered and asked him to tell them about the first time and it was then that Harry told them about the surprise visit to Paris in Louis' private jet and how Louis had booked a suite at the Hilton and took him around Paris all day. Then he told them how he rented a limo and took him to dinner on the Eiffel Tower and about their romantic night together, not giving them the full details of course. He showed them the pictures they took and he felt happy that he could finally share this with his friends. His friends couldn't close their mouths as they listened enthralled to Harry.

'I'm jealous,' Liam told him when he was done. 'Louis looks like he's a really romantic guy under that cold stern exterior of his.'

'He is,' Harry told them fondly. 'I have my own bedroom at his house.'

'He gave you your own bedroom? Where does he live?' Niall asked him.

'In a big ass mansion in Kensington,' Harry told them chuckling. He watched their faces go from awed to impressed.

'Guess we underestimated him,' Liam said softly. 'I think he does care about you for real Haz.' Zayn scoffed.

'He doesn't care for anybody but himself. He'll get tired of you like he did of the others. I mean to get rid of Ryan.....'

'He what?' Harry cut him off. Zayn looked at Harry with a cocked eyebrow.

'Oh sugar daddy didn't tell you?' Harry scowled at him.

'Don't call him that!' Harry snapped. 'What about Ryan?' Zayn took a sip of his coffee.

'Apparently Louis got tired of him. He doesn't make use of him anymore and he also fired him from Garlands. He didn't say the reason why but he was very angry and upset and cursed you a little too much in my opinion so maybe you have something to do with it?'

'Me?' Harry exclaimed. 'I didn't do anything to get Ryan fired.' Zayn smirked.

'Maybe because you're Louis' new boy toy and you replaced him so Louis threw out the old to make room for the new?'

'I'm not his boy toy!' Harry said angrily.

'So you're his what exactly hmm? Has he told you you're his boyfriend? Has he made it official?' Harry looked down at his hands and didn't speak.

'Zayn let up,' Liam warned him. 'We don't know what they are exactly. And seriously who needs a label? I mean we all thought Louis was after Harry's virginity but clearly he's not so maybe he has intentions with Harry?' Zayn scoffed but said nothing. Just then Harry's phone rang and Louis' smiling face came up on the screen, a picture Harry had taken of him in Paris. He looked at his friends as he stood up.

'I have to take this,' he told them as he swung his bag over his shoulder and picked up his phone. 'I'll see you guys later.' He walked away and swiped his phone.

'Hey,' he said by way of reply.

'Hey Harry,' Louis said and Harry felt his heart soar up high in his chest. 'Where are you?'

'I'm at Uni walking to my next lecture. You?' He heard Louis sigh.

'Stuck in a fucking meeting. We are just having a coffee break.'

'Sounds boring,' Harry said with a smile.

'It is,' Louis replied. 'Wish you were here so you could entertain me with your smart mouth.' Harry felt Louis' words go straight down to his dick which responded by twitching in his tight jeans.

'Don't give me a boner while I'm on my way to class,' Harry whined into the phone.

'Hmm that sounds like an idea. Having you all hot and bothered and squirming in your seat,' Louis told him huskily yet his voice was playful.

'Louisssss,' Harry whined. 'Its not fair. There's still two days till you come back.'

'Don't you fucking touch yourself,' Louis growled a warning through the phone. 'Unless I tell you to.' Harry smiled to himself.

'Yes Sir,' he said huskily. He heard noises in the back ground.

'Okay I gotta go. They're back in. Remember no touching yourself. What time do you get home?' Louis asked him.

'Round four-ish,' Harry replied.

'Good. I'll call you at half past four. It will be eleven thirty at night here so I should be back at the hotel by then and we'll Skype. I want to see you.'

'I want to see you too,' Harry whispered.

'Later then,' Louis told him.

'Later,' Harry said before they disconnected.

X

As soon as Harry's last lecture was finished, he dashed out of Uni and headed towards the tube station so he could get home in time to Skype with Louis. The moment he unlocked his door and entered the quiet flat, he looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was still just past 4 pm. He dropped his bag by the door and rushed to the bathroom, stripping as he went, dropping clothes on the floor on the way to the bathroom. He showered quickly and put on a pair of sweatpants and his lavender sweater. He was feeling cold so he turned on the heating. He then went to the kitchen and made a mug of tea and by the time he sat on his bed, it was almost 4:30 pm. He booted his laptop and sipped his tea. Harry sat cross legged in front of his laptop waiting for Louis to Skype him. He sipped his tea patiently and when Louis finally came through some fifteen minutes after their allocated time, Harry excitedly accepted his call. The moment he saw Louis' face on the screen of his laptop, Harry felt his heart soar with happiness.

'Hi Harry, sorry I'm late but its so good to see you,' Louis told him. Harry smiled at him not even caring that Louis was late. Louis looked tired. He was still in his dress shirt and tie, the tie loosened at the neck, the top button open. His hair was messy and his lower face was covered by the shadow of the day's stubble.

'You look tired,' Harry pointed out. 'Are you okay?' Louis gave him a weak smile.

'I look that bad huh?' he asked him playfully. Harry shook his head making his curls softly sway around his face.

'You don't look bad. You just look exhausted,' Harry told him. Louis sighed heavily.

'I found a shit load of mess at the company here. I haven't visited for a while and things just got out of hand. I don't know why the fuck I even employ people to avoid these messes in the first place when they can't even do their fucking job right,' Louis told him sounding exasperated. Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

'You're not staying there longer are you?' Harry asked him a little hesitantly.

'Fuck no!' Louis exclaimed. 'I can't wait to get back home. I might have to fire a few people before I fly back but I will sort it out over the next two days then I'll be on my way.' Harry smiled at him.

'Wish I was there to help you unwind,' he told him. His voice had gone down a notch, sounding deeper and a little huskier. Louis gave him a small smile.

'You can,' he told him, his voice equally husky. Harry furrowed his brows clearly confused.

'I can?' he asked him. 'How all the way from here?'

He is such a sweet naive boy. I never knew such innocence still existed and you are the devil that's corrupting this pure soul.

'I want to see you get yourself off on camera Harry,' Louis told him seductively not beating about the bush. 'It's been on my mind all day.'

Such a romantic! Words drop off your tongue like honey!

Louis watched Harry's eyes go wide, his mouth open, then close as he tried to come to terms with what Louis was asking of him. The shock on his features was quite evident.

'L-Louis I-I don't t-think I can,' Harry stuttered clearly taken off guard at Louis' indecent proposal.

'Why not?' Louis asked him. 'I already watched you touch yourself.' Harry swallowed.

'S'not the same,' Harry told him quietly.

'How so?' Louis asked him. Harry began fidgeting nervously with his fingers.

'When I um t-touched myself you were there. C-close to me.' He paused and looked down. 'Y-you made me come. I-I didn't make myself.....' Harry let it trail off. He was blushing deeply and his face felt hot. Louis knew he was uncomfortable with this and this knowledge turned him on even more. He wanted control. He wanted Harry to be submissive to his every need.

Arrogant, selfish prick!

'I think you can do it Harry,' Louis urged him on. Harry bit down on his bottom lip and blushed even more furiously. Louis could see how shy he was and he could see that Harry was having a little difficulty with what he was asking of him. Louis needed this so he decided to guilt trip him into it, a little reverse psychology of which he had a degree in. He knew it was so wrong on many levels but the selfish bastard in him, the dominant, controlling son of a bitch that he was, wanted this. He had never done anything like this before but he had heard about it and he wanted to try it. More over, he wanted Harry to simply submit to his desire. He didn't want Harry to say no!

Narcissit much?

Louis sighed dramatically. 'Its okay Harry if you are not ready to share this experience with me. I kinda thought it would bring us closer. I totally understand.' He made a disappointed face at Harry knowing it would make him feel guilty for saying no. Harry looked down again. He hated disappointing Louis. He couldn't take it that Louis felt disappointed in him.

'It-its just I-I've never done it before,' he told him in a cracked voice. Okay, so guilt tripping him was working. Louis decided to push it a little further.

'There's a first for everything Harry but I totally understand. I mean, you don't have to submit to all my wishes. Its just that I've had so many firsts with you, things I have never done before you came along and I thought this could be another first for us but its okay. I don't want you uncomfortable or anything. I just thought we could be intimate even while we are apart given I take so many business trips.' Harry chewed on his bottom lip, weighing his options. Then he looked up at the camera straight at Louis.

'How do you want me?' he whispered, still not sounding hundred percent sure about this but he knew he could trust Louis. If Louis thought this was a good idea and that it would bring them closer, how could he say no? After all, he wanted to be closer to Louis and Louis would never make him do anything that would be too much for him. Louis internally screamed "yes yes", high fiving his inner self but on the outside he remained calm and collected. He had to admit that he did feel kinda bad about pushing this on Harry, but his selfish side won out.

Yeah I'm pretty sure you feel so so bad!

'How about starting by getting undressed love?' Louis told him sweetly. He knew he had to use words that dripped honey to coax Harry into this.

He's so gone for you. You know the boy will do anything for you yet you just take advantage of him. You just take, take, take from him.

Louis wanted to protest against his subconscious as he watched Harry, or part of Harry that showed on camera as he took off his sweater. Whatever his subconscious said, Louis didn't feel as if he was taking advantage of Harry. Okay, so maybe he was a little.....

A little?

Okay maybe a little too much advantage taking was involved but what his subconscious failed to understand was that Louis couldn't get enough of Harry! Even being away for just four days and with so many miles in between them, Louis wanted him in any way or form he could have him and this was it. Many people who were in long distance relationships had phone sex, sexting and cam sex so why couldn't they?

Because he is shy and not comfortable with it yet you want it and you don't give a shit that the boy is only doing it to please you because he doesn't want to disappoint you!

Yeah Louis had to admit that he did get a thrill from pushing Harry to new limits only to see him submit to him, giving him more control over him. Harry's shyness and timidness only fueled Louis on to get him to submit to whatever he wanted.

Harry came back in full view of the camera, naked in all his beautiful glory. He sat on the bed and casually placed his hands in his lap, casually covering his parts. He kept his head down avoiding looking at the camera.

'Look at me,' Louis told him and Harry raised his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes on camera. Louis could see that Harry's cheeks were very red. 'You look very beautiful,' Louis told him and the compliment earned him a small smile from Harry.

'So how do I do this?' Harry asked him shyly. Louis shifted a little in his seat because his boner was starting to hurt. He wasn't a fan of wanking. In fact, he hardly ever wanked at all. He always had his sexual desires seen to by his boys so he really didn't even know if wanking was going to help at all. He pressed the heel of his palm into his hard dick and he hissed at the feeling. He needed more. So much more.

'Sit back on the bed love. Put some cushions behind you to support your back. Place the laptop at the foot of the bed between your ankles. I want a good view of your beautiful body,' Louis told him using his softest voice. Harry gulped. He was going to be very exposed like that. Louis will have a view of.....everything! On camera! Louis saw him hesitate and his heart went out to him. He had to stop him. Harry was struggling with this and it wasn't fair.

Thank fuck he has a heart AND a conscience!

'Harry baby its okay if you don't want to do this. I truly understand,' he told him as sincerely as he could.

Why not try being a little more convincing hmm?

Harry shook his head a little and gave Louis a small smile.

'It's okay. I can do this,' he told him trying to sound convincing more for himself than for Louis.

'But do you want to?' Louis asked him.

Much better.

Harry looked straight into the camera meeting Louis' dark blue eyes. 'Anything for you,' he whispered and before Louis could say anything more to convince him it was okay not to do this, Harry shifted the laptop to the foot of the bed and arranged a few cushions and pillows against the headboard. Louis watched him sit back against the cushions then stretch out his long legs and spread them, placing his ankles on each side of the laptop. Louis felt his body burn from the inside out.

'You look amazing,' Louis praised him. 'Now plant your feet on the bed, always leaving the laptop between your ankles and spread your thighs honey,' Louis ordered gently. Harry obeyed him and slowly he planted his feet beside the laptop and ever so slowly parted his thighs exposing himself fully to Louis' gaze. He felt weird and out of his element doing this but it was for Louis. And Louis would always take care of him.

Harry watched Louis' eyes on him. Louis could hardly breathe as he looked at Harry all exposed as he was.

'Baby you're so gorgeous,' Louis told him. 'Wish I was there right now to fuck you on that bed!' His words made Harry moan a little and his semi hard dick twitch. 'Let's get you fully hard shall we?' Louis coaxed him and Harry simply nodded. Louis licked his lips.

'Do you have any lube love?' Louis asked him and Harry nodded as he reached over to bedside table drawer and pulled out a small bottle. 'Good boy,' Louis praised him. 'Now I want you to fuck yourself on two fingers and touch yourself. Can you do that baby?' Harry nodded again as he poured a little lube on his fingers and brought his fingers down to his expectant hole. He circled his middle finger on the puckered muscle, getting it wet then ever so gently he eased a finger in all the way to the knuckle. He hissed and threw his head back on the pillows.

'Easy baby,' Louis told him. 'You're doing great.' Louis was palming his dick through his pants while he watched Harry adjust to the first digit inside his ass. Harry raised his head, wrapped his other hand around his dick and began pumping himself slowly while thrusting one finger in and out of his hole.

'Louis,' he moaned.

'I'm here love. You looking fucking gorgeous like that. Can't wait till I get home and fuck you nice and proper,' Louis said thickly. Harry whined in his throat and Louis noticed that he was pushing in another finger next to his other one. Louis unzipped his pants and began stroking himself trying to move his hand to Harry's rhythm. Harry had picked up a rhythm for himself, pushing his hips down to fuck himself on his fingers and bucking up to thrust his hard dick into his fist. Louis could see that he was struggling because he was so turned on now and knew Harry was trying to reach his prostate.

'Harry baby do you think you can take another finger?' Louis asked him wanting to see him stretched out more. Harry shook his head and whined out a feeble no. Louis tsked.

'Honey you took my dick which is thicker than three fingers. I'm sure you can. Come on let's hit that sweet spot of yours hmm? I wanna see you come so bad baby,' Louis urged him on. Harry bit his lip and placed a third finger next to his hole and ever so slowly began to push it in. He stopped for a bit when he felt the burn of the stretch but continued to push it all the way in. He was breathing heavily, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Louis could see the effort it was taking him to do this.

'Amazing my beautiful boy,' Louis praised him. 'So beautiful. Now reach that spot Harry. Come for me sweetheart,' Louis urged him and Harry obliged. He fucked himself with three fingers curling them up trying to hit his prostate while he tugged harshly on his dick. Louis could feel the sweat dripping down his back. Harry was so hot like this. He pumped his dick harder, smearing the pre-cum to make an easier slide. A loud moan from Harry told Louis that he had hit his spot. He saw his face scrunch up in pleasure as he fucked himself harder, his hips thrusting up and down.

'I'm c-close Louis ahhh,' Harry moaned out.

'Press your thumb into the slit Harry it will help,' Louis instructed him and Harry did so. Louis watched his body tremble and shake at the sensation. Harry continued with his movements.

'Ahhh Louis I'm I'm oh God,' he moaned.

'That's it baby let go come on ride it out for me,' Louis coaxed him and he watched as Harry shot his cum up all over his chest, some hitting his chin and his curls.

'Oh fuck oh God Louis Louis oh my.....Louissssss,' Harry groaned out as he rode out his orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Louis was still tugging at his dick but couldn't come. He knew he wouldn't from a simple wank. He needed human contact. When Harry's orgasm died down a little, Louis watched him relax his body, watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. His fingers where still tucked away up his ass and Louis watched him wince as he gently pulled them out, his red puffy hole clenching at nothing. Louis increased his hand movements up and down his cock hoping to come because he was so hard now it was actually hurting but even though he could feel his orgasm curling and tugging inside of him, he couldn't climax.

'You look so fucked out,' Louis told him hoarsely. 'So beautiful and so dirty yet innocent at the same time. How do you do it?' Harry smiled lazily as he reached for a box of tissues of his bed sidetable. He pulled out a few and wiped his fingers then wiped at the cum all over him.

'I'm sticky,' he told Louis and Louis gave him a smile.

'I bet you are,' he told him feeling frustrated that he couldn't bring himself to come. He watched Harry look at him through the camera. 'What is it love?' Louis asked him.

'I miss you cuddling me after sex. I feel lonely,' he told him pouting a little.

'My needy boy,' Louis said fondly. 'I wish I was there to hold you too but I will be home before you know it yeah. Why don't you go and have a hot bath? You have been so good for me you deserve a nice long hot soak. Then I will call you before I go to bed yeah?' Harry gave him a beatific smile.

'Alright,' he agreed. 'Louis?'

'Yes?'

'Did I...did I um do well?' Harry asked him a little shyly and Louis smiled at him.

'You did excellently,' Louis praised him. Harry smiled big, popping his dimples. He always felt happy when he pleased Louis and in return Louis praised him.

'I'll talk to you later then?' Harry asked him.

'Sure thing. Enjoy your bath.'

As soon as they disconnected Louis sighed. He looked down at himself and he was as hard as a rock with only a little cum dribbling from his dick. He cursed himself for thinking that this was a good idea! In all honesty, he had never done it before so he couldn't know the outcome. He needed to solve his problem. He reached for the phone and scrolled through his contacts for a male escorting agency he used whenever he was in town. He had met a guy from the agency the last time he had come here who had met his needs so he was hoping he could get him but then again he wasn't picky.

You are going to cheat on Harry?

Louis scoffed at his subconscious. This was not cheating. He wasn't in an official relationship with Harry or a monogamous one at that. He was still single and he could do whatever he wanted.

Seriously? You are just going to fuck a male escort after you had Harry do all that for you? Are you even human?

'It's just a fuck for fucks sake!' Louis yelled at his subconscious.'I can fuck whoever and whenever I want and right now, I need my dick taken care of!' He tapped the phone number and waited. When his call was received, he told them who he was and asked for Emerson and if he could be sent at the Royal Plaza as soon as possible. He was informed that Emerson will be there in half an hour and will cost him 500 dollars an hour. Louis told them that an hour was fine and thanked them. When he hung up, he got up, tucked his hard dick back in his pants and poured himself a whiskey from the mini bar. One wasn't going to cut it so while he waited for Emerson, he downed a few out on the balcony, looking down at the beautiful city below.

True to their word, twenty minutes later there was a knock on his door. Louis opened it and found Emerson outside.

'Mr. Tomlinson,' Emerson greeted him. 'So lovely to see you again. It's been a while.' Louis opened the door for him and Emerson walked in. He was a very beautiful man, with a good physique, short dark hair, a goatee and chocolate brown eyes. Emerson was American but had moved to Singapore a few years back. Louis eyed him as he walked past him further into the suite and noticed that he looked like a bodybuilder. All his muscles where defined and he was extremely well built and fit.

'Yes its been a while,' Louis told him. He wasn't in the mood for small talk. He just wanted to fuck. Pop in, unload and pop out. Pay the man, have a shower, call Harry and go to sleep. Emerson looked at him, a smile on his lips.

'Anything in particular you want today Sir?' he asked him as he walked over to him and stood really close. He leaned down to kiss Louis but Louis turned his face away.

'Just a simple fuck,' Louis told him. 'Nothing special.' Emerson looked a little taken aback as Louis handed him a stack of folded bills.

'You don't have to pay me upfront you know and since you're paying that much I might as well make it worth your time,' Emerson told him a little seductively as he ran his hand down to his hard dick and squeezed gently. Louis took a step back and looked at him. It irritated him that the eyes looking back at him were not green.

'I want you out of here as soon as I'm done. Now, go in my bedroom, get undressed and lay on your stomach,' Louis ordered. Emerson swallowed.

'Yes Sir,' he told him curtly and went into the bedroom. Louis went to the mini bar and poured himself another whiskey and gulped it down. He didn't understand why he was irritated and why this didn't feel right.

Because your heart and mind are not in it.

Louis poured another one, knocked it back in one swallow and went into the bedroom. Emerson was stark naked, lying face down on the bed, his legs spread open and inviting. When he heard Louis come in, he looked over his shoulder and smiled at him.

'This good enough for you Sir?' he asked him but his tone was a little mocking and Louis didn't like it.

'Whores are not paid to talk,' Louis told him as he unzipped his pants and took them off, taking out a condom from his pocket. Emerson felt a little offended though he had no reason to but still. He knew perfectly well Louis was an asshole but he seemed worse than before if that were possible since the last time he had given him his services. Louis pulled off his boxers and though he was still hard, he wasn't as hard as he was when Harry was fucking himself on camera. Harry, he thought. Louis closed his eyes trying not to think of Harry but Harry was there! Inside of him, taking up every inch if his internal space.

Louis shook his head slightly. 'On your hands and knees,' he told Emerson and he was quick to obey Louis. Louis got on the bed on his knees and positioned himself behind Emerson. He placed his hands on Emerson's hips but it didn't feel right. His hips were too wide and too muscled. His skin was too tanned, not pale and not soft and didn't smell of fruit. His ass was too big and hard, not soft and small and round. His back was too muscled and the shoulders too big. His hair was too short and his skin had no tattoos. This was not right. Louis got off the bed.

'Get the fuck out of my room,' Louis told him as he picked up the robe that was on the chair by the bed and put it on. Emerson looked at him confused.

'What? You paid for.....'

'I don't give a fuck what I paid for! Now get the hell out of my room. Now!' he yelled. 'Leave!' Emerson quickly slid off the bed, picking up his clothes feeling confused at what the hell had just happened. He went into the bathroom to fix himself up and when he came back out fully dressed, Louis was sitting on the bed, looking out the balcony doors that were wide open. Emerson cleared his throat.

'If you want a refund.....'

'I don't want a fucking refund! What I want is for you to get the fuck out,' Louis snapped at him without looking at him. Emerson nodded and exited the suite. Louis sat on the bed feeling lost. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he just have a normal fuck like he used to?

Because things have changed since Harry walked into your life.

'No they haven't!' Louis yelled into the empty bedroom. 'Why the fuck should they? He is nothing to me. Nothing.'

I beg to differ.

Louis got up off the bed and paced the length of the room back and forth tugging at his hair in frustration.

'I can't let him do this to me! I can't let him have control of me! I can't let him come into my fucking life and turn it upside down. I just can't.'

I think its a little too late for that.

'No its not! He has no hold over me. None!'

Listen to yourself! You couldn't even go through fucking a whore because all you saw was HIM! All you want is HIM! Admit it, you need him and he's changing you. He made his way into your life now you can't do without him.

'NO!' Louis yelled as he placed both hands on his ears trying not to listen to his stupid subconscious. 'Fuck you. He will never own me! Never.' Just then his phone dinged. He walked over to the bedside table and swiped it to see that he had a message from Harry. He tapped on it and there was a selfie of him, sitting on his couch in a blue and gray plaid pyjama pants and a Thor tee shirt, his hair in a messy bun smiling like an idiot with those dimples popped out, his green eyes shining. The message read : "Miss you so much to the moon and back. Waiting for your call." Louis ground his teeth together and hurled his phone across the room and heard it smash against the wall.

'FUCK YOU!' he screamed. 'Fuck you and your innocence and fuck the moment I met you. Fuck you Harry! You will never fucking own me. Ever.'

Oh but he already does!

COMING SOON CHAPTER 11 : THE DEMON WITHIN.

Chapter Text

The Demon Within.

Don't get too close, Its dark inside. It's where my demons hide.

Louis was glad to be back in London. As much as he hated the dreary, rainy weather, he was glad to be home. His plane had landed at 8 pm local time and now he was in his car being driven to his house. He was tired and jet legged but he couldn't wait to get home and see Harry. He felt excited. Excited to see him after four days and excited to show him the first copy of the fashion magazine with the pictures Harry had taken of Marc's models. They were amazing and fashion critiques were asking who this photographer was. Marc had called him while in Singapore to congratulate him on spotting Harry's talent and to thank him for making him give Harry a test drive. His name was now out there and he was being noticed. And Louis couldn't have felt any prouder.

Louis sighed as they stopped at a red light. The events from two days ago had him rattled. The fact that Harry had such a huge impact on his life didn't sit too well with Louis. He wasn't one for needing or depending on anyone so his need for Harry troubled him. His dependency on Harry scared him.

This was all new to Louis and he knew that he felt something for Harry. He didn't know what it was exactly whether it was dominance, control or.....no, he wouldn't entertain the idea of saying he felt love for the boy. Louis knew he was unable to love. He wanted to keep things simple with Harry but things were getting more and more complicated. More so, Harry didn't know him at all. Harry only knew the Louis that he allowed him to see. Louis never let him peek at the Louis inside.

As they neared his home, Louis felt more excitement build up inside him at seeing Harry. He had texted him a few times but never called him again. He had been too worked up to have an actual conversation with Harry over the phone and Harry had realized that something was up immediately, though Louis had simply told him he was stressed due to work problems and Harry had believed him, not questioning him again. That was something that terrified him. How Harry was so tuned to him and never pushed. He let him do everything in his own time and space.

Angus stopped the car at the front door and Louis told him he wouldn't be needing the car anymore so he could just retire. He made his way inside and the moment he opened the door, he was greeted by an over excited Harry who looked immaculate in a pair of black satin tailored pants, a white button down shirt and black shoes. His hair was down just the way Louis liked it. Harry walked over to him, a smile on his face.

'Welcome home,' he told him in his deep drawl, his green eyes shining straight into his. Louis felt himself melt at the sight of him, at the familiar feelings he felt at the sight of him and his presence that made him feel like he truly had come home. Louis swallowed and let Harry engulf him in a hug. Louis hugged him back, immersing himself in the solidity of Harry's warm body against his own. There was a raging battle going on inside of him : one part of him wanted to completely fall for Harry while the other part of him just couldn't allow that and that was the dominant part of Louis.

Harry took his hand and led him to the kitchen. Mozart was playing in the living room which Louis could see had a fire going in the fireplace and candles were lit all around the room, making it look soft and romantic.

'Where's everyone?' Louis asked him. Harry gave him a small smile.

'Well, I gave Judy the day off and Leonard the evening off. I swear to God Louis, that man is too uptight and he needs to unwind,' Harry told him as he poured two glasses of red wine, handing one to Louis who took a sip gratefully.

'Oh so you're handling my staff now?' Louis asked him amused and immediately watched Harry's face turn serious.

'Are you mad at me?' Harry asked him a little panicked. 'I-I um just wanted t-to um f-for us to um....'

'Harry its okay,' Louis was quick to reassure him when he saw him start to panic. He hated that Harry was afraid of him. Harry took a gulp of his wine.

'I cooked for you,' he told Louis and Louis smiled at him as Harry took his hand again and led him into the dining room. The dining table was set for two complete with candles.

'Hmm a candlelight dinner. I never had one,' Louis remarked which made Harry smile big.

'Sit and relax,' he told Louis. 'You had a few stressful days so let me take care of you.' Harry pulled out a chair for Louis and when he sat down, he undid his tie and opened the two top buttons of his shirt. Louis smiled at him as he drank more of his wine.

Harry went into the kitchen and came back with two plates one of which he placed in front of Louis.

'Sir your dinner. Linguine alle vongole Harry style. Get it? Harry style! And I'm Styles!' He burst out into fits of giggles at his own pun and Louis joined him even though the joke wasn't even that funny but Harry's laughter was addictive and he was too cute.

'Hmm smells good,' Louis praised.

'Wait till you taste it,' Harry told him proudly. Louis took a mouth full of pasta and hummed in pleasure as the taste of the food hit his taste buds. He chewed and swallowed.

'Oh my God Harry this is amazing,' Louis complimented. Harry smiled clearly satisfied and happy that Louis liked his food. They ate in comfortable silence, sipping wine and occasionally talking about nothing in particular. When they were done, Harry brought in dessert that he had also made : a lemon cheesecake and Louis was indeed impressed.

'I might fire Judy and hire you as my cook,' Louis joked. Harry laughed happily as he got up and began clearing the table but Louis stopped him.

'Leave it. The maids will take care of it tomorrow,' he told him, so Harry took his hand and led him into the living room that looked nice and cozy with the fireplace on and candles all around, a sweet scent filling the room. Harry turned off Mozart and went to get their wine. He handed the glass to Louis and sat down beside him.

'I missed you,' Harry told him as he ran his finger up the inside of Louis' thigh. Louis internally shivered and immediately felt his dick stir. He might get his missed out fuck after all! Before Louis could reply, Harry straddled his lap and kissed him deep and hard, plunging his tongue into Louis' mouth, tugging at the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. Louis grabbed a fistful of Harry's bum, digging his fingers in the soft flesh which felt so right in his hands. It fit perfectly.

After kissing for a while, which made both of them pretty hard, Louis began to undo the buttons of Harry's shirt, all the while looking into his beautiful green eyes. He slid the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He ran his hands up Harry's long torso, stopping at his nipples. He gently pinched the tiny perky nubs between his thumb and index fingers, watching Harry close his eyes and bite down on his bottom lip as he threw his head back and moaned softly. Louis watched him as he continued to roll his nipples, occasionally pinching them making Harry arch his back into the touch and roll his hips forward trying to find friction. He was so beautiful like this, with his face flushed from arousal and wine, soft shadows dancing on his face from the flickering candlelight. Louis leaned forward wrapping his arms around Harry's back and licked at his puffy nipple. Harry groaned and his fingers found their way into Louis' hair, tugging gently urging him on. Louis took his nipple between his lips and sucked hard making Harry whine and roll his hips. Louis ran his hands up and down Harry's back but keeping him in place as he continued to assault his nipples, giving them both equal attention. Harry was becoming breathless, panting at the sensations Louis was giving him. Louis pulled back placing kisses on the swollen red nubs and giving Harry time to catch his breath. Louis then indicated Harry's pants.

'Off,' Louis ordered and Harry was quick to get up off his lap, kick off his shoes and take off his trousers to reveal another lacy thong, this time in a soft pink. Louis nearly passed out at the beautiful sight before him. Harry straddled his lap once again and right away, Louis' hands made their way to his bum, kneading the flesh and pulling his cheeks apart. Harry moaned in pleasure as he rolled his hips over Louis' hard dick.

'Fuck I missed you,' Louis groaned when he felt the friction from Harry's dick pressing down on his own. Harry began kissing Louis' face and undoing his shirt as his lips trailed down his cheekbones down to his jaw all the while rutting against him hard.

'If you're gonna keep this up I'm gonna come like this,' Louis said breathlessly and Harry quickened his rutting, moaning all the while at the sensation. Louis bucked up his hips, his dick brushing up between Harry's butt cheeks. They kept this up for a while, both of them panting into each others open mouths while rutting hard against each other. Louis was sucking Harry's nipples again making the young boy squirm in his lap.

'Oh God,' Harry moaned. 'More Louis please.' Louis decided to give him a little more. As he sucked and bit down on his puffy, sensitive nipples, his index finger made its was to Harry's hole. Louis moved the thong to the side and ran a dry finger over his clenching hole making Harry whimper. Louis tried to push his finger in but Harry was too dry and he didn't want to hurt him. So he just kept on running his finger in lazy circles over his hole. He could feel it fluttering under his fingertip and it drove Louis crazy.

Harry was lost to the sensations Louis was making him feel. He was overwhelmed from having his nipples sucked and bit, his hole played with and his hard leaking dick rutting against Louis' own hard cock.

'I-I love you,' he whispered out breathlessly against Louis' lips. Louis froze. His hands stopped moving on Harry's bum altogether.

'What did you say?' he said in a very low voice. Harry smiled against his lips as he caressed his cheeks.

'I love you Louis,' he whispered again. 'I am in love with you.' Something then happened inside of Louis. Something snapped. Something got triggered. Things were happening inside of his head, thoughts, memories, darkness, like a black and white silent movie playing on repeat. A panic attack was gripping him in a ferocious way. His heart was ramming hard against his ribs and he felt it. The fear claw at him, the anxiety eating up his insides. He pushed Harry off of him forcefully, taking Harry completely by surprise. Harry fell backwards ending up on his ass on the carpet and even though the carpet was thick, the impact sent a jolt of pain up his spine. Louis stood up and towered over Harry who looked up at him baffled. He glared down at him, his face contorted in anger.

'The fuck did you just say to me?' Louis yelled loudly. Harry had never seen his face full of such rage before. His sweet delicate features were gone and they were replaced by a different Louis. His blue eyes had gone completely black.

'I-I-I'm s-sorry,' Harry stammered out though he didn't know what he was apologizing for exactly. He had only told Louis that he loved him and that he was in love with him.

'Sorry? Is that all you can fucking say to me?' Louis roared and Harry had to admit that he felt confused and scared as to why Louis was acting this way. Louis had yelled before and lost his temper but this was anger on a whole new different level. 'You fucking tell me that shit then say sorry? How can you even fucking say it to me when you don't even fucking know me?' he screamed. Harry swallowed hard and began to shake.

'I-I-I w-want to know you. L-l-let me know you,' Harry stammered. Louis laughed and it reminded Harry of the way some villain in a Disney movie laughed.

'You want to know me huh? I don't fucking think so. If you knew the real me you would run away from me for miles,' Louis threw at him, making Harry shrink away from him.

'I-I w-won't r-run I-I promise Louis. L-let me know you. Please,' Harry told him in a shaky voice. Louis glowered at him.

'You really want to fucking know me? The real me?' he growled at Harry.

'Y-yes,' Harry told him. Louis laughed again, sending chills up Harry's spine. He bend down and grabbed Harry's wrist harshly and hauled him up as if he was just a child.

