Louis is playing the lifeguard here, or maybe he’s just trying to bug Harry - either way, it’s pretty damn cute.
Louis is playing the lifeguard here, or maybe he’s just trying to bug Harry - either way, it’s pretty damn cute.
Hello, I’m a new writer to this blog, my name is Chloe, and absolutely adore the Hunger Games and Larry Stylinson, so here’s a little twist on that amazing book and romance. Here’s Larry Stylinson in the Hunger Games. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you guys. Thank you.
The name booms loudly in my ears, my fried and rattled brain not able to truly comprehend the meaning. My blonde sister files out from the crowd of girls and it all becomes so real. My brain goes in red alert, a ringing chiming nosily in my head - Gemma had been reaped.
I want to reach out for her but I’m bound between two boys at my side and rows of children in front of me. There’s an eerie silence of distress before I hear a sob - my mothers - which snaps me back to were I belong, this abhorrent state of reality.
"Gemma!" I hoarsely shout as my foot whips forward, stumbling slightly over the dirty boots. "Gemma!" I see her turn, but with peacekeepers by her sides she cannot object to walking forward towards the stage and the dolt looking Effie Trinket. I push past taller boys until staggering towards the dirt path that leads to the stage.
My green eyes dart towards Gemma who tensely glances at me from the peacekeepers hold. “I volunteer!” I scream in utter anguish and desperate need to save my sister in who I loved so much. “I volunteer as tribute! Take me, not her!”
Effie Trinket looks from the peacekeepers to my rather wretched looking self. “I believe we have a volunteer.” She sighs. “But, she was selected for the female group, so we cannot take male volunteers.”
I let out something between a whimper and a cry. Gemma looks back at me again as the peacekeepers carry her towards the stage. The closer she got to that awful place the more pain gushed through my body. “Make an exception! You’ll still get two tributes! Let her go! Please!” I shriek, jogging towards the stage and Gemma. More peacekeepers rush towards me, holding me back from reaching my sister. “No, please!” I yell. “Please!”
Effie Trinket looks to the mayor, who sat in a chair on the stage. They exchange quiet conversation for a few moments before the walking ball of pink rushes back towards the microphone. “We will consent to the proposal of two male tributes. This young man will take the place of a female tribute.”
The peacekeepers that once held me back grabbed me forward as the ones in grasp of my sister took her back. When I’m close enough I can see the tears streaming down her face and I can faintly hear my mother bawling. “It’s going to be okay,” I mouth to Gemma as I’m swept onto the stage.
"What’s your name, dear?" Effie asks, holding the microphone out to my quivering lips.
It takes me a few moments before choking out. “Harry Styles.”
"I’ll bet my hat that was your sister," Effie grins and all I can do it nod. I scan the crowd for Gemma, who was now safe in my mothers arms, both of them sobbing immensely.
"We haven’t had volunteers for so long," Effie gushes. "Wasn’t that exciting?" The crowd doesn’t respond, instead they hold three fingers to their lips before raising them in the air, the sign of peace and luck, a good-bye symbol. Tears stream down my face as I watch the familiar faces sign me goodbye, people from the Hob who I’ve come to love, even kids I’d seen at school, everyone, united, one last time. Effie’s voice breaks the moment and it shatters before me.
"Now for the boys." She says happily. The Hunger Games is never taken seriously with the Capitol assistants. It isn’t a worry, your children and friends getting chosen, it was simply a game. An unfair, horrid game that was apparently fun to watch on the telly. Effie saunters over towards the big glass bowl and pulls out a slip, unraveling it. “Louis Tomlinson.” She says. There is a long silence before a small boy slips from the crowd, his face frozen, his lips in a straight line. He looks slightly familiar. I have seen those blue eyes somewhere, maybe in the eyes of the baker and around the school. The sprinkle of flower on his t shirt leads me to believe that this is in fact the bakers son. I know the baker somewhat, he’d give me bread, I’d give him squirrels. It was a civil agreement and now I was joining his only son in a not so civil agreement - a ghastly fight to the death. Looking out, it saddens me to think that only one of us has a chance of coming back, but there are also the other tributes from further districts and it sends rushing pangs through my chest that I might not come back at all.
Soon Louis is next to me, tense and unmoving, silent tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Here you have it everyone,” Effie Trinket proclaims. “The tributes of District Twelve! Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.”
"Harry, you didn’t have to do that!" Gemma screams into my chest, at our goodbye meeting, clutching me tightly as sobs rack her body of energy.
"Yes I did," I answer lowly, my voice giving out seeing her so upset and the shock of volunteering still bouncing inside me.
"You have to win!" She cries.
"I’ll try." I answer somewhat flatly knowing my chances weren’t that great. I hunt animals, not people. The task seems sick.
Gemma looks up at me, her eyes sporting a deep red color. “You have too.” As I crumble into her for a hug, the peacekeepers barge back into the room, tugging her away from me. “Harry! Harry!” She weeps her arms swatting at the brawny peacekeepers taking her away. I give her a sad look of defeat and she’s gone, the doors banging closed. I’m alone again and I will be here on out. I better get used to the sinking feeling of detachment but I can’t help but feel Gemma ripped away the last hopeful fragment of my calmness.
A few hours of car rides later, Louis and I are rushed onto a train which awaits our mentor, Haymitch. “What the hell?” Louis mutters under his breath in my direction, taking in the sight of a drunken man carelessly pouring a bottle of champagne into a shot glass, the drink rising over the top and gushing over his shaky hands.
"Haymitch!" Effie shrieks walking in from behind us. "That is no way to behave in front of the new tributes."
"Shut up," Haymitch slurs, pushing the shot glass towards his lips and downing the drink.
"I do apologize for this, boys," Effie states with perturb thick in her Capital accented voice.
"That’s alright," I mumble as Louis pulls a disgusted face towards Haymitch. I can tell he’s not too impressed with who was holding our lives by a thread.
"I’ll get Haymitch settled," Effie grins fakely and points to a door. "Why don’t you two go to your rooms for now. Get cleaned up for dinner?"
Louis and I nod and walk in the direction she pointed to. The door opens by itself and we slip through. We find two rooms down the hall on the right. Louis lingers by his door as I walk through mine. “You can come in here,” I offer. “If you want.”
"Okay," He replies simply and follows me. We sit on my bed. This room has to be the most beautiful room I’ve ever laid eyes on. From the silky drapes to the gorgeously painted pictures sporting rich colors, it was all so breathtaking. "I can’t believe that dipshit is our mentor," Louis voice is layered in disgust and annoyance and I don’t blame him one bit. I mean, Louis and I are about to go to be pushed away into our death, the least he could have done was sobered up.
"That dipshit is the only thing keeping us alive in the arena," I remind him.
"He’ll probably be too drunk to get us sponsors," Louis sighs, exasperated.
I look down sadly, the face of Gemma floating through my brain, mockingly. I wonder how she’s dealing with a quieter house. I wonder if she’s eating the meal I prepared for after the reaping. I wonder lots of things until I notice a layer of tension with Louis’ eyes fixated on me.
"What?" I question meeting his gaze.
He turns away a light red color flooding onto the apples of his cheeks. “Nothing.”
The opening ceremony blurs by quickly, full of tedious speeches and annoyingly perky outfits. My temporary dresser, called Nicole, dresses Louis and I in red and orange suits and we look dumb but we pay no mind to it. As the chariot rolls down the lane, Louis takes my hand. I snatch it away. “What? They’ll love it. Watch.” He takes my hand once more and holds them high into the air and he’s right. The Capitol crowd goes nuts, cheers of our name screeching on both sides of us. Although it felt like the day belonged to us, it was just another trick. This was all for the Capitol.
A day later we arrive at the training center. Louis and I are thrown into long black practice wear and our shoved into the training room. Haymitch was somewhat okay today, reminding us not to show our strengths while we practice. My strength is using a bow and arrow and Louis is pretty handy with a sword. Louis and I sat in a corner, making multiple snares that Louis just couldn’t perfect. “Like this, Louis,” I show him, twisting the ratty yarn the right way around a stick. “Through the loops and over the twig,” Louis nods but fails again. He pushes the supplies away from him and looks out at Blair, a girl from District One, whipping knives through practice dummies. I cringe putting myself in the dummies place. I can dully feel the throbbing in my chest as Blair pierces the torso.
"I have no chance," Louis sighs, looking back at me now.
"You have just as much chance as all of us," I tell him, slightly concern with his lack of optimism; slight hope was all we had left to hold on to.
Louis takes another piece of yarn and loops it around the twig superbly. “Louis, that’s right,” I smile and admire his handy work.
"It is?" Louis holds it up, observing it.
"It is.” I confirm and somewhere behind the snare, I see a small smile form across the usually pursed lips.
Three long days and one hundred snares later , Louis and I are taken to meet our dressers who will be dressing us for our interviews with Caesar Flickermen. Tonight was the eve of the Hunger Games and I was bustling with anxiety, but I hide it well as my new dresser makes his way across the floor. He reaches his hand out to shake mine. The swift movement happens as he talks to me, “Nice to meet you, I’m Cinna,”
"It was very brave what you did."
I bite my lip thinking back again to my sister and how upset she looked the day I left. “I guess,”
"It was," Cinna says. "And being the brave soul you are, I’m not going to dress you in some petty coal miners suit," Thank God. “I have a suit specifically made for you and Louis,”
Cinna reveals the suit, it’s black but veins of what looks like lava run throughout it. “Cinna, it’s wonderful,” I compliment in awe.
"Thank you," Cinna says as he dresses me. When I looked in the mirror afterwards I slightly see a boy, truly though, I see a man.
"Next up we have Harry Styles, a Tribute from District Twelve!" Caesar announces my name. The crowd goes absolutely crazy. I, not in a hurry, walk towards my place next to Caesar, the flashing lights blinding me for seconds at a time. Caesar shakes my hand and asks me how I’m doing, in which, I lie smoothly and tell him I’m fine.
"Now Harry, it touched all our hearts seeing you volunteer for your sister," Caesar Flickerman starts. I gulp, my chest tightening. "Tell me, what was it like hearing her name called?"
My lip shakes as Caesar leans the microphone towards me to answer. “It-” I hear my voice sound through the room and I cringe at how upset I sound. I try to mask it by clearing my throat, but that only does me worse. “It was the worst thing in the world.” I choke out.
"Now, for the first time ever in the Hunger Games, they have made a slight change and allowed two male tributes; what was that like?” Caesar asks. Can I please just die right now on this stage? I don’t want to talk about this. I look in the crowd and see Cinna. I look straight at him as I speak.
"It was… relieving," I breathe out. "I’m glad I could help my sister,"
Caesar and I talk back and forth until my time is up and I’m escorted back to my seat with cheers and claps.
"Now introducing, Louis Tomlinson, a Tribute also from District Twelve!" Louis takes the stage, waving and smiling. He’s quite delightful when he wants to be, but honestly I can see right through that smile. It is fake.
