"Louis?"
He pulls me more further and further.
I try to turn to face the person calling my name.
"Harry? Harry!"
He's occupied behind the bar, pouring a drunk a drink. He meets my eye and puts down the bottle immediately. His skin shines with what seems to be a body glitter.
He looks like a god, standing in a tight uniform paired with his long hair dangling just over his structured shoulders. His legs reveal themselves when he struggles to get through the crowd.
Running over to us, Rick still pulling me, I try to use my heels to stop him, pushing against his strength. And failing.
"Louis!" He calls out again.
Rick seems to pick up the pace, as soon as Harry starts catching up.
"Louis you want this- you want me too fuck you."
"No I fucking don't Rick." No matter what I try to say he doesn't stop.
I hear footsteps running up from behind me.
A metre away from the elevator Harry jumps in front of him. Stopping him directly in his path.
"Move mate, We've got a place to be-"
Rick suddenly release my wrist, his sweaty hand leaves a trail of sweat on my arm.
He swaze back and takes a lunge forward, swinging at Styles, pounding him in the left cheek. I wince as Harry nearly falls.
Harry takes a second to ground himself before punching him in his eye two times harder than before.
I feel shitty just standing, observing so I step to the left, now standing next to Harry.
"Louis help me-"
Rick calls out, smiling at me.
My anger rushes to my fist, the urge to swing at him hits me. I raise my fist before pounding it into his nose, I hear the crack of his nose before lifting my foot to boot him in the balls immediately making him fall to the ground, covering his groin. Blood drenches out of his nose.
I turn around, the elevator door opens just in time for me to step in, Harry steps after me. Leaving him with a black eye and broken nose.
"Get out you pervs." Harry looks over at the two men watching us.
They do as he asks.
~~
As soon as the door shuts I sit on the ground of the lift, I curl my legs into my chest.
"Louis?" He crouches down next to me.
I silently try too control my emotions while breathing into my arms.
"How did you find out I worked here? What are you even doing here?" His voice soft and silky, it's a lot nicer than Ricks, I've missed it.
I pass the sheet of paper to him from my pocket.
"Shit, you really wanted too find me so you went to my mom? That's dedication."
I scoff.
"How did you even get a job in a bar at our age?" I look up, my cheeks feel raw.
"I don't work in a bar Louis."
I turn to face him. Tear drops continue to hang from my lips, I try to steady my breathing.
"I work at the Moses."
"I don't know what the Moses is-"
"It's a strip club. A gay one."
Looking back I most likely did know just didn't realise it.
"Louis. Look at me."
I look into his eyes, the elevator light hitting them perfectly.
"Did he touch you or hurt you?"
I breathe through my nose and out my mouth. But it's not fucking helping.
"He-" I try to reply but the flood works take over. I quickly cover my eyes with my right hand only.
Harry sits next too me silently for a second. Before standing up.
I assume he's about to leave when I feel his arms under my legs and his other one supporting my back.
"Oh my god- Harry no-"
The elevator door opens and people wait outside to use it. I cover my face with my hands. He hoists me up into his arms, he carries me with such delicacy.
"We can talk outside." He whispers in my ear, as he continues walking around reception.
"Dolly!" He shouts to a girl.
"Styles!" I recognise that voice.
I peek out over my finger tips, we're standing at the front desk.
"Do you mind if I-"
"You found him!" I look over at her.
It's the extraordinary girl from earlier.
I nodd at her.
"You're met Dolly! Why didn't you tell me Louis!"
"Well she just told me where you were- I didn't know she was the Dolly."
"Louis meet Dolly my manager and Dolly meet Louis my... Lou."
She smiles bright at me so I return the look. Although the night has continued she still remains breath taking- I wish I liked women.
"Anyway, do you mind if I leave," He grabs my wrist and checks my watch, "10 minutes early?"
"That's fine Styles, I hope too see you soon Louis!"
"Later Dolly." He smiles at the blond before heading for the exit.
Boy is he embarrassing.
~~
He places me softly on a bench behind one of the trees next to the structure.
"I'm sorry about making you leave early- If you wanna finish your shift I can go-"
He presses his soft lips against mine, my heart rate slows. It feels like time slows down and stops when I'm with him.
It feels like I'm at peace, comfortable.
He pulls back and kisses my forehead.
"I'm so sorry that today even happened."
"It's not your fault some men are fucking perverted."
I feel a tear slip down my cheek.
"I just don't believe you work at a gay strip club."
He laughs in responce.
"Can I watch one time?"
"Just don't tell anyone at school will you?"
I shake my head.
We sit in silence for a little while. Comfortable silence.
~~
"Louis?"
"Mhm"
I continue to sit on the bench, where as he rests his head on my lap, we both look up at he night sky.
"I'm jealous of you."
"Why would you be jealous of me?"
"Your so rich in emotion." He chuckles.
"Huh?"
"You...feel so much. Whereas I barely feel at all, I wish I could feel like you do."
We look at the stars patterns above our heads, it's not scary when Harrys here.
"I could...feel for you?"
"You would do that? for me?"
He sits up and looks over, I don't return his look. I carry on staring at the stars above.
"I would do anything for you."
I can feel his eyes searching my face- trying to read how I'm feeling. Trying to read my emotion.
It used to annoy me when he examined me, when he would endlessly stare.
But now I realise that he can't feel how the average human feels- he needs to read other people too know how to act.
He needs to project.
~~
I feel my jaw grow wider, my mouth gaping. I let out a giant yawn.
"You tired?" He hops off the bench, reaching a hand out for me.
I grab it.
"Can I stay at yours?"
"No shit."
I stretch my legs, the bench that uncomfortable, my back is stiff.
"Race, in three, two... one."
I run like my life depends on it, not checking too see if he's behind me. I'm reassured he is by the sounds of his feel approaching.
~~
"Ha! I win bozo!" I put an L to my forehead waiting for Harry at the front door.
He runs, eventually catching up.
"You're lucky Rick was a weak puncher- you would have a black eye right now."
"I probably will tomorrow- why is the door not opening?" He struggles to twist the door handle of the front door.
"I locked it." I pull the key out my pocket- smiling dramatically at him.
Handing him the key I brush his hair out of his eye.
"You're so gorgeous."
His cheeks flush- I decide not to comment on it.
We step through the door it's quiet. I shut and lock it behind us.
"You need to start locking the-"
He grabs my face and pulls it towards his pushing me against the wall next to the door, I let him take over. Trying not to think about Rick.
His soft tongue battles mine as he undoes my zip, I try to remove his shirt with my unoccupied hands. I eventually through it on the floor next to the couch. I let his hands do as they wish.
~~