'Okay then let's go and meet the real Louis,' Louis snarled at him as he commenced to walk and pull Harry behind him. Harry felt frightened now as Louis dragged him to a door under the stairs. He opened the door and the moment he pulled Harry in, Harry noticed the change. There were no longer light colored walls or soft thick carpets underfoot. There were cement walls and steep cement stairs leading down. Louis tugged on his wrist harshly, making Harry wince.

Don't do this! You're out of your mind!

'W-w-where are you taking me?' Harry asked him now frightened. Louis grinned at him like a maniac.

'You wanted to fucking see the real me and I'm taking you to meet him,' he yelled and tugged harshly on Harry's wrist again making him follow him down the stairs nearly making him trip as Harry's bare feet scraped painfully against the rough cement stairs. Harry's heart was beating wildly in his chest.

Stop it! Stop it now! Before its too fucking late and you will regret it.

'L-Louis I-I-m scared,' Harry whispered. Louis laughed again.

Look at him! He's terrified! Please please stop it.

'You fucking should be,' he told him as he pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairs and pushed Harry in before him. Harry lost his balance and fell forward, ending up on his knees in the middle of a big room. He looked around and his breath caught in his throat. The room was covered in studded black leather walls and it had black fitted carpets. In the middle of the room was a Victorian looking bed. It was a huge four poster bed made of dark walnut and even from his position on his knees on the carpet, Harry could tell that is was an antique. The posts were carved and it had a canopy with black curtains around it and dark red satin sheets covered the mattress. The bed was massive taking up most of the room. Next to it Harry could see a rack that held lots of leather belts of different shapes, thickness and color. He also noticed the cuffs attached to chains wrapped around the carved posts. It began to dawn on Harry what Louis liked. Louis was into bondage and whipping! Harry turned to look at him.

'I get it,' he told him. 'I know what you are into.' Louis laughed loudly.

'You know shit! Just because you see all this doesn't mean you fucking know me!' Louis yelled. 'Get up!' Harry shook his head and tried to crawl away from Louis.

'Oh no you fucking don't!' Louis roared. 'You want to know me and that's what you're gonna do. You're gonna fucking know me and see how much you love me then. Now get the fuck up and don't make me tell you one more fucking time.' Harry looked up at him with wide terrified eyes.

Leave him be! You've gone crazy!!

'Please Louis don't,' he begged him and Louis' mind went back 22 years. When he too had begged. When he too had said "don't"! Louis advanced on Harry and grabbed his wrist again.

'Get the fuck up,' he yelled and hauled him up one more time, pushing him towards the bed. Harry was feeling frantic now. Louis wouldn't hurt him would he?

Stop now before its too late. Before you go too far.

'Louis please please don't hurt me,' Harry begged frantically. His Louis was still somewhere in there so maybe he would hear him and stop this. 'Please I understand. I'm scared Louis,' Harry's voice broke and he could feel the tears coming. He was genuinely frightened.

'Turn the fuck around,' Louis roared. 'And bend over the God damn fucking bed!' Harry wiped at his eyes quickly thinking that if Louis saw him crying it would make him angrier.

He's begging you! He's terrified and in tears! Do you have a heart at all? Snap out of it.

'Please Louis,' Harry tried again, his begging bring forth more dark memories inside Louis' mind. The more Harry begged and cried, the more memories surfaced into Louis' twisted mind dragging him deeper back into a time when he was helpless and scared.

'Shut the fuck up!' he yelled as he pushed Harry face down onto the bed. 'Don't make me fucking gag you!' He grabbed one of his arms and pulled it up fastening the leather cuff tightly around his wrist.

'It hurts,' Harry whispered brokenly but Louis only went to the other side of the bed and fastened the cuff to his other wrist. Both leather cuffs dug in Harry's flesh as his arms stretched out above his head. He tried to pull his wrists hoping to free them but the leather only cut deeper into his soft skin. Louis stood at the foot of the bed behind Harry's bent form.

You're hurting him for fucks sake! He's not cut out for this.

'Spread your fucking legs,' he bellowed. Harry raised his head and tried to look over his shoulder at Louis.

'Louis please please please don't hurt me,' he cried, the tears streaming down his face but his pleas only fueled Louis towards that dark place from which he could never be freed. He grabbed one of Harry's ankles and stretched his leg towards one of the posts making Harry cry out as his hip bone creaked loudly. He fastened a cuff round his ankle then did the same with the other. Now Harry was bound down, bent over the bed at the waist, face down, arms raised up above his head and legs spread apart. Harry tried to move, tugging at his wrists but to no avail. Louis had bound him tightly. Louis grabbed his thong and ripped it off of him, throwing it to the floor.

'Louis untie please they hurt,' Harry begged. 'W-we can talk. I-I promise I will understand. I-I won't run Louis I promise. I promise. Please don't do this to me,' he pleaded, a sob escaping his lips. He could hear Louis shuffling somewhere behind him but he couldn't see him.

Can't you feel anything for this angel you are about to wreck?

'There's nothing to fucking talk about Harry. YOU fucking wanted this! YOU asked to fucking know me and I'm introducing you to the monster that I am,' Louis growled and before he even finished speaking he landed the belt hard on Harry's bum. Harry was caught by surprise and he cried out loudly in pain at the sharp sting of leather on his skin. His breath caught and before he could even breath properly, Louis landed another one that caught him on the back of his thighs. Harry's body tensed up tightly as he pulled hard at his restraints.

Please stop!

'Louis stop,' he cried. 'Please stop.' But Louis was too far gone to even hear him. He kept delivering blow after blow, hitting Harry hard on his ass and back of the thighs. Harry cried and screamed and thrashed and pulled at his restraints trying to free himself but it was to no avail. He begged Louis repeatedly to stop, that he was hurting him but little did he know that his begging and pleas were only driving Louis further into his dark place. When Louis' arm began to ache, he dropped the belt to the floor and when Harry heard the thud of the leather on the carpet, he sighed in relief thinking that this ordeal was over but it was far from over. Louis unzipped his trousers, spread open Harry's cheeks and plunged himself balls deep into Harry in one swift movement without any prep or lube. Harry screamed at the intrusion feeling the pain of Louis' dick entering him dry.

Have you no shame at all? He is not one of your whores!

'Stop! Stop! Stop!' he sobbed, his voice already raw from all the crying and screaming. 'Louis please it hurts bad. Please just stop!' But Louis was nowhere near done. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, making Harry scream in pain again. The burn inside his ass was excruciating and Louis felt pain too. His dick hurt from the dry drag of skin and Harry's tightness around him. Harry's body was so tense, Louis could hardly move inside him yet he spread his cheeks wider, pulled out again and rammed his dick home straight into Harry's prostate making him cry harder. Harry grabbed at the sheets in fistfuls trying to find something to hold on to as he felt Louis split him apart. He cried and begged but Louis just continued to fuck him raw. Louis held him down by placing both hands on Harry's lower back pressing him further down into the mattress and continued pounding him, attacking his prostate harshly. It got so intense and Harry's prostate was so sensitive from being hit repeatedly that his stomach lurched and he threw up all over the bed because he couldn't take it anymore. His arms hurt from all the pulling, nearly dislocating his shoulders from their sockets. He could feel the joints in his shoulders popping and protesting. His dick lay limp and dribbling pre cum. He was in too much pain to even get hard.

You know there is no coming back from this right? You crossed a line you cannot come back from.

Finally Harry gave up struggling. He went pliant on the bed and gave himself over to Louis completely, letting him ride it out. There was no getting out of this and the more he struggled, the more his body tensed up and the more he felt pain. He relaxed on the bed, his face in his own vomit and whimpered silently as Louis continued to fuck him hard. How was it possible that this was his sweet, kind Louis? The Louis that took him to Paris and made sweet love to him and took care of him? Harry felt more hot tears fall from his eyes as Louis continued to ram his dick hard inside him. At last he felt a warm liquid seep inside his ass filling him up and he knew that Louis had come. He closed his eyes feeling thankful that it was over. Louis pulled out of him harshly making Harry cry out and when he looked down, he saw cum and blood seep out of Harry's ass down the back of his thighs. There was also some blood on his dick. He zipped himself up and went to the side of the bed looking down on a very ruined Harry. His face was streaked with tears and vomit, his eyes red and puffy. His lips were bleeding because he had bit down on them so hard. Louis leaned down a little closer to him.

'See if you can love me now Harry. Bet you can't tell me you love me now huh?' Harry couldn't even open his eyes. He didn't have any strength at all left in his body and his body hurt all over. He just lay there unmoving. Louis padded out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

'I love you,' Harry whispered into the empty room before his knees buckled beneath him.

X

Louis took the stairs of the basement two at a time. As soon as he reached the first floor he yelled for Jarvis.

'JARVIS! Jarvis where the fuck are you?' he yelled. Jarvis came out of a side door and rushed over to Louis panicked as to why his boss was yelling so loudly at this late hour.

'I'm here Sir. Is anything the matter?'

'Go down to the basement and take care of him,' he growled at him harshly. Jarvis took a step back from the intensity of Louis' anger.

'Yes Sir,' he replied without questioning him further and hurried down to the basement. Jarvis had taken care of a few of Louis' boys after one of his sessions. Louis stomped up the stairs to his room, taking the stairs two at a time. He was fuming, the rage inside of him reaching new heights which surprised even him. He entered his room, slamming the door forcefully behind him, making the wooden door rattle on its hinges.

You are turning into him.

Louis clenched his fists tightly, his short fingernails digging into the palm of his hands.

You are as disgusting as him!

'NO!' Louis screamed. With a swipe of his arm he cleared his dresser of all the things on it, sending all his after shave and jewellery boxes crashing to the floor, cuff links and tie clips scattering everywhere. 'I'M NOT HIM!' he screamed again, pulling at his hair. He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. When he turned around, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and he hardly recognized himself.

You are him!

Louis grabbed his hair dryer and hurled it at the mirror, shattering the glass into a million piece as they rained into the ceramic sink.

'I AM NOTHING LIKE HIM!' he screamed again. He quickly undressed, throwing his clothes into a heap on the floor. As soon as he took of his trousers he noticed the dried blood on his dick.

Still think you're not him?

Louis got in the shower putting his head under the water and letting it wash away all his sweat and blood off of him. He was breathing harshly, his lungs trying to pump in enough air but he was gulping like a fish out of water. He knew it was a panic attack gripping him viciously. He tried to breathe calmly but his heart was pounding from fear. In his mind, he was still in that dark room. In that small bedroom 22 years ago. He closed his eyes tightly shut willing the memories to go away and leave him alone.

'No. No. No. No,' he told himself.

You did what you vowed you would never do. You hurt the only person that has dared to love you. You took away his innocence and you hurt him like no other.

Suddenly he felt deflated, his body going numb, all anger evaporating from his system now replaced by guilt and shame. He slid down the shower wall till he was sitting on the floor, the water cascading down on him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and put his chin on them.

'What have I done?' he asked himself and burst into tears, hearty sobs that racked his chest as he thought about what he had just done to Harry. It all came flooding back as if he was waking up from a horrible nightmare only to realize that it was all real. He realized then what he had done to Harry all because he had told him that he loved him.

'What have I done?' he sobbed loudly. 'What have I done to you? Oh my God what have I done to you?' He closed his eyes tightly shut as he heard Harry in his mind crying and screaming and begging him to stop, that he was hurting him but he just kept on going and going and going because he had been dragged again into his dark past and Harry had paid for it because Harry dared to tell him that he loved him! Louis just sat there under the shower, crying his heart out, feeling his heartbreaking in his chest until the water ran cold and when it was freezing, he turned it off yet he remained sitting there in the shower shivering, his teeth chattering knowing that there was no way back from this. Harry was gone. Harry was no more.

X

Harry stirred in bed, trying not to move his body too much. He hardly slept a wink, only drifting in and out of sleep occasionally only to wake up startled, realizing what had happened to him. After Jarvis had come down to the basement and undid his cuffs, Harry had collapsed on to the carpet unable to move. Jarvis had helped him up and Harry had cried out due to the pain in his body. Cum and blood were seeping down the back of his thighs all the way to his ankles and when he tried to walk, a severe burning pain shot up his ass making him gasp.

Harry had seen the way Jarvis had looked at him. A look of shock and horror mixed with pity. Jarvis had taken his time patiently as Harry tried to lift one foot in front of the other to make it up the stairs, crying out loud with every step he took, not to mention feeling embarrassed that he was naked and bleeding with cum seeping out of him while this man knew what had happened down here. But Jarvis was kind and gentle with him, encouraging him all the while telling him that he had him and he won't let him fall and that once he got to bed he will feel better which was a complete lie because Harry felt like he had been run over by an eighteen wheeler and had a hot poker shoved up his ass.

When they finally got to the guest bedroom, Jarvis took him into the bathroom and filled up the bath with hot water, adding salt to the water, explaining to Harry that salt helped to disinfect and heal wounds. Harry didn't know what wounds Jarvis was referring to until Jarvis brought him a mirror and Harry could see that some of the welts on his bum and back of the thighs were oozing blood. The leather had bit so hard into the flesh that at some points it had broken the skin.

Harry stood there and couldn't believe what had just happened. So Louis was into this stuff? Is this what he did? What he enjoyed? He enjoyed beating and raping people? Harry had heard about these kinks and fetishes but this type of thing was different. There was an anger in Louis so deep for him to take it out like this. Pain coursed through Harry's body and he cried silently, his body shivering and trembling from cold and shock.

Jarvis had helped him into the hot water and when he sat down Harry nearly screamed because his wounds burned and his asshole felt torn apart. The water began turning pink and Harry cried harder. He cried because he was in pain and he cried for what Louis had done to him. But he couldn't really blame him could he? He had asked him, no insisted that Louis show him his true self and whatever dark torment possessed Louis, he had taken it out on Harry.

Jarvis had comforted him the best he could and when he was done with his bath, he had helped him into bed, suggesting he sleep naked as clothes would only stick to his wounds. He had given Harry a chamomile tea to calm him and some paracetamol to help with the pain and had sat with Harry until he fell asleep. Which wasn't too much. One time he woke up screaming for Louis to stop and Jarvis was there to calm him down and give him some more paracetamol for the pain.

This time, when he finally gave up on sleep altogether, Jarvis wasn't there. The room was empty and Harry could tell that it was still early morning from the weak light filtering in through the open curtains. He tried to sit up but his body was in too much pain. Every time he moved, his ass burned so badly and ached so much. Not to mention the belt hits! Harry buried his face in the pillow and cried again. He knew he loved Louis and it made all this that much harder.

They say when you love someone you accept them as they are with all their faults and scars and baggage and from what Harry had seen so far, Louis had a lot even though Harry knew nothing as to what led Louis to act this way. He knew he couldn't unlove Louis because of this. If this was Louis' way of dealing with his demons, then Harry knew he had to help him fight them off.

He gently sat up, pain wrecking his body. For a minute he thought he was going to throw up from the throbbing of the wounds. Each lash on his body and inside his ass seemed like to have a heart of its own, each beating and pounding. Tears flowed down from Harry's eyes as he finally stood up on wobbly feet. He held on to the furniture as he took small steps towards the chest of drawers across the room. Each step he took, sent jolts of pain all over. When he made it to the chest of drawers, sweating and panting, he opened it and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, not bothering with underwear as he knew he couldn't have tight boxers against his sore skin. With much force and a struggle he managed to put the sweatpants on, hissing and crying as the material brushed over the back of his legs and bum.

He opened the door of the guestroom and hobbled out onto the landing, one hand supporting him against the wall. It took great effort to walk and it was making him feel dizzy and sick. As he reached the top of the stairs, he grabbed on to the banister and commenced to slowly climb down the steps one step at a time. He had to stop every now and then, panting and sweating, the pain making him see double. Half way down the stairs, Jarvis saw him struggling.

'Sir!' he exclaimed as he ran towards him, catching him just as Harry's knees buckled. He let out a strangled sob of pain. 'You should be in bed Sir. You need to heal.' Harry gave him a weak smile.

'Just Harry Jarvis please,' he told him in a low voice. 'Please help me to the kitchen.' Jarvis nodded and helped him the rest of the way to the kitchen. When Mrs. Davis saw him, she let out a shocked gasp, covering her mouth in horror at the sight of Harry.

'Oh dear God what has happened to you?' she asked him as she hurried over to help Jarvis. 'Bring him in here Jarvis!' she fussed. When they got to the breakfast bar she pulled out a stool for Harry but Jarvis shook his head and Mrs. Davis immediately understood what had happened and she choked back a sob but her eyes filled with tears as she stroked Harry's hair.

'Do you want breakfast love?' she asked him tenderly. Harry knew he couldn't sit down even though his legs were getting tired. He just clutched on to the breakfast bar.

'Just some tea Judy please and some pain killers if its not too much trouble,' Harry told her trying his best to look brave but he couldn't help the pain that was etched on his face. Mrs. Davis nodded and went into the kitchen to make him a hot mug of tea and get him some pain killers. Harry leaned into the counter and took in a few deep breaths trying hard not to pass out from the pain. Just then Louis entered the kitchen and Harry wanted nothing more than to pass out right there and then, to just lose consciousness.

Louis halted in his step for a fraction, his eyes zeroing in on Harry and the pitiful state his was in. He wasn't expecting him to be here.

Proud of your handiwork?

Louis' heart felt heavy when he saw how pale Harry looked, standing there leaning on the counter, his hair plastered to his face and neck from how much he was sweating. Louis knew there was no fucking way in hell that Harry could sit down and that if he did, it would be agony. Still, he cleared his throat and walked into the kitchen trying not to take notice of Harry, pulled out a stool and sat down. He took the paper off the counter and opened it concentrating on the words but not really seeing the print because his mind was on Harry.

Such a cold son of a bitch. Can't even bare to look at him can you? You should be fucking apologizing and holding him not ignoring him.

Louis swallowed and ignored his subconscious because he knew that if he looked at Harry again, he would burst into tears and he would be damned if he let that happen. Guilt was eating him up inside enough and he knew there was no way to make up for what he had done. It was a battle between guilt and pride and pride won out hands down!

'Louis,' Harry croaked out trying his hardest to hide his pain in front of Louis. Louis barely just looked at him and it made his heart hurt. 'Can we talk?' Harry asked him his voice just a mere whisper.

'There's nothing to talk about,' Louis snapped and went back to his newspaper.

He wants to talk to you asshole. Acknowledge him! Its the least you can do after beating the fuck out of him and fucking him raw!

'Please?' Harry pleaded. Louis slammed the newspaper down on the counter, making Harry jump and take an involuntary step backwards.

He's terrified of you. Don't scare him further.

Louis stared ahead, refusing to look at Harry. When he came into the kitchen, he didn't miss the way Harry's fingers were curled around the edges of the counter, his knuckles white from holding on too tightly to hold himself up or the way his voice thickened when he spoke in an attempt to disguise his pain. For his benefit! Louis knew Harry was putting on the brave act for the sole purpose of his benefit, to not make him feel bad for what had happened and that made Louis not only hate himself but detest himself so much. Harry stayed rooted to the spot not wanting to move so that Louis wouldn't see how his body ached.

'Louis about last night,' Harry rasped slowly and Louis clenched his fingers into fists. Why was he fucking talking about it? He never talked with his boys about what had happened in the basement the morning after so why was he even fucking bringing it up? He never saw what he did to them or the shape they were in when they left his house. He never found them in his face in the morning, having to be confronted with his actions from the previous night. 'I understand,' Harry whispered and those two words pushed all the wrong buttons inside of Louis and tipped him over the edge. He turned on Harry,full of rage.

'You understand what exactly?' Louis yelled and he immediately saw Harry visibly shrink away from him.

He's terrified of you.

Harry gulped clearly nervous. 'A-about w-what you did. To me. I-I get it. Many people......'

'You don't understand shit!' Louis roared slamming his hand down on the counter, making Harry take a few sudden steps back which resulted in Harry moaning in pain at his sudden movements. He quickly shut his mouth trying to swallow his painful sobs down but Louis had heard and seen his face twist in agony. 'Look at you!' Louis screamed.

'I-it's fine. I'll h-heal,' Harry stammered not wanting to make Louis mad. He just wanted to reassure him that he was okay.

What the fuck? He is actually okay with this?

Louis remained immobile standing there not believing the words Harry just said to him. Was it even possible that he still wanted to be with him despite all this?

Now is the time to show that you are not HIM. Set him free. You're not good for him. You wrecked him far too bad. Be a man. Unlike HIM. Don't be selfish and keep him with you just to torture him because that is exactly what you will do if you keep him here.

Louis knew what he had to do. 'Its not about you healing,' he said angrily. 'You're not cut out for this. You are not one of my boys. You are weak and needy and you fucking cling to me like a God damn leech sucking the life out of me.' Louis watched Harry's face change into a look of shocked horror at his words and he knew that he was hitting him right where it hurt but he had to keep on going. There was no turning back now. In order for Harry to be safe and happy and away from him, he had to keep on going.

'Your friends were right and you should've listened to them. You had one thing I wanted and that I never had before. You were so fucking easy to seduce and blind you with sweet words. You literally melted like a pile of snow in my hands. You were so fucking easy to give up your virginity to me.'

'No,' Harry whimpered as tears fell down from his eyes, refusing to believe Louis' words. 'No.' Louis chuckled.

'Don't delude yourself. Did you think you're my type? Did you honestly think for one second that I would fall for a broke student who's struggling in life?' Louis laughed. 'Oh my God you totally did! Sweet words are nothing and I'm quite good with them. You are nothing like my boys. Nothing. You can't handle what I give. Look at you! You're pitiful.'

'Louis please,' Harry croaked out now fully sobbing. 'P-please d-don't send me a-away. Please. I meant it when I said I love you. I don't care about this. J-just give me t-time to adjust. I-I will get better at it I-I promise. It j-just came as a surprise. I-I wasn't ready but I-I will be next time Louis I-I promise. Maybe...maybe just go a little easier on me till I-I get used to it but I will I-I promise.'

Look what you've done to him. He's so in love with you he's ready to get used to you beating the shit out of him! Be tough. Be a man. Don't be like HIM. Let him go.

Louis laughed again.

'Can you stop embarrassing yourself! I don't want you! I totally feel nothing for you so stop imagining things in your stupid head. You are not cut out for my tastes. The love you say you feel for me, doesn't phase me at all. It's meaningless to me. So just fucking leave already. I can hardly stand to look at you. You portray everything that is weak in a human being and I can't stand weakness. Now, do me a favor and get lost. I want you to get the fuck out of my house and don't ever let me see your face again. Don't ever call me or come anywhere near my house or office unless you want me to get a restraining order. Got it?' Harry was crying so hard by now that he couldn't reply. He only nodded.

'Jarvis!!' Louis yelled and Jarvis was quick to enter the kitchen as if he had just been inside the door way waiting to be called up on.

'Yes Sir?'

'Get Angus to take him home and make sure he is never allowed on the premises again,' Louis ordered.

'Yes Sir,' Jarvis replied with a small bow towards Louis. Then he turned a sympathetic look at Harry who was crying uncontrollably. 'Come along Sir,' he told him kindly, taking him by the arm to help him walk, fully knowing that Harry couldn't walk unaided. Harry let him help him because he felt weak and as Jarvis led him out, Harry looked back at Louis.

'Louis please. Don't! Don't send me away. Give me a chance. Please,' he sobbed but Louis just sat there, with his back to him, listening to his sobbing and heart wrenching cries until it faded and the house was silent again.

Jarvis led Harry out to the waiting car and instructed Angus to take Harry home. Harry gingerly got into the car unable to sit properly, crying his heart out as Angus pulled out of Louis' driveway. Angus passed him a box of tissues.

'Thank you,' Harry croaked out. 'Angus please take me to the hospital.' And Angus simply nodded.

X

Louis sat stock still in his silent kitchen. He knew he had been harsh and probably had broken Harry's heart after having broken his body but it was necessary. After he had seen him when he came into the kitchen this morning, he knew that he had to keep Harry away from him at all cost. He could not and would not forgive himself for what he had done to him. There was no forgiveness for an animal like him and the fact that Harry still wanted him and wanted to get used to being beaten by him, only made Louis feel even more guilty and disgusted by himself. No, he had to let him go. Get away from his dark twisted world. Harry was pure and innocent and too good. He deserved the light and love not this and if being harsh with him and breaking his heart would achieve that, then so be it. Hearts heal and Louis was sure that Harry would find someone who would love him the way he deserved to be loved.

Mrs. Davis walked into the kitchen and Louis could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and she dabbed at her nose with a white handkerchief.

'Do you want breakfast Sir?' she asked him, her tone clipped and Louis could understand her detachment and how she probably resented him because she loved Harry, she doted on him like a son.

'Just coffee Judy please,' Louis told her dryly as he continued to stare at the newspaper not really reading anything but giving him something to do other than see Judy's hard stare on him. He cared for her and her judgement of him effected him more than he cared to admit to. 'Is there anything else Judy?' Louis asked her when she did not move to go make his coffee. Mrs. Davis straightened her back and shoulders.

'In fact there is,' she told him. Louis put the newspaper down and looked at her and the look in her eyes cut him deep inside.

'What is it?' he asked her.

'May I speak frankly?' Mrs. Davis asked and Louis simply nodded. Mrs. Davis took in a deep breath. 'How could you? To him of all people? In all the years I have worked for you, I have seen men leave this house and none of them have left it battered the way Harry left it today. And in all the years I have been in this house, I have never seen you with a sparkle in your eyes or a gait to your step or simply being happy until Harry came into your life. Do you have any idea how you have been these past few weeks since Harry entered your life and you had the audacity to break him that way? He brought you love and happiness and you beat him for it because you don't know how to handle it. That boy is the joy you have been missing your entire life and you made him pay for it. I have watched you being unhappy despite having all the wealth in the world. You live alone. You trust no one. You let nobody in. You have no close friends. Nothing. That beautiful boy has changed you so much for the better and you didn't even realize it but we have and it was such a pleasure to see you happy for a change, to see you investing in someone, to see you smile. I prayed that you will find the happiness you lacked in Harry because you deserve it. Everyone deserves to be happy no matter how bad they think they are. You broke him in so many ways and he loves you still. That's something very special and you should really think about it. I will go and make your coffee now Sir.'

Louis just sat there looking at the empty space where Mrs. Davis had been. Had it been that obvious to all those around him that he was happy? Did he really deserve to be happy?

Not now you don't. Not after you made such a huge mess of things. But you can fix them by letting Harry live his life. Away from you and the destruction you bring. If you want to make amends, gift him the gift of freedom from your toxic self.

Louis felt a pain in his chest that made him breathless. It felt as if his ribs where trying to push their way outwards of his chest. He felt breathless and sick to the stomach. Had he really had happiness? The happiness that he had so long hoped for? He had never felt anything before like the emotions he had felt with Harry. Was that why he beat him worse than the others? Because Harry had made him feel? Because Harry had touched his heart and made him vulnerable? Was it because Harry made him weak inside and he could not abide weakness? Was it because Harry had made him think that it was possible for him to fall in love and need someone? Was it because Harry had made him want to plan a future and he could see all the possibilities of a serious life long relationship with him? Had he beaten him so bad because Harry had made him desire a life he never thought was possible for him and deep down inside, he wanted it? Deep down inside, Louis knew that Harry made him want it all, commitment, marriage, kids, even a dog and a family car and that confused him and scared him the shit out of him.

Louis felt it deep inside of him now. The loss. The separation. The emptiness that Harry had left behind. It was tearing him apart inside knowing there will be no more text messages with smiley emojis and stupid phone calls, dinners and dates. No more sitting here at this breakfast bar listening to Harry talking while he tried to read the newspaper pretending to be annoyed with him but secretly fonding over him like an idiot. No more excited conversations from an excited Harry telling him about his day, making him forget all his stress at work. No more seeing the dorky boy with the mile long legs and curly messy hair, smiling big at him and popping his dimples, doting over him, adoring him, loving him. No more coming home to find Harry doing his homework on the breakfast bar, books and papers everywhere, with a pen stuck in his mouth as he laughed with Mrs. Davis........Louis slammed his fist down hard on the counter top. He pushed his stool back making it topple to the tiled floor with a loud clang and made his way upstairs into his room, where for the second time, he got into the shower and cried his heart out.

Yes cry it out. But at least you know you did the right thing by letting him go.

X

Angus stopped the car in front of the emergency unit at The Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel. He turned in his seat and looked at Harry who looked as if he was ready to pass out.

'Do you want me to go in with you?' Angus asked him kindly, his voice full of compassion. Harry gave him a weak smile.

'No thank you. I will be fine. I just need them to give me something stronger than paracetamol for the pain,' Harry told him in a soft voice. Angus nodded.

'Would you like me to wait for you so I can drive you home?' Harry gently leaned over and squeezed Angus' shoulder.

'No. Go Angus. He will need you to take him to work soon and I don't want you getting in trouble for being late. I will call one of my friends when I'm done here.' Angus nodded at him again as Harry began getting out of his car.

'I am so sorry this happened to you,' Angus told him. 'You are a very kind boy. You didn't deserve this.' Harry smiled at him again.

'I am pretty sure that whatever drives Louis to do this, he didn't deserve it either. Bye Angus. It was nice knowing you.'

'Bye Harry,' Angus told him as he watched him wince as he got out of the car and waddled towards the Emergency entrance. When he had gone in, Angus pulled out and headed towards home. Harry entered the emergency unit trying to hold on to anything that could help him stay up. A nurse saw him and came rushing over to him.

'Sir are you hurt?' he asked him immediately scanning Harry to check for any sign of trauma. Harry paused holding onto the reception desk.

'I need a doctor,' Harry told him. 'Urgent.' He really needed some relief from the pain. The nurse nodded.

'I will get you a wheelchair,' the nurse told him but Harry was already shaking his head.

'No please. It-its kinda painful f-for me t-to sit down,' Harry explained feeling his cheeks burn up at having to explain his pain.The nurse nodded and helped him to an empty examination room.

'I'll find the on call doctor and will be back soon okay. In the meantime please fill in these papers. Its procedure.' He handed Harry a few sheets and a pen. The nurse left and Harry began filling out the papers. He knew he should've called Niall or Liam because he could use the help but he didn't want to be asked questions he couldn't answer. They will panic and worry and he wasn't ready to face them just yet. He will make up a story to tell them after the doctor will see to him then call one of them to come pick him up. He had hardly finished filling out the forms when the door opened and a doctor in blue scrubs and a white lab coat entered the room followed by the nurse who had brought him into this room, possibly to assist the doctor. The doctor was fairly young maybe in his mid-thirties, with short dark hair, a goatee and blue eyes that made Harry inwardly groan and curse his luck that a young male doctor had to see to him! The doctor smiled at him, flashing perfect white teeth and extended his hand.

'I'm Dr. Blake. Craig Blake.' Harry gave him a small smile.

'I'm Harry,' he said taking his hand and shaking it. The doctor looked at him.

'You look like you're in pain. What's the problem Harry?' Dr. Blake asked him, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the counter behind him. Harry felt flustered. How was he going to explain his pains?

'I um I just um need some pain killers,' Harry told him hoping that would be enough and avoid an examination. Dr. Blake raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

'You need pain killers for?' Harry sighed heavily and looked down at his shoes realizing there was no way out of this. The doctor realized that Harry was uncomfortable and took a few steps towards him, standing a few inches taller than Harry.

'Harry,' he said gently, 'I can see that you are in immense pain and that you need painkillers and I agree with you but I cannot give out pain killers without knowing and checking the pain so how about you tell me where it hurts so we can sort it out huh?' Harry bit his lower lip hard.

'Its my um bum,' he said quietly feeling very embarrassed.

'Okay,' Dr. Blake said. 'Hemorrhoids?' Harry shook his head, avoiding eye contact with the doctor.

'A-and I-I can't s-seem to pee,' Harry told him blushing further.

'Alright how about we take a look then? Can you please get on the examination table so I can see what's wrong with you?' Once again Harry bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

'I-I can't get on it. H-hurts too much to move,' he whispered.

'It's okay Harry,' Dr Blake reassured him seeing his distress. 'How about you change into a hospital gown first?' Harry nodded and walked to the adjoining bathroom to change. When he walked back out, he held the back of the gown because it was open. Dr. Blake had a clip board in his hands and was writing down on a sheet of paper. When he heard Harry enter the room, he put it down and walked towards him.

'Shall we begin?' he asked him and Harry nodded. He had no other choice even though he didn't much like this one. 'Stand by the table and just bend forward a little placing your chest flat on the bed. Can you do that or is it too painful?' Harry could do that but bending forwards on a bed brought back to him a very bad recent memory. He gulped and bent forward, knowing he was exposing himself. He felt the doctor's hands brush aside the gown and gasp loudly.

'Oh my God!' Dr. Blake exclaimed and Harry closed his eyes tightly shut. He knew that the doctor knew that his wounds where done by a belt. Dr. Blake swallowed hard and looked at the nurse who was standing there, his mouth open. 'Pass me a pair of gloves please,' he told him then turned to Harry. 'Harry does it only hurt on the outside or do you feel pain on the inside too?' Harry took a moment to reply.

'Inside too,' he said quietly. The doctor snapped the gloves on.

'I am going to have to check you internally. You are bleeding,' he explained. Harry quickly shook his head.