After a few rounds of jokes from both Caesar and Louis, who’s clearly the more charming of him and I, Caesar gets a mock-up serious face and leans in towards Louis with a broad grin. “Now, Louis, you’re a handsome guy,” Caesar gushes. “Tell me, is there a special girl or boy back home that has your heart at the moment?”
An obvious blush litters Louis’ smiling face as he shakes his head. “Nah,”
"C’mon Louis, I know there is," Caesar pushes on. "Tell us,"
"Well, there is this one boy," Louis confesses with a small real smile, toying nervously at his fingers in his lap. “And I’ve had a crush on him forever,”
"I’ll tell you what, Louis," Caesar starts. "You go in the arena, win this thing, go home and he’ll have to go out with you. How could he resist? Right folks!?” Caesar gets the crowd going again as loud cheers fill the room.
"I don’t think that will help my case," Louis admits a frown forming on his lips.
"And why is that?" Caesar asks with confusion.
"Because… because he came here with me."
I see stars. My face is red. My fists tighten. Did Louis just say he was in love with me?
I ignore Louis for the rest of the night, too flustered and distraught by his confession and in all sincerity, too abashed to confront him about it. He was quite attractive, with this strong heavenly appeal, but my head was too clouded with the closeness of my paltry, unfeigned death to even think about the trifling feeling of falling for someone. Which I wasn’t. I couldn’t fall for him. It might come to a point where I’ll have to kill him and that alone leaves me horrified. I’m awake for most of the night, falling in and out of terrifying dreams of how my life will end. I even get a few unnerving dreams of Louis, colored in red and convulsing. I never want to see that sight.
Cinna comes to fetch me in the early hours of the morning, cloaking me in black pants, a dark t shirt, a coat made for repelling rain and fighting cold weather and colossal, lace up black hiking boots. We are boarded onto a air craft where I am struck with a tracker in my forearm and flown to the secret destination of the arena. I’m already shaking and on the verge of crying and it’s comforting when Cinna puts a hand on my shoulder to calm the tangling nerves. I try to think of Gemma as we land roughly how this is all for her, but I just don’t feel like the brave hero everyone sees me as for volunteering for my sibling, I feel weak and small and in desperate need to go home. Louis is the closest thing I have to home, the boy with the bread, and I can’t even bare to look at him without getting discomposed. I feel so out of it.
Peacekeepers lead Cinna and I to the door of a long metal hallway. They push the barrier back over the door once we are in and claustrophobia seeps within me when the realization of no escaping hits. Cinna puts his hand on the small of my back and walk towards the tube in which I would be lifted into the arena in. I chew my lip in a stressed manor and feel as my heart plummets to my stomach over and over again.
I try to recall any of Haymitch’s advice, but I can’t. He told me to run and stay alive, two obvious points in my exploit but nothing borderline useful so I use everything I can muster to listen to Cinna who rambled quietly.
"…don’t run off the platform early. They’ll blow you to bits," He reminds me and I nod, shaking. He pulls me into a hug. "I’ll stop talking about it." I think that’s best.
We stand there for a moment and I wonder how Louis is feeling, probably in the same dejected mindset as I and it’s sad really that years after years countless kids have had to go through this.
"One minute until countdown," A voice over an intercom sounds and I whimper, looking at Cinna. With a sad look, he opens the glass tube and I step inside. It’s cold and tiny and I feel one hundred times smaller than I had before. The tube shuts and I push my hands onto the glass, my mouth in a gape and my heart hammering. Cinna nods at me with encouragement but I look back at him with dread. He mouths something along the lines of, "Be brave." but it’s too late to make out what he said. I’m shot up in my tube, fast, the momentum pushing me to the ground until I’m in a crouch.
Ten seconds pass by until sunlight seeps into my tube and I’m released into a forest atmosphere. I exhale an intake of breath as my eyes search my surroundings. Within the Cornucopia are numerous of weapons, but on top of several back packs there is a bow and arrow. It looks like the one I used for my test - in which I scored an 11.
I prepare myself in a running stance, looking over at the other tributes until a shaking of the head catches my eye. It’s Louis. He sees where my body is pointing too. I stare at him and he stares back mouthing something to me that I can’t understand. He shakes his head again. Three, two, one. I’m still trying to wholly fathom what the brown haired boy had said when everyone else takes off. In alarm, I stand there dumbly on my metal plate until my feet get some sense worked into them and jolt forward, stumbling onto the grass and then my knees. In front of me the Cornucopia is alive in a blood bath. My eyes cross and I’m taken back by the look of blood. I see a girl from District Nine get struck with a whizzing knife, then a boy from Five. I pick myself up off the ground and run towards the Cornucopia, thankful the bow and arrow sit untouched still. As green rushes under my feet, I see Louis running towards me, knife in hand and jutting out in front of him. A light scream escapes my lips and I run faster only to see he wasn’t aiming at me but at a boy from District Eight who was running after me. Eight drops to the ground in pain and I get my chance to snatch the bow and arrow from the pile and run, secretly hoping Louis was hot on my trail.
My body sprints towards the woods, branches whipping me as I move but I’m too in shock from watching the blood bath to take notice of the abundance of scratches littered across my face. I hear crinkling leaves behind me and turn around, my mattered curls blowing over my eyes. Sure enough it’s Louis and I slow my pace to a jog. I push his confession to the back of my mind. That was petty child’s play. This is life and death.
Louis catches up and runs slowly next to me. “Didn’t you see? I told you not to go to the Cornucopia,” He breathes out, blandly.
I listen to the soft metal pings of the arrows on my back before answering. “It’s over now,”
"You could have gotten killed," Louis states.
I look over to him as we run. “Well, I didn’t,”
"Eight would have killed you,"
"Good thing you were there, then."
A few minutes of running pass until Louis and I are deep in the woods, out of sight of any wandering tributes. We catch our breath on a large rock, already slightly dehydrated from the beating sun.
"Are we allies then?" Louis speaks up suddenly as if unsure why we were in the first place.
"I would have killed you by now if we weren’t," I grin trying to find humor in this twisted game. There wasn’t, but we could pretend.
Louis manages a slight smile as he shrugs off his back pack. “What do you have in there?” I ask.
He reaches in and plucks out rope, a bag of crackers, a bag of beef and an empty water bottle and purifier.
"They couldn’t even fill the damn things," Louis groans rolling the empty bottle in his palms.
"It’ll be alright, Lou," I try to convince him, but with the frown on his face it almost makes me believe that it won’t.
That night, Louis and I lay behind that giant rock, using dead leaves as a bed. In the sky it proclaims there are ten tributes dead and I lay there thankful that it wasn’t Louis or I.
"I can’t sleep," Louis whispers.
"I don’t blame you," I sigh. "It’s hard to sleep when your immediate death could come at anytime."
"Thanks for reminding me," Louis groans rolling over on his side.
"Sorry," I say and sit up, leaning against the giant rock. I grab an arrow from my quiver and load my bow. "I’ll keep watch while you sleep,"
"Thanks Harry," Louis speaks and his tone sounds grateful and it makes me happy that he feels somewhat safe in my company. I don’t know why. I don’t think I should be feeling that way. But I do and there’s no stopping it.
A few moments pass before Louis pipes up his voice smooth and subdued. “Can we talk about something?”
"Like what?" I ask, looking down at Louis, who’s probed up on his elbow looking at me with fascination.
"Something happy," He answers. I take note of how his breathtaking blue eyes glow and how the gaze of them burns through my green bulbs and straight into my soul.
"Happy …" I repeat slowly, the word sounding funny in such a horrible place.
"What was the happiest moment in your life?"
"When my sister didn’t die," I admit.
"What?" Louis questions looking at me with distraught.
"A few years ago, Gemma… man, she was so sick. My mother didn’t think she’d live through it, Lou. She was basically puking every hour, she couldn’t eat and she was getting so damn skinny. Her fever kept rising and she was always shaking. It was a horrible sight. My mom didn’t have enough money to pay for the medicine we needed. I helplessly went around the Hob begging for donations, but people could barely feed themselves. One morning …" I smile at the memory. "In a little burlap sack was a large amount of money… just enough to cover for the medicine. It was the happiest day of my life,"
Louis is quiet for a moment, all I can here for a while is our slow breathing.
"Harry," Louis whispers quietly. "I left that,"
Louis Tomlinson saved my sisters life.
Three days pass without water. Louis and I sit high in a tree panting and burning up from the sun. We both chew on beef and the piece only makes my stomach quieter not the dry patch on my tongue go away. With Louis’ rope, we tie ourselves into the tree, side-by-side, and try to get some shut eye before our long trek this night, looking for water. It was too hard to sleep though with the aching feeling but I get in a few good hours.
At sunset we jump from our hiding spot and start heading west of the arena. “We’re going to fucking die,” Louis growls, frustrated with all our attempts in finding the one thing we needed the most.
"We aren’t going to-" I hear foot steps. "Someone’s here." We find a near by bush to dive into and I peak out from the shrub, a loaded arrow in my hand. Lots of someones actually, I see it, a District Six girl is running for her life as Careers, Felix and Blair from District One and Kimmi and Daruis from District Two follow her.
"Help!" Six shrieks as I lean back into Louis trying to go unseen in the bush. "We have to run after they leave," Louis whispers into my ear and I nod slowly waiting for the cannon to sound Six’s death. These were Careers. She wasn’t getting away.
The cannon comes. It does. The booming sound vibrating the ground and sending a shiver down my spine. I hope at least one camera saw Louis and I crawling into this shrub to get away from the Careers. I truly hope Gemma and my mother know I’m alive and okay.
I hear the Careers walking away from the body, they head north, back towards the Cornucopia.
I wait a few moments before exiting the shrub, Louis straight behind me as I emerge. “We need to find water,” Louis says. I nod in agreement and put my arrow back into my quiver before trekking the opposite direction the Careers came in. I wish Haymitch would send us something to drink, I doubt he would though. He’s probably drunk.
Louis and I walk for hours. We walk down a hilly surface, the green curving up and down before hitting a drop. “I guess this is where the arena ends,” I say, looking down at the deep crater wondering where it lead too. I inspect our surroundings warily, dehydration setting into my energy level and dropping it. My throat throbbed and I wanted to cry, but I don’t think I had any fluids to cry with. I kick rocks off the cliff, a shocking buzz sounds then the rocks come back up, landing at my toes. Interesting.
"We should start heading back," I suggest. "We need to find water,”
Louis and I head back towards where we started. My body feels one hundred pounds heavier and I know Louis feels the same. I offer to carry the back pack for him but he just shakes his head and makes a groaning sound. I walk ahead of Louis as my vision begins to blur and I stumble forward, my face planting in watery mud and the disgusting scent fills my nose. I pick myself out of the mud and - wait. Mud! I look behind me for Louis who was staggering along.
“What the hell happened to your face?” Louis asks, swiping a line of mud from my cheek. The realization hits him and I grin. “It’s mud!”