'No. It hurts too much,' he said brokenly.

'I know but I have to if we are going to make you feel better,' the doctor said then paused. 'Harry I need to ask you a question and I need you to reply to me honestly. Where you sexually assaulted?' Harry knew that he would be asked this question.

'No,' he said quietly. The doctor and the nurse exchanged a look.

'Harry you can report this. You can report the person that hurt you,' Dr. Blake explained. Harry grit his teeth as he felt the tears burn in his eyes.

'I wasn't raped,' he said slowly.

But you were.

Harry refused to think it. Louis hadn't raped him. They had had sex before. It was just a different type of sex. A rougher version.

Tied and held down and still getting fucked after saying no and stop repeatedly? I beg to differ.

'I wasn't raped,' he repeated again more to convince himself.

'Okay,' Dr. Blake told him though what he was seeing so far told a whole different story. 'Harry I need you to relax and take a deep breath for me. On the count of three I am going to examine you internally. It might hurt just a little but please bear with me. Ready?' Harry nodded and gripped the edges of the examination table hard bracing himself. He knew what was coming and his body wasn't ready for it.

'One. Two. Three.'

Dr. Blake ever so gently inserted his index finger all the way inside Harry and he heard him cry out in pain.

'Its okay Harry relax. Relax your muscles,' the doctor assured him. 'Breathe deeply we're almost done.' But Harry was sobbing in pain as his torn asshole was abused again. He was feeling the burn all over again as the doctor examined him internally.

'Please stop,' Harry cried. 'Stop! Stop!'

'Its okay Harry. It's alright. We're done. We're done.' The doctor pulled out and removed his gloves, helping Harry to stand up. Dr. Blake looked at Harry as he walked over to the sink and washed his hands, dried them and walked back handing Harry a tissue to wipe his eyes.

'Harry, you have bleeding on the inside. That's the result of an anal fissure. You have a bad tear in the anus and anal canal. These fissures are caused by trauma Harry.' Dr. Blake stopped and analyzed Harry's face for any reaction but he just kept on looking down not wanting to meet the doctor's eyes. 'Sometimes these fissures are caused by rough and forced penetration.........'

'I-I wasn't....' Harry stammered but couldn't continue.

'Harry if someone did this to you without your consent which by the looks of it, you didn't give your consent to, you have to report it. I have seen the ligature marks on your wrists and ankles and your prostate is so swollen no wonder you can't urinate. It's very bruised and swollen and it might get infected. The person that did this to you.....' Harry looked at him.

'I gave my consent,' he said quietly but Dr. Blake just shook his head, clearly not believing him.

'Okay if you say so but my examination will be on record and I have to put down my findings. You will be in pain for a good few days and let's hope that the fissure will heal with the treatment I am going to give you. If it won't heal, you will need a small surgery to fix it. We need to keep it free from infection. The treatment I will give you has some anesthesia in the cream that you will insert inside so it will help give you relief from the pain. I will also prescribe pain killers for the rest of your injuries. Drink plenty of fluids. I will give you something to reduce the swelling and bruising in your prostate. Hopefully it will reduce the swelling quickly and you will be able to relieve yourself. And rest. As much as you can. Your body needs it to heal.'

'Thank you,' Harry told him quietly. The doctor nodded.

'I will go and get your prescriptions.' When he left, Harry exhaled slowly and got dressed. When Dr. Blake came back he was by himself. He handed Harry the prescriptions.

'Harry I wrote my personal number down for you in case you need anything. I know what I saw even though you deny it. Apart from being a doctor I work with abused people and I've seen things. Men get raped too and I know its embarrassing......'

'It-it wasn't like that,' Harry said trying to justify Louis' actions. He didn't want to get him in any trouble. Dr. Blake sighed in defeat.

'Do you have anyone who can come and get you?' he asked him kindly. Harry looked at him and nearly burst into tears at the kind, compassionate look the doctor was giving him.

'I-I'll see if one of my friends can pick me up.'

'Look, my shift ends in half an hour. How about I get you a tea or coffee and I will drive you home yeah?' he asked him. Harry hesitated for a minute and Dr. Blake picked up on his hesitation. He put his hand on his shoulder. 'I only want to help you and be your friend. I'll even get your prescriptions for you too if you want.' Dr. Blake smiled at him kindly and Harry felt a knot in his throat.

'Okay thank you,' Harry told him.

'Great. You can wait for me out in the waiting room yeah. It won't belong. I'll get you a hot drink.' Dr. Blake opened the examination room door and called for a wheelchair. Before Harry could protest, he turned to face him. 'Yes I know it hurts but you need to sit. You are doing your legs and back no good by standing and we don't want to complicate your situation. As soon as you get home, you can lie down and rest.' An orderly brought the wheelchair and ever so gently, Harry eased himself down and winced but also sighed in relief at getting off his feet. He was getting awfully tired from standing. Dr.Blake instructed the orderly to wheel the patient out into the waiting room and get him a hot drink.

After about twenty minutes Dr. Blake came back again, this time out of his scrubs and white lab coat wearing jeans, a light blue button up and a gray pea coat. Harry looked at him and gave him a smile.

'Thank you Dr......'

'Craig. I'm officially off work now so please just call me Craig. Shall we get you home then?' Harry nodded and Craig wheeled him out of the emergency and into the parking lot to his car. He helped Harry off the chair and gently into the car, buckling up his seat belt. Craig got in the driver's seat and looked at Harry to see him breathing fast, his eyes screwed up tightly shut.

'Hey hey breathe slowly yeah. I know its the pain but breathe slowly.' Craig reached over and took his pulse. 'Your heart rate is very fast. You need to calm down Harry. Breathe in and out slowly and don't hold your body too tense. You need to allow constant blood flow to your pained areas and if you hold your muscles so tightly you will restrict that.' As the pain ebbed away a little, Harry's breathing returned to normal. When Craig saw that he had relaxed a little, he pulled out of the parking lot asking Harry for directions towards his house. As Craig maneuvered through the London mid-morning traffic he made small talk with Harry, trying to keep his mind off his injuries. On the way he stopped at Boots Chemist to get him his pills and medications.

Finally, Craig stopped the car in front of Harry's flat in Edgware Road.

'Thank you so much,' Harry told him.

'Do you need help making it up the stairs?' Craig asked him kindly.

'I think I can manage. Its only one floor up. I'll go slowly.' Craig smiled at him.

'Okay. Harry if you ever need anything, you have my number. Call anytime. I'm a doctor. I'm always on call even when I'm not.' Harry nodded at him and made to get out but Craig placed a hand on his arm. 'Are you safe?' he asked him. 'I mean what happened to you, there is no chance the person could....'

'No. There's no chance,' Harry told him sadly. He could feel his eyes tear up but swallowed back a sob. Craig squeezed his arm.

'Unfortunately, your heart and mind will take longer to heal than your body. Be strong Harry. You have a friend in me if you ever need one.' Harry was so emotionally over come that he wanted to hug Craig so badly but he knew he had just met the guy and Louis had said he was needy and stuck to people like a leech and he didn't want to give Craig that impression of him.

'Thank you,' he said again and ever so slowly got out of the car. He walked in small steps to his apartment and opened the door. Craig waited until he was inside before he drove off.

X

'Jarvis where is Angus?' Mrs. Davis asked the butler.

'He is near the garage washing the cars,' Jarvis informed her. Mrs.Davis put her hands on her waist.

'Well tell him he needs to drive me to Harry's home. He's been there before and I need him to take me there.' Jarvis scratched his head.

'Judy, the boss won't like it,' he warned her.

'Right now I don't really care what he likes or doesn't like! That poor boy cannot fend for himself in the state he is in and Angus did tell me that he drove him straight to the hospital. I made food for him and I need to go and see if he is okay.' Jarvis took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

'I felt sorry for the boy, the way I found him last night. I mean, I take care of them afterwards but I've never seen one hurt as bad as Harry.' Judy huffed.

'Someone should take a belt to him. See how he likes it,' she complained. 'Poor boy! He is such a sweetheart.' Jarvis nodded agreeing with her.

'For a while I thought that Mr. Tomlinson might have found someone he could settle down with. Nobody has ever stayed longer than a week or two the most. Or slept in this house. He was doing so well and doing so many new things with Harry. So many first times. I mean this was the longest time he stayed with someone. I don't understand,' Jarvis said. Judy patted his arm.

'Its quite simple really Jarvis dear. Mr. Tomlinson fell in love and he is scared for whatever reason that haunts him. Something bad must've made him this way and though my heart goes out to him, I am very upset with him for what he did to poor Harry. Now Jarvis, please inform Angus to take me to Harry. I am going to take care of him whether Mr. Tomlinson approves or not!' Jarvis smiled at her and went off to tell Angus. Ten minutes later, Judy was sat in the back of the Bentley with her wicker picnic basket as Angus drove her to Harry's flat.

X

Harry was lying on his side on the couch. The pain wasn't too bad if he laid still. After getting home from the hospital, he took a hot bath and applied the treatment as Craig had instructed him to do. Then he made a cup of tea and took the pain killers which somehow eased the pain off a little more. Now he just lay on the sofa with the telly turned on but no sound. He wasn't actually paying any attention to what was on the screen. He just stared at it seeing nothing.

His mind was active. And cruel. It played back to him in HD all that happened in the past 24 hours. Yes, his body hurt but his heart hurt more. The words Louis had said to him. How it was true that he had only used him. His friends had been right all along but he had been blinded by the love he felt for the man. From the very first time he had met him, Harry had felt something towards the man and it had only grown but Louis did not love him. Louis had only used him as a toy. They had all been right. They had warned him but he hadn't listened. He was nothing but a naive little boy who dreamed and believed in true love and happy ever afters.

The buzzer to the flat brought him out of his miserable thoughts. He hated that he had to move. He was comfortable and the pain had lessened but Harry sat up and ever so slowly walked towards the door, wiping away a few tears that had fallen from his tired eyes. He pressed the intercom.

'Yes?' he asked.

'Harry. Its me Judy. Can I come up dear?' Harry was greatly surprised to hear her voice and quickly pressed the buzzer to open the flat door.

'Of course,' he told her as he opened the door to the flat. He stepped back holding the door open for her and soon Judy was up on the landing.

'Harry dear how are you?' she asked him as she stepped inside his flat closing the door behind her.

'I'm okay,' he told her. Judy tsked.

'You don't have to lie to me Harry. You do not look okay. I know you went to hospital. Was it that bad?' Harry shrugged as he walked back to the sofa and sat down ever so carefully. Judy sat beside him and saw the array of pills and other medications on the table.

'I'll be fine,' he told her giving her a small smile. Judy squeezed his hand tightly.

'He's a fool,' she told him. Harry bit down on his bottom lip.

'I'm sure he has his demons and they hurt him too,' he told her softly. Harry really didn't want to talk about Louis. He wanted to keep that to himself because if he talked about him, he would break further and this was his private break down and he wanted to keep it that way. Judy must have notice his reluctance to talk about Louis.

'I brought you some food,' she told him. 'And don't tell me you are not hungry. You skipped breakfast and have you eaten anything since?' she asked him. Harry shook his head. 'I thought so. Now let me go into the kitchen. I will be right back.' Harry leaned back and relaxed. Judy came back with a bowl of soup which she handed to Harry.

'Eat. You need to heal,' she told him and Harry smiled up at her because she reminded him so much of his mother when he used to be sick and how she doted and fussed over him. Harry ate the soup and didn't realize how hungry he was until he started eating. After he was done with the soup, Judy brought him a piece of chicken with some asparagus and mash potatoes. Harry downed the food.

'Thank you so much Judy,' he told her. 'That was amazing.' Judy patted his knee.

'I will come tomorrow after he leaves for work and bring you breakfast and food for the day. You need to get your strength backup,' she told him as she picked up the plates.

'H-he doesn't know you came here does he?' Harry asked her quietly.

'Don't you worry yourself about him. I can handle him. He did this to you so he can't expect me not to take care of you. I'll make you a cuppa then I'll be off. I still have a lot to do before the little devil gets home.' Judy made him tea and picked up the dinner things packing them back into her bag.

'Will you be alright? Do you need anything else love?' she asked him kindly.

'I'm fine Judy. I will be alright,' Harry assured her.

'You will not forget to take your medications will you?' Harry smiled at her.

'I won't. I promise.' Judy bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead which Harry basked in.

'I will see you tomorrow then. Take care of yourself alright?' Harry nodded and no sooner had Judy closed the door behind her, he burst into tears, all the emotions of the day finally erupting inside of him and coming forth. And Harry let it.

X

Louis arrived home later than usual and Judy could tell that he had been drinking. He wasn't drunk but he wasn't entirely sober either. He sat at the breakfast bar and gave her a small smile as he undid his tie.

'Smells good,' he told her.

'Hard day?' she asked him.

'The usual,' he replied. Judy could see that he was sad but she knew he would never talk about it.

'Before you hear about it, I wanted to tell you that I made Angus take me to Harry's house,' she told him straight up and she didn't miss the way Louis' eyes widened a fraction in surprise and how he clenched his jaw tightly but kept his cool facade.

'Why?' he asked her. 'You work for me not him and I won't have you.....'

'Yes I work for you but you will not forbid me to go to him,' Judy told him a little sternly. 'He went to hospital right after he left here if you must know. He's in a very bad shape and he needs looking after Sir. He needs to eat and the way he's in, he can't fend for himself.' At Judy's words, Louis felt his heart shatter a little bit more but he said nothing.

'As long as you do your job here,' he told her sharply.

'Just informing you that I will be visiting him until he is better and back on his feet again. Sir.' Louis knew that Judy was upset with him and she was the only one of his staff who dared to stand up to him. But then again, he never saw Judy as staff. Judy was a constant in his life, a mother figure and Louis felt an affinity towards her.

'I'll have my dinner now. I'm expecting company,' he informed her and Judy felt angry that he was having another man over after what he had done to Harry. He didn't even bother ask how Harry was doing! Or what his injuries were! She was really tempted to take a belt to his own ass!

'Yes Sir,' she simply told him and went to get him his food. Louis ran a hand through his hair and then rubbed his face. Harry had been to hospital? How fucking bad was he? He wanted to ask Judy but he knew that Harry was no longer his responsibility. Harry was now gone. Louis stared ahead and once again switched off his emotions. They will no longer be used. Now, all he had to look forward to was a nice dinner, a few drinks and time with Claude and Patrick in his basement. This was his life. He will definitely not be thinking about the curly haired boy with the dimpled smile that greeted him when he came home after work, wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt, skidding into the hall in just his fuzzy socks and wrapping his long arms around him whispering "welcome home I missed you". He will definitely not be thinking about having dinner with said curly haired boy then cuddling on the couch watching some shit romantic comedy which led to making sweet love in the guest bedroom only to wake up spooning said boy, who was all warm and soft as he yawned and stretched in his arms like a baby deer, whispering "good morning" in his deep husky morning voice, greeting the day with a sleepy happy smile.

No, when Louis goes down into that basement tonight, he will definitely not be thinking about the curly haired dimpled boy that made his way into his heart and stole it.

COMING SOON CHAPTER 12..............

Chapter Text

Is There Such A Thing As Redemption?

After his session in the basement with two of his boys, Louis lazily climbed the stairs from the basement leading up to the first floor. He felt relaxed yet numb and empty. He felt as if he was on auto pilot, his body just going through the motions. He had taken a belt to his boys and fucked them both but his heart hadn't been in it and they had noticed. He hadn't even hit them that hard! Something inside him had died yet he was still living, crippled by memories that tormented him.

The house was silent as he climbed up slowly to the second floor. Nobody was around. Louis never knew loneliness before but now he felt it. It was horrible. He made his way towards his room but stopped in front of the guest bedroom. He rested both his palms and forehead against the door and took a few deep breaths. Louis turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open and walked inside, not even knowing why he was in here in the first place. He didn't know what he expected to find but the empty room with the neatly made bed hit him harder than he would've though possible, intensifying the feeling of loneliness and loss within him.

He flipped on the lampshade and closed the door silently behind him. The room was clean and the bed freshly made. Everything was tidy. His boots where under the chair. His white shirt and black pants from yesterday evening draped neatly on the back of the chair. He walked over to the dresser. On the top of it, were his hair ties. He opened the top drawer, fingering his boxers and socks. He closed it and opened the second one. It held some more of his clothes including his white Rolling Stones tee shirt, the ripped one that he obsitnately refused to throw away even though Louis had promised him a brand new one signed by the band members themselves! And had watched his face comically transform into awe as he had realized the Louis knew Mick Jagger!

Louis smiled sadly at the memory as he inhaled the t-shirt that still held Harry's scent and the pain in his chest nearly drove him to his knees. He knew that as long as he lived he would never ever forgive himself for what he had done to him. He knew that he had snapped and that he needed to go back to therapy as soon as possible. He could feel that things were going downhill for him. He could feel himself losing control over his emotions, over his mental being, over his heart. And he couldn't allow that. His control and dominance where everything.

Louis sighed heavily. Never in his thirty years of life had he ever felt so lonely. He didn't even want to go back to his room. He undressed and got into the shower. He washed his hair with his strawberry shampoo and used his mango and vanilla body wash and the scents brought him back to Louis as if he was in the shower with him. He closed his eyes and imagined him there, laughing, his eyes shining and dimples in his cheeks, happy as he ducked his head under the shower head, his curls reaching way past his shoulders. Louis' heart ached because he had destroyed all that. Single handedly he had destroyed Harry.

He turned off the shower and dried himself off. He put on Harry's Rolling Stones t-shirt and climbed into bed, spooning Harry's pillow tightly to his chest. And if he sobbed his heart out into that pillow, nobody had to know.

X

Next morning when Louis went down for breakfast, he was back to himself, no trace of the emotional breakdown from last night. Dressed in a black suit and crisp white shirt, his hair quiffed to perfection as always, he entered the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar, picking up the morning's newspaper. His self control was back and what happened last night in that small guest bedroom, would never see the light of day.

'Breakfast?' Judy asked him dryly as she placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

'Yes please,' Louis told her. He knew that she was still upset with him but he figured that she will get over it. If not, then that was her problem but he was having none of it. Judy eyed him as he continued to read the newspaper and sipping his coffee with not a care in the world while that poor boy was in agony. She went to get his breakfast feeling frustrated with him. She came back with his plate and slammed it down a little too hard on the counter, making Louis look up at her.

'Do you have a problem Judy?' Louis asked her. Judy wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

'I do,' she told him. Louis folded the newspaper and looked at her.

'Fine. Let's hear it then. Let's get this over and done with once and for all.'

'I told you Harry went to hospital and that he's in a bad shape and you didn't even bother to ask about him. Didn't even care to ask me what they told him at hospital or how he's doing. And to make matters worse, last night you bring home not one but two men and they walk out of here barely touched while Harry had to be helped out of here after all the horrible things you did to him. Was it not enough what you did to him, you had to break his heart also? I am disappointed in you because I expected better from you. I know you are better than this. I know you have a heart. Please go to him. He's so badly broken.' Judy stopped and kept her pleading eyes on Louis.

'Are you done?' he asked her coldly. She nodded. 'I will say this and I will say it one time only. Judy, I respect you like I respected your husband but my life is my business not yours. You don't get to tell me how to act or what to do or what to feel. You are not my mother and even if you were, I would still tell you to stay out of my personal life. You are here to do a job and if what I do upsets you, then by all means you are free to go. I do not wish you to leave but do not ever immerse yourself in my privacy because I will not hesitate to terminate your employment. Are we understood?'

'Yes Sir,' she whispered. Louis stood up, abandoning his breakfast having lost all appetite.

'I will not be having dinner tonight. I have a date so you can leave early,' Louis told her as he walked towards the foyer to leave for work. Angus was waiting for him, holding the car door open for him. Louis said a good morning and slipped into the back seat. He had to admit that Judy's words rattled him but what did they know? Nobody knew the battles he was fighting inside of him. Judy didn't know that he had let Harry go so he could save him from himself, so that he could be happy and have a better life. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the photos he had of Harry. His favorite one was a selfie of them on top of the Eiffel Tower. Happiness radiated out of Harry. Louis traced his face with his finger then quickly put the phone away.

He will make Harry get over him if it was the last thing he did. He will date guys and make sure he gets papped with them. He knew he would end up on Twitter and on the tabloids so Harry would see him with other men for sure. He just had to do everything in his power to make Harry hate him and forget him and move on to better things.

X

Harry's phone kept ringing and ringing. He reached out from beneath the blanket and searched blindly on the coffee table for the phone until his fingers finally located it.

'Hello,' he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. The painkillers had knocked him out cold.

'Harry hello how are you?'

'Who's this?' Harry mumbled again. He heard a chuckle.

'Its Craig from the hospital. Got your number from the forms you filled out yesterday and I just called to check up on you. I hope you don't mind?' Harry's mind felt hazy as he slightly opened his eyes, blinking into the bright apartment.

'Oh hey. Hi. Sorry I was sleeping. The um pills.....' He heard laughter on the line.

'They knocked you out huh? I gave you some pretty strong pain killers. How are you feeling?'

'I'm alright. I think.'

'Do you need anything?' Craig asked him.

'I don't think so,' Harry told him trying to stretch but not move too much. There was a silent pause on the line.

'Do you still ache to move?' Craiga sked him. Harry tested the waters by moving his legs and pain shot up his ass leaving him breathless. 'Harry?'

'I-I'm here. Yeah still hurts,' he replied softly. Craig sighed.

'Yeah it will be a good few days until the pain starts to subside unfortunately. Would you like me to come see you after my shift? As a doctor I mean?' Craig was quick to amend not wanting Harry to get the wrong idea. 'Or a counselor.' Harry hesitated a little and Craig felt nervous that he had even asked.

'Okay,' Harry whispered into the phone. Craig smiled.

'Great. My shift ends at 3 pm. See you later Harry. Take care.'

'See you,' Harry told him and hung up. Harry lay still on the couch not daring to move again. He went through his phone hoping for a text from Louis but there was nothing. His mind told him to stop expecting Louis to contact him. He had been clear about his feelings towards Harry. He didn't feel anything towards him and he had only used him for his own intentions but his heart...his heart still held on to Louis. Held on to the hope that Louis would come back for him and apologize and take him back and Harry knew he would take him back in a heartbeat. He really didn't care about Louis' "needs". Harry knew he would adjust.

He is not coming back. He was clear enough so start getting over him already.

Harry felt the tears coming. He looked at his phone. 7:10 am and he was already in tears. Harry didn't know how he was going to make it through the day, lying here feeling pain both in his body and heart, thinking about Louis and crying. He was afraid of depression settling in. He did feel very depressed and he wasn't a stranger to depression. He had suffered mildly from it when his mother had gotten sick and his father was being an asshole and it had gotten worse when his mother had passed away and his dad had kicked him out. But Harry had looked for help and had it treated. He wasn't a depressed person. On the contrary, he was a happy, laid back person but this.....all this was just tearing him apart and he knew there was no getting over Louis.

He scrolled through his pictures of Louis, remembering those happy times with him and Harry broke. He cried and sobbed his heart out at all the memories of the past six weeks, the good, the bad, the happy and the sad.

'I miss you,' Harry sobbed. 'I miss you so much. And I love you so much more. How am I supposed to live without you now? How? Why did you send me away? Why can't you love me too? You should've given me one more chance to prove I can be one of your boys but you sent me away. Why Louis? I love you so much.' Harry continued to ramble and cry until he wore himself out and fell back to sleep on the couch, hugging his phone to his chest as if he were hugging Louis himself.

X

Harry was woken up by the buzzing of the intercom. He felt disoriented as he tried to surface from his sleepy mind. The buzzing continued so he slowly got up, the pain in his body instantly making him alert. He hobbled to the door and pressed the button to the intercom.

'Yes?' he said groggily.

'Harry dear it's me,' Judy told him and Harry remembered that she had told him she would be coming in the morning. He buzzed the door open for her and opened the flat door then walked back to the couch, sitting down gently. He picked up his phone that had somehow toppled to the carpet and checked the time. It was just a little after 10 am. Judy walked into the flat.

'How are you today Harry?' she asked him as she set about getting his breakfast out of her picnic basket. Harry watched her with an amused smile. Sometimes she reminded him of Mary Poppins. That bag of hers seemed to be a magical one as she pulled out item after item out of it.

'I'm okay,' he said as he yawned. Judy came back with a plate of blueberry pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. Harry eyed the plate and Judy frowned.

'Don't tell me you're not hungry,' she told him as she pushed the plate in his hands. 'You have to eat Harry.' Harry nodded and began taking small bites of food, chewing slowly. He really didn't feel like eating but Judy was going out of her way to bring him food and the least he could do was eat it. Judy came back with two steaming mugs of tea and sat down beside Harry. Harry looked at her.

'H-how is he?' he asked her quietly. Judy sighed heavily.

'How can you ask about him after what he did to you?' Judy asked him curiously. Harry looked down at his plate, pushing the food around with his fork.

'I-I love him,' Harry said in a low voice thick with emotions. Judy stroked his messy hair.

'Oh my darling you are such a beautiful soul. Don't waste your love like that. Find yourself a nice young man......'

'Its him. Only him,' Harry interrupted her. He felt that right now, Judy was the only person he could talk to about Louis. He certainly couldn't talk about him and all that happened with his friends. But Judy, he knew she wouldn't judge him and she would understand.

'All I can say is that he's a fool to have let you go,' Judy told him. Harry kept his eyes on her.

'Do you know w-why he's like that?' Harry asked her but Judy shook her head.

'No I don't. But he's always been like this. Ever since I have been in his employment which has been for a while now, he's always had that basement. He's always had his boys down there.' Harry looked down and bit his lip hard trying not to cry. 'But he's kind hearted. He's very kind hearted. I don't know what evil has happened in his life to make him do what he does but Louis is kind. He does have a heart unlike what many may think of him. It's just that he hides it.'

'I-I've seen it,' Harry said softly. 'His heart. He's always been kind to me. I-I don't understand why.....' he stopped and choked back a sob. Judy placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.

'Harry talking from experience, you are the best thing that has ever happened to Louis. I have never seen him the way he was when he was with you with anybody else. You are the longest person who's been in his life. In my opinion I think he is just confused and doesn't know what he wants. He's accustomed to a life alone. He has always kept everyone at a distance and this....you are new to him.' Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked at Judy.

'But all those things he said to me. Its not what he did. I can get used to that but what he said....' Judy smiled at him.

'Don't believe everything you hear Harry. Louis is his own master. He has built high walls around him over the years and nobody have ever breached those walls. You, you jack hammered part of his walls and he felt exposed and vulnerable and that's something Louis doesn't do. Harry, my advice to you is; don't give up on him yet. I know he has he has hurt you terribly and this trauma he put you through won't be easy to get over but just don't give up on him yet. Please. He's just scared of you.' Harry gave her a shocked look.

'Scared of me?' he asked her unable to believe it. Again Judy smiling knowingly.

'You touched something nobody has ever touched before Harry. You touched his heart and he won't let go lightly.' Harry felt his heart glow and warm up. More tears fell from his eyes. 'Don't cry my darling,' Judy told him as she rubbed his back. 'Have faith. Now eat. You need to take your pills and medications. I'll quickly clean up in here and open a window for you. You need some fresh air.'

'Judy you don't have to,' Harry told her.

'No I don't. But I want to. I am going to take care of you. Now finish up.' Harry gave her a smile and finished up his breakfast as Judy cleaned his small flat and did a load of his laundry. When she was done, she ran him a bath. Judy loved taking care of Harry. She loved having him around the house and she had to admit to herself that it was very quiet without him. Not that he made a lot of noise but his presence in the house had been felt. He somehow filled that big cold house with warmth and feeling.

When he came out limping from the bathroom, Judy made him another cup of tea and handed him his painkillers which Harry swallowed thankfully.

'I have to go now love,' Judy told him. 'I have to make sure the chores at the house are done though I don't have to prepare dinner for him....' She stopped abruptly but Harry picked up on it. He gave her a small smile.

'It's okay Judy. I know he's not the type to stay at home. Or alone.'

'He's just finding excuses to deal Harry,' Judy told him. Harry didn't say anything. 'Well I'll be off. You have dinner in the microwave and some snacks in case you feel peckish in between meals okay. Will you be alright?'

'I will. I will probably sleep and I have a friend coming over later. Thank you so much Judy.' Judy smiled at him warmly.

'You are welcome my love. I will see you tomorrow then.' Judy left and Harry was once again left alone with his thoughts and pains. He decided to text Niall to let him know he's home sick and if he could pick up his assignments because Harry couldn't afford to miss lessons but he couldn't go to Uni in the state he was in. He guessed that he just had to work extra hard with his revisions and studies. He put on the telly and fell asleep to the BBC News but was yet awakened by the buzzer. Harry felt annoyed that his sleep was being interrupted. When he slept, he forgot everything and didn't feel pain. Being awake, he had to face everything and he didn't feel like it. It hurt to much. The buzzer buzzed again. He huffed and got up.

'Who is it?' he asked a little annoyed.

'Craig.' Shit how long had he slept for? Harry quickly ran his hand through his messy curls trying to tame them a little. He hadn't really been taking much care of his appearance of late. He pressed the button to open the door for Craig then opened the flat door. He walked back to the couch and was glad to see a hair tie on the coffee table. He quickly pulled his hair up into a bun. Craig walked in with a smile on his face.

'How's my patient feeling today?' he asked him as he sat down next to Harry and handed him a bag of Dunkin Donuts. 'I figured donuts always make patients feel better.' Harry smiled at him shyly.

'Thank you,' he said taking the bag from him and placing it on the coffee table.

'How are you' Craig asked him. 'Any fever?' Harry shook his head. 'How's the pain on a scale of 1 to 10?' Harry chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

'Eight,' he told him. Craig nodded.

'Painkillers and treatment helping though?'

'Yes. I sleep a lot,' Harry told him.

'Sleeping is good. It helps the body heal and yours is going to take a while.' Craig looked at him closely and he could see how sad Harry was. He felt bad for the boy and he knew he was right in his examination and what he had found on his body. The boy had been tied, beaten and raped and he wanted him to talk about it. He didn't want to know who the person was though he would definitely encourage Harry to report him but he didn't want Harry to lock himself away mentally and suffer by himself. Keeping it all inside wouldn't do him any good. This was a battle that he shouldn't fight alone and Craig wasn't going to let him fight it alone. Craig shuffled closer to Harry.

'Harry I know we just met and we didn't meet under good circumstances but I want us to be friends. I can help you through this. I am a certified counselor and I help people who are physically abused and raped. What you have been through will take an emotional and mental toll on you and it will change you. It can change you to a worse version of yourself and I wish you wouldn't let that happen. Please talk to me and let me help you.' Harry fidgeted with his fingers and chewed on his bottom lip.

'He...he didn't r-rape me,' Harry said softly defending Louis. He couldn't think about it. He wouldn't think about the fact that Louis raped him. Louis would never do that. He just got carried away and had rough sex with him.

'Okay. Can you tell me what caused your wounds then?' Harry began to feel panic rise inside of him. He wanted to talk, needed to talk but could he trust Craig? Harry looked at him with fear in his eyes.

'You will not tell anyone right?' he asked him. Craig smiled at him.

'As your doctor and counselor anything you say to me, I am bound by profession not to expose of anything you tell me.' Harry nodded to himself.

'H-he, he just...he does things,' Harry said not even knowing how to explain what Louis did because he didn't know what Louis did exactly. Craig saw him flustered and nervous.

'Its okay Harry. Take your time and just tell me your version of what happened.' Harry looked him straight in the eyes.

'He's a good person. He always treated me kindly. He just...likes to,' he stopped as a lump formed in his throat un allowing him to speak.

'Is he your boyfriend?' Craig asked him. At the word "boyfriend" Harry's heart clenched tightly, the pain spreading in his chest. Tears dripped from his eyes.

'No. It was complicated. We were together, just together. He always took care of me.' Craig nodded.

'Okay tell me what happened that got you your injuries.' Harry took in a shaky breath.

'He's not a bad person he just like to....be rough. He...he tied me up and used his belt then he..he,' Harry paused as a sob escaped his lips and tears rolled on to his cheeks. 'He had sex with me.' His hands were shaking and they were clammy.

'Did you tell him to stop Harry? Did you tell him you didn't want this? Did you say no?' Craig asked him carefully. Harry wiped his eyes.

'I did but...but something bad must've happened to him because he never hurt me before. He's always been very gentle with me but this one time, it was like I didn't know him at all. It was like he wasn't the same person.' Craig sighed.

'Harry you need to understand that you WERE raped. Don't deny it just because you have feelings for this man. Don't make excuses for him.'

'You don't know him,' Harry defended Louis. 'Something is wrong with him and he's hurting too. He did this because he's hurt.' Craig sighed heavily.

'Harry listen to me. If somebody holds you down and has sex with you when you have told them no and stop that is rape. Even if it is by a person we love. Please don't deny it because it will only hurt you. We can work through it the moment you accept that it happened to you.' At this point, Harry was crying softly, hiccuping quietly. He had yelled so much for Louis to stop, he had begged him to stop that he was hurting him but Louis had kept on going.

He raped you.

'Its okay to cry,' Craig told him kindly. 'You trusted this person you loved....'

'I love him still,' Harry corrected him. 'I always will. He didn't mean to hurt me. I know he didn't. It's not in him to hurt me. It just happened.'