We follow the path of mud until hitting a river, I literally jump into it the sweet scent of H2O overcoming the scent of dirt. I wash my face off first as Louis pulls out the water purifier, swooping it into the water and getting the bucket part full.
It’s a long ten minutes waiting for the water but it’s worth it. We both take long swigs and my throat thanks me. Afterwards, Louis and I share a strip of beef and climb into a tree for the rest of the night. Several cannons go off as I drift off and I finally hit the heavenly feeling of sleep when the names flash in the sky. Sixteen tributes dead. Eight Tributes left. The Careers were on fire this year. It didn’t usually take this short amount of time to kill of so many. The thought terrified me.
"Harry!" Louis’ shriek wakes me from my slumber. As I inhale a large intake of breath, I also take in the smoke around us. A forest fire. A massive one.
I untie myself, then help Louis out. We briskly jump from the tree and take off and seemingly so, it looked like the fire was following us. I looked around for a place to go but my eyes watered from the grey air, making my vision blur everything to random shapes and colors. My lungs on fire, I run as quickly as I can the only thing stopping me was the panicky scream sounding from behind me. Louis!
I turn around, just in time. A fire ball comes whipping at me. I duck, falling quickly down to avoid it, hitting the ground with a painful thud.
I regain my poise then and search with watery eyes for Louis. I spot a dejected tangle of limbs instead, whimpering and bleeding. I run over, my hand clasping over his bleeding leg.
"I got burnt," Louis mewls, hoarsely. Before I can reply to the jeopardized boy, another fire ball comes hurling at us and I dive at Louis to bring him to the ground.
"We have to get out of here!" I scream to Louis who was whimpering in pain and fear.
"I don’t think I can walk," Louis says as the trees around us engulf in more flames. I hear the whizzing of another fireball and pull Louis and I down again, watching as over head the spinning heat flies over us.
"I’ll carry you," I assure him and pick up his limp body, that’s lighter than I expected, up bridal style, running towards a tree line that wasn’t burning in pallid flames.
Heaving and panting, I bound through the masses of bushes and trees, balancing Louis and my bow in two hands. My feet, sore and aching are no match to how horrible it feels to watch Louis’ leg drip with blood, leaving obvious wet trails. I look behind me, seeing the menacing fire disappear into a zilch behind us. I stare out at it for a while, wondering how a beautiful orange could alert such danger when I hear Louis’ scream, thrashing from my arms and onto the ground. I look from the convulsing boy to the woman in front of me. Distract Ten I think. She had knives, rows of them, struck neatly into her belt and one of them lodged into Louis’ arm. I pull an arrow from my quiver, drawing back and sending it flying towards her chest. She whips a knife at me before going down with my shot. I hear a cannon and take a sharp breath. My first kill.
I find a cave far away from my kill sight, it’s humongous and has a large mouth, which I sit by an arrow lodged into my bow, seeking out anybody who might be lurking around. Louis lays further back into the cave, my jacket wrapped around his bleeding leg and a cut piece from his back pack toyed around his wounded arm. I washed the cuts out the best I could, drenching them in the only water supply we had left.
"Harry, you can come back here," Louis says weakly and I shake my head. "Nobody can find us here,"
"You never know, Louis," I reply, amorously. "We are in the middle of an arena," Louis is silent so I speak up again to make a turn in the conversation. "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit,"
"We can finish off the beef and crackers, I can hunt tomorrow,"
I portion out strips of beef and squares of crackers for Louis and I, chopping slowly on the food although my stomach growled for a faster pace; I wanted to savor every bite.
"My father always talks about how well you hunt," Louis says, chewing. "He says you always hit the squirrels square in the eye. You never miss," I smile. And that’s how the conversation goes until nightfall: Louis praising me for my astounding hunting skills and I smile and watch the way his pink lips form the words.
The seal warms the sky with light and I watch as the girl I had killed face flashes across the blackness. I touch three fingers to my lips and raise them in the air out to her, in honor. I feel sorry, but she had tried to harm Louis and him dying on me was not a risk I was willing to take. Once the music plays and the faces are gone, I head back into the dark cave with Louis.
"C’mere," Louis says softly and I can see his glowing skin holding his arms open for me. I shake my head and sit down next to him, pulling his smaller body in my arms, not taken back when he relaxes into my touch.
A few moments past and we are silent, claiming to be listening for stagnant loitering tributes but really, I loved hearing the beating of his heart and I’m sure he could hear mine.
"Louis," I break the silence but it isn’t vexing in the slightest. "You said in your interview you had a crush on me forever… when did forever start?" I ask this out of pure curiosity, quite intrigued by the boy who loved me and who saved Gemma’s life.
"I loved you since first grade," Louis says quietly, humming at the thought. "I remember in music class, the teacher asked who knew the Valley Song and your hand shot right up in the air and you began singing and Harry, I swear, even the birds stopped chirping to listen,”
A small blush creeps across my pale cheeks and I can’t help the smile that breaks my lips. I turn towards Louis in the darkness, his glowing eyes the only thing I can see. My fingers move to his cheeks and I trace around his lips; his perfect, plump, pink lips. I somehow forget the cameras and focus on his heroic acts, his kind composure, his sense of humor, his beautiful face, his act of love - I kiss him. He’s stunned at first but I find his hand crawling towards my waist and his lips moving softly against mine. A sigh of relief falls from his lips and he stay like that for moments, enjoying the glowing warmth that radiates off both of our bodies, the interlocking kiss that we were sharing. Somehow I get the hope ushered back into me, until it’s ripped right out. Maybe I could go home. But if I do, Louis won’t.
Several days pass, night after night of tight cuddles in the cave and with each slowing day more tributes are picked off. I stare up at the sky. One, two, three more. Two tributes left. Blair and Felix, two Careers, both from District One. I knew Louis and I had to get going, they could be anywhere, but I didn’t want to. I liked the warm nights I had with Louis, cuddled close with sweet kisses. The romance had earned us several sponsors, bread and soup coming our way, but still no burn cream and Louis’ leg was getting worse.
The light disappears from the sky and I file my way back into the cave. I feel for Louis before collapsing in his arms.
"Hey Harry," Louis whispers.
"Yes love?" I answer in the same smooth tone.
"We’ve been getting to know each other pretty well," He starts. "And sharing kisses and all that. But I don’t even know your favorite color,"
I let out a laugh. “Now you’ve crossed the line, Louis. Way too personal,”
He chuckles and pulls me closer to his side, kissing my temple before speaking again. “But really, what is it?”
I pause and look out at the dark mouth of the cave. “Green,” I say. “What about you?”
"Sunset orange." Louis grins, although I can barely see it swallowed in the darkness. I set my head onto his chest, his dainty fingers running swirls through my curls.
"Get some rest, Lou." I sigh into his warmth before dozing off myself, my bow clutched tightly in my hand and a lovely boy laced with the other one.
I wake up to the light of day and the pesky sound of crackling coming from the intercom. Louis sleeps through the unpalatable noise but I hastily shake him awake to hear the announcement.
"Attention Tributes," A loud voice vehemently booms through the intercom. "We will be having a feast. Each one of you needs something desperately and this will be your only chance to get it."
"Louis, your burn cream," I whisper to the feather haired boy.
"The feast will take place in one hour, prepare yourselves Tributes," The voice continues. "And Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.”
"You’re not going to that," Louis says hastily, grabbing my arm as I start to stand, pulling me back towards him. "Yes I am," I answer and shake myself out of his grasp. "You need the burn cream,"
"No, I don’t," Louis protests, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.
"Louis, your leg is only getting worse," I tell him firmly, adjusting my quiver full of arrows on my back.
"I’m going to die anyway," Louis sighs, shrugging.
"What!?" I question, knowing exactly what he said but my brain rejected even to think such a thing. "You’re going home," Louis explains himself with a monotone voice, as if this was casual talk like the weather.
"I’m not letting you die," I lean down and press my lips to his. He hesitantly kisses me back, his hand running through my curls. A few minutes pass of dancing pink lips before I pull away. “I have to go, Louis,”
"What if they find me?" Louis squeaks.
"They won’t, they are all going to the feast. I’ll be back soon," I assure him although I have no factual evidence for that to be true. I walk towards Louis’ back pack and pull out a strip of rabbit meat I had prepared yesterday, along with the last bit of water we had from a filling a day and a half ago. "Eat this while I’m gone and get lots of rest," I start towards the mouth of the cave, looking back as Louis frowns. I move my head forward and ignore the pain in my stomach leaving him all alone, knowing damn well that he’s not as safe with me there. But he needs that burn cream.
I have an arrow drawn in my bow, crouching by a bush on the tree line near the Cornucopia. In front of the hunk of metal sat a long table full of burlap sacks each with a District number on it. Two One’s and a Twelve. I glance around the area before desultorily running towards the table, my head turning left to right as I keep a look out while keeping a steady foot and my fingers on my bow. It seems like years before I touch the Twelve bag, my hand clutching it tightly. I turn around, my eyes darting left to right, missing a forward. A knife comes whirling into my sight and before I can duck, I’m cut across my forehead. It’s Blair.
She sends another knife towards me, but I pull back an arrow and aim towards her chest. Her quick reflexes get the best of me and she slides to the side sending another razor-edged knife towards my face. I move out of the way and pull an arrow from my back, loading and sending it flying, it gushes into her chest and she lets out a high pitched shriek as I run. She get in another knife throw but this one lands lower, lodging in the back of my calf. I let out a cry and slow my pace, knowing Felix could be anywhere. Blair’s cannon goes off and my heart hammers. I pull the knife from my leg and store it in my belt before taking off towards my cave. I feel blood leaking from me but all I can think of is how well the burn cream will heal Louis.
I stagger into the cave, heaving and panting. Louis’ eyes meet mine and he gasps. “Harry are you okay?”
"I’m f-fine," I breathe out, tired from my long run and loss of blood. "I got it, Lou, I got the cream," I hold up the bag and shake it so he could hear the contents rattle.
"That’s wonderful, thank you, but you’re bleeding," Louis says.
I tell him that I’m alright and take the cream out of the bag, opening the small can and smearing some onto my fingers. I roll up Louis’ pants and rub it onto the old, infected wound. Louis winces then gradually relaxes, a breath of relief escaping his lips before I give them a peck.
Louis takes off his jacket and rips off the sleeve, swiping the blood away from my calf swiftly before tying the material around my head. "We better get on the move, Louis, there’s one person left," I breathe out, grabbing Louis’ back pack and shrugging it onto my shoulders. "District One. Felix,"
I take Louis’ hand and help him to his feet, he takes slow, limping steps but it’s improvement since when we tested it a few days before. “Thank you for everything, Harry,” Louis thanks me and I give him a warm smile.
"You’re welcome," I give him a kiss and linger there for a moment, taking in everything. Only one of us could go home. My heart sank. I had to make sure it was Louis who went home. If I could find Nightlock berries on our trek, I could eat them after Felix was dead. If Felix died. I remind myself that the Games aren’t over yet, but it’s too weird to think of myself dead.