'Did he apologize to you for what he did to you? And if he did, will you forgive him?' Harry looked at him with teary eyes.

'I already have.'

x

All week long Harry did nothing but lie on the couch feeling miserable and depressed. He got daily visits from Judy and sometimes from Craig which were nice. Niall had come over with assignments which Harry didn't even bother to look at let alone do. He ate when forced by Judy and drank when it was necessary. He took his pills gladly because they knocked him out and made him sleep most of the day putting him out of his misery and depression. The times he was awake were plain torture. Louis was everywhere on social media. He was photographed out at parties and dinners with different male dates every night. He looked stunning in different suits and Harry's heart broke a little every time that he saw him with one of his dates, smiling and his arm wrapped securely around their waists.

The first time Harry saw pictures of him with his beautiful date, he nearly died from the pain that assaulted his chest. He had cried and cried nonstop as he scrolled through Twitter and saw pictures of him and read the comments. Louis looked like a movie star, so beautiful and so perfect and when Harry saw the men that where his dates, he knew that he couldn't even begin to compare. The men that Louis was dating were very different from Harry. They were beautiful and well built and suited Louis really well. Harry knew that Louis had been right. He was not his type at all. He had gone to look at himself in the mirror and what he saw had made him throw up. No wonder Louis had sent him away.

He knew that he had lost weight. His reflection stared back at him through hollow red eyes and a pale face with a mass of messy tangled curls. Craig had suggested something to help ease his depression but Harry didn't want to get addicted to those pills. He had promised Craig that he would fight it but who was he kidding? With every picture he saw of Louis with a new date, depression dragged him down deeper into the darkness and solitude.

It was during one of his depressive episodes while watching a video of Louis being interviewed at a charity function where he was dressed in a tuxedo and on his arm was the most handsome man Harry had ever seen, that Harry had taken a blade to his skin. When he had heard his voice and his laughter, the pain in his heart had been so painful that he needed something else so as not to feel it any more. And as he had watched Louis laugh and introduce his companion to the media, Harry had slit a horizontal line on his forearm, the pain from the blade dulling out his emotional pain as blood oozed from the wound and tears fell from his eyes. He had repeated it until he had six horizontal bleeding lines on his arm, then took his pain killers and fell asleep to Louis' sweet voice.

All week he had watched Louis, staring transfixed at the man he was in love with. He had managed to hide everything from Judy and Craig, telling them that he was alright and fine and that his body was healing until one day Craig was visiting him and Harry didn't notice that a few scars on his arm were bleeding and the blood had seeped through his grey sweatshirt. Craig had made him lift the sleeve up and when he saw the cuts his heart went out to Harry especially when Harry kept repeating "don't be mad at me, don't be mad at me." Craig had only hugged him tightly, letting him cry it out then cleaned his wounds and bound them in bandages.

Today was the seventh day since Louis had beaten Harry and kicked him out. Craig came by as usual after his shift to find Harry wrapped up in his blanket on the couch, the curtains drawn so the room was dark only the light from the telly bouncing off the walls. The food that Judy had brought him was all still there, untouched.

'Harry haven't you eaten?' Craig asked him. Harry only shook his head. Craig sighed. 'If you don't eat I will have to take you to hospital and put you on an IV. Your body needs food and fluids not just pills. Has Judy been today?' Harry nodded. Craig rubbed his forehead.

'Harry you need to make an effort. You are deteriorating in front of my eyes and I can't let it happen. I'm a doctor. I can't watch idly as you do this to yourself. What's happened that got you so bad these past few days? Talk to me so I can help you.'

'Nobody can help me,' he whispered. Craig sat down next to Harry's legs and rubbed his thigh gently.

'I can if you let me. Let me call your friends. They might cheer you up a little bit, maybe go out.'

'I still can't walk properly,' Harry pointed out.

'Okay fair enough. How about I take you for a drive? Its only 4 pm. Some fresh air will do you good,' Craig suggested.

'I just want to sleep,' Harry mumbled. Craig sighed heavily.

'Harry sleeping won't make your problems go away. Or your heartache. Or your memories or the trauma you went through. When you wake up, it will all still be there. You need to fight it love and I am here to help you. Can you at least get up and have a bath hmm? Those wounds need cleaning.'

'Okay,' Harry whispered and Craig smiled at him. He helped him up and took him to his bathroom leaving him to soak for a little while. Back in the living room, Craig went into the kitchen to put the kettle on and noticed Judy's number stuck to the fridge. He took out his phone and dialed her number. She picked up after the second ring.

'Hello who is this?' she said.

'Hi Judy you don't know me but I am Craig. Craig Blake. I am Harry's doctor....'

'Oh my God did something happen to Harry? Is he alright?'

'Judy Judy calm down. He's fine. Well as fine as can be expected. I am worried about him. He is in a very depressive state and I don't know what else to do. He doesn't want to let me help him and he has resolved to self harming and that is worrying me very much.' He heard Judy sob on the other end of the phone.

'That poor boy. He was such a happy lad, so full of life,' she cried.

'I am very worried. He hasn't been eating. All the food you bring him is still here. I cannot visit him every day as my work shifts at the hospital vary. I don't think its wise for him to be alone. He doesn't want me to call his friends either and you are my last hope.' Craig heard Judy sniffle.

'I will arrange for him not to be alone. Please give me some time. Stay with him until I arrive. Can you?' Judy asked him.

'Yes of course. I just finished my shift so I'm in no real hurry. Take your time.'

'Thank you.'

x

Judy put the phone down on the kitchen counter and wiped her eyes with her handkerchief. She had to go and look after Harry because if something happened to him, she knew she would never forgive herself. As she was sniffling in the kitchen, Louis walked in. She turned around startled.

'Sir you are home early. I wasn't expecting you till much later,' Judy exclaimed. Louis saw that she had been crying.

'What's wrong?' he asked her and more tears fell out of her eyes but she only shook her head. 'Judy what's wrong?' Louis asked her again more firmly, a feeling of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. Judy looked at him.

'It's Harry,' she whispered and Louis felt his blood turn to ice. He couldn't move his lips to ask her what was wrong with Harry. He kept staring at her while his brain screamed and screamed and screamed. Judy took his silence as not really caring and she felt herself get angry. She turned to face him. 'He is suffering from depression. He won't eat or get off the couch. He is loaded on painkillers which just make him sleep all the time and he...he is self harming. That poor beautiful boy was reduced to this!' she told him, making clear to throw her accusations at him indirectly but she knew he was clever enough to pick up on it. Judy kept glaring at him waiting for him to say something but what she didn't know was that he was breaking inside, falling to pieces because he knew he had done this. He had driven Harry to this single handedly when all he wanted was for Harry to forget him and move on and be happy. Judy swallowed hard.

'Craig, his doctor and his friend is with him right now and I am informing you that I will be taking a leave of absence because Craig thinks its not wise for Harry to be left alone. He needs someone with him and I am taking a few days off to go and stay with him. Maybe you should find a replacement for the time being to take my place. I will not leave him alone. God forbid anything happens to that lad.' Judy dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief. Louis remained immobile just staring at Judy and the anger in her grew that he didn't even say anything or react to Harry's state. She walked towards him and stopped in front of him.

'You should be the one taking care of him. A whole week and you never asked about him or how he's doing while that poor boy died a little every day. It would've been a human thing to do to be considerate of him during a time like this. He has no one. All he had was you. Shame on you for awakening in him a love that you knew you would never reciprocate.' Judy walked past him and left the room, leaving him standing there.

Louis didn't know what to think or what to say. Nobody knew his silent torment, what he was going through himself. They only saw what he showed them but inside he was dead. He couldn't live with himself with what he had done to Harry and now knowing what he was further putting him through. He felt as if he was going crazy. He wanted to fix it for Harry but how? How could he make it better for him without dragging him deeper into this hell that he had brought him into? He turned and exited the kitchen. He walked up to his room and closed the door. He had to do something. He pulled out his phone and found the number for his therapist. He needed someone to talk to, some advice on how to handle this. The state Harry was in according to Judy was serious and he couldn't make any decisions about how to handle it. He tapped the name on his contact and his call was picked up after three rings.

'Hello?'

'Anthony hi. It's Louis.'

'Ah Louis long time no hear. How are you?' Louis sighed.

'Not good unfortunately.'

'Relapse?'

'Something like that,' Louis told him. 'Listen do you think you can see me now? Its pretty urgent.' He heard Anthony tap at what must be his tablet.

'I only have another two appointments. I will reschedule. Can you come by in 20 minutes?'

'Yes thank you so much Anthony. I appreciate it,' Louis told him genuinely grateful.

'See you in twenty then.' Louis hung up and quickly changed out of his suit and put on a pair of dark blue jeans, a black Gucci hoodie and a pair of black Adidas trainers. He only dressed like this when he was off jogging sans the jeans instead a pair of sweats or when he was just lazing about the house. Tonight, he wasn't in the mood for a suit and stiff shirt. He had too much on his mind. He went downstairs and straight into the garage and decided to take the Range Rover. He didn't want anybody around him. He needed to tackle this alone. He got in and drove towards Mayfair where his therapist's office was located. Louis parked in the underground parking garage and took the lift up to the 14th floor. He was impatient and tense and worried about Harry but he couldn't just go to him. That was impossible. Maybe he could send Anthony to him. Anthony was a good therapist. He could get Harry out of this.

It stabbed him deep inside when Judy had told him that Harry was depressed and self harming. How could he? Louis knew he wasn't worth getting depressed over and he surely wasn't worth Harry harming his beautiful body over a bastard like him? He wanted Harry to be happy and healthy. Yes, he will convince Anthony to go to him and heal him.

The elevator dinged open and Louis walked down the corridor towards Anthony's office. He was nervous because he hadn't used his therapist in a long while. His life had been sorted and on the right track until Harry barreled into him causing a train wreck of his life. He knocked and rubbed his hands together trying to keep his anxiety in check. Anthony opened the door, greeting Louis with a smile.

'Hello Louis. Please come in. I can't say its a pleasure to see you since you are here meaning things can't be good.' Louis smiled nervously as he walked into the therapist's office. Louis was glad to see that nothing had changed since the last time he had been here, maybe a year or two ago. He had been Anthony's patient for a long time and Anthony had helped him come to terms with certain aspects of his life and accept some things that he couldn't change no matter what he did. Anthony had told him that the past couldn't be changed but the future was in his hands. Louis sighed heavily.

Now your future is taken up in Harry's hands!

Louis sat down on the black leather couch as Anthony sat in the armchair across from him. He crossed one leg over the other and picked up his journal and pen, flipping it open to a blank page.

'So, how have you been Louis?' Anthony asked him.

'I have been better,' Louis muttered not sure he remembered how this worked. When he used to come here, he had been in a pretty bad place.

As if now you're not! Not only you but you dragged Harry in there with you.

Louis felt a stab of guilt in his chest. He remembered how happy Harry used to be, always smiling and carefree and now from what Judy had told him, he was depressed and self harming.

'Louis?' Anthony called to him softly. Louis blinked pulling himself out of his dark thoughts.

'Sorry I was thinking,' Louis told him.

'Care to share?' Louis took in a deep breath and exhaled puffing out his cheeks.

'It feels as if my whole life has been going wrong Anthony,' Louis confessed. Anthony looked pensive.

'Hmm but I thought you had it all under control,' Anthony queried. Louis scoffed.

'I thought so too but for the past few weeks I haven't been in control of my life. I feel like I have lost control over everything.'

'How so?' Anthony asked him. Louis looked down at his hands in his lap.

'I met someone,' Louis told him quietly as images of the first time he met Harry at Garlands flooded his mind, making his heart beat a little faster.

'As in one of your boys?' Anthony asked. Louis smiled to himself, a small shy smile that made Anthony raise an eyebrow curiously at Louis.

'No. He's not one of my boys. He is different. Special,' Louis told him with deep fondness that wasn't lost on Anthony. Anthony smiled as he took notes, writing down in his journal.

'And what makes this guy so different and so special? Can you tell me his name?' Louis smiled again.

'Harry. His name is Harry. Everything about him is different and special.' Louis paused and swallowed thickly. 'He- he's my baby,' he said quietly and Anthony sat up straight in his chair.

'He's your what?' Louis looked at him and his eyes were a little wet.

'He's my baby,' he repeated, his voice soft. Anthony put the journal and pen down and looked at Louis in astonishment. Was he hearing correctly?

'Louis have you developed feelings for Harry?' Anthony couldn't help asking him this question, half shocked half surprised. Louis ran a hand through his hair in deep frustration. He was fighting his emotions, trying not to break down in front of Anthony.

'Fuck Anthony I don't know. That's why I came here for you to help me figure out what the fuck is going on inside of me because I feel as if I'm going crazy. I'm losing control.' Anthony looked at him curiously and in awe. Louis Tomlinson was having feelings! This was new!

'Tell me more about Harry Louis. Tell me what feelings he makes you feel,' Anthony urged him on. He need to hear what Louis felt for Harry before he could sum up what Louis was exactly feeling. Louis ran both hands nervously over his face.

'Too many feelings. He makes me feel too much. Feelings I never felt before and I hate it,' Louis admitted.

'Why?' Anthony pushed. Louis got up and paced the room.

'Because....because its like I can't be without him for a second. I hate that I want to be with him all the fucking time, that he dominates my thoughts. Nobody dominates me. Nobody! And he....he is fucking up everything I have ever worked for and struggled to keep in check. He's fucking up my life.' Anthony smiled.

'So someone has made a hole in the Tomlinson Fortress walls and crawled through now have they?' Louis gave Anthony an annoyed look.

'Its not fucking funny. I shouldn't have let him get too close to me,' Louis told him.

'Why not?' Anthony asked. Louis sat down again heavily on the couch.

'Because he has become like an obsession to me. Because I depend on having him in my life. Because the things he makes me feel...' he paused and looked at Anthony and for the first time Anthony saw him looking vulnerable. 'Because the things he makes me feel, I want them. I need them. I like them and I depend on feeling them as if without them I am not whole. I am constantly terrified I will lose him, though I might have already lost him.'

'Why do you think that?' Louis didn't reply right away. He kept his eyes on the carpet struggling to dominate his emotions. After a while, he took in a shuddering breath and looked like he was composing himself.

'I-I hurt him,' he said in a thick voice.

'How so Louis?' Anthony was surprised and rather shocked to see Louis' eyes fill with tears. In all the years Anthony had known Louis, he had never ever seen him like this. This Harry guy must've really worked a number on him!

'I beat him. I beat him really bad. Worse than all my boys and I...I forced myself on him. There was nothing consensual about what I did. My boys always know what to expect during our sessions. Harry didn't. I just dragged him into the basement and beat the living shit out of him and I...I forced myself inside him so bad it even hurt me, let alone him. He had to go to hospital. He's barely out of his virginity and I...I ruined him so bad.' Louis stopped and made a choking sobbing sound in his throat. Anthony looked at him his mouth open.

'This is the first time that you forced yourself on someone Louis,' Anthony told him. Louis again rubbed his face wiping away at some tears hoping Anthony wouldn't see them and feeling frustrated that he was losing control over his emotions in front of Anthony.

'I raped him,' he whispered.

'Louis....'

'He repeatedly told me no and to stop but I....I kept on going and going and going and he screamed and screamed and begged and I just can't get his screams and pleas out of my head. I keep hearing him begging me to stop, screaming that it hurts but I just....,' Louis admitted as a few more tears rolled down his cheeks.

'Louis some of your past.....'

'It no excuse,' Louis cut him off. 'That shouldn't be an excuse for what I did to him. I fucking traumatized him. He's depressed and started self harming after all the shit I did and said to him. He's hurting himself because of me. Me! He loves me! A worthless piece of shit like me. I never wanted to take him into the basement. I tried my hardest I really did but then he said he loved me and I don't know what the fuck happened or why I was so cruel to him. I just had to take it out on him. That's all I felt.' Louis paused to catch his breath which was coming out in shaky gasps. He looked at Anthony, now the tears rolling freely down his face and Anthony couldn't even speak because Louis Tomlinson was crying and feeling bad.

'Do you know he was a virgin when I met him?' Louis said, sniffing at his tears and a small smile on his face at his recollecting memories. Anthony knew better than to stop him now that Louis was on a roll and talking freely so he let him talk without interrupting him. 'I met him at my club. He was a fucking stripper.' Louis laughed at the irony of it all. 'Him! A virgin and a fucking stripper! He was sent to me in the VIP lounge and he was so beautiful and innocent. He didn't even know how to give me a fucking blow job! Right then I knew then that my main mission was to have him and corrupt him. The son of a bitch inside me demanded that but something inside me didn't want to take his virginity away and he had the nerve to think that I didn't want him!! Imagine that! Who wouldn't want that angel? He was practically begging me to fuck him but I was scared. Yes, I was scared. I never took a virgin before and by now, I was feeling things for him. I didn't just want to fuck him and leave any more. I didn't want him to be just another conquest of mine. I wanted to love him. To make sweet love to him but I didn't know how. I'm a ruthless savage, a heartless bastard and I didn't want to do that to Harry.' Louis paused, swallowing hard and wiping furiously at his eyes. He took in another deep breath, exhaling slowly.

'When I eventually took him, I was gentle with him. I always was. I never hurt him. Ever. I was never rough and he trusted me! Completely. He gave himself over to me with complete, blind trust. He fucking trusted me so much,' Louis said once again choking on his words. Anthony cleared his throat because it had gone dry.

'So what did eventually drive you to hurt him?' Anthony asked and Louis shrugged.

'It was when he said he loved me after I came back from a four day business trip. He said he loved me and I don't know, I freaked out. Something inside me snapped and I was lost back there, I went back there. He can't love me! I'm a mess. I'm a cruel son of a bitch and that beautiful boy can't possibly love me.'

'Why not Louis? We are all deserving of love. What you did wasn't right but it wasn't entirely your fault,' Anthony told him but Louis shook his head.

'I'm a monster and monsters are not lovable. Monsters terrify people. They are cruel. And that's what I am. Harry cannot love me. I hurt him so bad and I sent him away. I sent him away so he could be rid of me and be happy. Find somebody who will love him the way he should be loved.'

'You sent him away?' Anthony asked him. Louis nodded.

'Yeah. The next morning he could barely stand on his own two feet and he was trying to put on a brave face for my sake so I won't feel bad for what I fucking did to him,' Louis spat, disgusted by his actions. 'He didn't want to let me see the pain he was in but it was all over his face. He was pale and sweating and panting but he was being brave for me! When I saw him in that state, I knew I could be better, I knew I should do something for him, so I sent him away but he was standing there swaying from the pain I caused, begging me not to send him away. He was fucking crying because I told him that I didn't want him, that he wasn't my type, that I only used him to take his virginity and he was there crying and begging me to keep him. He told me that what I did to him didn't matter, that he loves me still and that if beating him and forced sex was what I needed then he would get used to it if only I let him stay. He fucking wants to get used to me beating him because he loves me and I just....I can't. I won't!'

'But why not?' Anthony asked him. 'What makes him different from your other boys? You beat them! You have rough sex with them!'

'Because I don't want to hurt him. It felt wrong hurting him. I was disgusted with myself for hurting him. Never before have I ever felt disgusted or guilty for having beat someone. I want to fucking protect him and keep him safe not hurt him! He's not made to be hurt. He's made to be protected.'

'Why do you feel the need to protect him Louis?' Anthony asked him, trying to push him into admitting his feelings for Harry. Louis shrugged.

'I don't know. Maybe its because of the difficult past he had. Maybe its because he's struggling in life. Maybe its because he's so delicate and fragile and sensitive. He just makes me that way. He brings out this part of me that I didn't even know existed inside me.' Anthony sighed.

'Its always been there Louis. Its just been hidden under all your pain and anger and trauma. Harry is just bringing it forth,' Anthony explained.

'I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm losing all my self control. It's confusing me,' Louis said.

'Louis you don't always have to have total control of things. You cannot control your heart. You might be able to have control over many things but you cannot control your heart and the reason you feel confused is because you are caging up your feelings. You are denying what you are feeling. Tell me what you feel for Harry. How does he make you feel?' Louis smiled to himself, his eyes shining and Anthony didn't miss the deep fond affections on his features. He almost glowed.

'He makes me feel like an idiot. Like a kid. He makes me feel free and want to do romantic things. He makes me smile and look forward to tomorrow. He makes me want him in my tomorrow and every time I sleep holding him tightly to me, I sleep peacefully knowing I'm going to wake up to him there beside me. He...he makes me feel something in my chest, something warm and nice. Something that's too big to fit in my small cavity.' Anthony smiled at him.

'Its called love Louis. You love him. You love Harry.' Louis looked at him with wide eyes, his lashes still wet from the tears.

'No,' he said sadly. 'No. I can't love. I am unable to love. I don't know how to love anyone.' His voice cracked.

'You don't know how because you never felt it before. You never fell in love before Louis. This is all new to you and yes it is confusing because you don't know the meaning or feelings of love but trust me, you are in love with Harry. You are just so afraid of letting it show, of living it out. You are clearly hurt that you hurt him and clearly very upset that you sent him away. Do you miss him?' Louis smiled again, a small sad smile.

'I do. Very much. I miss everything about him, all his little things. Its like I'm half a heart without him. Half myself. I think about him all the time. I can't do anything without thinking of him. And it kills me knowing he is in pain and depressed and hurting himself all because of me.'

'Why won't you go back to him? See how he's doing? Be there for him. Apologize and tell him how you feel about him?' Anthony suggested.

'I can't do that Anthony. I scared him too much and I doubt he will want to see me. I can't tell him what I feel for him. I won't.'

'Why not? What's holding you back Louis?'

'I'm scared. If I tell him all that I feel for him, I will have to let him in and tell him everything about my past and I can't do that. I don't want him to see that part of me.'

'Because he will see you vulnerable? Because you will be giving him some sort of control over you? You are only human Louis,' Anthony told him.

'He can never know,' Louis insisted. 'I can't bare to have him pity me and feel sorry for me.'

'Louis, he loves you. You don't have to tell him now but if you work this out and you two enter a committed relationship, he will be your partner. He will understand and be there for you. Might I suggest something?' he asked and Louis nodded so Anthony continued;

'Maybe you should give love a chance and let yourself be loved. I mean, you haven't really gotten over your past issues by using force and violence. Clearly the desire in you to release your anger by beating people with a belt is still there. You still feel the need to lessen your pain by using violent ways. Have you ever considered that maybe love is what you need to help you heal? That maybe loving someone and letting them love you in return might be the beginning of your healing and moving on? Why not give love a shot Louis? Why not love and be loved?' Louis shook his head.

'Its too late. I hurt him bad. He won't forgive me or want me back. He will be terrorized of me by now. And even if by some miracle he did forgive me and still want me, he will leave me once I tell him about my past. I'm too fucked up for him. He's too pure for my darkness,' Louis said sadly.

'From all that you told me about Harry, he sounds very open minded and mature. You told me that he had a bad difficult past too so you should really give him a chance. Don't you think he should get to decide for himself?' Anthony asked him.

'His past is not bad as mine,' Louis said quietly. 'Harry is a happy person. He is a walking sun spreading sunshine wherever he goes. Even my staff love him. My housekeeper fucking left me to fend for myself to go and look after him. He is that type of person that people fall in love with. He spreads love like fucking confetti. All I bring him is pain and darkness. I make him sad and miserable. He deserves better that is why I want you to go to him and help him get through this depressive period he's in. Please Anthony, go help him. Get him on his feet again. Make him happy again and give him his smile back. Please.'

'Louis I....'

'Anthony you have to. Please I'm begging you. Go to him. Help him. You helped me at my worst and I got better so I know you can help him. Please don't let him suffer because of me, because of my inability to love. You know I don't beg Anthony, for anything and to nobody but I'm begging you and I will get down on my knees if it means convincing you to help Harry. He shouldn't be depressed or hurting himself. Anthony please.' Anthony really could not believe that this was the same Louis that he had dealt with years before. He gave him a warm smile.

'You know I will do anything to help Harry but its not me that he needs Louis. Its you. My words will not do anything for him. I can medicate him to make him feel better and deal with what he is going through but he will never be truly happy or get his smile back because only you can make him happy and give him his smile back. Only you can stop him hurting himself and emerge from his depression. He only wants you Louis and you have to go to him.' Louis looked at him as if he had been struck by lightening.

'How can I do all that when I'm the one who depressed him and made him hurt himself in the first place? He doesn't want to see me! Not after what I did and said to him!' Anthony leaned forward in his chair.

'Louis your love will heal him. Show him your love. Show him you care for him. Tell him you are sorry and trust me you will work a miracle. Both for him and yourself. Sometimes, all a person needs is love and attention from the person they love and trust me, all that Harry needs to get better is you. Now go. Go to him.' Louis seemed to be thinking about it, torn between wanting to go and not.

'What if...what if it doesn't work?' Louis asked him.

'Its a risk but at least you will know that you have tried. Unfortunately putting your heart in someone's hands means it could be broken too.' Louis looked down.

'I remember feeling heartbroken once and its not a nice feeling. It hurts too bad,' he said softly.

'Does it hurt knowing what you did to Harry and the state he is in?' Anthony asked him. Louis looked up and met his eyes.

'Its killing me,' he admitted.

'Then go and make the both of you better Louis. Don't be afraid. You are not a stranger to taking risks. You do it in your business. This is one risk you have to take because if you don't, it will leave you in doubt for the rest of your life.' Louis nodded still looking doubtful whether he could do this or not. He got up and shook Anthony's hand.

'Thank you,' he said softly as they walked together towards the door.

'If it doesn't work, I will go to Harry and help him and Louis please let me see you again. Whatever the out come of this, its going to be a huge change for you and we should try for you not to relapse especially if Harry will be with you. We can't have him hurt again.' Louis understood the meaning of his words.

'I will set up an appointment for next week. See you then,' Louis told him. Anthony squeezed his hand.

'See you Louis and good luck. Be brave.'

x

Louis drove slowly from Anthony's office towards Edgware Road. It was only 5:30 pm but it was dark already and raining softly. He felt nervous and scared, two emotions he wasn't very familiar with. He didn't even know what he was supposed to say to Harry. What if he didn't want to see him? What if he sent him away screaming? What if he was too far gone to be reached? He didn't know what to expect. All he knew was that he loved Harry. Ever since Anthony helped point it out, he felt it now. He remembered when he had loved his mother even though it was a vauge distant feeling but he had loved his mother. With Harry it was different. It was a nice feeling but scary too and it made him uncertain.

He tapped his hands on the steering wheel as he stopped at yet another red light. He just wanted to get there before he could change his mind. His wind screen fogged up and he leaned over to wipe it. Thankfully the light turned to green and he drove on towards Edgware Road. He could feel his heart jack rabbiting against his ribs. He hadn't seen him in 7 days. He turned off Praed Street and found a parking space a few feet away from Harry's flat. He got out and automatically locked his Range Rover, stuffed his cold hands in his hoodie pockets and walked towards the flat door. As he was about to press the buzzer, the door opened and Niall walked out nearly bumping into him.

'Oh hi Mr. T how are you? Came to see Harry?' Louis looked at him startled.

'Ah um yeah just came to see how he's doing.' Niall shook his head a little.

'He's not doing too well. That fall he took hurt him pretty bad the clumsy little sod,' Niall told him with a chuckle and Louis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

'Fall?' he asked confused.

'Yeah he slipped on sleet and went crashing down on his butt and hurt his lower back pretty bad. He couldn't walk or sit properly for a few days. He still walks slowly and carefully but he's more mobile than he was. I'm worried about him missing classes though. He hasn't even bothered to do any of the assignments I have been bringing him. He's been feeling kinda down lately. Maybe you can cheer him up. He will be happy to see you. Go on up. There's Judy with him so she will open the door for you. T'was nice seeing you again Mr. T,' Niall told him as he rushed off into the evening drizzle. Louis stood there staring at Niall as he jogged off. Fall? Slipped on sleet? Louis realized that Harry hadn't told his friends what had truly happened to him! He had protected him and kept it all secret! Again Louis felt the tears rim his eyes. Harry was so kind. He could've exposed him to his friends and they could've reported him, after all he had commit rape and bodily harm but Harry hadn't!

Louis climbed to the first floor and knocked softly on the door. He heard movement inside and Judy opened the door, giving him a shocked look.

'Sir what are you doing here?' she asked him as she stepped out on the landing pulling the door almost closed behind her.

'I need to see him Judy,' he told her, his voice almost a plea. Judy shook her head slightly.

'He's been very upset this afternoon. Not even Craig could calm him down,' Judy told him.

'Craig?' Louis asked. 'Who is Craig?' He knew he didn't have a right to be jealous but he was. He felt it in his guts twisting and turning like a coiling snake.

'He's his doctor and his friend,' Judy informed him. Louis nodded slightly. 'Maybe you should come back some other time Sir. He's just settled down. I'm worried because he won't eat and just stares blankly ahead. It's like there's no life left in him at all,' Judy said, her voice breaking and tears gathering in her eyes.

'Please Judy I need to see him now before I lose my resolve. I just got back from visiting Anthony....'

'You went to see Anthony?' Judy asked sounding surprised.

'Yes. I know that what I did was very very wrong and terrible and I'm....I want to try and make it better. Judy...' he paused and looked deep into her eyes. 'I-I think I might be in love with him,' he told her, his voice low and soft and Judy began to cry.

'Oh Sir I knew it. I knew it. I knew you loved him. The change in you was so obvious. I am so happy Sir. That poor boy doesn't deserve to suffer the way he has been. I will grab my bag and leave you two alone,' she told him sniffing back her tears happily. She walked inside and returned clutching her bag.

'Call Angus. Tell him to pick you up because its raining and go home. I will probably stay with him tonight. Thank you for all you did for him Judy.' Without realizing it, Louis wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Judy was beyond surprised because her boss had never hugged her but she hugged him back tightly. Judy left and when Louis heard the door downstairs close, he took in a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked inside. The flat was dimply lit. Just the light over the counter in the kitchen, a lampshade in the living room and the light from the telly. He gently walked towards the couch and saw Harry lying down wrapped in a blanket.

'Harry?' Louis called softly but Harry didn't react to his voice. Louis walked forwards and dropped to his knees on the carpet close to Harry. 'Harry its me,' he said again and this time Harry's eyes moved and rested on Louis. He blinked slowly as if trying to asses if this was a dream or reality, if his mind was playing tricks on him or if he was hallucinating from too many pain killers. Louis touched his arm gently and Harry jumped, sitting up as if startled. Louis got up quickly and held his hands out before him.

'I'm sorry I startled you Harry,' Louis apologized. 'I-I just came to see how you are doing.' Louis could see the fear in Harry's eyes and he wished he could just disappear.

'W-what d-do you w-want?' Harry asked him. He was trembling. Louis still held his hands out in front of him. Gently he sat down on the other side of the couch not too close to Harry.

'I just came to see how you're doing,' Louis told him, his voice as gentle as can be. Harry looked away from him.

'I'm okay,' he mumbled, fidgeting with some threads sticking out from the blanket on his lap. Louis looked at his face and knew he wasn't. He looked too pale and too thin. He also noticed all the medications on the coffee table.

'Harry can we talk?' Louis asked him. Harry didn't move or say anything. 'Why did you tell your friends you slipped on sleet and hurt your back? Why didn't you tell them what I did?' Harry shrugged.

'Its none of their business,' he said in a very low voice. 'You.....you are none of their business. They don't need to know.' Louis felt his throat tighten with emotions.

'Harry I am so sorry for what happened. I regret beating you and raping you.....'

'You didn't rape me,' Harry cut him off not looking at him. Louis was feeling the tears gathering in his eyes. How could Harry still try to not make him feel bad for what he did?

'But I did. I did and I am so so sorry that I hurt you. I didn't mean to......' he stopped and swallowed hard. He watched Harry shake his head in denial. 'Harry baby.....'

'Don't call me that,' Harry said, 'you sent me away. You said you don't want me. You said......'

'Baby baby I didn't mean any of it I swear to you. Harry look at me please,' Louis begged him but Harry kept shaking his head. Louis got up and once again dropped to his knees in front of him, looking up into his tear stained face. 'I was cruel and stupid. I beat you and raped you because you said you loved me. I said all those things to you because I couldn't live with myself with what I had done to you. I wanted you to hate me because that's what I deserve. Your hate not your love. You are so kind and so perfect and me? I'm a horrible monster.'

'You're not a monster,' Harry said as tears dripped from his eyes.

'I hurt you,' Louis said thickly. 'I hurt you so bad Harry. I can never forgive myself for what I did to you. How can I expect you to forgive me?' Harry met Louis' eyes. He took in a deep shuddering breath.

'I understand your fetish Louis. Everyone has them.' Louis shook his head.

'Its not a fetish Harry. Its more than that. It's complicated. I am very complicated. I am not ready to share my story with you....'

'And I'm not asking you to,' Harry stopped him. 'Everyone has their demons and they fight them in their own way they see fit to face another day. You fight them this way.' Harry paused and touched Louis' hand that was on his thigh. 'I forgive you Lou,' he said quietly. In that moment, Louis felt himself go weak inside. He looked into Harry's eyes as he felt a few tears roll down his cheeks. He couldn't hold back anything now.

'You forgive me?' he asked him in a small voice he didn't even recognize as his own. 'Just like that? Without even thinking about it?'

'I do,' Harry told him. 'What's there to think about? Forgiveness is the beginning of healing.'

'But I hurt you so bad baby,' Louis told him.

'I'll heal. I will get used to what you do Lou I promise. I just didn't know and you took me by surprise. Next time.....'

'Shh shh baby no no. There won't be a next time. I swear to you. I will never ever raise my hand to you ever again. I swear to God. God will strike me dead if I ever hurt you again. And God please call me Lou again,' Louis told him.

'Lou,' Harry whispered and Louis was a mess, a heap of brokenness and a shadow of the man Harry knew. 'I love you,' Harry whispered again and his words made more tears fall from Louis' eyes. He made the mistake of flinging himself at Harry to hug him but watched as Harry instinctively flinched back away from him and Louis froze mid hug.

'I'm so sorry,' he quickly said. 'You are afraid of me aren't you?'

'No,' Harry said quietly.

'Don't lie to me. I know you are and I don't blame you,' Louis told him. He got up off the floor and sat down next to Harry who kept his head down. 'Harry its okay. Don't feel bad about it. I would be scared of me too after what you suffered at my hands.'

'I don't want to be,' Harry told him softly.

'I don't want you to be either,' Louis told him then paused and kept his eyes fixed on Harry. 'Harry, I-I didn't mean for all of this to happen. When you told me you loved me, I-I got confused. I acted out the only way I know how and I know that that is not an excuse.' Louis paused again trying to search for the right words to say because he had never done this before and Anthony had told him that when his mind couldn't work, to let his heart do the talking. 'Harry, I have feelings for you. I've never been in love before or remotely close to having any feelings of this sort for somebody but what I feel for you is strong. It makes me feel bad for what I did. It makes me miss you in everything I do. It makes me feel like I'm half myself without you. These past few days have been hell......'

'But I saw you with your dates,' Harry told him in a broken voice. Louis scoffed.

'That was me making you hate me. I knew you are always on Twitter all the time so I knew you would see me with them. I made it a point to be papped as much as I could. I wanted you to hate me so bad Harry. They mean nothing to me. Nothing at all. You came into my life and turned it all around for me. So much so that I know I can't be without you. I want you back Harry. I know its too much to ask of you but I really want you back. Please let me make it up to you. Give me a chance to prove I can be.....your boyfriend?' Harry's head snapped up, his red, puffy eyes wide.

'Y-y-you w-want to b-b-be my boyfriend?'

'If you'll have me and I want to make it official if you want to,' Louis told him his voice full of hope. Harry's eyes went wider.

'You want to make me officially your boyfriend? Like the whole world knowing?' Louis chuckled.

'Yes baby. If you'll give me a chance. I might not be good at it and I might fuck up things but I'm willing to learn. I'm ready to settle down with you.' Harry's lower lip trembled and he began to cry. All the emotions and pain that had been building up inside him all week came out at Louis' words. Harry covered his face with both his hands and sobbed into them. Louis watched his shoulders shake with his crying and he didn't know what to do because he didn't know why he was crying. Louis' hands hovered over Harry, wanting to touch him and comfort him but not wanting to scare him.

'Harry I'm gonna hold you,' Louis warned him right before he wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders and pulled him into his chest. 'Its alright love,' Louis told him soothingly, stroking his hair. 'I know I have put you through so much and I promise I will make it better if you only take me back. Please Harry.' Louis kissed the top of his head and held him until gradually, Harry stopped crying and moved out of Louis' embrace. He looked at Louis and sniffed, wiping at his eyes with his sweater paws.

'I never left you even though you sent me away. In my heart I never left you Lou,' Harry hiccuped.

'So you'll have me? You'll be my boyfriend?' Louis asked him hopefully. Harry gave him a small smile.

'With all my heart.' Louis smiled.

'I'm gonna hug the fuck out of you okay,' he told him and grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his chest hugging him so tightly he could feel Harry's heart beating against his own. He kissed the side of his face. 'I won't let you down. I will make you proud to be my boyfriend. I promise.' Harry giggled and buried his face in Louis' neck loving the feel of his warm hoodie. Louis pulled back and looked into Harry's tear stained face.

'There's something else I want to ask you. I know its early and maybe too soon but Harry I want you with me all the time. Move in with me?' He saw the shock on Harry's face and before Harry could say anything, he continued: 'My house is big. You can have your own wing if you want but I just want you close to me. I want to have breakfasts with you and dinners and watch your silly shows on the telly. I want your world to enter mine. Harry, I want to take care of you. I want you to need me. To depend on me. I need that really badly. I need to feel valuable to you. I need to know you need me Harry. Please say yes? Can you? Will you? You have to let me protect you. I need to feel like I'm worth something to you.' Louis searched Harry's face for a reaction but he was just gaping at him in pure shock.

'Harry say something,' Louis urged him. He was feeling as if Harry would turn him down. Harry chewed on his lower lip then looked at Louis.

'On one condition,' he told him.

'Name it,' Louis told him immediately.

'I don't want my own wing. I want to be where you are,' Harry told him softly.

'Deal,' Louis told him happily. Harry gave him a small smile. 'There is only one thing though,' Louis continued. 'There is one thing I won't give up. And that's my basement.' Harry looked at him and swallowed.

'I-I'll try and be good for you Lou. You can tie me up and smack me if you want, I-I just need to get used to it. Teach me how to help you fight your demons.' It was Louis' turn to look at him shocked.

'No Harry! I'm not asking that of you! I will never ever use a belt on you again. However, I am not ready to give this up. I can't give it up. I need it.' Harry furrowed his brow in confusion.

'What do you mean?' Louis sighed.

'It means I am not giving up my boys Harry. Nevertheless, I promise you I will not fuck anyone of them. It will be you I will come to right after. I will be committed to you. I swear to you I will not touch another man.' Harry seemed to be weighing his options.

'What if I want you to give them up?' Harry asked him quietly. Louis looked at him sadly.

'Please don't make me Harry. This thing inside me that makes me do what I do, needs them. If I don't vent it out on them......' Louis let it hang between them.

'You might end up taking it out on me again?' Harry asked him. Louis said nothing but Harry knew that Louis was scared that it might happen. Harry reached over and gently squeezed his hand. 'If that's your way of fighting your demons and keeping them at bay then who am I to deny you that?' Again Louis felt the need to cry from being overwhelmed by this beautiful boy. He hugged him again, tighter if that were possible.

'Thank you,' Louis whispered in his hair. 'Thank you Harry.' Louis pulled back and looked at him, a smile on his face. 'Shall we go home?'

'Now?' Harry asked him.

'Now,' Louis told him. 'I want to start being your boyfriend now. I'll pack up somethings for you,' he told him as he got up and went towards Harry's bedroom.

'I need to change,' Harry called out.

'Don't bother. Angus will pick us up,' Louis replied from Harry's bedroom. He came out carrying a duffle bag full of stuff. 'I only got you the necessities. The rest we will get later. I called Angus and he will be here in 10 minutes.' Harry looked at him baffled.

'I'm in pjs and socks,' he complained. Louis leaned down and pecked his lips.

'And you're gorgeous,' he told him. 'Now come along.' Harry got up slowly. He was more mobile than he was but he wasn't 100% healed. He picked up all his pills and medications and handed them to Louis to put in his duffle bag as he picked up his back pack and stuffed his laptop, books and stacks of assignments that Niall had brought him. Louis watched him as he shuffled his sock clad feet on the carpet towards him.

'Can you make it down the stairs?' Louis asked him.

'Yeah I can,' Harry told him and step by step they made their way down to find Angus waiting for them with the car door open. He took Louis' bag and Harry's back pack and put them in the trunk. On the way home, Louis sat as close to Harry as possible.

'I need to tell Niall I'll be over at yours. He can't make the rent by himself,' Harry told Louis.

'Don't worry about it. I will pay his rent for a full year okay and no hissy fits. Now you are my boyfriend and you have to accept what I give you,' Louis told him jokingly. Harry cuddled closer to him.

'I don't need much in ways of material things. You are all I need,' he told him and Louis felt himself glow from the inside out.

Once they got home, Louis took Harry upstairs while Angus got their bags. Harry felt glad to be back and he hobbled towards the guest bedroom.

'Where are you going?' Louis asked him curiously.

'To m-my bedroom,' Harry told him. Louis walked over to him and took his hand.

'That's not your room any more,' he told him as he tugged his hand gently towards a door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door and took him into his room. 'This is your room now.' Harry's mouth fell open as he took in Louis' beautiful room. It was big with two large windows overlooking the garden. Both windows had cushioned window seats. The walls were a light grey and the carpet royal blue. The duvet and curtains were a darker grey. The furniture was all black and shiny. The bed was big and on it there were lots of pillows and cushions in greys and blues. Across from the bed Harry could see a large bathroom and on the far side there was a walk in closet that looked as big as Harry's whole apartment. Louis watched him as he took in his new bedroom.

'You like it?' Louis asked him.

'You are letting me stay in here?' Harry asked him back. He knew that Louis never let anyone in his room.

'Yes its our room now. I told you I want you with me all the time.' Harry looked at him with adoration in his eyes.

'I love you so much,' he whispered and Louis wanted to say it back but he didn't know how. He felt it rolling around in his mouth but he wasn't ready to say it. Instead he looked at Harry fondly.

'How about a hot shower hmm?' Harry nodded and began walking into the bathroom just as a knock came at the door. Louis opened and found Jarvis with Harry's bags.

'Thank you,' Louis told him. He put the bags by the bed and walked into the bathroom and froze on the spot. Harry was naked, his back to him and Louis saw first hand the physical evidence of the damage he had inflicted upon him. His bum and back of the thighs down to the back of his knees where criss crossed with 3 inch wide welts. They looked horrifying. His skin was all greenish and yellowish where the welts were and some of them where a dark shade of red, like blood had congealed under the skin with scabs on them where Harry had bled when the leather broke the surface of the skin. Louis felt his heart clench painfully in his chest because he had never before seen the results of his actions. He had never cared until now! He felt awful and disgusted with himself that he had hurt Harry in such a bad way. Louis put a hand to his mouth to stifle a sob but Harry heard him and turned around to face him only for Louis to see the red horizontal blade cuts on both his arms. Harry saw the shocked horrified look on Louis' face and how his eyes were full of tears.

'Louis its okay. I'll heal. I'm healing. With the treatments and medications I'll be good as new soon. Please don't feel bad about it,' Harry begged him urgently not wanting Louis to feel bad.

'What...what did they tell you at hospital? What is the extent of the damage I did?' Louis asked him.

'Louis please. Its past now. Let it go.'

'Tell me!' he insisted.

'Why?' Harry asked him. 'So you can beat yourself about it some more? Haven't you done enough of that already?'

'It will never be enough,' Louis told him hoarsely. 'And those cuts. Why did you hurt yourself over a piece of shit like me?' Louis told him as he walked closer to him. He took one of his arms in his hands and looked at the cuts. He bent down and placed soft kisses on them. 'Don't ever hurt your beautiful self again Harry. Not for someone like me. Now tell me what they said at hospital. I saw all your pain killers and anti inflammatory tablets.' Harry sighed resigned and in brief, not giving him much details, told him what Dr. Blake had found. Louis listened with tears in his eyes. When Harry fell silent, Louis took in a deep breath.

'Tomorrow I will call into work and take a few days off. I will take care of you Harry. And I know you have fallen back on your studies because of me and your exams are coming up, so tomorrow I will find a tutor for you and he will come here and tutor you for your exams while you heal. I will not let you fail.'

'Louis you don't have to,' Harry began to protest but Louis put his hand up to stop him.

'Please let me. I need to feel good about myself Harry and if you don't let me do something for you I will go crazy. Now, take a hot shower. Are you hungry? I'll go and fix you something to eat while you shower so you can take your pills yeah.' Harry nodded, deciding to let Louis pamper him if it was what he needed.

An hour later, Harry was snuggled up in Louis' bed, wrapped up in Louis' arms under the warm quilt. He had eaten a sandwich that Louis had made himself ,drank his chamomille tea and had taken his medications and was slowly drifting off to sleep peacefully for the first time in a week as Louis played with his hair.

And Louis held him, Harry's head on his chest, his arm wrapped around Louis' waist, snuggling him further into his side. Louis was glad that Harry had at least let him hold him because he couldn't bare it to see him flinch every time Louis made to touch him or take a step backwards when Louis moved closer to him. At least now he was sleeping peacefully, safe in his arms and Louis couldn't be happier. He placed a kiss on his head.

'I love you,' he whispered to a sleeping Harry. It felt good coming out of his mouth. It felt right and Louis made up his mind that as soon as the opportunity came, he would tell him these three little words that meant so much.

Louis was slowly beginning to drift to sleep as well when he felt Harry shift in his arms. At first Louis thought that Harry just wanted to find a better position but he began to mumble in his sleep. His shifting became more restless and his breathing turned to gasps.

'No. No Louis p-please no. Don't. Don't Louis don't!!!! Stop!! Stop!!' he screamed as he jolted up and sat bolt upright up in bed, panting hard and in a cold sweat. Louis stared at him when he realized that Harry had been having a nightmare and that he was the lead role in it. Just then Harry turned to look at him and Louis saw the fear etched on his face, his eyes wide as he shook his head.

'No no no no no,' Harry said as he backed away from him. Louis held out his hands.

'Harry its okay. It was just a dream. I'm not gonna hurt you,' he told him as he slid out of bed and moved as far away from Harry as possible. Harry seemed to have come to his senses and out of his nightmare and realized that he must've shouted out loud just like he had done the past nights when the nightmares of what Louis had done to him had returned to haunt him at night. Harry lowered his head in shame.

'I'm so sorry Louis. I-I didn't mean.....' he whimpered.

'Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry for giving you nightmares. Its still too early to be close to you. I'll just go and sleep in the guestroom for now yeah,' Louis told him sadly as he backed away from the bed towards the door. Harry looked at him with pleading eyes.

'Please don't leave me again,' he told him making grabby hands at Louis. 'Stay with me Louis. Just hold me. Please? Can you?' Harry begged him. Louis stood there looking uncertain. It hurt him that Harry was having nightmares about him. He was the monster in his dreams. He haunted him yet Harry wanted him to hold him. He was the nightmare that could make his nightmare go away. How ironic!

'Harry, I don't want to scare you any more than you already are. I'll be just down the hall.' Harry's face crumpled.

'I'm so sorry. Please don't go. I just got you back. You don't scare me Louis. I-its just my mind. Craig said it will take time but honestly I'm not scared of you. Please stay with me,' Harry pleaded with him and who was Louis to say no to him even though his heart was breaking?

'Alright,' he told him as he climbed back into bed. No sooner was he in, Harry wrapped himself around him, holding him tightly. Louis pulled the duvet over them and pulled Harry closer.

'Sleep love,' Louis told him. 'I'm staying right here with you yeah, taking care of you.' Harry buried his face in his chest and soon he was snoring softly. Louis stayed awake, comforting Harry when he trashed and screamed out in his dreams but finally, as the damn was approaching, Louis closed his eyes and let sleep and tiredness over take him and he succumbed to it.

Chapter 13 coming soon...............

Chapter Text

The Aftermath.

Love changes, changes everything

Love makes you fly it can break your wings

Love changes, changes everything

Love makes the rules from fools to kings

Love changes, love changes everything.

Louis rolled out of bed at 9:15 am careful not to wake up Harry. He sat on his side of the bed, with his bare feet on the carpet, rubbing his tired eyes. He felt as if he hadn't slept at all, which he hardly had. Harry had had a restless night, whimpering and moaning in his sleep, sometimes full out yelling which had kept Louis awake, calming him down and soothing him back to sleep. He looked over his shoulder at the still sleeping boy in his bed and knew that if for the rest of his life he wouldn't get another good night's sleep, he still wouldn't have it any other way.

Harry was curled in on himself, tangled in the duvet, his messy hair everywhere, mouth slightly open. He looked peaceful now and tranquil. Louis got up and stretched, his bones creaking. He opened the door quietly and padded out onto the landing, closing the door softly behind him. He walked downstairs urgently in need of some caffeine in his system. The house was quiet. Usually work around the house started after he left for work so since it was still 9:15 am, the house was still relatively quiet. He padded into the kitchen and saw Judy putting groceries away.

'Good morning,' he told her sleepily, yawning loudly. Judy turned and smiled at him.

'Good morning Sir. How did you leave Harry yesterday?' she asked him eagerly. Louis smiled to himself. She had probably been wanting to ask him that question since last night.

'He's here Judy. He's asleep in my room,' he told her and watched her eyes go wide and her mouth open into a silent O. She clasped both her hands on her bosom as if in prayer and her eyes welled up with tears.

'Oh Sir, you brought him home! How is he? Did he sleep?' Louis sighed heavily.

'He was restless most of the night,' he said quietly as if he was deep in thought.

'The nightmares?' Judy asked him and Louis nodded. 'Yes I was there one afternoon when he was asleep and I was doing his laundry and he woke up screaming.' Judy stopped not wanting to go into further detail about Harry's nightmares but Louis knew.

'I gave them to him,' he said barely above a whisper. 'He's afraid of me.' Judy placed her hand over Louis' and squeezed it gently.

'Love heals Sir. He will heal. He is strong and he has you. He came back didn't he? Means he's not afraid of you as much as you think he is,' Judy told him with a smile. 'Shall I make breakfast?' Louis nodded.

'Yes but can I just have a cup of coffee for myself and a mug of tea for Harry please? I don't want him to wake up and not find me there next to him. I am taking a few days off work to take care of him,' Louis told her and Judy smiled happily.

'That is wonderful Sir,' Judy told him as she turned to go make the tea and coffee.

'Judy,' Louis called out stopping her before she walked into the kitchen. She turned and looked at him expectantly. 'Thank you for all you did for him. Thank you for turning your back on me and going to him when he needed it the most. Thank you for putting me in my place when I was out of line. Nobody ever did that so thank you. I appreciate all you did for us.'

'You're welcome anytime Sir. I just want to see you both happy. You deserve it,' she told him as she went off to make the tea. She came back after ten minutes and handed Louis a mug of black coffee and a mug of tea with more milk in it than tea. Louis thanked her, took the mugs and headed upstairs. As he walked into the hallway, he saw Leonard.

'Leonard hi good morning,' Louis stopped him. 'I need a favor. Could you please gather the staff in about half an hour in the dining room please? I need to inform them of some changes that will be happening around the house.'

'Yes Sir of course,' Leonard told him.

'Thank you,' Louis said as he went upstairs. He opened the door with his elbow, walked in and closed it softly behind him. Harry was still asleep. Louis walked over to Harry's side and placed the hot beverages on the bedside table then sat down beside Harry. He watched him sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful, the frown lines between his eyes all smooth. No worries or fears were etched on his beautiful face. He was breathing slowly and softly and Louis hated to wake him up because he knew that when he did, all this peacefulness about him will be gone. He will be tense again and furrow his brows and look down and fidget. But he had to wake him up. He had to take his medications soon. Louis touched his cheek ever so softly not wanting to startle him.

'Harry,' he called softly. He watched him shuffle a little and his eye lids flutter and Louis mentally braced himself. For what, he did not know exactly but he expected Harry to scamper away from him screaming as soon as he opened his eyes fixing, him with that horrified stare that had become so familiar to Louis. Louis didn't want to see the fear in his eyes whenever he looked at him. It killed him. So he braced himself for rejection. Harry opened his eyes slowly, adjusting his vision to the dim light. His eyes rested on Louis. And he smiled a little. Louis felt his heart soar.

'Good morning,' Louis told him and Harry's smile got a little wider.

'Good morning,' he mumbled in his deep raspy morning voice that Louis had missed so much. 'What time is it?' Harry asked as he sat up a little, resting his shoulders against the headboard.

'Nine thirty,' Louis told him. 'How did you sleep? I brought you tea.' Louis handed him the hot mug which Harry gratefully took. Harry took a sip and swallowed, the hot tea soothing his dry throat.

'I slept okay,' he said then looked down away from Louis and the frown lines between his eyebrows appeared. 'I-I'm s-sorry about the n-nightmares. I- I don't.....'

'Shh shh its okay baby. It's to be expected and I am so sorry for giving them to you but I promise I will do my best to help you get rid of them Harry,' Louis promised him. He wanted to so badly kiss that pout away from his lips but he didn't dare move too close. Harry kept his eyes on the duvet but said nothing.

'Okay,' Louis told him trying to lighten up the mood. 'We have a lot to do today. First breakfast. Then we look for a tutor for you. Then we start on your assignments. How does that sound?' Harry looked up at him from beneath his eyelashes.

'Sounds good,' he said, a smile playing on his lips. Louis smiled back at him.

'Lovely,' he said as he picked up his coffee cup. 'A toast. To new beginnings and to a beautiful day ahead,' he told him as he gently touched his coffee mug to Harry's tea mug. Harry giggled and Louis couldn't be happier to hear that sound coming out of his mouth. He wanted to make it all better for him. He wanted to erase all the bad stuff and start a new as boyfriends. He was slowly settling into the title of being Harry's boyfriend and he liked it. When they were finished with their tea and coffee, Louis held out his hand to Harry.

'Shall we go for breakfast?' he asked him with a smile. 'I know someone is going to be very happy to see you.' Harry nodded and put his hand in Louis' as Louis helped him out of bed, bringing Harry's body close to his. They both felt the awkwardness of it, the tension but neither one of them moved. Louis could feel Harry's warmth radiating off of him and he so badly wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull him closer but he didn't know if he should or if he even could. He noticed Harry looking at him and what was he expecting exactly? What did he want? Did he want Louis to hold him? Louis looked at his lips and moved a little closer tentatively but Harry moved back an inch turning his face and looking down. Louis stopped.

'I-I need to um b-brush my teeth,' Harry stammered and Louis only nodded, trying to hide his disappointment and hurt because he knew it was an excuse. Harry had never bothered kissing Louis before in the mornings before he brushed his teeth. Louis gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand.

'Let's go for breakfast yeah,' he told him and Harry nodded. Louis was grateful that Harry let him hold his hand. They walked down the stairs and together they entered the dining room and Harry was surprised to see all the staff gathered there. He went to pull his hand out of Louis' but Louis held it tighter and squeezed it reassuringly.

'It's okay,' he whispered to Harry. Harry felt his face turn hot. He noticed Angus and Jarvis smiling at him and Judy who was beside herself, grinning and almost clapping her hands. Leonard was there beside Judy and a few other faces that Harry had not seen before.

'Good morning,' Louis told them as he threw another look at Harry. 'Just wanted to introduce you to Mr. Harry Styles. Harry is my boyfriend and he will be living here. He just moved in so please do treat him the same way you treat me alright?' There were a few gasps of surprise around the staff. Louis paused and looked at Harry who was blushing furiously and looking down at the floor. Louis squeezed his hand then turned back to his staff. 'Please make sure he feels welcome and comfortable here and I trust you will see to that. Thank you. You may return to your jobs.' Just as everyone went off to carry on with their jobs, Judy came rushing over to them and just wrapped her arms around Harry pulling him into a tight hug.

'Welcome home,' she whispered in his ear and Harry felt as if he was close to tears because he did feel as if he had come home.

'Thank you,' he whispered back. Judy pulled away and looked at both of them.

'Breakfast now?' she asked them happily.

'Yes please Judy,' Louis told her. 'We are starving.' Judy nodded and went back into the kitchen to start up their breakfast. Louis turned to look at Harry.

'Are you alright?' he asked him. 'Did I step out of line or something?' Harry looked at him and Louis could see the tears in his eyes.

'No you didn't,' Harry said, speaking softly. 'I-I just d-didn't except it.' Louis tried to gauge Harry's reaction by looking at his face but Harry was giving nothing away. Since when did he become a closed book?

'Did I do wrong?' Louis asked him in a low voice. 'Did I rush in telling them that we are boyfriends and that you moved in with me?' He hated to feel insecure but he had brought about this insecurity between them. Harry shook his head and moved closer to Louis and took his hand.

'No you didn't. I'm happy you did,' he told him as he placed a soft kiss on Louis' cheek. As if by instinct Louis lifted his arms to hug Harry but stopped himself, his arms still raised mid-air undecided about what to do but Harry stepped closer to him.

'Its okay,' Harry told him, giving him permission and Louis enclosed him in his arms hugging him tightly. He felt Harry's arms go around his waist and Louis closed his eyes, sighing in relief that he could get to hold his baby, that his baby was allowing him to hold him. Louis placed a kiss on his temple. It was all so innocent but it was a start.

'Thank you,' Louis whispered and Harry squeezed his waist a little tighter. Louis pulled back and gave him a smile. 'C'mon,' he told him, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. They sat side by side on the stools at the breakfast bar and they ate in relative silence. When they were done and they were just sipping their tea, Louis looked at Harry over the rim of his cup.

'How about we go into my study and we can start working on your assignments and finding you a tutor hmm?'

'Okay,' Harry told him. As soon as they were finished, Louis led them into his study. As soon as Harry was inside, his mouth dropped open. The room was big, with windows over looking the garden. It had a deep red carpet fitted all around the room and a big mahogany desk with a black leather executive chair, its back to the garden. But what had caught Harry's attention were the books!

'You have a library!' he exclaimed looking around at the floor to ceiling mahogany bookshelves stacked with books. Louis chuckled.

'I do. I love to read and collect books,' he told Harry as the younger boy walked around the room tracing his fingers along spines of books and reading titles.

'Wow,' Harry exclaimed again. 'This is like heaven.' Louis walked up beside him and looked into his excited face, his green eyes as large as saucers.

'Well its all yours baby,' Louis told him and Harry turned to face him, a look of awe on his face.

'Really?' he asked him. Louis slowly raised his hand and cupped his cheek, hoping Harry wouldn't flinch or move away but he didn't.

'Yes baby. Its yours,' Louis told him and he saw Harry's eyes cloud over. He turned his face slightly and placed a kiss into Louis palm.

'Thank you Lou,' he whispered. Louis' hand moved to the back of his neck and he pulled him a little closer, placing a kiss in his forehead.

'Anything for you. I just hope you will be happy here with me Harry,' Louis told him, his voice sad. Harry put his hands on Louis waist, his thumbs drawing circles in Louis skin just above the waistband of his sweats.

'I am. I will be. I-I just n-need some time,' Harry whispered. Louis placed his lips against Harry's forehead again.

'It's okay baby. I know its all my fault but I'll be here with you through it all. If you'll let me.' Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist and pulled him closer, burying his face in his neck.

'I need you Lou,' he said in a choked voice and Louis held him, running his hands gently up and down his back.

'You have me baby. You have me,' Louis promised him and he was amazed by Harry's strength, at how he could need the person that ruined him to make him better. They pulled apart and Louis indicated his large desk. 'You can work there. You won't be disturbed in here. I have some calls to make work related, see if everything is running smoothly in my absence and check if I have any video conferences for today which I can do from here. Also, I'll make a few calls to get you a tutor.' Harry nodded and picked up his backpack which was already in the study and took a seat in the executive chair, pulled out his laptop and notes and began working. Louis sat in a leather armchair across the desk, took out his phone and began making his phone calls.

After about two whole hours of working on his assignments, Harry leaned back in the leather chair and stretched, working his neck this way and that and rubbing out his sore fingers from typing and writing. Louis looked at him as he talked to Lynn on the phone giving her instructions on what to do in his absence. As soon as he hung up he asked Harry:

'Tired?'

'Mhm,' Harry replied still working his neck muscles. 'I'm sore.' Louis got up and walked over to him, standing behind his chair.

'May I?' he asked him and Harry nodded. Louis began gently massaging his neck and shoulders, kneading the stiff muscles with his thumbs. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed, letting out a soft moan.

'Good?' Louis asked him.

'Good,' Harry replied. Louis continued to work his muscles.

'How about we have a break hmm? I can ask Judy to make us some lunch and we can sit out and eat on the patio. The weather is not too bad today even though its grey and a little chilly so you might need to go and grab yourself a sweater,' Louis suggested.

'Okay,' Harry agreed. 'I need the bathroom first though. Is there one down here?

'There are two. One just off the kitchen and one down the corridor past the stairs,' Louis informed him.

'Thank you,' Harry told him as he got up and began walking towards the door.

'I'll meet you in the kitchen,' Louis told him before Harry walked out.

Harry took a bit of a long while to get back and Louis was beginning to wonder if he had gotten lost so he went to look for him. As he passed by the stairs, he noticed that the basement door was wide open and a sudden feeling of fear gripped him, immobilizing him to the spot. His heart beat frantically in his chest as panic took over while a horrid thought formed in his head. A thought he prayed was not real and that the door had accidentally been left open by Jarvis when he had gone down to clean the basement. He took a shaky step towards the door and looked down the steep cement stairs leading down beneath the house. Louis gulped and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body as if he had been attacked by a sudden fever. Trembling with dread, he began to climb down the stairs. The door to his special room was wide open too and his fear increased.

Louis held his breath as he stood motionless on the threshold, not knowing what he would find once he stepped into the room. He took in a deep shaky breath and stepped into the room but it was empty. He exhaled slowly, feeling relief flooding through him but his relief was short lived. He heard a quiet whimper from behind him and he turned as if in slow motion, feeling like he was in some horror movie, to find Harry sitting beside the door, his back to the wall, his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His eyes were glazed and wet, fixed unblinking on the bed in front of him. His lower lip was trembling, soft whimpers leaving his parted lips and his body was shaking like a leaf. He was pale and sweaty and Louis knew he would never be able to erase the terrified look that was etched on Harry's face from his memory if he lived to be a hundred!

He stood there transfixed watching the boy he loved lost inside his own mind, taken over by fear, thrown into a dark place that was so familiar to Louis, a dark place that he himself had sent Harry to.

You sent him to the same hell you were sent to!

'Harry,' Louis whispered, afraid to talk loudly because he didn't want to startle Harry but at the sound of his voice, Harry shook violently. Louis didn't know what to do to break him out of it. Ever so carefully, he got down on his knees and sat back on his haunches to be level with Harry. He stayed away from him, not wanting to get too close. Harry was still staring vacantly ahead.

'Harry,' Louis called out softly again. Harry's eyes flickered to him as if recognition took place suddenly inside his mind. For a brief second, Harry's eyes met Louis'. Harry began shaking his head.

'No. No. Don't touch me,' he rasped out. Louis held up his hands to show him that he wasn't going to touch him.

'Harry please,' Louis begged him though for what he wasn't even sure. He just wanted to help him, to bring him out of his dark place but Harry scampered back away from him, backing himself in the corner, his eyes wide and wild, terrified.

'Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Please don't touch me!' he repeated in a broken voice as if it was a mantra.

'Harry I'm not going to touch you,' Louis reassured him but Harry pressed himself further into the corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. He screwed his eyes tightly shut.

'Don't hurt me!' he said, his voice rising. 'Louis please don't! Don't! Don't!' His voice had now risen to an almost scream and Louis couldn't take it anymore.

'Don't hurt me!' Harry screamed. 'Don't hurt me!'

Louis couldn't stand seeing Harry like this, terrified and scared of him. It killed him inside and the guilt of what he had done to him was suffocating him. He got up and rushed out of the room, not wanting to hurt Harry anymore with his presence. He felt about ready to burst into tears from the pain inside his chest as he took the steps two at a time, still hearing Harry screaming from downstairs for him not to touch him and not to hurt him.

'Jarvis! Jarvis!' he called out urgently as he emerged into the lobby, hurrying on the way to the kitchen. As soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen, Judy saw him looking all upset.

'Sir whatever is the matter? Are you ill?' she asked him with worry in her voice.

'Harry,' he said. 'He's in the basement. I need Jarvis. Now!' Judy's eyes went wide and a horrified look crossed her features.

'Sir y-you didn't? Not again?' she asked him, tears already gathering in her eyes. For a moment Louis was put off by what she was saying but then he saw the terrified look on her face and he got the meaning of her words.

'Good God Judy no! What the hell are you thinking? I haven't! I wouldn't! I just found him down there. He's freaking out and he doesn't want my help so I need Jarvis,' he explained to her. Judy relaxed a little at his words, sighing in relief. Just then Jarvis walked into the kitchen.

'Jarvis!' Louis said in relief. 'There you are. Please go into the basement and take Harry up to our room.' Louis didn't miss the worried exchanged glance between Jarvis and Judy.

'For fuck's sake I didn't fucking hurt him!' he yelled, all his frustration coming out. 'I didn't fucking touch him. He just went down there. He's freaking out and he doesn't want me to fucking touch him so I-I can't help him,' he said resigned. 'He- he doesn't want me near him so please Jarvis, take him up to our room. I don't want him down there and from now on please make sure that that door is locked at all times and the key put somewhere where he can't find it.'

'Yes Sir,' Jarvis told him as he headed off to the basement to take care of Harry. Louis sat down on the kitchen stool for the first time in his life he felt completely lost and deflated. This was beyond his control and he was feeling very frustrated and angry with himself.

'I'll make you a cup of coffee,' Judy offered when she saw him looking worried.

'I need something stronger. A whiskey please,' he told her. Judy nodded and went off to get him his whiskey. Louis had to do something to help Harry. He couldn't stand by and watch him have these episodes. They weren't good for Harry. He pulled out his phone and went to his contacts. He found Anthony and hit dial. Anthony answered after the first two rings.

'Louis how are we today?' Anthony asked him cheerily.

'Not good,' Louis told him glumly. 'Not good at all. Can you make a house call? Its urgent.'