I want to tell Louis that I want him to live and get out and be happy, but my lip quivers at the thought. I blink away the tears forming at the corners of my eyes and let out a hoarse order. “Let’s go,”
Louis and I journey around the large, forest arena, a knife in his hand and a bow in mine. I had manage to snag Nightlock berries on a passing bush and I silently celebrate the findings. This will be good if I die - Louis will get to go home to his family, to the baker. I push Gemma and my Mom from my mind. They will understand.
A noise awakes me from my thoughts. I jerk my head to the side, holding up my hand towards Louis, telling him to be silent and still. He follows through and raises his knife. Sure enough, I was correct. Behind a tree, comes Felix ax in one hand, a knife in the other. He flings the knife at us from a distance and it barely misses me as an idea circles my brain. “Louis, I have a plan,” I say quickly, turning and beginning to run, my hand lacing with Louis’ as his limping leg drags along. “Get to the edge of the arena,” I pant. “When the rocks,” I breathe out. “Came back,”
"What?" Louis questions.
"I’ll show you," I tell him, running faster. "But duck when I tell you to,"
"Alright," Louis agrees.
We let Felix chase us to the edge of the arena were he thinks he has us cornered. A wicked grin spreads across his face. "You lover boys never did have a chance," He growls arrogantly before whipping his large ax towards us.
"Duck now," I whisper and Louis and I tumble to the ground in a dive. A raging growl escapes Felix’s lips as Louis and I stand back up. One, two, three. "Again. Duck," I hiss as I hear the buzzing from below and the whizzing.
Just barely, the ax skims our heads, shooting up from the force field below and darting straight towards Felix. With a loud screech and a curse word Felix is gone.
A deafening cannon goes off and Louis and I lace our fingers together before walking away from the death sight so the hovercraft can take the dead District One tribute.
I look sadly at Louis as he whimpers out. “What do we do now?”
I take the berries from my pocket and bring them to my mouth as planned. “No!” Louis realizes my action and screams, swatting at my hands but I pull away.
"You can’t die," Louis cries out. "I’ve loved you forever, Harry, I can’t watch you go now,"
"One of us has to die," I tell him as if he didn’t already know. "They have to have their victor,"
"No Harry, they don’t. We have to find a way,"
"I don’t want to loose you," I choke. "I don’t want to watch you die so I have to,"
I’m silent then, Louis’ blue eyes looking hazy and distant. He takes some berries from my hand and I slap at him. “No Louis,”
"Trust me," He says firmly, gazing up at my green bulbs. "Trust me," His voice softens and I nod.
"Together then?" My lip quivers at the thought of Louis dead. The boy leans in a presses his lips to mine, stopping the action of fear from my face.
A moment or so passes and he nods whispering out, “Together,”
We raise the berries to our mouth before the cracking of the intercoms jolts alive, awakening the melancholy of the arena.
"No! Stop!" The voice frets worriedly. "Ladies and Gentlemen may I present to you the victors of The Hunger Games. Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, Tributes from District Twelve.
"We’re going home," I breathe out. "Alive," I smile lightly at the boy. "You’re alive," I radiate with happiness at the thought.
The next second blurs fast but I feel the warmth and happiness of Louis’ arms around me. He kisses my cheeks and my jaw, savoring what could have been dead a few moments earlier. His lips between my skin I barely catch out his ravishing words. “I love you… I’ve loved you since forever.”
Somehow, facing life and death head on with this boy, I can say, “I love you too.”
And what seems like the next few seconds - although it’s days - we’re home. But maybe I always was. Home was a person, never a place, but you don’t discover it until your seconds from loosing it all.
I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you all so much. Send in lots of prompts! I’d be happy to write some more! - Chloe∞
Well hello. Louis gets to see this all the time… lucky boy.
Well hello. Louis gets to see this all the time… lucky boy.
right. okay. the day is repeating itself. t-that’s fine — that’s cool. louis can deal with that. weird shit happens in this band all the time.
Hypothetically, if you were Harry and Louis, and also hypothetically, you ended up repeating the same day over and over, what would you do? Well, in this story, they dump Zayn’s hair products down the drain and also Harry ends up in jail? All in the name of good fun, and possibly trying to figure out why the day keeps repeating itself (hint: it has to do with love, as usual). This one’s a good one to read if you’re feeling down. -Erica☁
Here you go babe! I hope you like how fluffy I made it. Also I would like to thank Tabbie for being a wonderful beta on this.
The warmth of the sun over his body is what wakes Harry up, he lets out a big yawn and stretches his arm out to pull the body next to him closer. Louis grumbles in response. “Good morning Boo; do you want me to make us some breakfast?” Harry says his morning voice crackly and thick.
Louis rolls over in Harry’s arms his eyes barely cracked open. He manages to get out a small “yes.” Before he is stretching his limbs over Harry’s lengthy body. Harry gets out of bed in and crosses over to Louis side of the bed, before tucking him back in and leaning down “How would you like you eggs love?” He whispers into Louis’ ear.
“However you are having yours.” Louis says a wide grin on his face, that is barley sticking out of the blankets. Louis giggles as he watches Harry stumble out of their bedroom, in only his pants, still half asleep. Harry saunters into the kitchen putting the frying pan on the burner before going to the fridge to get out eggs, cheese, and milk. While the eggs are on the stove, Harry tries not to think about the warm bed and his spot next to Louis, and running his hands through that caramel brown mop while he cuddles him into his side.
When the egg are done Harry sprinkles a little bit of cheese on top, letting it melt before dishing it out and cutting Louis’ serving up into pieces for him. Harry walks back into the room to find Louis now on his side of the bed curling around Harry’s pillow. He feels his heart swell in his chest to the point where it almost hurts with how much love he has for the boy if front of him. Harry sets the two plates down on the end table before he crawls over Louis to pull him into his lap. He pulls Louis into him and takes a deep breath. “I love you so very much, Boobear.” He whispers into Louis hair.
Louis looks down at him with admiration. “I love you too Hazza,” he chuckles out.” Now let’s eat ‘cause im starving!” Louis says struggling to get out of Harry’s lap since he has his arms around his waist. Harry lets him go and grabs the two plates of eggs handing the one with cut up pieces to Louis. Louis looks down at the plate and smirks. “I still don’t know why you treat me this way,” he says looking up at Harry. “Don’t get me wrong I love it, I’m just not sure why.” He finishes before practically shoveling the food into his mouth.
“I do it ‘cause you’re my Boo bear!” Harry says with a mouth full of his own food. Louis laughs at that and goes right back to the food. Harry watches the other boy eat his food making sure he likes it and taking a bite every once in a while in the process. “So what do you want to do today Boo?” Harry asks once his food is gone.
“Mmmmmm.” Louis says his lips pursed. “How about we go see a movie!” he says practically bouncing on the bed with a huge grin. “I really wanna see Catching Fire!” Louis says as he curls back onto Harry’s lap.
“Alright Boo” Harry says as he lets Louis snuggle into his neck. “But first lets go take a shower.” He manages out before he is lifting Louis into his arms and carrying him to the bathroom. Once they are in the bathroom Harry sets Louis down on the counter before going to the shower to turn the water to hot. When it is at the perfect temperature and steam is starting to fill the room he goes back to where Louis is now standing. He grabs his hand and leads him into the shower once their clothes are off, he has Louis get in first and he can’t help but look down at the curve of Louis arse as he follows in.
The water is warm and welcoming as Harry steps into it letting the heat wash through him. He hold Louis close and grabs a bottle of apple shampoo and starts lathering up Louis hair. “that feels so nice” Louis whispers, his eyes closed and relaxed. Harry chuckles at that while the scent of apples fills his nostrils and the rest of the bathroom. When Louis rinses his hair tilting his head back from Harry exposing his neck involuntarily, Harry sees and takes the opportunity to pepper little kisses all over Louis’ neck before blowing a raspberry into the side of his neck while holding him close.
Louis’ arms flail out in surprise trying to push Harry off. The next thing Harry knows the world is no longer under his feet, the sound of squealing is filling the air and he is lying down on the bottom of the shower floor with Louis on top of him. Louis pushes himself off of Harry an exasperated look on his face as the water drips off his hair and down his nose onto the ground. “You bastard, you did that on purpose!” Louis says his mouth still slightly gaped open little giggles coming out.
Harry takes in the sight and fully realizes what just happened before rolling onto his side letting out a loud bellowing laugh. “I’m, I’m sorry Lou!” Harry says while he is still nearly convulsing with laughter. Harry stands up taking Louis’ hand helping him up little giggles still escaping both of their mouths. “Let’s get out of the shower now love yea?” Harry asks before pressing a chaste kiss to Louis’ mouth.
“Sounds great Haz.” Louis says still pressed up against Harry.
They don’t get to the movie until late that night since it was sold out. Harry has his arm around Louis waist pulling him closes as they walk into the cinema. “Do you want a drink or popcorn baby?” Harry asks Louis pressing his mouth to his hair.
“Let’s just get a drink?” Louis asks while looking up at his boyfriend feeling his heart turn to mush at the sight. The way the over head light cast a small shadow over his face from the mound of pushed back brown soft curls, the way his teeth grazed over his slightly chapped bottom lip, or his green eyes that were bright and full of life with small gold and blue specks throughout them, and the way that when they look at Louis they get slightly wider to take in all of the beauty of the smaller boy.
“That sounds lovely boo bear.” Harry says with a smirk before pulling Louis along to get into the short queue for the snack bar. When they get to the front of the line they order their drink and Louis all but drags Harry into the theater because he is worried they will miss the beginning of the show.
They find their seats without much trouble they don’t bother to put the middle arm rest down between them because as the movie starts and the lights dim Louis shifts his body so Harry is half holding him. Towards the end of the Movie Louis feels his eyes grow heavy and he is surprised that he makes it the car before he falls asleep in the passenger seat with Harry holding his hand brushing his thumb over the back of his hand, and air conditioning blowing softly at his face.
As they pull back up to the flat Harry lets go of Louis hand so he can put the car into park. He turns off the car and gets out taking a moment to stretch and enjoy the warm summer breeze that carries the sweet smell of the meadow across from their flat. He walks around to the other side of the car opening Louis’ door gently not wanting to wake him, he reaches across the smaller boy to unbuckle him before lifting him into his arms and shutting the door with his bum.
He carries Louis all the way up to their flat Louis nuzzling into his neck, the soft warm breaths causing goose bumps to rise in that area. When the elevator dings at their floor Louis stirs slightly in his arms so he gives a small reassuring squeeze before stepping out into the hall walking down the faded blue carpet. “Lou” he whispers giving a small shake, “Lou baby I need you to hold onto my neck so I can grab my keys.” He feels the grip tighten slightly around his neck before he takes his less supporting hand and digs through his pocket to get the small key ring with their flat key. Once the door is open he kicks off his shoes at the door while using his bum to shut the door. He carries Louis back to the bedroom before setting him gently onto the maroon duvet that Louis loves so much. He takes Louis shoes off for him and pulls off his jeans off before slipping him under the covers. He crosses the bedroom to his side of the bed and takes off his own clothes before climbing in the bed pulling Louis onto his chest.