'Louis are you alright?' Anthony asked him with a hint of worry in his voice. Louis sighed.

'No I'm not but Harry needs you more than I do. Please come quickly. I-I don't know what to do.'

'Okay Louis no worries. I will be there in thirty minutes alright. Stay calm.'

'Thank you Anthony,' Louis told him and hung up. Judy walked in and handed him his whiskey which he gulped down in one swallow. Just then Jarvis entered the kitchen.

'He's upstairs in your room Sir,' Jarvis informed him.

'How is he?'

'He seems calmer but like he is in shock,' Jarvis told him. Louis scoffed.

'Of course he is. He is living with his nightmare, who wouldn't be in shock.' Louis got up and walked out of the kitchen and headed back to his study.

A knock on the door brought Louis out of his worrying thoughts which all centerd around Harry.

'Come in,' he said as he knocked back another swallow of whiskey. He knew he shouldn't be drinking but he also knew that he shouldn't have hurt Harry and gave him nightmares so what the fuck did it really matter if he was knocking back whiskey this early in the afternoon? The door opened and Jarvis peeked in.

'Dr. Miles is here to see you Sir,' Jarvis informed him as he pushed the door further open, allowing Anthony access into Louis' study. Immediately Anthony saw that Louis was not in a good place at all. He reminded him of the days when he was too lost to be reached.

'Louis, how are you?' Anthony asked him deeply concerned for the man.

'Bad,' Louis told him. 'I used to think I was bad before but nothing compares to this.' Anthony sat down in the chair opposite the desk and faced Louis.

'You want to tell me what happened since yesterday?' Anthony asked him. Louis took in a deep breath, held it and exhaled slowly.

'Short version. I persuaded Harry to give me another chance and to forgive me which he did without even stopping to bat an eyelash. I persuaded him to move in here with me which he agreed to in a heartbeat, only, he is terrified of me. I gave him fucking nightmares. I am his Goddamn nightmare that wakes him up in the middle of the night screaming in terror and drenched in sweat, scared out of his fucking mind. Today, I find him in the basement and he was catatonic. I bet if he saw Satan himself before him he wouldn't have been half as terrified as he had been to see me down there, shaking and crying hysterically begging me not to fucking hurt him and not to touch him. That, Anthony is what happened since yesterday,' Louis told him as he swallowed another shot of whiskey.

'Wow I was not expecting that plot twist but clearly Harry is not stable and he needs my help as much as you do,' Anthony told him.

'I can handle myself,' Louis told him sourly, pouring himself another whiskey.

'Can you?' Anthony challenged. 'Is that why you are getting drunk at barely one in the afternoon?' Louis shrugged.

'It numbs the pain.' Anthony leaned forward in his chair.

'It will only mask it for a while Louis. It will still be there when you are sober again. What you did to Harry is wrong on so many levels and I can understand your guilt and self flagellation. There is no way of condoning what you did but it happened. You were clinically certified by me as suffering from severe depression due to your violent past and you being bipolar doesn't help much either but you made a mistake. One horrible mistake but you cannot keep punishing yourself for it or paying for it for the rest of your life. You are already being punished enough as it is seeing the man you love terrified of you. Let that be your punishment and its hurting you very bad. So how about we make you and Harry better hmm? Where is he?'

'In my bedroom,' Louis said. Anthony heaved himself out of the chair.

'I will go and talk to him. Do you prefer I talk to him alone or would you like to be present?' Louis gave him an annoyed look.

'Anthony I just told you he doesn't fucking want me near him. I need to stay away from him as far as this big ass house allows. It was a big fucking mistake bringing him here.'

'That is what you think though. Why don't we see what Harry thinks before you hurt yourself jumping to conclusions hmm?' Anthony told him. Louis nodded and Anthony left the study. He knew where Louis' room was as he had been here before, on those days when Louis had been too bad to make it out of bed and to go to his office.

Once outside Louis' bedroom door, Anthony knocked and when he heard a faint "come in", he opened the door and walked inside to find a beautiful curly haired boy sitting on the window seat, his head resting against the glass pane, knees to his chest watching the rain. Anthony closed the door behind him and walked further into the room stopping a few feet away from Harry.

'Hello Harry. I am Dr. Miles but you may call me Anthony. Louis called me,' Anthony told him by way of explanation.

'Hello,' Harry greeted him but his voice was emotionless and detached. Harry never even looked at him.

'May I sit?' Anthony asked him. Harry simply shrugged so Anthony pulled a chair and sat right in front of Harry.

'What kind of doctor are you?' Harry asked him still looking out the window at the rain.

'I am a psychiatrist,' Anthony told him. Harry was silent for a while then ever so slowly he turned his head and looked at Anthony.

'Does Louis think I'm crazy?' he asked him softly. Anthony gave the boy a smile.

'No he does not. He is just worried about you,' Anthony explained. Harry looked down sadly.

'He shouldn't,' he said quietly. 'I mean I shouldn't be worrying him but...but.' He stopped as he felt himself choking on a lump that had formed in his throat. Anthony studied Harry's reactions, how he fidgeted and how immensely emotional he was.

'Want to tell me what happened with you and Louis?' Anthony coaxed him gently. He wanted to hear Harry's version of things even though he already knew everything from what Louis had told him. Harry remained silent, looking down chewing on his bottom lip nervously and playing with his long fingers.

'Harry, Louis has already told me everything that's happened, what he did to you.' Harry's head snapped up and his eyes met Anthony's.

'He didn't rape me,' he blurted out quickly, keeping his eyes fixed on Anthony. They were wide and a little wet but Anthony was trained to see things that were not said and Harry's eyes said much more than his lips were saying. Harry's eyes belied his words. Harry's eyes held fear.

'Okay Harry so what Louis did to you, what was that?' Anthony asked him gently. Harry shrugged and looked down again, picking at the skin around his fingers.

'It was just angry sex. He was angry. I made him mad and he...he just...it was angry sex that's all.' Anthony nodded taking in Harry's words.

'That may be so,' he agreed with Harry, 'but if it was like you say, angry sex, then why are you terrified of Louis? Why don't you want him near you? Why is he giving you nightmares?' Harry felt his face burn up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

'I don't mean to,' he said in a small voice. 'Nobody ever had angry sex with me before. I mean, nobody ever had sex with me before Louis. He was my first. I just...I was surprised by it that's all.'

'He hurt you Harry,' Anthony told him stressing out the words for Harry to understand. Harry was shaking his head even before Anthony had finished speaking his words.

'It wasn't his fault. I made him mad. I have been thinking a lot about that night and I know that I made him angry. I upset him....'

'Harry its not your fault,' Anthony was quick to stop him. 'He still had no right....'

'Its what he does!' Harry said raising his voice a little. 'Its who he is....'

'No Harry that does not excuse.....' Harry stood up suddenly and it was only then that Anthony realized how tall he was. Harry looked down on Anthony.

'Stop blaming Louis,' he hissed angrily. 'It happened! He can't help what he does or how he reacts. I feel bad that I am worrying him and that he sees me frightened of him. I don't mean to. I mean, I am not scared of him. Its just...it's just sometimes I react without thinking and I hate that.' Harry was breathing harshly clearly he was upset.

'So what happens the next time you make him mad and he loses his temper?'

'He won't. He promised me that he won't. I believe him and I trust him,' Harry told him. Anthony nodded again pondering his next question.

'And will you let him touch you sexually again? Are you ready to be intimate with him Harry?' Anthony asked him knowing full well the impact of his question would have on Harry. Harry was completely thrown off by Anthony's question as he was not expecting it. He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully then looked at Anthony.

'Please help me not be afraid of him,' Harry asked him in a pleading voice.

'That's not what I asked you Harry,' Anthony pointed out. Harry sat back down on the window seat and looked at him with pleading eyes.

'If I am not afraid of him I can let him touch me again. I see how he looks at me when I freak out and its hurting him. I don't want to hurt him.'

'How about we talk about what's hurting you Harry?' Harry huffed out a breath.

'What hurts me is being apart from him, that my stupid brain makes me scared of him.....'

'Harry!' Anthony snapped at him, making the younger boy flinch and look up at him in surprise. 'He beat you and sexually forced himself into you.That is why you are scared of him because he raped you. Your body has its own defense mechanism and when Louis is close to you, it reacts to the danger he has put you in.' Harry covered his ears with both his hands.

'Stop saying that!' he screamed. 'Why does everyone keep saying that he raped me? He didn't! Louis is not a rapist! He didn't! He didn't!' Anthony reached a hand out to Harry but Harry shied away from him.

'Okay Harry calm down. Calm down.' Harry was visibly shaking. He didn't mean to lose his control but he couldn't hear anymore about Louis and how he had hurt him. Couldn't they see that it was in the past now?

'I-I just want us to go back to how we used to be before....' he mumbled. Anthony studied him for a moment.

'For that to happen, you need to admit to what happened Harry. To what Louis did to you then you can start moving past it. If you both love each other so much, which I can tell that you do, you will move past it together but Harry you need to face it,' Anthony explained.

'I have faced it,' Harry told him. 'I forgave him.'

'Then look me in the eyes and tell me that Louis raped you,' Anthony challenged him. Harry shook his head and remained silent.

'Tell me Harry,' Anthony pushed. 'Say it.' But Harry just remained silent, the tears falling down on his cheeks. Anthony sighed.

'Harry the fact that you can't even admit what happened to yourself is what's going to set the great divide between you and Louis. Louis admits it and he's sorry and he's beating himself over it harshly but its a start to working his way through it. But he can't do it alone. He needs you beside him, with him. He needs to hear you say it. He needs you to acknowledge what he did to you. He needs to you confront him with it. I think a part of him wanted you to be mad and angry with him because he could understand that, where it was coming from. Anger he can understand but the fact that you received him the way you have, the way you simply forgave him and not given him grief for it, well, that weighs him down a lot. The fact that you still want to be with him and accepted to move in with him after what he did to you, baffles him and he's having a hard time getting to grips with it.'

Harry was still crying softly, occasionally hiccuping and sniffing back his tears. He kept his eyes on his socked feet.

'I love him,' he said quietly through his tears. 'Please help me get better.' Anthony let out a puff of air from between his lips seeing that Harry was not going to admit to what Louis had done, instead choosing to lie to himself and keep the ordeal locked inside of him. Anthony knew only too well the damage that would do to him. It would only grow and build and fester inside of Harry turning him into a ticking time bomb.

'Okay Harry, I will help you,' he finally spoke up. 'We need to talk some more about this though so I will tell Louis to book you in for another few sessions with me. The same goes for Louis. I need to see you both. I will prescribe something for you to help keep you calm and sleep better alright.' Harry nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

'Thank you. Please send Louis up,' Harry told him. Anthony got up and after casting a final glance at the wrecked boy, he left the room and made his way downstairs and found Louis still in the study, now drinking coffee instead of whiskey. He poured Anthony a cup which he took gratefully and he sat down in the leather chair opposite Louis' desk.

'How did you find him?' Louis asked him. Anthony took a sip of the hot coffee, relishing in the warm beverage and crossed one leg over the other.

'Exquisite. He is such a beautiful boy and not just in looks might I add.' He threw Louis a knowing glance which Louis picked up on right away.

'I know,' he said softly. He could feel the guilt weighing down on his chest as if he had a load of bricks crushing him down.

'Also I found him incredibly loyal to you and his love for you, well its astonishing,' Anthony pointed out. Louis looked at him with wide eyes but said nothing because he didn't know what to say to that. He wanted Anthony to explain further so he remained silent. Anthony took the hint.

'From what I've seen in the little time I spent with Harry, this seems to me like a case of Stockholm Syndrome.' Louis raised a questioning eyebrow.

'Stockholm Syndrome?' he asked perplexed. He wasn't holding Harry hostage or against his will. What was Anthony going on about?

'He loves you Louis. He loves you so much regardless of what you did. He knows there's something about you that makes you act the way you do and he accepts it without asking questions or know exactly what it is that he is accepting. He just does. Kinda reminds me of that Bible saying blessed are those who believe even though they don't see. His faith in you is solid and he is very loyal. He talks about you as if you put the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky.' Anthony paused and looked at Louis who was staring at him with his mouth slightly open, a look of awe and wonder on his face.

'However,' Anthony continued, seeing that Louis had nothing to say, 'I am deeply worried about him. He is fighting a battle within himself and he is choosing to fight it alone. He doesn't want anyone in there. His defense mechanism tells him to be afraid of you and puts him on alert when you are near just like his subconscious does when he is asleep, hence the nightmares but in his rational mind, he just sees you. His Louis. The perfect Louis. He will not admit to you raping him and gets highly upset when someone says it. He will not blame you and will not allow anyone to do so either. To him, it was just angry sex because he made you mad.'

'Oh,' Louis said because it was all he could utter at what Anthony was telling him.

'The thing is Louis,' Anthony continued, 'I don't want him blaming himself for this and unless he admits to himself or to you or to me that yes, you did rape him, he will just keep on making excuses to come to terms with what happened and one of them is taking the blame upon himself rather than blame you. That will do much damage to him. It will build inside him and it will just keep on building until one day he will erupt and that day worries me.' Anthony took another sip of his coffee.

'So what do we do to get him to admit to what I did?' Louis asked him.

'Nothing,' Anthony told him calmly.

'Nothing?' Louis questioned. 'But you just said...'

'Louis he won't hear it. Every time its mentioned, he gets highly agitated and emotional and he won't listen to it. For the time being, he is showing emotions to the situation which is good. He reacts even if its in a negative way but he reacts. The fact that he can react is a good sign. I fear that if we persist, he might shut himself down and that would be so much worse.'

'So what now?' Louis asked him.

'I am going to prescribe something for him to keep him calm and help him sleep,' Anthony told him as he pulled out a small pad and pen from the inside breast pocket of his jacket.

'You're going to drug him?' Louis said. 'He has exams coming up. He needs to be focused.' Anthony put his hand up to stop Louis.

'He needs to be tranquil and calm Louis. He is very emotionally unstable. If I leave him in that state, he won't be doing any exams at all. Make sure he takes one before bed after he's had dinner. It will help him sleep and keep the nightmares away.' Louis nodded as he took the prescription from Anthony.

'What can I do to help him?' Louis asked in a small voice.

'What you can do is be there for him, love him, make sure he feels safe in your presence, make him see that you are not a threat to him. If he gets afraid, leave immediately and if he ever wants to leave this house, don't hold him back. Let him go. Don't beg him to stay or make him feel guilty for wanting to leave. If things get too much for him he might need some time away with friends or go back to his home, something that is familiar and safe to him. Keep him entertained so his mind won't be too singularly focused on what happened. Distract him.' Anthony got up and straightened his jacket.

'Make sure he starts his medication tonight. And go to him. He asked me to tell you to go up.' Louis got up and Anthony walked towards the door. Before he walked out, he turned back to Louis.

'One more thing, don't try anything intimate with him. He is definitely not ready for that. And if he initiates it, take it very slowly making sure to make him feel safe and at the first sign that he is in distress, just stop.' Anthony paused, a smile on his lips. 'A word of advice Louis. You might want to give him a safe word.' He winked at Louis and walked out. Louis took a few moments to compose himself, then took a deep breath and walked out of his study, straight to his bedroom. When he reached the door, he knocked softly and pushed the door open. He walked inside and saw Harry sitting in the window seat, his back to the wall, head resting against the glass pane, his knees to his chest. Louis closed the door.

'You wanted to see me?' Louis asked him trying to make his voice as soft as possible so as not to startle him. Harry turned his head towards him and gave him a small smile.

'Hold me?' he asked him tentatively. Louis was a little shocked at his request but nodded and walked towards him.

'Of course,' he told him as Harry put his feet down and Louis sat behind him, his back to the wall, legs on either side of Harry. Harry leaned back into his chest, resting his head back on Louis shoulder. Louis wrapped his arms around him and held him close but gently, softly as if he was holding a new born baby in his arms. And Harry let him. He melted back into his chest, synchronizing his breathing along to Louis' and feeling the thump thump thumping of his steady heartbeat against his spine. Occasionally, Louis placed soft kisses on his head and stroked his hair while they sat in silence. They didn't talk. They didn't say anything at all. Just sat there, looking out over the garden at the rain softly falling, its gentle pitter patter against the window pane the only sound in the room. It was peaceful and everything was alright if only in this perfect moment in time.

After sitting together like that for a while, outside had gone dark rendering the bedroom pitch black and cold. Louis felt stiff from sitting in the same position with Harry cuddled into him but he didn't have the heart to move him. He was so warm and pliant in his arms. Louis kissed the top of his head and noticed that Harry had goosebumps all over his arms.

'Baby you're cold,' Louis told him. Harry shifted a little, pressing himself further back into Louis as if he wanted to enter his chest cavity, snuggling deeper into his warm arms. Louis smiled and ran his hands up and down Harry's arms, warming him.

'I'm hungry,' Harry said, his voice deep and slow. Louis smiled again and realized that for the first time in a whole week, he felt a little happy and at peace. It all felt as if it was back to normal with Harry.

Yeah until his next melt down.

'I'll tell Judy to make us some dinner,' Louis told him, ignoring his subconscious. Harry threw his head back and looked up into Louis' face.

'Can we order pizza?' he asked as if he was a little child asking for candy.

'Sure baby,' Louis agreed. 'Anything you want. Go shower while I go and place an order yeah.' Louis made to get up but Harry grabbed his wrist stopping him.

'Can we watch a movie?' Louis smiled fondly at him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

'Yes love.'

An hour later, Louis and Harry were both showered and settled on the couch in the living room with a fire burning brightly in the fire place, a large mushroom and cheese pizza on the coffee table. The large 52' plasma screen in Louis' living room was on and Harry was flicking through the channels trying to find something to watch since Louis had no DVD's or Netflix, considering he hardly watched any TV as he had explained to Harry. Harry stopped on ITV just as Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone was about to begin.

'Oh cool Harry Potter,' Harry said excitedly as he criss crossed his long legs and munched on a slice of hot pizza. Louis looked at him furrowing his eyebrows.

'Harry who?' Harry looked at him as if offended.

'You don't know who Harry Potter is? Where the hell have you been living?' Harry asked him and Louis chuckled.

'I'm not into movies and stuff Harry. My life before you was rather dull.' Harry smiled round a mouthful of pizza.

'Prepare to be blown away muggle,' he said.

'Muggle? What is that supposed to mean?' Louis asked him, taking a slice of pizza from the box.

'Non-magical folk. Now sit back and prepare for the best adventure of your life yet. There's another 6 movies after this,' Harry explained.

'And I am guessing you will be taking me on this magical adventure by making me watch all 6 other movies?' Louis asked curiously but highly amused.

'Mhm,' Harry said. 'And tomorrow you are sending Leonard to buy you a Blue Ray DVD and the Blue Ray Harry Potter box set from HMV.' Louis laughed loudly.

'Yes Sir,' he told him as he nudged him with his shoulder. They watched the movie while eating pizza, Louis asking questions and Harry gladly filling him in. During the movie, Harry ended up with his head in Louis' lap and Louis couldn't be any happier as he watched the movie, which he rather liked he had to admit, with his boy while playing softly with his curls.

X

Next morning, Harry went down to breakfast rather late. It was after 11 am when he woke up. He couldn't believe that he had over slept and when he woke up to an empty bed, he had somewhat panicked so he got up quickly, grabbed his phone and headed downstairs, his messy curls flying everywhere and his eyes puffy from sleep. He entered the kitchen which was full of light streaming in from the huge window over the sink that over looked the garden and he found Judy alone, having a cup of tea.

'Where is Louis?' he asked her right away, his voice deep and groggy. Judy couldn't help but smile fondly at him because Harry at that moment stood in her kitchen looking like a startled baby deer, standing there dishevelled in his red and grey plaid pyjama bottoms, grey AC/DC t-shirt and Spiderman socks. His eyes looked panicked even though he wasn't even properly awake yet. Judy walked over to him.

'Good morning Harry,' she told him in a kind voice. 'He's in his study working.' Harry barely gave her time to finish her sentence. He dashed out of the kitchen, his socks skidding on the polished wooden floors nearly making him lose his balance and hurried towards the study. He didn't knock, just pushed open the door and walked inside. Louis was on the phone and put his finger up indicating for Harry to give him a minute. Harry relaxed the moment he set eyes on him as he lowered himself into one of the leather armchairs across from the desk and yawned sleepily as he waited for Louis to finish his call. Louis quickly ended the call as he wanted to give his attention to Harry. He looked at a yawning Harry, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

'Good morning,' Louis told him, a smile tugging at his lips because he was so endeared by the younger boy sitting across from him.

'I slept in,' Harry said as if he were apologizing for it. Louis smiled at him, got up and walked round the desk towards Harry. Harry noticed that Louis looked divine this morning. He was wearing a pair of black Adidas pants with white stripes down the outside of his leg and a red Ralph Lauren polo shirt. Harry also noticed that Louis had a beard. And Harry realized that Louis looked very hot and sexy with facial hair. Harry had to admit that he loved this version of Louis, relaxed and out of suits. Louis caught him staring at him.

'How did you sleep?' he asked him, not wanting to call him out on his staring. Harry cleared his throat and brought himself out of his thoughts.

'G-good,' he said. 'Did I...um did I...you know?' he asked uncertain how to phrase it but Louis knew what he was asking even though he didn't say the words.

'No you didn't have nightmares,' he told him. 'You did snore a lot however.' Harry felt himself blush, his cheeks turning hot and Louis chuckled because Harry was so fucking cute right now.

'Sorry,' Harry mumbled. 'I tend to snore sometimes.'

'Harry, it quite alright,' Louis assured him. 'Don't worry about it. I'm glad you slept all through the night. You look well rested, just a little puffy around the eyes,' Louis teased him. Then on a more serious note, he asked him: 'How does your body feel?'

Harry looked up at him with sleepy eyes. 'Better,' he told him. 'Healing.' Louis nodded feeling satisfied with Harry's answer and not wanting to delve anymore into the subject so as not to make him uncomfortable or anxious.

'So, what do you want to do today?' Louis asked him changing the subject. 'I have another whole day off at your disposal for you to use how you see fit.' Harry shrugged.

'Anything is okay as long as its with you,' Harry said softly making Louis' heart thump a little faster than it normally would. Anthony had told him to keep him entertained and an idea crept into his head.

'How about you invite your friends over? Its a Saturday after all,' Louis suggested. Harry looked at him in surprised shock.

'I can?' he asked. Louis moved closer to him and placed both his hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of Harry, caging him in and he leaned down, his face inches away from Harry's.

'Baby this is your house too now. You are allowed to have guests over to visit you,' Louis told him kindly. Harry kept looking up into Louis' clear blue eyes feeling himself being pulled in and getting lost in their depths, the smell of his cologne making his head swim, filling him up.

I am not afraid, Harry told himself. I am not afraid. I am not afraid.

He watched Louis' eyes alternate between looking deep into his eyes and flickering down to his lips and Harry knew what Louis wanted because he wanted it too. Harry nodded slightly to Louis, letting him know that it was okay. Still, Louis hesitated so Harry reached up to the collar of his polo shirt and gently tugged him down and closer until their lips were only an inch apart, their warm breaths fanning each other's faces. Louis placed his lips ever so carefully on Harry's and it felt just like the first time all over again. Harry's lips were plump and warm and God Louis had missed kissing him so much! He moved his lips slowly on Harry's, no tongue just lips moving together as he kissed his boy and internally sighed in relief when he felt Harry respond to his kiss. It gave him hope that not all was lost. Louis knew then that there was no life for him without Harry in it. He knew he would give up anything and everything in his life just to have this beautiful soul with him.

But would you give up your basement for him?

Louis wanted to strangle his subconscious because that was just about the only thing that he was not ready to discuss with himself yet. Louis pulled back and placed a chaste kiss to Harry's red lips.

'Call them. Make plans. I'll have Judy set up dinner for you and your friends. You just take care of the menu,' Louis told him with a smile but Harry gave him a confused look.

'What about you?' Louis sat in the chair next to Harry.

'Oh I will be in my office doing some work....'

'No,' Harry cut him off. 'I want you with me.'

'Harry, its your time with your friends. You haven't seen them in a while.' Harry reached over and took his hand.

'I want you with me,' he repeated. 'Please.' Louis didn't say anything for awhile because he wanted Harry to have some time with his friends away from him, to feel better and relaxed and not so on edge all the time. He wanted him to forget for a little bit, not have him there as a constant reminder. Harry saw him hesitate and squeezed his hand again. 'Louis please.'

'Alright,' Louis told him not wanting Harry to beg. 'I will join you and your friends if it makes you feel better. Now c'mon and lets get you something to eat and some tea.' Just as they were getting up, Harry's phone rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was Craig. He swiped the phone and put it to his ear.

'Hi Craig,' Harry greeted him and Louis stiffened. He watched Harry smile as he listened to what Craig was saying and he felt his blood boil and freeze at the same time. 'Oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, I'm staying with a friend at the moment.' At the word "friend" Louis felt as if he wanted to snatch Harry's phone out of his hand and tell this mother fucker that Harry was now living with him and that he was his boyfriend but Harry was still holding his hand, idly drawing circles on Louis' hand. 'Yes you can drop by. I will text you the address okay. Thank you Craig, I really appreciate it.'

What the fuck is he making you appreciate? Louis wondered. Harry hung up and looked at Louis but when he saw the look on his face, the smile he had slipped off his lips.

'T-that was um.....'

'Craig?' Louis asked dryly. Harry licked his lips.

'He-he's my doctor,' Harry explained.

Don't make him mad! Don't make him mad! Don't make him mad, he told himself.

'He- he helped me when.....'

'When I wasn't there,' Louis stated.

'He um he's just um coming to see my um injuries,' Harry continued to explain feeling dread in the pit of his stomach. He could feel a panic attack coming because Louis was mad and when Louis got mad.....

'So I'm your friend huh?' Louis asked him. Harry swallowed thinking up the easiest way to explain this to Louis.

'Lou, he um knows what happened to me. I didn't tell him but when he examined me, he knew. He's a doctor and if I tell him you're my boyfriend......'

'He will suspect its me that did all that to you,' Louis continued for him. Harry nodded.

'Are you mad at me? Please don't be mad at me,' Harry pleaded with him and that was all it took to break Louis out of his angry jealous. He cupped Harry's cheek.

'Baby I'm not mad at you no. You protected me how can I be mad at you?' Harry sighed in relief, letting out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. 'Is he coming to see you?' Harry nodded.

'Just as my doctor Lou nothing more. I promise,' Harry told him. Louis raised Harry's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

'I trust you baby. It's him I don't but since he's your doctor, I don't have much say in the matter. Now let's go and get you something to eat yeah?' Louis made to get up but Harry tugged on his hand.

'Don't forget to tell Leonard to get the DVD and Harry Potter box set. Tomorrow you and I are having a Harry Potter marathon.' Louis rolled his eyes but laughed.

'I'll get him right on it Sir,' he told him mockingly as he pulled him up from the chair and laced his fingers through Harry's while walking to the kitchen together.

X

Liam, Zayn and Niall arrived later that afternoon and were shown into the living room by Jarvis where Louis and Harry were sat waiting for them. As soon as they saw Harry, they all hugged him and congratulated him on his move with his boyfriend. Louis had drinks served for them and sat close to Harry, holding his hand all the time as Harry told them about the move and how he and Louis were now official. They talked about their upcoming exams and what the other lads had been up to. Louis just listened, not interrupting their conversation, after all this was their time together. Just then the doorbell rang and Jarvis informed Louis that Dr. Craig Blake was here for Harry. Louis told him to show him in. He had to see what this Craig looked like. He also noticed that Harry was suddenly nervous but Louis patted his knee and gave him a wink.

Craig walked into the living room and was greeted by Louis who kept his shit in check because he didn't want to do anything stupid in front of Harry's friends. Mostly he did not want to frighten Harry. He outstretched his hand.

'Nice to make you acquaintance Dr. Blake. I must thank you for the immense care you took of Harry. I am Mr. Tomlinson, Harry's friend. He is my guest here,' Louis told him politely even though he wanted to have this asshole thrown out of his house. He was a beautiful man and his eyes never fucking left Harry for one second, even though Harry was looking at no one but Louis. Craig shook his hand, finally meeting his eyes.

'A pleasure to meet you Mr. Tomlinson,' he said. Then once again he turned to look at Harry. It was taking all Louis had within him to keep up a straight front.

'You are here to check on Harry,' Louis told him, not a question but a fact.

'Yes,' Craig told him. Louis turned to Harry giving him a what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

'Harry, Dr. Blake is here to see you. Take him upstairs to your bedroom,' Louis told him, hoping Harry got the message to take him into the guest bedroom not their own room. Harry got up stiffly from the couch and walked towards them. He was unsure about Louis but as he passed him, Louis gently squeezed his hand.

'We won't be long,' Harry told him quietly. Louis smiled at him.

'Take your time. I will keep your guests company.' Harry nodded and showed Craig the way upstairs. Louis ground his teeth together at the thought of that asshole having his hands on Harry. Still, he composed himself and turned back on Harry's friends.

'Sorry about that,' Louis apologized. 'Harry only informed me late this morning that he was getting a call from his doctor.' Louis sat back down and took a sip from his drink.

'I thought you were official,' Zayn told him.

'Excuse me?' Louis asked him not getting the meaning of what he was saying. Zayn kept his eyes fixed on Louis.

'You introduced yourself to his doctor as Harry's friend not his boyfriend,' Zayn pointed out and Liam nudged him in the ribs.

'Zayn!' he hissed at him.

'Its quite alright Liam,' Louis told him and turned his eyes on Zayn the mother fucker who never missed anything! 'Yes we are official but only to my staff and you guys. I am waiting for Harry to be sure he wants to be introduced to world because once we do that, he will be hounded by the media. And if he is sure, I was hoping we could do it after his exams so he won't be distracted,' Louis explained. Liam gave him an apologetic smile.

'That is very considerate of you, to think of Harry's needs,' Liam told him shooting a hard look at Zayn.

'I want to keep him protected as much as I can. The media can be a bitch and I don't want him hurt or upset by it in any way,' Louis told Liam. Just then, Harry and Craig came back down the stairs and they stopped in the foyer to exchange a few words, then he watched Harry shake his hand and walk him to the door. After a while, Harry came back and sat down next to Louis, sitting as close to him as he could possibly get without climbing in his lap. Louis placed an arm around his shoulder and Harry cuddled under his arm.

'How did the doctor find you love?' Louis asked him as he placed a kiss on his temple. He really didn't give a fuck that Harry's friends got to see this side of him. All that mattered was that Harry felt his love and was safe in the knowledge that Louis wasn't hiding their relationship. Harry gave him a small smile.

'He said I'm healing very well. I should be totally healed in about two week's time.' Louis smiled happily.

'That's wonderful love,' Louis praised.

'You should watch how you walk Harry,' Niall teased him. 'Especially on ice. Try and work on your co-ordination and controlling those long legs of yours. Sometimes you remind me of a baby deer or a giraffe the way your legs seem to just have a mind of their own.' His friends laughed and Louis hugged him tighter to his side, Harry blushing but laughing along with his friends. Louis got up and went into the kitchen to check how dinner was progressing.

'So a big move for you huh?' Liam asked him. 'I mean look at this house. Its huge and you get to live here.'

'Yeah,' Harry smiled.

'Are you happy?' Niall asked him.

'I am. Very,' Harry replied.

'I am really happy that you found love Harry,' Liam told him sincerely. 'Louis seems to have settled to being your boyfriend now. He showers you with attention and love. You deserve it Harry. You really do.' Zayn scoffed.

'I still don't trust him,' he commented. Liam rolled his eyes.

'Will you just give over? They are happy and they are now officially a couple Zayn. Louis does look extremely fond of him. He only has eyes for him. You have to admit it, he's different than when we met him on Harry's birthday. The guy deserves a break.' Zayn shook his head.

'Still,' he said.

'Still nothing Zayn,' Liam chided him. 'If you can't say anything nice then just be quiet.' Louis entered the living room again announcing that dinner was being served. They all went into the dining room which had been set up nicely to serve the five people sitting for dinner. Louis sat at the head of the table and Harry sat next to him. Jarvis and Judy began serving and soon the dining room was full of chatter and the clatter of cutlery against plates. Conversations varied from personal life to work and ambitions and dreams of the future. Louis loved to hear Niall talk about how he was going to graduate in IT and technology and he was fascinated to hear him talk about communications and designs for gaming ideas. Louis was interested in what he had to say even though his company did not produce gaming equipment or games in itself. However, what Niall was suggesting about how his company should invest in their own gaming software and produce their own brand of games, was making Louis interested. He asked Niall if he could come by the office and discuss this further. Niall happily agreed.

By the time dessert and coffee were served, Louis felt relaxed and was quite enjoying this time with Harry's friends. They weren't so bad after all especially Niall whom Louis found very interesting and full of ideas. He secretly knew that Niall would thrive in his company. Liam he found a very stable and reliable sort of person who worked hard and dreamed of one day owning his own cafe/book store. As for Zayn, he wasn't really very sure about him. He was mysterious and not so open as the other two. He said little but his eyes spoke volumes and the way he looked at Louis, Louis knew Zayn didn't like him much. Maybe Zayn was over protective of Harry and in Louis' mind that was a good thing.