“I love you so very much boo bear, you are everything to me.” Harry whispers into hair before letting the pull of sleep drag him under.
Thank you for reading this! It was a fun piece to write and remember that you can send your prompts to us here! We love writing for you guys! -George૪
I can just imagine one of them beating the other, and to stop him from being a sore loser the winners gives him kisses and cuddle… aw.
How they met is always quite the romantic story that people love to listen to because it gives them hope. How they stay together through everything they have to conquer is even more inspiring. How they love each other is undeniable. That is probably why it was all the more painful when Harry told Louis that he had signed up for the army. Or, the one where Louis is a famous actor who dubs Harry, Harold of the Bakery after meeting him while hiding from paparazzi. The one where Louis makes dreams come true by taking Harry to the sold out Free Skies concert. Being best friends with the band has it’s privileges, or so that’s what Niall always told him. Or, just the one where Oreo cupcakes make everything better.
Another AU, but a great one! This is a gorgeous and slightly heartbreaking fic about Actor!Louis meeting Baker!Harry whilst hiding from the paps. You can see them falling in love, and the fact that it eventually turns into an Army!Harry fic is enough warning of the challenges they have to face. You can actually feel Louis’ emotions after a while, this fic draws you in so much! I’ve read this fic over and over again, a definite must read for anyone who loves a good AU! -Laura✿
Hey loveys, this is my first one direction story I have written! You should click here to listen to the song that goes along with it!
Louis wakes slumped against the wall outside the bathroom with a bottle of mostly finished whiskey in one hand and probably the worst hangover he has ever had in his life. He looks down at his hands and notices the wood splinters and small traces of blood. The pounding in his head is getting worse by the second and he feels his stomach clench so he finds himself stumbling as fast as he can to the toilet before his stomach rids his body of all of the poisonous alcohol he had consumed the night before.
When he feels it’s safe to walk away from the toilet he notices the bloody scratch marks on the outside of the door. His throat is so dry and it hurts excruciatingly bad so he walks into the kitchen and gets two glasses of water one for him and one for Harry. Louis takes two steps out of the kitchen and the memories from last night all come rushing back.
“Harry?” he says weakly feeling it get harder to breath.
“Harry?” he says just a little bit louder still frozen in his tracks.
He rushes back to the bedroom as fast as he can while not spilling the water. When he reaches the bedroom his heart drops and he can’t breathe. The two glasses fall from his hands as he looks at the note on the edge of the bed.
‘I’m sorry. I’m done.’
That’s all that he finds on the note and last night plays over in his head.
(“A fucking annoyance Louis?” Harry all but yells at Louis. “Is that what the last three years have been?” Louis can see the tears about to slip from Harry’s eyes and his hands are shaking.
“Hazz-“Louis tries to comfort him by grabbing his hand, but Harry swats it away.
“Don’t you fucking call me that! Answer my damn question Louis! Why would you ever say that about us? It’s one thing to deny it, but to call it out and say its bullshit? An annoyance?” Harry says as the first tear falls from his cheek while using air quote symbols. Louis can feel his insides twisting and he tries to speak, but Harry beats him to it. “Why can’t you just push it off like you used to do?” he says his voice weak and shaky.
“Harry you know damn well why we can’t just come out! We would get sued for breaking our stupid contract. And I know how fucking insanely messed up that is, but we can’t do that Harry and you know that!” Louis says and it comes out harsher than he intended and he instantly regrets it because Harry is backing further away and the tears are streaming down his face now.
“That’s not what I said.” he says so quiet Louis can barely hear it.”I fucking asked you why you couldn’t push it off. Not to fucking come out of the damn closet!” Harry is screaming now. He walks toward Louis and shoves him out of the way, Louis lands on his butt just as Harry is slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Louis can feel his blood start to bubble with rage as he gets up and walk to the bathroom door which Harry has locked by now. “Harry Styles you unlock this goddamn door right now!” Louis screams while jiggling the handle fiercely. “You know why I had to say that! I didn’t say it to hurt you I said it because our stupid fucking management made me!” Louis waits for Harry’s reply that doesn’t come.
“You can’t get so upset at everything I say when I am forced to shoot down the rumors of us dating!” Louis screams into the door feeling the frustration growing at the non responsive Harry on the other side of the door.
“I love you and you know that! Don’t you love me too?” He says as an attempt to get Harry to open the bathroom door. He still gets no response and between the hurt he is feeling for his boyfriend and the frustration of being ignored he hits the door with his fist before storming into the kitchen only to get a bottle of vodka and then he goes right back to the bathroom door. He sits at the other side of the hallway and says “you’re gonna have to come out of there at some point Harry.” With copious amounts of venom in his voice before he is raising the bottle to his lips downing the burning substance.
When he has finished the bottle half an hour later he can feel the effects of the alcohol on his brain making him fuzzy and even angrier. “Harry you come out of that bathroom right fucking right now you twat!” he screams out as he is pounding and scratching at the door. Harry has still been unresponsive which is making Louis worry that he had done something to himself or left out the window.
“Harry please just say something to me.” Louis says weakly. “Why won’t you say anything to me?” he slumps down to his knees in front of the door. He gets up and goes into the kitchen for another bottle of alcohol because he doesn’t feel numb enough yet. All he can find is whiskey and he doesn’t give a shit about mixing alcohol at this point so he throws his head back downing almost half of the bottle and grimaces at the rancid taste of it.
When he stumbles back to the door he slides down the wall next to the door. “Harry. Please.” He whispers out while letting the realization of all that he had said fill his empty body. He can feel the tears slide down his cheeks. He hears a loud sobbing and he sits up straighter looking to the door thinking that is was Harry only to find that it was himself that had made that god awful noise.
“Hazza. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” Is all he slips out before he is drifting into the blackness.)
He grabs at the paper lying on the bed and read it over and over it still not fully making sense in his head that Harry had left. Is he coming back? How long ago did he leave? Where is he right now? Louis stumbles over the bed in a panic to get to his phone on the other side. His hands are shaking so bad he can’t even get the code into it. When he does he sees that he has no text messages.
To Zayn: 5:46 am
Do you know where harry is!?!? He left and I don’t know where he went!!!!
To Liam: 5:46 am
LIAM HAVE YOU SEEN HARRY?????? He left and I don’t know where he is!!!!!
To Niall: 5:47 am
Niall are you with harry??? Do you know where he is???
To Harry: 5:47 am
Babe where are you?!?!? Are you ok??
In a panic he dials Zayn’s phone number and it goes to voice-mail and as he goes to call Liam he sees he has a message.
From Niall: 5:50 am
ye he is wit me. Dude what did you do? Hes a fuckin wreck
His legs are moving before he has enough time to process that. He runs across his floor and slips on the water his forearm lands on a big shard of glass when he hits the ground but he doesn’t even feel it because of all of the adrenalin. He gets up and rushes out of his flat not putting on his shoes or checking if Harry took the car. When he gets outside he runs faster than he has ever ran to get to Niall’s flat three blocks down. The sun has not come fully out yet so the sky is still dark and the pavement still cold.
His feet slapping the ground and his heavy breathing are the only sounds filling the cool morning air. His head is still pounding from his hangover and the running is not helping it at all. When he gets there he doesn’t bother with the elevator, not trusting it will get him to Harry fast enough. He is taking the steps three at a time and reaches Niall’s floor in record time. When he gets to Niall’s door he tries to open it but it is locked so he knocks frantically while yelling “Niall open your door! Its Louis please open you door!” he can feel the tears welling up in his eyes and the lump grow in his throat.
When Niall opens the door looking upset at something, his brow furrowing and his blue eyes a few shades darker. Louis looks past him to see Harry, his hand over his mouth and his puffy red eyes make the green stand out so much more. He is still in what he was wearing yesterday before the fight.
“Oh my god Lou.” Harry squeaks out.
Louis feels his insides turn to mush at the sound of Harry’s deep voice addressing him. “Harry I-“
“Oh my god mate you’re bleeding!” Niall cuts him off. Louis looks down at his arm and sees the thick maroon liquid covering his arm, dripping off his elbow onto the carpet.
“I, I slipped in the bedroom.” Louis stammers out still puzzled at the amount of blood leaking from his arm.
“I’m gonna grab a towel really quick.” Niall says before dashing off. Louis looks at Harry and starts to walk closer to him and Harry backs into the couch.
“Harry I’m so sorry for everything I said last night. I was drunk I didn’t mean to call you those names.”
“They say a drunken mind speaks the sober heart.” Harry replies in a snippy tone.
“Harry please. I didn’t even know that management put that bit in the interview I promise. You know I would never say anything like that, honestly Harry you know you’re my life. You are perfect in every way and I love you so much it fucking hurts! I’m not going to lose you because of someone else’s stupid mistake, Harry please know that. And in the next interview let’s admit it! Let’s tell the world that we are together because seeing you hurt like this causes me too much pain. And I want the world to know that I am dating Harry Styles! Fuck I want the world to know that nothing anyone says will get in between us because our love is to strong! Please say the same Harry. Please?”
Harry’s eyes are spilling over again and he takes a careful step towards Louis, “but what about the contract?” he says weakly.
“Fuck the contract! They all have loop holes and god dammit Harry we are rich enough to get the best lawyer! You’re the one that I love and I want everybody to know that!”
Niall comes back in the room with several small towels and rushes to Louis side. “This might hurt Lou, but we need to put pressure on it.” He says as he cleans around the wound with a damp towel before he puts the other towel on his arm and presses down hard. Louis’ vision gets blurry because of the mass amount of pain that surge through his arm.
“I need to sit down.” Louis says as he sways back and forth, he stumbles to the couch to sit there.
“If you get blood on my couch I will rip your balls off Lou.” Niall says trying to lighten the mood.
Harry wraps his arms around Louis and leads him to the couch where he sits him down and kneels in front of him. “I’m sorry I over reacted.” Harry says softly.
“Babe, you didn’t over react. I’m sorry I’ve been a complete arse about all of this. I should have been with you the whole time and not have let management ever say those things.” He says leaning in closer to Harry’s touch.
“You really think we should come out?” Harry says kissing Louis on the forehead.
“Anything for you Hazza.” Louis says putting his forehead against Harry’s.
Thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed! Don’t forget to send us your prompts here! -George૪
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This one-shot didn’t have a description, but if you’re looking to cry over two boys, you have found the right place. This fanfiction takes you through a journal over 99 days. I love this aspect because it’s so much different from other fanfictions. Though your heart will be shred to pieces in a matter of sentences, you will be astounded by the depth and descriptions in this story. I highly recommend it! -Juliette☯
Hey everyone, I asked if I could join the writing team here at LSO and they graciously said I could. Here is my first attempt at writing off of a prompt, I hope you all enjoy it and feel that I did it justice!
“And don’t forget ladies and gents, in just 3 days Mr. Harry Styles will be sitting on our couch for an exclusive interview about his latest album! Until tomorrow, have a great day and an even better evening.” Niall held his smile until the small red light above the camera went out. He dropped his TV smile and removed his mic to set it on the desk. “You excited Tommo – THE Harry Styles. Right there on our couch… OoO…”
Louis rolled his eyes and removed his mic as well. He ran his hands through his hair and pondered the thought of getting a trim. “Oh yes, Harry Styles… be still my beating heart. How many times do I have to tell you Niall, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’ll jump every man who comes through the studio. I’m not you.”
Niall laughed and clapped a hand to the middle of Louis’ back as they headed to their dressing room. “I don’t jump any man who comes through the studio… but I can’t help it if the ladies loooooove my accent.”
Louis shook his head and smirked at his friend and colleague. They’d been on air together for 6 months at the station, both had worked for Channel 11 for a little over two years, usually doing on location shots, or filling in for short stints on the late news or during the weekends. Both had a solid following at the station and when the offer to host their own morning show came up both eagerly agreed. Their acquaintance had quickly grown to a friendship and Louis truly enjoyed working with Niall, even if the Irishman did drive him a bit nuts some mornings.
Niall scrubbed the tv makeup off his face and slipped into his jeans and tshirt. He slipped his thick rim glasses on and sat down to check his email. “Looks like the bosses want to see us. Sounds like it’s about the interview with the pop star next week.” Niall groaned and put his head on his desk. “I just want to go home and go to bed.”
“How hard can it be to interview a pop star? So we hear you are single Harry, what type of girl are you looking for? So Harry, are you excited to perform at home this month? The ladies at home want to know Harry, are you a boxers or briefs type of guy? Come on.” Louis sneered. “He’ll probably be so busy checking his reflection in the camera he won’t even hear us.”
Niall’s laughter filled the room. “Whoa Lou, a little judgmental are we? I’ve heard he’s actually a pretty good guy, not like other pop stars. Give the guy a chance would you?”
“Yeah, yeah Niall. Come on let’s head up to Zayn’s office and get this meeting over with.” Louis grabbed his jacket and tucked his wallet into his back pocket. He held the door open for Niall and followed him up to their producers office. Louis rapped his knuckles on Zayn’s door before letting himself in. “Morning Zayn. You wanted to see us?”
Zayn looked up from his computer motioned for Louis and Niall to take a seat in front of him. He finished his email and shut his laptop. “Morning guys. Show looked good this morning. Louis I really liked the piece you did on head injuries in football. The 6 o’clock news is going to run it again during the second half of their broadcast. Niall, I don’t know what happened with the teleprompters this morning, but good cover while we got them back up. I have Liam talking to the news room to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Good job guys, good job. Our ratings are up and upstairs seems happy with our format.”
Zayn stood and paced behind his desk, “Now, let’s talk about next week.”
“Zayn, really, why is this such a big deal?” Louis tapped his foot on the floor and crossed his arms across his chest, “It’s a pop star. We’ve had guests on before, we’ve had actors and such. Why is this guy such a big deal?”
Zayn stopped pacing and faced Niall and Louis. He didn’t know why the pair worked so well together; Louis came across as cynical and cocky, he turned the attitude down a lot when he was in front of the camera, but until you really got to know him, he came across as a bit of an ass. Zayn knew he was just guarded and once Louis warmed up to you, he was a genuinely good guy. His dry sense of humour made everyone laugh and he worked harder than anyone Zayn had worked with before. Niall was almost a complete opposite, he was warm and charming right from the start. He laughed easily and flirted with any female that he came across. When Zayn had suggested the pairing for the morning show, he’d been met with a lot of hesitation. Zayn had persisted and shown his bosses how hard both young men worked and how well they were perceived on camera. So far, Louis and Niall had pulled in great ratings, increasing each month since they’d been on air and were great together. The opposites in their personalities played well on camera and each brought new and fun ideas to the table. “It’s a big deal, Louis, because anything Harry Styles touches lately turns to gold. The ratings will be through the roof that day and if we pull it off successfully then hopefully we can start landing more interviews like this!”
Zayn watched Niall nod enthusiastically but Louis continued to look bored. “Listen guys, I know maybe it isn’t the most exciting interview we’ve had you do, and perhaps you think it’s not a big deal but,”
Louis let out a snort that interrupted Zayn.
“BUT, Louis, you’ll do it and you’ll put your best smile on your face and at least ACT like you are enjoying it. Got it?”
Louis sighed and pushed up from the chair. “Yes, Mr. Malik. Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to ask him all the questions the women are dying to know.”
“Don’t be an ass Louis.” Zayn threw out as the door slammed. He looked at Niall and when all he received was a shrug Zayn sighed and sunk into his chair. “What the hell is his problem?”
“I don’t know Zayn. He’s just pissy. You know Louis; if it isn’t his idea he takes some time getting behind it. And he doesn’t understand the hype; it’s just not his thing. He’ll pull through though, you know he will.” Niall stood and stretched, “Don’t worry boss, we will knock the interview out of the park!”
“Alright Niall, we’ll talk again on Monday, I guess his PR team is sending over some information we will need to review. Have a good weekend.” Zayn watched Niall leave his office and put his head in his hands. “Damnit Louis,” he muttered, scrolling through his schedule for the rest of the day, “You better get over whatever problem you have with this, and you better do it quickly.”
Louis sipped his tea and skimmed twitter after the show Monday morning. His piece had been received well on the 6 o’clock news Friday and he was feeling proud of himself over it. He was replying to a few mentions on twitter when a knock on the door frame interrupted him. He glanced up and smiled when he saw Liam. “Hey Payne-o!”
“Tommo.” Liam grinned back at his friend, moving into the room and leaning against the desk so he could face Louis. “Great show today! You ready for tomorrow?”
Louis plastered his TV smile to his face and nodded enthusiastically, “Oh boy am I!? Harry Styles! I can’t wait!”
Liam chuckled, “Smart ass. Come on, we have a group meeting to go over how tomorrow is going to go down. Let’s go.”
Finishing his tea, Louis threw the paper cup in the garbage and followed Liam to the conference room they used for bigger meetings. Louis had sent Zayn an apology text on Saturday, telling him not to worry and that he’d make sure the interview went well. He’d decided to do a bit of research on the pop star and was actually impressed to read some good press about the younger man. He’d read a couple articles on charity work and where Louis expected to find the typical ‘make an appearance and hug some needy kids’ he actually found a good bit of information on the man actually getting involved, spending actual time and putting a large chunk of money toward the charities.
He’d downloaded some of the music and was surprised when he didn’t hate it. A portion of the music was cheesy bubble-gum pop but a few songs actually had some depth to them, and the raspy, deep voice that sung them had perked Louis’ interest.
“Alright everyone, so tomorrow is the big day. Harry and his team should arrive just after 7:00 am; we plan on doing the interview after the 8 o’clock news. We have 6 minutes with him on the couch and then we break for commercial. After the break, we will come back and he’ll be singing his latest single. Then we have a 2 minute mini interview and then done.” Zayn looked out across the room. “Anyone have any questions?”
Louis listened to the team talk about technical aspects of the spot; he laughed when Niall asked if they were bringing in special catering because of the pop star, and then cleared his throat. “Anything we aren’t supposed to talk to him about Zayn?”
“Good question Louis. His PR team would like us to stick to fairly generic questions; they don’t want us talking about anything too in depth. They suggested we talk to him about who he cheers for in football, what he has planned for his upcoming break, uh…” Zayn flipped through his notes, “… the only thing we are absolutely not allowed to talk about is his sexuality.”
Louis straightened in his chair, “Excuse me?” He’d read a couple of things over the weekend, a few fan rumours that Harry Styles, the hottest pop star on the planet, wasn’t exactly interested in girls. The PR team denied it, but he hadn’t found anything that denied it straight from the pop star himself.
Niall laughed, “You heard him Louis. Sounds like the pop star might play on your team. Fine by me, one less good looking bloke for me to compete with.”
“It says here that questions asked about Mr. Styles sexuality are strictly prohibited. Any questions that his team feel are inappropriate will result in the immediate completion of the interview, whether the time allotted has been met or not.” Zayn looked from Niall to Louis, “Think you two can avoid asking him where he likes to stick his dick?”
Louis waved the question off while Niall voiced his answer and then tried to bring the subject back to the breakfast spread that had been ordered for the next morning. When the meeting completed, Louis turned to Niall, “Want to go for breakfast Niall? My treat.”
Niall wrapped his arm around Louis’ shoulders and poked him in the ribs, “Really? You had to ask? You bet Lou, let me grab my stuff and I’ll meet you at the restaurant down the block! See you in 10.”
Louis smiled easily and left the building to grab a table for the two of them. He ordered himself a tea and a coffee for Niall before his colleague settled down across from him.
After they’d ordered their meals, Niall sipped his coffee and leaned back into the booth. “You seem to be in a better mood over this interview. What changed?”
“Did some research on him this weekend, seems like he’s an actual human being and not some hyped up, arrogant pop star. I’m intrigued is all.” Louis looked up as Niall laughed, “What?”
“Intrigued? Come on Lou. What has you intrigued? The fact that he might be gay? What else is so special?” Niall smiled up at the waitress as she placed their plates down on the table, “Thanks love, you always treat us right.”
Louis swallowed his laughter as the waitress giggled and placed a hand on Niall shoulder, “Well you are my favourite customer Niall. I had fun last weekend; we should do that again sometime.” With a wink she turned and swayed her hips, in what Louis assumed was supposed to be a seductive move, as she left their table.
“The waitress Niall? Really? We eat here at least once a week, most of the time more! I’m not switching restaurants when you are done with this fling.” Louis shoved a piece of sausage into his mouth, frowning at Niall.
Niall blinked innocently and shrugged, “She’s hot and if you were interested I’d tell you about how flexible she is but,” Niall laughed as Louis held up his hand in protest, “as I know you aren’t, I’ll spare you the details. I know how to handle this Lou, don’t worry. Now back to you.”
Louis shrugged, “Isn’t it a good thing that I’m not so sceptical of this kid? Let’s just get through the interview and then focus on more important things… like the match this weekend. You ready to cry Horan? My team is going to annihilate yours.”
Louis and Niall finished their breakfast, bickering and teasing about football and other nonsense. They said their goodbyes and each went on about their day.
The first two hours of the morning went smoothly; it was a typical Tuesday show, everyone did their job and they’d made it through with no blips. Louis was off to the side of the set when he first spotted Harry Styles. The pop star was dressed in tight black jeans, a snug fitting black t-shirt with a plaid button down shirt thrown over it. His hair was a mess of curls and whisps that the young man couldn’t seem to keep his hands out of. Louis felt a little tug of arousal in his belly, which he quickly shoo’d away, sure the kid was good looking, but he was a pop star and probably straight as an arrow.