And most of all, he loved seeing Harry laughing and relaxed with his friends around him. Louis wanted him to be back to his normal self even though he knew it was a slow and long process but he was going to be there with him every step of the way. He knew it was his fault that Harry found himself in this position and he was going to do everything in his power to prove himself to Harry that he was changing and was taking their relationship seriously.

By seven in the evening, Liam, Niall and Zayn were ready to leave. Zayn had to work at Garland's and Niall had to meet his girlfriend where as Liam was just heading to his shared flat with Zayn for a quiet night in. They thanked Louis for a lovely afternoon and hugged Harry tightly with promises of visiting soon. When the door closed on them, Louis and Harry stood in the foyer, alone but together.

'Thank you for today,' Harry told Louis.

'Did you enjoy yourself?' Louis asked him as he pushed a strand of hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. Harry nodded.

'Yes very much and thank you for being my boyfriend in front of them. It means so much Lou,' Harry said quietly. Louis placed a kiss on his forehead.

'I'm glad to be your boyfriend baby. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me,' Louis admitted. Harry smiled.

'I love you,' Harry told him as he wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Louis hugged him back chocking on the words that he wanted to say but which were stuck on his tongue.

Tell him. Say it. Let him know how you feel about him.

But he couldn't. Not yet. He wasn't ready. He pulled back and looked at Harry.

'How about we set up that DVD hmm and maybe watch another Harry movie yeah?' Harry nodded.

'Sounds good. I'll go make popcorn while you set up,' Harry said as he went towards the kitchen. Louis took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, thanking whoever sent Harry Styles in his life and allowing him to be touched by love.

Hope you all liked that. Stay tuned for Chapter 14....coming soon.....

Chapter Text

Come What May

When he looks at me

I know the boy sees things

Nobody else can see,

All of the secret fears inside

And all the craziness I hide

He looks into my soul

And reads me like nobody can

And he doesn't judge the man

He just takes me as I am.

Come what may, he believes

And that faith is something

I've never known before

Come what may, he loves me

And that love has helped me open a door

Making me love myself a little more.

It had been a very hectic two weeks and Louis was at the end of his tether. He was trying very hard to hold on to his sanity. For the past two weeks he had tried to be the loving supportive boyfriend to Harry, the boss of his multi billion dollar company, run his household, be a domestic partner and try to be as normal a human being as possible, all the while suppressing his urges which were raging inside of him, begging to be set loose. Not to mention he was sex deprived but he tried not to think about that too much but it was impossible with Harry sleeping in the same bed in just his boxers pressed up against him. And Louis did not like the fact that wanking was becoming a habit!

Harry had been panicking about his upcoming exams for the whole two weeks. He studied and revised like crazy even though he had not one, but two tutors who came in a different times every day to tutor him. Still he panicked and gave himself anxiety attacks and Louis came home everyday from the office to find him in his study buried in books and papers, chewing on his pen while tapping away on his laptop. Louis had sympathized with him because as Harry had pointed out, these were his first exams of his first term at Uni and he needed to do good, better than good even if he had to excel when the finals came. Louis had given him countless neck rubs and shoulder massages while constantly praising his efforts and how well he was doing and assuring him over and over again that he will ace all his exams. And he loved how Harry trusted in his words and gave him that dopey smile that made Louis' heart melt and his dick harden.

Things between them were much better. Harry hadn't expressed any fear towards him in the past few days and he hadn't had anymore nightmares which Louis was grateful for. However, Anthony had pointed out during one of his private sessions with Louis that what Harry was doing was shutting down those memories, locking them away in his brain behind a door labeled "Denial". He told Louis that Harry had shown these symptoms during their sessions. Anthony had explained to Louis that Harry was acting as if he didn't remember what had happened at all and that worried Anthony a lot. It was not a healthy way to deal with trauma but many did it, feeling safer if they pretended that it never happened. Anthony told Louis that this might exhibit itself in difference of behavior, anxiety and panic attacks, detachment and depression. Louis had noticed none of these changes in Harry. If anything, Harry had become more clingy to Louis and the only anxiety and panic attacks he was having were all related to his exams.

Harry had also healed from his physical injuries that he himself had delivered to him and for that Louis was even more grateful because if there was anything worse than watching Harry being afraid of him, was watching Harry limp and wince in pain every time he sat or stood. Every time Harry changed clothes or walked out of the bathroom in his boxers, Louis inconspicuously surveyed his injuries. The welts on the back of this thighs had faded to a pale greenish yellow but where the leather of the belt had broken the skin, the scars remained like faint white lines kriss crossing the back of his pale thighs. Louis hoped that given more time, those scares would eventually disappear. He didn't want visible reminders of what he had done to him. His brain will make sure to remind him enough without him having to see the evidence.

Nevertheless, not everything between them was back to relatively as normal as could be given under the circumstances. There was no intimacy between them whatsoever, save a kiss here and there, spooning while sleeping, occasional hand holding, hugs and cuddling on the couch. Harry let nothing go any further than that and Louis could understand that perfectly. Anthony had told him not to push anything intimate on Harry. He had warned Louis that Harry was not ready, that the fact that he didn't let anything go any further, was proof that what had happened had left its repercussions on Harry. Anthony had told Louis that maybe Harry would never be ready to be touched again, to be intimate and give his body over to him again. Only time could tell. Harry's brain now saw sex as the thing that broke him so unless Harry instigated intimacy between them, Louis had to steer clear.

And this was turning out into a huge problem for Louis. It had been four weeks since he had been down in the basement with Harry. Hence four weeks since he had used a belt and four weeks since he had any sexual contact. Louis knew that he had told Harry that he would not give up his boys or his basement before he moved in here but he couldn't find it in him to have one of his boys over while Harry was in the house asleep upstairs. Furthermore, he knew that he wouldn't fuck any of them because he had promised Harry that he wouldn't and he wanted to keep that promise but his needs were growing inside of him. The need to use his belt and fuck hard and the knowledge that he couldn't exercise neither of them was making him edgy and frustrated. He desperately needed a belt in his hands and a boy beneath him. Just thinking about it made him sweat and breathless causing an urgent panic to go through his veins. He felt like a drug addict on withdrawls and he knew he needed his fix soon otherwise he would go crazy. Sure he wanked himself blind every time he took a shower but it didn't help much. Seeing Harry in his boxers, feeling him against him in his bed, his warm body wrapped around him, his ass against his dick every time he spooned him...it was pure torture.

Today was the first day of Harry's exams and the day Harry ventured out of the house after taking his time to heal. Louis paced the foyer impatiently. He never knew himself to be this impatient. He looked at his Rolex for the dozenth time. 9:43 am.

'Harry!' Louis called up the stairs, his voice echoing in the vast hallway and staircase. 'We are going to be late!' They had exactly 17 minutes for Harry to get to Uni and for him to get to his office. Punctuality was a must with Louis. He tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor as Harry made his way down the staircase, nearly stumbling down half the stairs. Louis swore that the boy's clumsiness would one day cause him to break his neck!

'Sorry,' Harry apologized as he pushed his hair out of his face and hoisted his backpack up on his shoulder. 'Last minute revision,' he grinned. Louis rolled his eyes and ushered him out of the house into the waiting car. As soon as they were seated inside and Angus drove them out of the driveway, Harry opened his backpack and pulled out a stack of notes. Louis eyed him curiously.

'What are you doing?' Louis asked him.

'Revising,' Harry replied, his nose in his notes.

'You've already revised!' Louis pointed out. 'You fucking revised your revision for God's sake!'

'I need to revise some more. I'm not ready,' Harry told him, flicking through his notes restlessly. Louis huffed and snatched Harry's notes away from him, earning him a "how dare you" look from Harry.

'You are prepared Harry. You are over prepared if you ask me,' Louis told him. Harry frowned.

'Louis, these are my first exams at Uni. I can't fail. I just can't. One can never be prepared enough. Give them back.' Louis kept them out of his reach.

'No Harry,' Louis said sternly. 'You are stressing yourself out for no reason. If you are going to stress, you are going to have a panic attack and if you do, your mind will black out and that is how you fail. You need to relax and breathe. You are well prepared for this. You had two tutors for the past two weeks who have prepared you for these exams so just relax.' Harry looked down and pouted.

'What if I fail?' Harry asked quietly.

'Harry you won't,' Louis reassured him in the softest voice he could muster as he stuffed his notes back into his backpack. He grabbed his chin gently and turned his face to him, tilting his chin upwards till his green eyes were looking straight into his. 'You will ace these exams baby. I have so much faith in you. Have a little faith in yourself yeah?' Harry sighed heavily and looked down again, slipping his chin out of Louis' grasp.

'I wish I had Harry Potter's wand,' he mumbled. Louis chuckled.

'I am your Harry Potter wand,' he said casually.

'Huh?' Harry asked, furrowing his brow and giving him a curious look.

'I can buy you a diploma and a degree if you want,' he told him meekly giving him a wink. Harry slapped his thigh playfully.

'Lou! That's cheating!' Louis scoffed.

'And waving a magical wand to ace your exams isn't? How is that any different from me buying your degree?' Harry chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.

'Hmm you're right,' Harry admitted.

'Of course I am,' Louis smirked at him. By now Angus had stopped the car in front of the University. Some students that were lounging outside on campus stared at the beautiful car with the tinted windows, whispering to each other probably thinking some celebrity or important person had come to their University. Harry saw that and frowned.

'What?' Louis asked him.

'You should've let me take the tube. Everyone is going to stare at me now and gossip once they see me stepping out of this car.' Louis scoffed.

'Of course they will stare at you. You're my fucking beautiful boyfriend. You are stareable so if they are going to stare why not make it worth their while? Though I do not approve of your choice of clothing if I'm to be honest,' Louis pointed out eyeing Harry's clothes with a disgusted look.

'What's wrong with my clothes?' Harry asked a little offended. 'I am not wearing Gucci for Uni!'

'And why ever not?' Louis asked him. 'Better than that cheap shit you're wearing. Honestly baby you look homeless.' Harry rolled his eyes.

'I'm going to get enough attention as soon as I step out of this car Lou. Imagine if I came here decked in designer clothes.'

'So what Harry? You're going to get attention regardless when I make us official and you're spread out on the front pages of magazines and tabloids as my pretty boyfriend. They are going to point and whisper and gossip about you so why not give them good reasons for their gossip?' Louis mused cheekily. Harry groaned and rolled his head back on his shoulders.

'Aren't you going to be late for work?' Harry asked him still groaning and Louis wished he didn't groan like that because he was making things happen inside of his pants and he couldn't afford to go to work with a boner. Louis leaned in closer and kissed him softly. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against Harry's.

'I am but you are my priority. Now go in there and give it your best shot. Nail those mother fuckers. Unless of course you changed your mind and want me to buy your degree?' Louis mocked.

'Louuuu!' Harry whined. 'Not helping.' Louis laughed and kissed him again.

'You will pass your exams with good grades my baby. You wait and see. My judgement is never wrong. Now go. Get out. Go pave your future. Go forth and conquer and all that. You're making me very late for work.'

'Okay okay I'm going,' Harry told him laughing as he grabbed his bag and got out of the car. Before he closed the door, Louis told him:

'Text me when you're done or while having a hissy fit yeah.' He closed the door before Harry could say anything, Angus pulled off the curb and headed towards his office in Canary Wharf. Harry shook his head, a smile on his lips as he watched Angus drive off. He took in a deep, contented breath, for he was contended and happy if he refused to think about his exams but deep down he knew that Louis was right. He was prepared. Louis was always right and Harry loved how supportive and encouraging Louis had been. He had not failed to notice how Louis had changed, becoming more attentive and affectionate towards him. Harry basked in the knowledge that he was Louis' main focal point of attention and Harry loved him. Despite everything, he loved him more than life itself.

Harry hurried his steps towards the University entrance, not wanting to be late for his first exam. He wasn't immune to the looks he was getting from fellow students and the whispering gossip that was going on behind his back. He had made headlines by arriving at Uni in that Bentley and even though it irritated him that people were talking about him, he had to resign himself to the fact that he was the hot topic of the moment. Like Louis had told him in the car, more gossip will happen once they are out to the world that the most eligible bachelor in the world was now take by non other than him, a struggling first year University student who according to Louis, looked homeless and this made Harry smile happily to himself. He felt proud to have captured Louis' heart and was keeping it. A slap on Harry's back brought him out of his happy daydreaming. The smile slid off his face when he turned and found himself facing a grinning Nick.

'Daddy gave you a ride in his extravagant car?' Nick taunted him.

'Good morning to you too Nick,' Harry told him, refusing to remark on his comment. He wanted to hold on to his inner peace and Nick was not worth losing it for. He resumed walking towards the building, Nick easily keeping up with his long strides.

'So I heard you moved into the big Tomlinson mansion?' he asked him and his sarcastic tone wasn't lost on Harry.

'And?' Harry retorted.

'Aren't you moving a little too fast? You barely know the guy,' Nick pointed out.

'I know enough,' Harry said curtly. He really didn't want to be talking about this with Nick. Especially not Nick. Nick smirked.

'I heard things about him you know.'

'Not interested in your rumors and gossip Nick,' Harry told him trying to cut him off but he knew Nick was persistent.

'I heard he's a kinky bastard,' Nick continued, ignoring Harry.

'Well you heard wrong. He's pretty much normal. Quite boring at times actually,' Harry told him, feeling his heart pick up its beat. He didn't like where Nick was going with this.

'So I heard wrong that he has a basement....' Harry stopped walking and turned to face him.

'Yes he does have a basement Nick and I've been down in that basement and guess what? Its full of the usual junk you find in home basements and attics. Seriously Nick where do you get all this shit gossip from?' Harry continued to walk and Nick hurried after him.

'I think you're lying Harry,' Nick accused him. Again Harry stopped and turned to look at him.

'I don't have to prove anything to you Nick. Its my relationship. What you think you know is very far from the truth. You will not get between Louis and I and you seriously need to stop this obsession you have going on with me.' Nick chuckled.

'Me? Obsessed with you? Please! Guess daddy had been feeding your ego a little too much now has he?' Harry smirked at him.

'Actually you are the one who has been feeding my ego by constantly pouring yourself over me, which might I add is a little pathetic. I am not interested in you Nick. Never was and never will be. He's the one I want and there's nothing you can tell me about him that would change my mind. Not even if you tell me that he's the devil in disguise. And don't call him daddy ever again. He's not my daddy. He's my love. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an exam to get to.' Harry turned and began walking away from Nick only to hear him call:

'Guess its true what they say that you become what you eat cos you are becoming a dickhead just like him.' Harry shook his head and pulled the door open, making his way to the exam hall.

X

Louis was swamped in work. The time he had taken off work to look after Harry had now caught up with him and he already felt mentally exhausted after three hours at the office. Lynn hadn't stopped coming into his office to relate to him what was next on the agenda or bringing piles of papers for him to sign, documents to go over, schedules that needed to be made and appointments to be met. Louis could feel a migraine coming on due from the tension inside his body both from work and from his personal activities being suppressed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as Lynn droned on and on about his full and busy workload.

His phone pinged and he saw that it was a text from Harry. He smiled to himself.

'Lynn how about we take a break? Be a dear and get me a cappuccino and some tablets for my migraine. Thank you.' Lynn nodded, got up and left the office. Louis sighed in relief at the relative silence that filled his office. He swiped his phone and tapped Harry's message.

[FromHarry]

One down. Was easy. You were right, I am well prepared. Going to meet the lads for lunch. I love you <3

Louis smiled to himself again. He was so gone for this boy. He just wished he could show it more yet he still felt as if an anchor was tied to his ankles pulling him down, tying him to his past. Anthony had suggested to him that if he only opened up to Harry and let him in, things between them would be so much better. But Louis kept repeating the same thing over and over again : he wasn't ready.

He typed a reply to Harry:

[FromLouis]

When am I ever wrong? Enjoy your lunch. See you at home ;)

He couldn't even bring himself to tell Harry that he loved him even though he felt it inside of him, growing and attaching him to the boy with every passing day. He knew that he could never live without Harry yet it was too soon to let him in, to give him control over him. Control was all that Louis had left and if he gave that over to Harry, gave him that control over him, then he was susceptible to vulnerability. Harry could break him and he definitely wasn't ready for that.

X

By the time Louis got home, it was after 8 pm. He found Harry in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket over him even though the fire was on. The telly was on, the sound low and Harry was reading. Louis came up behind him.

'Hey baby,' he told him as he placed a kiss on the top of his head. Harry smiled up at him.

'At last you're home. I missed you,' he told him as Louis sat down next to him, placing Harry's socked feet on his lap and massaging his toes.

'Yeah fucking finally,' Louis said. 'I'm beyond exhausted.' Harry put his book down.

'Rough day?'

'Just too much shit to do. The perks of being boss!' Louis said. 'What are you reading?'

'Pride and Prejudice. Literature tomorrow,' Harry groaned. Louis scoffed.

'Fucking Darcy. He's a proud asshole.' Harry giggled.

'He was just misunderstood,' Harry pointed out.

'He wasn't! He thought everyone was beneath him and lesser than him just because he was rich. I'm glad Elizabeth put him in his fucking place.'

'He did love her though,' Harry pointed out. 'Even though she was lesser than him in social status and financially. And she was the one who he eventually married. Goes to show that social status and money don't really matter where the heart is concerned. Much like us.' Louis looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

'So you're saying I'm asshole Darcy and you're Elizabeth Bennet?' Harry pursed his lips.

'Well you are a bit of a pompous ass,' he said playfully.

'Am I now?' Louis growled at him as he began ticking the bottom of his feet. Harry squealed trying to pull his feet free but Louis held him tightly and tickled him till Harry was gasping and laughing.

'Stop! Stop,' Harry pleaded, laughing and out of breath. At his words, Louis let go of him immediately. Those words rang out in his ears so loudly especially since Anthony had drilled it into him that stop meant stop and no meant no.

'Sorry,' he quickly apologized to Harry. Harry sat up trying to catch his breath. He placed his hand on Louis' cheek loving the feel of his stubble under his fingers.

'It's okay,' he told him in a soft voice. Harry leaned closer and kissed him softly and Louis wanted nothing more than to lay on top of him and make sweet love to him. He wanted to feel him, to find comfort in his warm body, to get lost inside of him and find his release. Louis needed him so badly not just for sex. He wanted their connection back, a connection he himself had severed.

Without knowing Louis moved, turning himself and pushing Harry back till he was half lying on top of him, his lips moving more urgently over Harry's. His hand moved under Harry's shirt, his tongue licking Harry's lower lip trying to get access to enter his mouth, his thumb moving rapidly over Harry's nipple. He needed to touch him and be touched by him. He needed to love him and be loved by him.

He felt Harry's hands against his chest pushing him off of him and the moment was broken. Louis opened his eyes, moved back startled and found Harry looking at him like a scared rabbit, shaking softly. Louis sat up quickly.

'God I'm so sorry Harry. I'm sorry,' he told him frantically. Harry sat up trembling. Louis wanted to reach out to him, to hug him, just hold him but he saw the terrified look in his eyes again. He only wanted to love him. 'Harry please say something. I'm sorry. I got carried away. I had no intention of hurting you, you know that right? I would never......' Harry's hand rested on Louis' hand.

'I know,' he told him softly. 'I-I'm just not ready yet.' He looked at Louis sadly, his green eyes shining and pleading. 'I just need a little more time. Please? Can you?' Louis licked his lips.

'Of course baby. I'm so sorry really I am. I just....' he paused and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. 'I just miss you. Miss us. Together. Intimately.' He spoke the last word softly, reverently. Harry remained silent, looking down at his lap. He didn't have anything to say because he understood what Louis was saying and deep down inside he missed it too but he just couldn't. After a few minutes of awkward silence between them, Louis got up.

'I'm just gonna go and have a shower yeah.' Harry just nodded and Louis left the room, climbing the stairs to the second floor slowly as if he was weighed down by an invisible weight. When he got to their room, he started to undress, putting his suit on the chair ready to be sent to dry cleaning. He placed his phone on the bedside table and sat down on the bed. He hated himself for making that move on Harry but he just couldn't help it. There was no way he would ever hurt him again, he knew that.

But Harry doesn't. He's still scared of you and your hands on him terrify him.

Louis knew that well enough and it angered him but there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to let Harry have his time and hope that he would over come this. He looked at his phone and made a decision. He opened his contacts and scrolled through his contacts, stopping on a name and hitting dial.

'Hi Connor. Need you at my basement after midnight. Don't be late.' Louis hung up. He knew that after Harry took his medication, he'd be out like a light and wouldn't wake till morning. He got up and went to have a shower feeling relieved but also guilty for what he was about to do.

X

Harry was sound asleep as Louis made his way downstairs. Jarvis had unlocked the basement door and when he went inside, Connor was already there ready for him. He tied the cuffs around his wrists and ankles and picked up a random belt. Louis could feel that his heart just wasn't in it yet he needed it, driven by something greater than him. The sight of Connor tied up, bent over the bed should have already alleviated some of his pent up anger inside but Louis was standing there staring ahead into nothing, his memories replaying what had happened here a few weeks ago with Harry.

His mind left the room and all he could hear were Harry's cries of please and no and stop and don't hurt me but it wasn't only Harry's voice that he heard. These same words were echoed back to him in the voice of a child too so that Louis was hearing Harry and the child both crying and begging him to stop.

Louis blinked, coming back to his basement, his heart pounding in his chest and his shirt stuck to him from sweat. The belt fell from his hands with a dull thump on to the black carpet.

'What is happening to me?' he whispered. He felt as if he was drunk, intoxicated, his vision blurred at the edges. He couldn't do this. He could still hear Harry cry out for him to stop and it shook him to the core. He quickly untied Connor who was looking at him somewhat strangely. Louis handed him the money.

'See yourself out and use the back door,' he told him without any further explanations. Louis left the basement and hurried upstairs to his room. He undressed down to his boxers and got into bed, scooting as close as he could to Harry who was snoring softly curled in upon himself. Louis pressed his chest to Harry's back, his knees tucked into the back of Harry's knees, wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him closer, burying his face in between his shoulder blades. He held him tightly like a small child who held on tightly to his teddy bear because he was afraid of the dark.

'What have you done to me?' he whispered into the darkness as he placed kisses between Harry's shoulder blades and back of his neck. 'I am so in love with you,' Louis whispered. 'So much I think its driving me crazy.' He felt his eyes burn. He closed them tightly shut not wanting to cry but feeling the need to. 'I'm scared Harry. I'm so scared of making another wrong move and losing you. Help me baby. Please.' He hugged Harry tighter to him, not wanting any space between them than there already was. Every inch of Harry's body was pressed back into him and his warmth made Louis feel safe. As safe as he never felt before.

X

The following week which encompassed in it Harry's exams, passed in a relative stress free way. At least for Harry. Louis was pleased to see him far more confident in himself and his abilities. Harry had been much more relaxed and positive that he would eventually pass his exams.

Unfortunately Louis couldn't say the same for himself. He was feeling rather confused about himself. During the past week, when Harry had fallen asleep, he had had two of his other boys over in the basement on two different occasions with the same result he had had with Connor. He simply couldn't function! He felt lost as to why he felt the urgent need to engage in his habit yet when he tried to, he couldn't. He talked to Anthony about it and Anthony came to the conclusion that Harry's trauma had effected him too. It explained why every time he went into the basement he froze. Harry's trauma was played back to him, reminding him of what he had done to Harry therefore unallowing him to execute his habit. Anthony explained to him that what he had done to Harry had shaken him because he had never hurt someone that bad and the fact that it left a negative impact on him was all down due to the fact that he loved Harry. Louis had never been in a position of loving someone before so having hurt the only person that he loved, had shaken him to the core. All his life he had been emotionally unattached to his boys but with Harry it was different. Anthony explained to him that it had hurt him deep what he had done to Harry whether he acknowledged it or not. However, Anthony also warned him that his pent up aggression was lying beneath the surface and could erupt any minute. He had to be very careful to not let it build up too much and take it out on the wrong person, meaning Harry.

Today was Friday, the last day of Harry's exams. He only had one today and Louis had told him to meet him back at the office once he was done and to bring Niall with him as he wanted to talk to him about the gaming idea he had rubbed off on Louis. Angus was to pick them up after the exam was finished and bring them to his office.

At exactly 2 pm sharp, Harry and Niall walked into his office. Harry dropped his bag by the door while Niall gaped, his mouth open as he looked round Louis' office.

'Finally I'm done,' Harry told Louis who got up from behind his desk and walked over to his boyfriend and pecked his lips fondly.

'Thank God for that. Now we can all rest easy,' Louis told him, giving him another kiss on his lips. He turned his attention on Niall who was still gawking, looking out the floor to ceiling windows, gazing down at the city below.

'Niall so glad you could make it. Sit down. What would you like for lunch? I haven't had lunch yet. I waited for you two,' Louis told them. Niall turned from the window and he plopped down next to Harry on one of the leather couches and Louis took the other one opposite them. Niall hadn't stopped gawking, making Louis smile.

'Wow,' Niall said. 'I mean like wow Mr. T. Your building is amazing. You are amazing,' he drawled. Louis chuckled.

'Thank you Niall. So lunch? What do you guys want?' Harry and Niall looked at each other.

'Anything will be fine Lou,' Harry told him casually and Niall couldn't help but smile at the way his friend was so at ease with his powerful boyfriend. Louis radiated power, control, dominance and confidence and Niall admired him. Louis nodded. He got up and walked over to his desk and buzzed Lynn.

'Yes Sir?'

'Hi Lynn can you place an order from the new Thai restaurant down in Covent Garden please? Just tell them to mix up a little of each. And please bring us tea and coffee. Thank you.' Louis resumed his seat opposite Niall and Harry. Niall looked at him with admiration.

'I wanna be you,' he blurted out making Louis laugh out loud.

'If you put your mind on your goals and work hard for them, you will achieve what I have. And I am here to help you. Wanna tell me your ideas about why I should expand my company into creating my own games and gaming system?'

Niall launched himself into a detailed conversation about the subject of gaming and how TGE could benefit if they expanded into the gaming business rather than just create gaming software for other companies to fight over. Louis listened intently, weighing all the points and options Niall was throwing at him, the pros and cons. He was impressed by the boy and his genius mind.

The food arrived and they continued to talk, the conversation drifting occasionally to Harry who knew absolutely nothing about gaming or the technology Louis' company produced. But he could talk about books and music and his love for his T.V shows. They had hardly noticed the time until the office began to grow dark. Louis looked at his watch.

'Its after six already,' he told them. 'The afternoon just flew by.' Niall stood.

'I better get going. I am supposed to meet Emma at 7.' Louis got up too.

'I will call my driver to drive you home. Its raining.' Niall smiled at him.

'Thank you. That's very kind of you.'

'Its the least I can do after all the options and ideas you gave me. I will place this idea to my board and I will get back to you on it. If they approve, I would like to offer you an internship with my company. You will be working with my engineers on the new project.'

'Oh my God Mr. T. Really? Thank you so much for this opportunity,' Niall told him as he shook his hand.

'I will let you know what the board say though its really my decision at the end of the day but you know how it is. Can't step on their toes so I have to run it by them to have them on board with the project.' Again Niall shook his hand though what he really wanted to do was to hug him but he didn't think it was appropriate. He did however hug Harry tightly to him and whispered in his ear:

'If I was gay, I would fight you for him. He's bloody amazing and such a wonderful man.' Harry hugged him back and laughed silently.

'He is and if you were gay and fight me for him, you still wouldn't win cos its me he loves.' Niall laughed loudly as he pulled back from the hug.

'You're an asshole Styles. See you guys,' he told them as he walked out the office waving back at them. Harry sat back down on the couch.

'Thank you,' he told Louis. Louis sat down next to him.

'For what?'

'For giving him this opportunity.'

'He's a talented kid and has ambition. It would be a loss not to give him an opportunity at something he is good at and something I could benefit from. He will thrive here if he works hard. My people can give him a lot of experience in the field of work he wishes to follow and I hope I will be that platform for him.' Harry scooted closer to him.

'You are so kind Lou,' he told him as he wove his long fingers through his. Harry leaned in a little closer till his lips brushed Louis' in a soft gently kiss. Louis hummed into the kiss, feeling his body ignite with desire for Harry.

Control your instincts!

When Harry pulled back, Louis caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.

'I have a surprise for you,' he told him and watched Harry's face light up.

'Really?' he asked like a little child. Louis nodded.

'Well since you have been all stressed out with your exams and working too hard, I took a few days off and tomorrow we are leaving for L.A.' Harry's eyes went wide, a big smile spreading on his face.

'You are taking me to Los Angeles? Oh my God Lou! Really?' Louis laughed.

'Yes really. And Marc called. He wants you to walk for him. His Spring Men's collection is the following weekend. Are you ready to model for Marc Jacobs?' Louis asked him raising an eyebrow at Harry. Harry flung his arms around Louis' neck hugging him tightly almost suffocating him.

'Oh my God yes! This is so exciting. Thank you Lou.' Louis pulled back.

'And that's not all.'

'There's more?' Harry asked him.

'I'm planing on introducing you to the world as my partner slash boyfriend. That is if you still want to.' Harry felt a lump close around his throat.

'Yes I want to. Of course I want to,' he choked out. Louis took his hands.

'Things will change once we are out Harry. You will be papped, interrogated, followed. And if Marc introduces you as his next top model well, you are going to be into a much bigger spotlight. Do you think you can handle the media? It can be cruel Harry. I'm just warning you so if you changed your mind and want to keep us private I totally understand.' Harry cupped Louis' face in both his big hands, bringing his face closer to his.

'I haven't changed my mind and I won't. That's a small price to pay for being with you. I love you Louis. So much.' Harry pressed his lips once again to Louis' only this time he parted his lips for Louis and Louis, surprised that Harry was allowing a little bit more of contact, slipped his tongue ever so cautiously inside Harry's mouth.The intensity of feeling Harry's tongue against his own after so long nearly crushed Louis under the weight of all that he was feeling. His fingers dug in Harry's waist but he made no further movements. He let Harry lead. What Harry allowed, Louis took. Harry pulled back first but kept his forehead against Louis'.

'When do we leave?' Harry asked him.

'Tomorrow morning. Nine am sharp. We have a thirteen hour flight so how about we go home love and have an early night hmm?' Louis suggested. Harry nodded and got up, putting on his jacket and hoisting his backpack on his shoulder. Louis put on his suit jacket, pocketed his phone and turned the lights of the office off. As they walked down the corridor hand in hand, Louis heard the gasps of his employees and watched Harry blush as he looked down at his feet, walking with his head bowed. Louis squeezed Harry's hand to get his attention and when Harry looked at him from beneath his lowered lashes, Louis gave him a wink. He was well aware that his employees were staring and gaping at them. He was well aware that they had never before seen him act this way.

'Well I had to out us to them first. They do work for me so they should kinda know from us directly instead of the media don't you think?' Louis told him as he stopped in front of Lynn's office and tapped on her door with the knuckle of his free hand. He opened the door and peeked in. Lynn startled and began to get up.

'Sir,' she said. 'You need anything?' Louis walked into the office towing Harry in behind him. Lynn's eyes went down to their interlaced fingers and Louis saw them go wide, her mouth slightly part.

'No Lynn. Just wanted to introduce you to Harry, my boyfriend. I wanted to do it personally so you don't just hear it on the media.'

'Oh,' Lynn said too shocked to say anything. Louis chuckled.

'Shocked?' he asked her knowing perfectly well that she was. She smiled and blushed, quickly composing herself.

'A little Sir. I mean, I'm very happy for you, for the both of you. It's a surprise,' she told him but the smile on her face was genuinely happy.

'Thank you Lynn. We'll be heading home now. I should be off work for the upcoming 15 days. I will drop by at the L.A branch and do some work from there. You have my numbers where to reach me yeah. Call if you need anything. At anytime alright.' Lynn nodded.

'Yes Sir. Enjoy your vacation both of you and Sir, I'm really happy for you and for you Mr. Styles.' Harry smiled at her shyly.

'Just Harry,' he told her softly. She gave him a smile and an acknowledging nod.

'Okay we're off then,' Louis told her, giving Harry's hand another squeeze. They left the office building and found Angus waiting for them outside. Louis let Harry get in before him and once he was settled in beside him, Angus drove them home.

X

The next morning it took Louis a few attempts to get Harry to wake up. The little shit picked a fine time to be lazy! Finally after threatening to leave without him if he did not get his ass out of bed, Harry stumbled into the shower half asleep. By the time Harry was out of the shower, Louis was downstairs in the kitchen having a coffee and reading the newspaper, dressed in a pair of black Armani suit pants and a crisp white Prada shirt, his hair quiffed, beard trimmed and smelling of expensive cologne. Harry walked into the kitchen looking much more awake then Louis had left him. Louis gave him a once over and he felt his heart do the Rumba. Harry was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that showed off those long legs of his accentuating his thighs and a Tom Ford white button up, the sleeves rolled up to just beneath his elbows showing off his tattoos. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone as per usual, his swallow and butterfly tattoos peeking out. His hair was down around his shoulders held back by a pair of classic brown George Arthur sunglasses, finishing off his look with his brown suede Saint Laurent boots. Louis looked him up and down, from the crown of his curly head down to the tip of his boots, devouring him hungrily. Slowly undressing him with his lustful eyes.

'Someone is getting in the model role,' Louis commented, his eyes still taking Harry in. Harry sat down on a stool next to him. Louis closed his eyes as a waft of Harry's cologne hit his senses. Dolce and Gabbana. It was driving Louis insane with need for him.