Louis watched Harry enter the studio; an easy smile filled his face and dimples popped in both of his cheeks. Louis frowned slightly as the pop star made his way to all of the crew first and foremost, shaking hands, signing a few autographs and chatting quickly with everyone. ‘Well that’s different.’ Louis thought to himself as he made his way from the shadows and stepped onto the set. He heard the call for everyone to take their places and nudged Niall from where was sitting on the couch. Louis watched as Harry’s handler steered him toward the set, he stepped up the risers and reached out his hand to Niall first.
“Hi, I’m Harry.”
Louis swallowed hard. He was tall and his voice was deeper than he’d expected. When he shifted toward Louis and offered his hand to him, Louis noticed the green swirl of his eyes. A mixture of sea and deep green, with just a hint of gold, stared into his blue eyes. “Louis. Thanks for joining us.” Louis gripped the warm hand that easily enveloped his.
“Thanks for having me. This is my first breakfast show back home; I’m not usually up this early!” Harry squeezed Louis’ hand a little before dropping it.
“We weren’t usually early birds either,” Niall interjected, “Especially Lou. He’s a night owl, it’s been an adjustment for him.”
Louis nodded and gestured to the couch, he felt Harry staring at him and it made him a bit uncomfortable. “Please, make yourself comfortable, looks like we have 45 seconds to air.”
Harry smiled brighter and mumbled another thanks before folding his long legs and settling on the couch beside Niall and Louis. As they heard the countdown in their ear, Louis snuck a glance at Harry and blinked hard when Harry sent a wink in his direction. He smiled slowly and then turned to face the camera as the final seconds were counted down.
“Welcome back! Now, we know all of you at home have been waiting for this moment; it’s finally time to talk to Mr. Harry Styles!” Niall’s smile filled the screen for a second before the camera panned out and all three men were visible on the couch.
“Harry, thank you for joining us this morning! We know it’s pretty early, how are you feeling?” Niall threw the first question out while Louis settled into the couch.
“Thanks for having me this morning Niall! It’s been great to be back home. I’m alright, a little tired but I made sure to go to bed fairly early last night knowing I had to be here so early!” Harry shifted on his couch, moving closer to Louis.
Niall laughed and continued to ask Harry basic questions; Louis smiled and laughed at the appropriate times. Zayn’s voice filled his ear, “Louis, are you going to participate this morning or what? Come on!”
Louis took a breath and waited for Harry to finish his answer, “So Harry, I watched you this morning when you came to set, you shook everyone’s hand and managed to meet everyone here. Why did you do that?”
Harry blinked at him quickly and shifted his attention to Louis. “I guess I just don’t want to be that person who everyone talks about after I leave the room. My Mum always told me to be polite to everyone so I try to make sure that I am.”
Louis nodded and leaned in, “That is a good quality to have. I’m sure everyone here really appreciated it. So tell me about your music, I really like the song ‘Your Heart’ and I noticed you have some writing credits on it. Can you talk about what it means to see your name behind something that is playing on the radio and receiving such rave reviews?”
Harry’s smile radiated joy as he started into Louis’ eyes. He shifted slightly to turn his body toward Louis, “Yeah, sure. I mean it’s great. That song is special to me; it’s really about what I’m looking for in someone. One day hopefully I’ll meet someone whose heart really speaks to me.”
Louis shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable as Harry stared into his eyes. His smile and dimples were beautiful; his voice seemed to rush into Louis’ head and settled there. He thanked Harry for his answer and let Niall continue the interview. When he heard the cue, he turned to the camera and announced that they’d be right back with a special performance from Harry. He jumped when he felt a hand on his knee, looking down he saw the hand belonged to Harry who had shifted even closer to Louis.
“Thanks for the question about my music Louis. Did you really enjoy it?” Harry rubbed Louis’ knee, smiling a bit knowing he was pushing the boundaries in front of all of these people.
“Actually, yes. I won’t lie; I was surprised to see you had written it.” Louis’ eyes trailed from the hand on his knee, past the tattoos and up until he met Harry’s eyes. He looked away quickly to turn to Niall, but Niall was already up and off set, flirting with a blonde woman who had come with Harry.
Harry pulled his hand away, frowning slightly, “Most people are. I’m really not all some manufactured image, not that I expect you to believe that, but perhaps we could grab a drink sometime and I could try to convince you?” He returned the grin to his face and winked at Louis again. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, Harry wasn’t usually so forward but there was something about the TV personality that sat beside him. He had bright blue eyes, that crinkled slightly when Louis smiled and Harry found himself wanting to make Louis really laugh to see how deep those crinkles went. When they’d shook hands, he found himself enjoying how small Louis’ had felt in his. He found it cute that Louis made him feel tall. Harry knew he’d have to be careful, he wasn’t out to the mainstream and his management seemed to think it would hurt his image considering his main target audience were women. Harry’s family and close friends knew and anyone who works for him was aware of the situation, but he still had to be careful when he went out or met someone.
“Ummm, yeah… I guess that would be alright. Are you in town for a while?” Louis stood and had to shift his gaze up as Harry stood as well.
“What about tonight?”
Louis nodded slowly, mentally clearing his schedule, “Yeah sure. Ummm… where would you like to meet?”
Harry shifted in his spot, bouncing from one foot to the other, “This may seem weird but, would you mind coming to my hotel? I just… it’s easier.”
“Oh! Sure.” Louis was interrupted by someone from Harry’s team approaching them and throwing details at Harry. Harry shot Louis a quick grin and followed the man who was pulling him toward the band set up.
Louis looked around, feeling a bit lost on his own set, finally spotting Liam and rushing over to him. “How’d it look Li?”
Liam slid his headset down and around his neck. “Looked good Louis. Looked good. Just about time for the music, you doing the introduction?”
Louis nodded and turned to look at the set up. Harry was huddled with his band, his hands flying as he spoke to the group. There was something so endearing about this kid, Louis couldn’t help but grin as he admired the long legs and muscular back that faced him.
“… so you know that you’ll be introducing… Louis? Lou?” A hand waved in front of Louis’ eyes and snapped him into reality. “Louis?”
“Sorry Liam. Yep, what song am I introducing?” Louis took the copy of the CD that Liam was handing him.
Liam furrowed his eyebrows, “You alright Lou?” When Louis nodded Liam continued, “Alright. You’ll be introducing a song called ‘Falling Star’. Better get in place, we’re back in 30.”
Louis walked toward Harry and his band. Harry looked up and an easy smile filled his face. He met Louis beside the mic and adjusted the height to a comfortable position. “Time?”
Louis smiled back and nodded, “Yep, countdown is starting. Good luck!” Louis waited as his team counted him in, “Welcome back! Time for a special treat! Off his new album, Harry Styles will be performing ‘Falling Star’!”
Louis smiled, let the camera zoom in on the album cover and when he knew the camera was off, slipped to the side to let the production focus on Harry. He decided to make his way behind the camera facing Harry so he could watch how the pop star performed. Live music was always better so he was intrigued to see how Harry handled himself.
“Thanks for the introduction, I’m going to switch it up a bit though and we’ll be singing ‘Your Heart’ this morning. Enjoy.” Harry turned to his band and counted them in. He turned back to the camera and met Louis’ eyes.
Louis raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. He found himself tapping his foot as Harry belted out the rock ballad. Louis enjoyed the way Harry’s voice filled the studio and when he looked around he found smiles on everyone’s faces. He felt Niall slide up beside him.
“He’s actually pretty good. I’m actually impressed. You ready to finish this up?”
Louis looked at Niall and nodded. As the final notes of the song finished out, Louis and Niall made their way back on camera from opposite sides to flank Harry.
“That was fantastic Harry! Great song! I can see why Louis likes it! Thanks so much for sharing it with us and being with us this morning. We hope you’ll come back and visit us again!” Niall reached out to shake Harry’s hand.
When Harry let go he slung his arm over Louis’ shoulder. “So, was it as good live as it was on the CD?”
Louis stumbled a moment, he was supposed to be asking the questions, holding the CD up so the camera could see he plastered a large smile on his face, “It was great! Thank you Harry. I’m sure our viewers enjoyed it just as much as Niall and I did! Well everyone, don’t forget to pick up your copy of Harry’s new CD! Harry, it’s been a pleasure, thank you again!”
“The pleasure was all mine.” Harry smiled down at Louis and pulled him in a little closer as Niall stepped forward and wrapped up the spot. Harry didn’t let go until he heard the clapping start. “I’m at The Empress, you have your phone? I’ll put my number in it and just text me when you get there. Say around 6? I’ll send someone down to let you up.”
Louis was lost for words. He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it over to Harry. When Harry handed it back, he sent Louis another wink before stepping away and following one of the people he’d come with. Louis stared at the pop star as he walked away. He swallowed hard and shook his head to clear his head. “Niall?” Louis looked around for his friend.
“Hey Lou, did you see that blonde that came with Harry? Fuck. She is hot. We’re getting drinks tonight, you want to come?” Niall punched Louis’ shoulder and laughed.
“Uh. No, made plans.” Louis turned toward Niall, “Did Harry seem extra… friendly to you?”
Niall smiled, “What are you talking about? He was friendly to everyone! Not such a bad kid huh?”
Louis realized that Niall really wasn’t aware of what he was talking about so he smiled and nodded, “Yeah. Not a bad kid. Alright let’s finish this show.”
Louis and Niall finished up the show easily. Niall rambled about ‘the hot blonde’ as they changed and said their goodbyes. Louis really didn’t have much to say, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he had agreed to drinks with a pop star, one who he’d pretty much made fun of less than a week ago. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he got behind the wheel of his car. “Well… this should be interesting.” He mumbled to himself as he headed toward his home.
At 6 o’clock Louis entered The Empress hotel. He had texted the number Harry had put in his phone when he parked and was now looking for a man named Paul to take him up to Harry’s room. He was admiring the lobby when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he looked up at the burly man who was standing behind him. “Uh, Paul?”
“Yep, you Louis? Follow me.” Paul turned on his heel and led Louis to the elevators. He slipped a room card into the elevator that allowed him to access the top floors. The ride up was silent and Louis found himself staring at his reflection in the mirrored glass that hung on the walls of the elevator. When the doors opened, Paul took the lead and knocked three times on the door at the end of the hall.
“Louis! Hey! Thanks for coming!” Harry stood in the door frame, his hair damp and green eyes sparkling.
Louis felt a hot flush fill his cheeks as he took in the sight, Harry stood barefoot, the same tight black jeans from earlier snug on his hips and nothing covering his long torso. “Uh, hi Harry.” Louis stepped past Harry as he walked into the suite. He slipped out of his shoes and let Harry take his coat. “Nice. I’ve never stayed here before. Pretty fancy.”
Harry shrugged and placed his hand on Louis back, leading him into the sitting area. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, hotels all start to look the same after a while. That probably sounds a bit pompous but it’s true. I see a lot of hotel rooms.” Harry laughed easily and settled at the opposite side of the couch. “You want something to drink?”
Louis nodded, “Sure. A beer?”
Harry stood quickly and headed toward the mini fridge, he pulled out two bottles opened them. He took a quick swig from his and handed the other to Louis. “Thanks for coming tonight. I was probably a bit forward this morning, but there is something about you. Sorry. I meet a lot of people, I guess I’ve gotten used to saying what is on my mind at that very moment because I don’t usually get to spend time with people.”
Louis shifted on the couch. He took a long drag from his beer and nodded. “Understandable I guess. Listen, I have to ask you something, since you are being fairly forward I’ll take that approach too. Why did you ask me here?” Louis stared up into the green eyes that were staring back at him.
Dimples popping, Harry slid toward Louis. “Well, to be honest with you, I, uh, well… “ Harry ran his hands through his hair, “I think you are good looking.”
Louis laughed. “So you are gay.” He stopped laughing when he saw the hurt play across Harry’s face, “I’m not laughing at you! Sorry! I just, we got this thing at work and we were told not to ask you about your sexuality and it just seems so sketchy, and I’d read things online while I was doing research this weekend. I’m gay Harry. I promise I’m not laughing at you.”
Harry’s smile came back, albeit smaller this time, the dimples not so deep. “Oh. Alright then. Yeah, I’m gay. I’m not supposed to tell anyone. I guess I’m taking a big risk by telling you. Normally I wouldn’t have said anything, I mean, management would kill me if they found out I told you. You aren’t going to do some exclusive on it tomorrow morning are you?”
Louis laughed again. He placed a hand on Harry’s knee. “Don’t worry. Your “secret” is safe with me. Why do you have to hide it though? Doesn’t that suck?”
Harry nodded, “Thanks Lou, can I call you that?” When Louis nodded he continued, “Yeah, it does suck. I guess. I don’t know I’ve been so busy the last couple years I haven’t really thought about it much. I mean obviously it’s at the back of my mind but I haven’t dated anyone in forever. I’ve had to go out on a few “dates” with women that my team arranges, but it is just publicity.”
Louis stared at Harry. He took a minute before saying anything. He couldn’t imagine having to hide like that. “Wow.” Was all Louis could manage. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Harry shifted closer still to Louis. Their knees now touched.
Shrugging Louis looked at Harry. He reached up and ran a finger down the side of Harry’s face. “You shouldn’t have to hide Harry. I just can’t imagine it. You love who you love. If fans don’t like that then fuck them. Fuck them.”
Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Louis’ finger on his face. “If only it was that easy.” He murmured. Harry opened his eyes and leaned toward Louis, “Can I kiss you Louis?”
Louis leaned in and placed his lips against Harry’s. He closed his eyes and slipped his fingers through Harry’s hair. When Harry let out a small moan, Louis deepened the kiss and probed at Harry with his tongue. He let out his own moan when Harry pulled Louis toward him, he adjusted and without breaking the kiss they moved so that Louis was sitting in Harry’s lap.
Louis rocked his hips as Harry ran his hands down his back. His large hands slipped under Louis’ shirt and tugged at it. They broke their kiss as Harry pulled Louis’ shirt over his head. “I don’t usually do this Harry. Are you sure?”
Harry licked his lips and felt the lazy smile fill his face. “Yeah. I mean I don’t usually do this either but there is something about you. Yeah, I want to do this.”
Louis pressed his forehead against Harry’s. He tipped his face so that the tips of their noses touched. “Why did you switch songs today?”
“You said you liked ‘Your Heart’. So I thought maybe you’d like to hear it live.”
Louis pulled back, “You switched songs just because I mentioned it?”
Harry shrugged; Louis watched the muscles in his shoulders move like liquid beneath his skin. He tipped his head and placed small kisses along Harry’s collarbone. He nibbled gently, when Harry groaned, he sucked a small bruise onto his skin.
“Lou.” Harry felt goose bumps pop on his arms as Louis blew on the spot that he’d just marked. “Did you like it?”
“Yes.” Louis brought his mouth back up to meet Harry’s. He could feel the younger man’s arousal through his jeans. He caught Harry’s bottom lip between his teeth before trailing down his chest. Louis teased Harry’s nipples, smiling when they both stood erect and dark against his pale chest. He ran his hands down Harry’s sides before sliding from his lap and kneeling in front of him. Harry let Louis push his legs apart and undo his jeans before he stopped Louis.
Louis looked up at Harry; he could see the uncertainty in Harry’s eyes. “I want to do this for you Harry. But I’ll stop if you don’t want it.”
“No I want this. It’s just… it’s been a while.” Harry hung his head and ran his fingers nervously through his hair.
“I’ll be gentle Harry.” Louis waited until Harry met his eyes, “Now lift your bum so I can take off your pants.”
Harry nodded and lifted his bum. Louis tugged at Harry’s tight jeans and pulled them off, putting them to the side before sitting back on his heels to admire the boy in front of him. “You are beautiful Harry.” Louis ran his hands up Harry’s thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of the erect cock in front of him. “Touch yourself for me love.”
Harry blushed. He’d been called hot and sexy before, but never beautiful. It made him feel odd but lovely all at the same time. Harry stared at Louis; the blue of his eyes glowed as Harry reached down and wrapped his hand around himself. He stroked himself slowly, he moaned when Louis licked his lips and his pupils expanded, almost taking over the beautiful blue that Harry enjoyed seeing so much.
Louis broke the stare to place kisses up Harry’s thighs. He switched between thighs, making sure to kiss as much skin as he could. He kissed Harry’s moving hand before dipping down and taking Harry’s balls in his mouth. He suckled gently, causing Harry to throw his head back and let out an audible sigh.
Harry quickened his strokes as he felt his breath pick up. He wanted to feel Louis’ hot mouth on his cock but what he was doing now felt so incredible. “Louis. Lou. Oh god.”
Louis put his hand on Harry’s and slowed his pace. “Hey, lots of time for that love. Slow down.” Louis removed Harry’s hand and put his mouth over Harry. He shifted so he could take more of Harry in and enjoyed the feeling of cock in the back of his throat. He relaxed around Harry and only gagged slightly as he felt his nose touch Harry’s stomach. He hummed gently and gagged again when that caused Harry to buck against him.
“Fuck.” Harry all but growled out. Louis hot mouth was moving slowly up and down his cock and Harry wasn’t sure he’d last long.
Louis pulled his mouth off Harry to suck on his fingers, when they were wet he slipped them under Harry and press gently between his cheeks. He returned his mouth to Harry and hollowed his cheeks to suck.
Harry bucked again as he felt Louis’ fingers probe against him. The combination of Louis fingers and his mouth were too much. He felt the familiar clench in his stomach and placed his hands in Louis’ hair, “I’m going to cum Lou. I’m going to…”
Louis swallowed as Harry’ cum filled his mouth. He swallowed until he felt the hot spurts stop and Harry relax against the couch. He pulled away from Harry and looked up at him. “You alright Harry?”
Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. “Yeah. That was great. That was… wonderful.”
Louis laughed and stood, he grabbed for the beer that he’d set aside and took a long pull from the bottle. “Good.”
Louis looked down when he felt Harry fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. “What are you doing?”
Harry continued to fumble, his fingers undoing the buttons and pulling at the zipper. “Returning the favour.” He pulled at Louis’ jeans and waiting until Louis stepped out of them. Harry reached out and stroked Louis though the tight briefs.
Louis took another drag from his beer before setting it aside and wrapping his hands in Harry’s hair. He looked up to the ceiling as Harry pulled off his briefs and took him in his mouth. Louis groaned at the feeling of Harry bobbing on his cock. He pulled at Harry’s hair and pumped his hips into Harry’s mouth.
Harry moved his hands to cup Louis’ ass and pull him closer. He gagged hard as Louis hit the back of throat but continued to suck. He moaned around Louis when he tugged at his hair.
“Let me fuck your mouth Harry. God you look to pretty like that. Yes love, just like that.” Louis smiled at Harry as he looked up at him, his eyes wet with tears and Louis moaned as Harry sucked harder. “I want to come all over your pretty face Harry. Is that okay?”
Harry pulled his mouth from Louis. He nodded quickly, closing his eyes.
Louis wrapped his hand around his length; he tugged and stroked quickly feeling his orgasm building in his toes. He went up on his toes and watched as his cum erupted all over Harry’s face. He whined as Harry opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch some of the streams that were decorating his face. When he finished, Louis moved to sit on the couch beside Harry. He mimicked Harry’s earlier position and leaned back to catch his breath. He rolled his head to watch as Harry scooped cum from his face to suck off his own fingers. Louis reached out and rubbed small circles into Harry’s back.
Harry hummed quietly as he sucked Louis’ cum from his fingers. “You taste so good Louis.”
Louis laughed, “Thanks. You aren’t so bad yourself.”
Harry leaned back and snuggled into Louis’ neck. “Shower with me Lou?”
Louis nodded and let Harry pull him up off the couch. He followed Harry into the bathroom and watched as Harry tested the water.
Harry offered his hand to Louis and pulled him into the large shower when the water was just right. He pulled Louis against him as the water fell on them. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Harry. Thank you.” Louis pressed a kiss to Harry’s jawline as he snuggled into Harry’s arms.
The two kissed lazily as steam filled the bathroom. The laughed and giggled as they soaped each other up and cleaned each other off. Moans filled the bathroom as they touched each other and stroked each other to a quick orgasm. They both smiled and giggled, kisses snuck in between nips and bites. When Harry turned off the water, he reached for a fluffy towel and dried Louis off before wrapping him in a soft housecoat. He dried himself off and accepted the second housecoat from Louis.
Louis’ mind was tired, his body relaxed. He intertwined his fingers with Harry’s as Harry led him to the large bed.
“Stay with me tonight Louis?” Harry whispered against his ear before nibbling gently.
“I’ll stay. I have to leave early for the show tomorrow, but I’ll stay.”
Louis watched as Harry’s face lit up. He found his phone in his pants and set an alarm.
Harry went around the suite and turned off the lights. He opened the door and told Paul that he was going to bed and that his guest was staying. He said goodnight and closed the door. He disrobed when he found Louis already tucked into the duvet, his eyelids heavy. Harry slid in behind Louis and wrapped his arms around his waist. He placed a kiss on Louis’ shoulder. “Night Louis.”
“Night Harry. I’ll try not to wake you in the morning.” Louis yawned and wiggled himself against Harry, smiling as he felt Harry’s breath hitch. “Sorry, just getting comfy.”
Harry nipped at Louis’ shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed in Louis’ scent. He listened as Louis’ breath slowed and even out, he smiled as soft snores filled the room. He took a deep breath and settled into sleep himself, knowing in his mind that this wasn’t going to be the last time he held Louis in his arms.
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