Calm down lover boy. Control those cravings and calm your hormones. He is nowhere near ready so back down!

Harry's lips curled into a small smile as he threw Louis a look. 'Look who's talking. You look like a model yourself or have you not looked in the mirror?' Harry asked him. Louis chuckled.

'You flatter me. I have been called many things before but never a model.' Judy placed a mug of tea in front of Harry. Harry politely thanked her and took a sip of his hot drink.

'Well then the people you have met before do not know the concept of beauty,' Harry told him as he took another sip of tea. For the first time in his life, Louis felt himself blush. His cheeks felt warm and the compliment from Harry made him feel good inside. He had received compliments before like what a good businessman he was and from exes who complimented him on being hot and giving good sex but never because he was beautiful. He cleared his throat because he didn't know how to react to this compliment and he was feeling awkward.

'As soon as you're done with breakfast, we can leave. Suitcases are already in the car,' he informed Harry. Harry nodded as he continued to eat the pancakes Judy had placed before him. Louis smiled at himself feeling pleasantly warm inside and buried his face back in the newspaper before someone saw him blushing like a schoolgirl.

When Harry was done, they got into the car for the 25 minute ride to Heathrow Airport given that traffic was light but in London you can never tell. Rush hour is a killer and at 7:45 am they were smack right down in the middle of rush hour. Once Angus began to drive, Louis pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, stopping on the one he was looking for and tapping dial. He put the phone to his ear and gave Harry a smile, who looked at him curiously. After a while, the person that Louis was calling answered their phone.

'Hello Ray,' Louis said into the phone. 'Sorry to call you so early but I am enroute to L.A right now and I needed to discuss something with you before I am airborne.' Louis paused for a beat to listen to Ray then he continued:

'Ray as my PR I want you to set up a pap walk on my landing in L.A. I want to be papped with my boyfriend....' Louis stopped suddenly obviously hearing Ray on the phone say something, then he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides just the way Harry found so adorable.

'Yes Ray you heard right. My boyfriend. I am officially taken. I want us to be papped together. I want Harry and our relationship to be out there, to become official and who better to do that than the paps? And when they call your office for confirmation, which they obviously will, give them Harry's details. Let them present him to the world. I want him known Ray.'

Louis paused again and looked at Harry who was looking back at him with wide green eyes, his mouth slightly open as if in awe. Louis gave him a small smile and squeezed his knee for reassurance. Louis was listening to what Ray was saying, occasionally nodding and humming along.

'His name is Harry. Harry Styles. He's a first year University student at the University of London but Ray don't give out the details of which University Harry attends to just yet. I don't want them to hound him and disrupt his studies. You know how they are just like sharks once they smell blood in the water. He is from Holmes Chapel in Cheshire. Twenty years old.' Louis paused again listening, his brows furrowing.

'How we met?' Louis asked, shooting Harry a look. 'Can't we just skip that Ray? Well yes I know that they will ask. Of course they will want every little detail about my relationship now but I can't exactly tell them that I met Harry at Garlands while he attempted to give me a blow job now can I?' He heard Harry beside him gasp and Louis winked at him, squeezing his knee tighter.

'Look Ray just tell them that I met him when he came to apply for an internship at my office. I really don't want that part of his life public. It is none of their concern and besides he no longer works there so its water under the bridge. No need to dredge it up. Harry doesn't need this kind of negative publicity and frankly I don't either. So we'll go with that yeah.' Louis listened, all the while keeping his eyes on Harry and his hand on his knee, trying to gauge his reaction to the discussion.

'Alright Ray thank you. One more thing, have some security over there too. You never know with them and Harry is all new to this so its better to be safe than face a lawsuit! I'll leave the rest to you like always.' Louis hung up and turned to Harry. 'Are you alright?' Harry looked down.

'Are we really doing this?' he asked him softly. Louis took his hand in his.

'Yes we are. You still want to? If you don't its okay I can call Ray back....'

'No no. I still want to yes,' Harry told him giving him a smile. 'It's just new to me. I have never been noticed or popular and I'm nervous. What...um what do I do when we get there?' Louis wanted to hug him so bad right then. Harry didn't even know his value. He had no idea what a precious treasure he was and how the world should know him and see him.

'You don't have to do anything love. Just hold my hand and walk beside me. They will yell stuff at you and flash their cameras in your face. Put your glasses on, just give them one of your beautiful smiles and walk on towards the car that will be waiting for us okay. You don't have to do or say anything. This is just a pap walk. Just introducing you to the world as my partner.' Harry nodded and exhaled.

'Okay. Guess I can do that. Just...just don't let me go.'

'Your hand will be safely in mine all the time. You don't have to worry or be nervous. I got you.' Harry gave him a smile and held his hand tight.

Angus parked the car in front of the VIP lounge at Heathrow airport. He got out and got their bags just as Louis and Harry climbed out of the car, holding hands. Angus smiled at himself. He was happy that his boss had found such a beautiful soul to be with and that he had found someone who over looked the damage in him. He handed them their luggage, wished them a safe flight and happy holidays, got back into the car and drove away. Harry knew how this worked now after having been to Paris with Louis in his private jet. This flight however was longer, giving Harry more time to think about what would be waiting for them once they landed in Los Angeles. Regardless of how much Louis reassured him, Harry was nervous. He had a million butterflies attacking his stomach. He had seen celebrities hounded by the press, the way the paps shoved their cameras in their faces, the way they hung out at every corner waiting to snap pictures and how the media reported their articles in their tabloids, sometimes making up rumors which people believed simply because they were reading it in the newspaper.

Harry knew that this was a big step both for himself and for Louis. Louis was so well known, his lifestyle and work and philanthropy had him in the media many times. Louis had been on the cover of business magazine and interviewed by entertainment magazines, tabloids had speculated about his personal life but Harry knew that he himself was a nobody yet Louis was about to give them a big piece of his personal life. He was going to open his private doors for them and lead them into his personal life to let them see HIM! And meet HIM! And know HIM! Harry knew that his life was about to change in many ways than one. From today on wards, he will be known as Louis Tomlinson's boyfriend. They will look at him and will want to know everything about him and Louis and how he had managed to snag up the elusive Mr. Tomlinson. Harry knew he was about to lose a part of his identity because from today on wards his name will be over shadowed by Louis' name but that was a small price to pay for being with his love.

Harry sighed as he made his way up the small flight of steps leading up into Louis' private jet. Louis noticed his pensive face and once they were seated on the couch in the jet alone, Louis looked at him a little bit worried.

'Harry what's the matter? You have been awfully quiet.'

Harry looked at Louis' beautiful face, contouring his face with his eyes and wondered if he was ready for all of this, if he was ready to be in the spotlight. He knew that once they were confirmed as a couple, Harry would be required to accompany Louis to functions, dinners and exclusive parties. He would be required to be the perfect, supportive, loving boyfriend. Harry looked down away from Louis' burning blue eyes.

'Guess I'm a bit scared,' he admitted honestly. Louis shifted closer to him.

'What are you scared of love? Talk to me.' Harry bit down on his lower lip, hesitating. The jet's engines roared to life. Harry lifted his head and looked at Louis with clouded worried eyes.

'What if I embarrass you? The media will know me after today and will watch me. What if I mess up? What if I do something that will get you negative press? What if....what if I'm not good at it Lou?' Harry's voice was desperate.

'Harry you can never embarrass me. What even makes you think that?' Louis asked him hating how Harry thought so little of himself.

'I'm very awkward Lou. I mess up a lot of times.'

'Then be awkward. Be yourself Harry. You don't have to be someone you are not just because of the media. And if you mess up? So the fuck what? You are only human. We all are. But if it makes you feel better, I have people in my employment who can coach you on how to deal with the media and paps. Things to say or not say to them, situations to avoid. If you want, they can help you until you get the hang of it. If anything goes bad, I have people working for me who can make bad situations go away so don't worry too much about it. I will take care of you. And if anyone harasses you I can always sue their ass for harassment.' Louis chuckled and gave Harry a wink. Harry smiled at him, still feeling unsure but he trusted Louis and he had a thirteen hour flight to prepare himself. The plane began moving making its way to the runway for take off. Louis placed a small kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth.

'Seat belt,' he ordered and Harry was quick to fasten his belt. They held hands as the plane took off, Louis rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of Harry's hand to calm him. Louis didn't want him to be worried about anything, least of all the media. Louis knew only too well that they would eat Harry up alive. He was new, fresh and dating him, making Harry a target for paps and tabloid hungry mongrels who delighted in printing anything as long as it got them reads and ratings.

Louis was highly aware that some of them had no scruples. They printed lies and rumors, placing the individual under a magnifying glass to be scrutinized and sifted through by the general public. Lies and rumors became topics of discussion and sometimes believed, lapped up by the naïve. Which was why Louis understood Harry's worries. They both knew that Harry would be put under the magnifying glass to be scrutinized by the public as the media ripped him open for all to see like the hungry wolves they were. Anything to sell a story!

Once they were airborne, he watched Harry relax. The flight attendant brought them tea, coffee and caramel muffins. It was a long flight and they had thirteen hours to look forward to for some alone time, with no phones or people interrupting their time. As if reading his mind, Harry asked him:

'So what do we do for the next thirteen hours?'

Louis hummed inside his head because the way Harry was looking and smelling right now, there was only one thing Louis wanted to do for the next thirteen hours. Strange as it was, Louis was a virgin when it came to the Mile High Club. He had never fucked anyone while airborne and it was something he had always wanted and dreamed about. He had never had any of his boys or exes on his private jet. It was only Harry. But now that he had Harry on board, for the time being Harry was out of bounds fuckwise.

'There are movies in that box next to the telly and I know how much you love your movies and shit,' Louis told him and Harry grinned.

'Lovely,' he said as he grabbed the remote control, turned the T.V on and started to scroll through the movies downloaded into the tiny box attached to the T.V. 'Oh look,' he suddenly exclaimed. 'The Lord of The Rings Trilogy.' Louis gave him an amused look.

'Why do I feel like you are taking me on yet another journey?' Harry smirked at him.

'This is one journey you don't want to miss trust me.' Louis laughed at his enthusiasm, the way he got over excited from his T.V shows, movies and books.

'I trust you. I trust you. I quite enjoyed Hogwarts to be honest. Where are we going this time?'

'Middle Earth,' Harry told him.

'Oh fuck that sounds bad.' Louis said. Harry was quite enjoying himself getting Louis to watch movies.

'Get ready to journey with the Hobbits.'

'The who?' Louis asked. Harry's innocent excitement was addictive. It even made him forget about wanting to fuck his brains out on his jet! Harry laughed and Louis reveled in it.

'Get comfy,' Harry suggested as he took off his boots and put them neatly side by side. Louis eyed his socks with mirth.

'Really? Thor socks?' he asked trying to hold in his laughter. Harry grinned like a little kid. He was so fucking cute that Louis wanted to reach out and pinch his cheeks.

'You should see my Thor boxers with the lightening bolts!' Harry told him. And Louis really really wanted to see him in those boxers.

'Lightening bolts?' Louis asked quirking an eyebrow.

'God of Thunder?' Harry asked back as if Louis was dumb which in this case he technically was. 'Seriously, don't you know anything?' Louis just had to laugh at the wounded expression on Harry's face.

'Guess not but then again that's why I have you. You're like a whole encyclopedia about movies, T.V series and books. You keep my brain well oiled.'

Unlike your dick! Which he hasn't been keeping oiled at all!

Louis groaned internally as Harry cuddled closer to him, placing his head on his chest. Louis wrapped his arm around him, holding him as close as possible. Harry clicked the remote to play the first movie.

Some twenty minutes into the movie, Louis huffed making Harry raise his head and look up at him.

'Not liking the movie?' Harry asked him.

'No its not that. It's just I don't get why the old guy from Hogwarts is here in this movie. I mean, it has nothing to do with Harry fucking Potter does it?' Harry stared at Louis for a second, thinking he was taking the piss out of him but when he remained serious, with his brows furrowed, Harry burst out laughing.

'There is no one from Hogwarts in this move Lou!' Harry told him still laughing.

'Yes there is,' Louis insisted. 'Look that old guy with the long beard and wizard hat. He was in fucking Hogwarts Harry don't tell me he wasn't! I remember a face!' Harry laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

'Oh my God Louis that's not Dumbledor. That's Gandalf and the other one is Saruman,' Harry explained as he continued to laugh. Louis rolled his eyes dramatically.

'Harry they're all the fucking same what are you on about? Old men with fucking long beards and never ending hair who can do magic! And stop fucking laughing at me!' But Harry continued to choke on his laughter, enthralled by the cute puzzled look on Louis' face. He leaned closer, still giggling and kissed Louis softly.

'You are totally adorable,' Harry told him as he wiped his eyes. Louis' heart was doing the cha cha slide. Harry thought he was adorable! All of a sudden his cheeks felt very warm again. He opened his mouth to pass some witty comment but nothing came out.

You're so fucking whipped and so smitten by this boy!

'Look who's blushing,' Harry teased him.

'I'm not! Shut the fuck up Harry,' Louis snapped at him playfully.

'You so are,' Harry told him fondly and fuck Louis' face felt even hotter. Louis looked down, not believing he was feeling shy!

'It's just that I have never been complimented like that before,' he admitted. Harry kissed him again, softly, just lips moving on lips.

'Well you should you know and I will remember to do that more often,' he said against his lips. Louis cleared his throat.

'Can we get back to the fucking movie please you Elf?'

'Sure thing Dwarf,' Harry replied settling himself back on Louis.

'You did not just call me a dwarf,' Louis told him feigning offence.

'I did too,' Harry challenged. Louis grabbed his face between his two hands and peppered his face with wet kisses.

'You are a little shit you know that?' Louis told him as he continued to attack his face with kisses and Harry laughed and his laughter was music to Louis' ears. He had managed to distract him from his worries because all he wanted for Harry was for him to be happy and he was going to do everything in his power to make this boy happy because he deserved it and he had put him through a lot. He had a lot to amend for and he was going to make sure that Harry lived happily ever after. Even if it meant turning himself into a love sick sappy romantic idiot. For his boy, he would. For his boy, he would do anything!

COMING SOON.....WHAT HAPPENS IN LOS ANGELES....WELL DOESN'T STAY IN LOS ANGELES!!!!

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Anything For You.

Louis had not been expecting such a big turn out of paparazzi. As soon as he and Harry approached the automatic glass doors leading out from the VIP lounge to their waiting car, Louis saw them. A whole throng of them waiting like a pack of hungry wolves ready to attack. He gripped Harry's hand tightly and gave him a what he hoped was a reassuring smile, not wanting to alarm him.

'Ready?' he asked him and Harry nodded, a smile on his face which Louis could see was tense and a little frightened. 'Do not let go of my hand. No matter what. They won't touch you Harry. There's security and if they do, I swear to God I'll sue them so hard they won't know what hit them.' Harry nodded again and took in a deep breath.

'Let's just go,' he told Louis in a soft voice. Louis laced his fingers through Harry's and they walked towards the door. As soon as the doors slid open, flashes began popping and a mob surrounded them both. Security kept them at arms length but the paps pushed and crowded around them. Harry took in a sharp intake of breath when he felt them pressing in on them and he huddled closer to Louis.

'Louis who's your new boy toy?' one shouted.

'Louis where did you find him?' another yelled.

'What's his name?' someone called.

'Is he another fling or is it serious?'

Louis held Harry's hand so tightly he was sure he was fracturing Harry's finger bones. Security helped them get to the car with difficulty because the paps all pressed around them tightly. Harry could hardly see with all the flashes going off in his face. He could feel them pressing up against him and a few times he stumbled because they pushed too hard, but Louis held him and made way for him to get into the car first, then Louis got in beside him. The cameras still flashed against the tinted glass of the cars and their shouts could still be heard along with hammering of their hands on the roof of the car and windows. The driver started up the car and tried to pull away from the curb but a few of them got in front of the car stopping their progress. Thankfully, security moved them out of the way and the driver pulled out on to the road. Once they were moving, Louis wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder.

'Are you alright?' he asked him looking him up and down as if checking for injuries.

'I'm okay,' Harry rasped. 'I'm just overwhelmed.' Louis kissed his head.

'I know baby. But you did so well. You braved them like a pro,' Louis praised him and Harry relaxed in his arms. Louis continued to hold him not wanting to let go of him. 'They didn't hurt you did they?'

'No Lou they didn't,' Harry told him snuggling in deeper into him. 'I told you I'm fine okay. Stop worrying.' Louis kissed his head again.

'I just want you to be okay.'

'I am okay. I am in L.A with you. What's there not to be okay about?' Louis laughed and cuddled him, taking the opportunity that Harry was actually letting him cuddle him this much. The driver drove into downtown L.A. towards the Metropolis. Harry looked at the scenery as it flashed by. He couldn't see much since it was nearly 2 am. All he could see where lights and beautiful sky scrapers and restaurants and people. He was so excited to be here and couldn't wait for Louis to take him sight seeing.

The driver finally stopped in front of a beautiful building. When Harry got out of the car and craned his neck up to look at the building, he still couldn't see the top of it. It was all glass and lit up like a Christmas tree. Louis took his hand and led them inside as the driver took care of their luggage. The inside of the building was quiet. A large foyer made up of white marble, white couches, white rugs, no walls just glass, a white desk to the side with a security guard behind it, some plants. It was plain and simple but very luxurious and sophisticated. Louis greeted the security and the security greeted him back. Louis tugged Harry towards the bank of elevators. He pressed the button and they got in. Harry noticed that there were 73 floors and he watched as Louis took out a key, inserted it into a hidden lock behind a small panel and when it opened, pressed the button to the penthouse. Of course it would be the penthouse! Nothing less than the penthouse for Louis Tomlinson! The ride up was a bit of a long one but finally the bell dinged and the elevator opened up straight into Louis penthouse.

Harry couldn't help but gasp as he stepped inside Louis bachelor pad. He walked into an open plan large living room with white leather couches similar to the ones in the foyer. There were no walls, just glass floor to ceiling windows that looked down on to the city of Los Angels below. When Harry looked down, resting his forehead against the glass, it made him dizzy. Off to the side there was a dining room with a long glass table that seated twelve with white high backed chairs and a big kitchen to the side, all in white and chrome, with an island in the middle and bar stools. Harry walked down a corridor and found two master bedrooms all in shades of white and cream, large beds with cushions and pillows and rugs on the floor, all looking down on the city below, closets the size of rooms. They had bathrooms with tubs that resembled jaccuzis and large walk in showers. Harry walked back into the living/kitchen area and Louis showed him to a door off the kitchen. He opened it for him and they were outside next to a fucking pool looking down on to the city with a barbeque area and sunbeds and trees draped in fairly lights wrapped around them.

'Holy fuck!' Harry finally breathed out and it made Louis laugh because Harry hardly ever swore. 'This is a beautiful home,' Harry told him. Louis came up from behind him as Harry stood by the pool and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling his face into his neck.

'Its not a home Harry. Its just a house but with you here I am hoping it will turn into a home,' he whispered in his ear. Harry snuggled deeper into Louis, melting into the feeling of being wanted by the man he loved. He turned slowly in Louis' arms until he was face to face with him. The night was magical. Although the air was hot and humid, there was a cool breeze. Up here it was quiet, away from the noisy city below. The pool was lighted up in soft lights, reflecting its turquoise surface shimmering in the lights. The fairy lights around the trees made everything look soft and warm.

'You want this to be my home too?' Harry asked him. Louis studied his beautiful face, his eyes tracing his cheekbones and jaw, finally resting on his innocent green eyes.

'You are my home Harry,' Louis told him softly, trying to make him understand how much he meant to him, how deep his feelings for him ran. Just because he couldn't say those three words to him, didn't mean he didn't feel them! 'All this, the buildings, the furniture, as expensive as they are, they hardly matter to me anymore. They are just material things. My houses have always been empty even though at times they were full of people who didn't matter to me. But you, you Harry, you turned my houses into homes. You gave them souls. You made them places I look forward to going back to after a long day at work or a business trip. You make me long for home Harry, something I never did or had before.'

Harry opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't. Louis' words touched him deep down inside. He never had a home either since his father had kicked him out. He had shared apartments but never a home. He felt emotional by Louis' confession. He wrapped his arms around Louis' neck and pulled him closer. They kissed softly, languidly until Harry parted his lips and breathed into Louis' mouth, inviting him in and Louis accepted the invitation, sliding his tongue into Harry's warm mouth carefully. Louis licked into his mouth and gently sucked on Harry's tongue, the feeling sending a tightening sensation in his lower abdomen. A moan escaped Harry's mouth which reverbrated down into Louis' chest right where his heart resided and Louis felt that pull and tug deep in his abdomen, the sweet feeling of arousal mixed with deep love for his boy. He could feel heat course through him, Harry's body against his own was like a naked flame burning him.

His fingers dug into Harry's waist just above his jeans, pressing deeply into his flesh. God, Louis wanted him. He ached of want, not just to be inside him but for that closeness, that connection, the feelings Harry gave him when he made love to him. His fingers dug deeper and Harry gasped into Louis' mouth, his hands making their way into Louis' hair pulling his head closer. Louis felt his dick starting to harden, pressing achingly against his boxers. He broke the kiss and pulled away from Harry as if he was electrocuted. He was panting and willing his body to not react, hoping that Harry would not notice the slight bulge in his trousers but which he was sure that Harry had felt pressing against him when Louis held him close. It was a struggle Louis was finding very hard to maintain under wraps.

He cleared his throat and tried not to look at Harry with those plump red lips of his and those sinful innocent eyes looking back at him as if they were reaching deep down into his core and setting him on fire.

'Are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat?' Louis asked him wanting to break this cursed moment of intimacy.

'No,' Harry told him, his voice raspy and deep. 'I just want a shower and go to sleep. Feels like I've been up for days.' Louis smiled at him.

'That's called jet leg.' Louis walked back inside with Harry following close behind. Their suitcases where by the elevator and they took them into the bedroom which Louis used whenever he stayed here. It was the biggest of the two bedrooms. The room had 3 walls that were all glass overlooking the city. The bed was against the only solid wall in the room so that while you lay in bed it felt as if you were just suspended in air, surrounded by sky and twinkling lights from the city below. Two doors flanked the bed, one led into the bathroom, the other into Louis' closet. Harry walked into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind him. After a few minutes Louis heard the shower.

He sat heavily on the edge of the bed looking out at the view which never really impressed him much before but today with Harry here, it somehow felt romantic. His love for Harry was swallowing him whole. He could feel himself falling and he was losing control. He couldn't help it, or stop it or slow it down. It was like a strong current dragging him and pulling him under and he was letting himself be dragged and drowned. He never knew he was able to feel anything, let alone feel something of this magnitude. He never knew he was capable of loving someone so much that it made his bones feel like rubber and his heart beat like a drum, beating to a silent tune that only Harry offered. Louis knew he had fallen in love with Harry, he was certain of it but he didn't know how to tell him. It was easier to show him by doing things for him and making him as happy as possible but he knew that Harry would want his words more than material things and Louis knew that he wanted to give them to him. He just didn't know how!

The door to the bathroom opened and Harry walked out in just a towel wrapped low around his waist, his body still wet from the shower, droplets of water glistening on his pale skin like diamonds. Louis couldn't take his eyes off of him and he could fucking swear that Harry was doing this to him on purpose, to torment him and punish him, knowing that Louis wanted him yet taunting him with what he couldn't touch or have.

Harry walked over to the suitcase, opened it, took out a pair of boxers then went back into the bathroom. When he closed the door, he rested his back against it and looked up at the ceiling. What was wrong with him? There was no way in hell Louis was ever going to touch him again. He knew that he had ruined everything by being afraid of him because really, there was no need to be afraid of Louis and he really wanted to give him what he needed but he couldn't. Not yet! Not after what had happened. He didn't know if he could go through with it and he had told Anthony about it and Anthony had told him to take all the time he needed. The thing was that his body craved Louis and he wanted to make things right between them but.....

You are scared. You are terrified of his hands touching you intimately. You are simply scared of his hands on you.

Harry closed his eyes tightly shut, willing his brain to shut up. He tried to calm his breathing, to compose himself before he walked back out into the bedroom.

'I am not scared of him,' he told himself with determination as he looked into the mirror over the basin. 'There is nothing to be scared of. He didn't do anything. He is kind and gentle. I need to stop being an idiot. Louis is not an angry person. He will not hurt me.'

How many timers are you going to repeat this mantra to yourself every single day?

'Until I manage to give myself over to him again,' Harry told his reflection with acute determination.

Five minutes later, Harry walked out into the bedroom in just his black Calvin Klein boxers hugging his hips tightly, accentuating his ass and crotch. Louis groaned internally and looked away. It was torture seeing him like this. He knew it was selfish of him to look at him and want to be buried deep inside of him but he desired him so badly, mostly the connection that making love to Harry had created between them, an unspoken connection that said so much and bound them together so deeply. Louis missed that the most but it was he who had severed that connection in the first place.

Harry sat next to Louis on the bed and looked out at the breathtaking view. 'It's so beautiful,' Harry mused, more to himself that to Louis.

'It is isn't it? I never fully appreciated it until you came along and romanticized it. Whenever I come here the first thing I'd do is close the blinds.'

'Why would you do that?' Harry asked him. 'Looking out on to this view from up here its like being on top of the world, a tower in the sky looking down on the world below.' Louis smiled fondly and ran his hand down Harry's long curls, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

'My beautiful romantic poetic boy.'

Louis left Harry sitting there enjoying the view and went for a shower. When he came back out, Harry was still sitting there just gazing out at the view but his gaze was distant and vacant, as if his mind was thinking. Louis approached him slowly not wanting to startle him.

'Hey,' he told him softly as he handed him his tablets and a glass of water. Harry seemed to return to the present and looked up at Louis, taking the water and tablets which he swallowed. Louis stroked his hair. He could never get enough of touching his hair. 'Let's get to bed yeah. We have to meet Marc at one in the afternoon tomorrow and its already three thirty in the morning.'

Harry obediently got up and got into bed, loving the feel of the black silk sheets against his skin. Louis went to close the blinds.

'Leave them,' Harry told him. Louis gave him a dubious look.

'You will regret it in the morning,' Louis warned him but Harry gave him a small smile.

'I won't,' he promised him.

'Okay then. As you wish,' Louis acquiesced as he climbed into bed. Immediately Harry slid across the bed into Louis' arms, placing his head on his chest, his fingers tracing circles on Louis' skin. Harry moved even closer to Louis if that was even possible, throwing his long leg over Louis' thighs as he cuddled into him. He was so torn between wanting to let Louis know that it was okay to touch him and being afraid that he wasn't ready to be touched yet. Still, his body played a lot of tricks on him and it was a battle between his body and mind: his body wanting and needing Louis and his mind still not ready to accept it.

'Good night,' Harry whispered. Louis kissed his forehead.

'Good night love.'

x

The next morning Harry woke up to warmth on his skin and something tickling his spine. He was sleeping face down, his face mushed into the pillow. He felt warmth on his back, his butt and the back of his thighs and yet again that tickling sensation which made him squirm. He cracked open his eyes to sun light filling the room. He quickly closed them tightly shut again until the tickling feeling made him squirm again and open his eyes. He turned his head a little and found Louis placing soft kisses up and down his spine, his beard tickling his skin.

'Tickles,' Harry groaned, his voice deep and rough from sleep. Louis chuckled against his skin and ran his chin up and down Harry's spine knowing the beard would tickle him.

'You'll give me beard burn,' Harry complained with a sweet smile on his face.

'Never!' Louis said in mocking shock horror. He placed a kiss at the bottom of Harry's spine just above the waist band of his boxers, his lips lingering there. Harry closed his eyes again relishing in the feelings Louis was giving him.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

He raped you and beat you.

It was just angry sex.

It was rape!

Harry rolled over and turned onto his back, instantly throwing his arm over his eyes shielding them from the glare of the morning sun and he groaned again.

'You should've let me close the blinds last night,' Louis told him with a smirk on his face. 'I did warn you.' Harry stretched his long limbs, loving the warmth of the sun on his body like a cat. Even though the A.C was on the glare of the mid-morning sun on the glass still emanated warmth and Harry basked in it. Louis watched him stretch and yawn with a deep longing.

'I got you breakfast,' he told him, distracting himself from Harry and his body. 'I'm not Judy but I did my best.' Louis got a tray off the dressing table with eggs on toast, a bowl of strawberries, orange juice and tea. Harry sat up, his back to the headboard and eyed the breakfast tray with a dubious smirk.

'You made all this?' he asked him a little skeptically because Louis had told him that he could venture into the kitchen for fear of burning it down to the ground.

'I did,' Louis told him a little proudly because he had never cooked anything in his life let alone make breakfast in bed for someone, so he was actually quite pleased with himself that he hadn't burned the whole block down. Louis placed the tray on Harry's lap and was rewarded with Harry's sunshine dimpled smile which, in Louis' eyes shone brighter than the sun outside which, made it worth the few times he burnt his fingers while making eggs and cursing himself to hell and back.

'Thank you Lou,' Harry told him as he tucked into his food, humming in appreciation. Louis felt as if he could make him breakfast for the rest of his life if only just to see him happy by his simple gesture, not to mention he felt contended that Harry actually liked his cooking. Louis looked at him closely, thinking about how to break the news to him that they were all over Twitter.

'Um before you go on Twitter and freak out, you are all over it!' Louis blurted out not seeing the point in beating around the bush. Harry lifted his eyes and met Louis' blue guarded eyes who were anticipating a Grade A hissy fit.

'I am?' Harry asked, his voice holding a hint of dread. Louis nodded.

'Yeah. With me. The pictures they took yesterday.'

'Oh,' Harry said as he took a sip of orange juice and furrowed his brows as if deep in thought analyzing what Louis had just told him. Louis looked at him curiously, waiting, still anticipating a hissy fit.

'We are trending,' Louis continued.

'We are?' Harry asked taking a bite of toast and chewing slowly. Louis was getting nervous by his calmness. He had really been expecting a major hissy fit and panic attacks. 'What are they saying?' Harry asked calmly. Louis shrugged.

'Mostly about who you are, where you came from, how did I meet you, how have you managed to become my boyfriend. You know the usual curious shit.' Louis told him trying to sound nonchalant. Harry nodded.

'Nothing bad?'

'Nothing bad baby. What were you expecting? There is nothing bad to say about you.' It was Harry's turn to shrug.

'If they can't find anything nice to say they dig up shit. I watch a lot of entertainment T.V. Lou,' Harry pointed out. Louis squeezed his knee.

'Well they didn't say anything bad. You can check it all out later. And by the way, you looked pretty gorgeous in the pictures,' Louis told him giving him a wink. Harry smiled at him shyly.

'Thank you,' he told him as a pink blush spread across his cheeks and Louis just loved how humble he was and that he could still make him blush.

'Right,' Louis told him as he walked towards the closet, 'as soon as you are done, you need to get dressed so we can go and meet Marc. He's a right asshole about tardiness and I'm pretty sure he will crawl up my ass if I take you to him late.' Harry nodded as he continued to eat, occasionally taking a sip of his tea. 'We need to make room in this closet for your stuff baby,' Louis told him from inside the big room that served as his closet. 'I'll get one of the maids to sort it out and put your stuff in here. Its big enough for the both of us.' Harry hummed in agreement because his mouth was full and he couldn't actually reply.

An hour later, they were holding hands in the elevator as Louis pressed the down button for the garage. Once the elevator opened, Harry could see that it was a private garage, Louis' private garage and his mouth dropped open at the cars parked there. There was a black Jaguar, a black Cadillac Escalade, a white Maserati convertible, a compact two seater silver Mercedes, a red 599 GTO Ferrari, a blue convertible Lamborghini Huracan and a classic 1969 Shelby Ford Mustang. Harry glared with his mouth open almost drooling at the shiny cars before him. Louis looked at him and laughed.

'You can pick one for yourself later but if we don't move we're going to be late and I don't want Marc up my ass,' Louis told him as he plucked a key from a rack beside the garage door. He pressed the automatic beeper on the key chain and the Maserati lit up.

'We're going in THAT?' Harry asked shocked. Louis shrugged.

'Unless you prefer another one?' Harry shook his head furiously, his curls fly in every direction.

'No. No I mean its a Maserati convertible,' he exclaimed and Louis laughed as he got in. Harry got in the passenger side, admiring the formidable car. 'Its beautiful,' he said. Louis started the ignition.

'Just a car baby. Seat belt.' Harry's eyes widened at him.

'Just a car?' he asked. 'The cars you have here are like a scene from Fast and fucking Furious.' Louis laughed loudly as he pulled out of the garage into the bright L.A sun. They both put on their sunglasses.

'Which one would you like?' Louis asked him. 'I'm not going to be your fucking chauffeur.'

'You're really going to give me one?' Harry asked him dumbfounded. Louis kept his eyes on the road.

'Yes baby or if you don't like any of those I'll buy you one that you like,' Louis said as if he was offering to buy him an outfit from Primark.

'Louis!' Harry exclaimed. 'They cost like thousands. You can't just give me a car!' Louis stopped at a red light and looked at Harry.

'Hissy fit?' he asked him calmly.

'I mean....those cars they are expensive.......'

'Okay okay just borrow one alright. Is borrowing okay for you?' Harry smiled happily.