There was an awkward silence shared between the two as Louis hastily zipped up his fly and Harry got off his knees, wiping his plump, pink lips.
He lay on the plush, dark blue sofa, his normally perfectly gelled hair cascading down his face in a mess of curls and sweat. He wore a smug grin and his unbuttoned shirt clung to his damp, glowing skin. It was slightly transparent and Louis could not help but look at the various tattoos littering his otherwise pristine muscles. In the dark, mood lighting, he looked like a Gucci model, posing like the cat who just got the cream. How ironic.
The room stank of sex and perspirant and the air was hot and heavy. It sat as a reminder of what had just happened.
Harry Edward Styles had just given Louis Tomlinson a blowjob.
A blowjob!
Louis tried to retrace how exactly it had happened. He'd been teasing the rockstar, baiting him, when it took a dark turn and then Harry got angry. That's when it became a blur. One minute they were at a stand off and the next Harry was on his knees, practically begging for it, with big doe eyes.
"This can't happen again," Louis muttered as he ran his fingers through his damp, sweaty hair. He was trying not to think of Harry's strong, thick hands raking through it previously, pulling and gripping hard. He shivered slightly at the memory and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bopping up and down. The star sat up from the sofa and tilted his head in confusion.
"Why? Did I do something wrong? I've never had an unhappy customer," He scoffed.
So he'd done this before. It did not surprise Louis to be honest. No first timer would be able to do what Harry had done with his mouth. He shook his head as if to shake the memory away. It didn't work.
"No Harry, you're my mentor. This shouldn't have happened," Louis sighed as he placed his head in his hands and took a seat on Harry's vanity desk chair. To say he was frustrated and embarrassed would be an understatement. "I don't even know why it happened. What was I thinking?" He groaned. Harry seemed to perk up at that sound, as if it has awoken a memory.
Louis did not want to know.
The rockstar smirked and leant back into the soft blue sofa, gluttony and pride spread across his pretty face. His arms were spread wide, as if he was welcoming a new friend. Louis fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"Don't worry it's not your fault that I'm irresistible," Arrogance oozed off of him and Louis physically gagged, disgusted with the man's attitude towards the situation.
"You're insufferable," He said, grimly, his eyes narrowing in on Harry's extremely messy hair. Despite his repulsion to the situation, he could not help but think 'i did that'. A flush crept up his neck and he ducked his head to hide his reddened face. The mentor seemed indifferent to the insult and snorted.
"Aw come on," He smirked, slowly lifting himself off the couch. He looked at Louis like a meal as he approached, stalking him.
"You weren't complaining when you were moaning my name as you-"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," Louis exclaimed, jumping up from the chair and moving backwards until he hit the wall. He swallowed and Harry's eyes fell on his Adam's apple. The rockstar licked his lips and moved ever closer. His eyes fell to the mark on Louis's neck.
The hickey.
Louis cursed Harry for marking him like that.
"Well, for someone so annoying and unbearable, you are a pretty good-" As Harry's hand landed on the wall, next to Louis's head, his door burst wide open and a rather red faced assistant came in, holding a mobile phone. His eyes widened as he saw the two in such a compromising position and his mouth fell open like a fish.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Harry, Simon is on the phone," The star stepped away from Louis with a gentle sigh. His eyes never left his neck. He was sure that the star was still eyeing the hickey he'd given him.
"Shit ok, duty calls," He said with a wink before leaving the room.
Louis leaned against the cold wall, breathless and a little afraid. What had he just done?
In his short but eventual life, Louis had done a lot a stuff that he had regretted. He'd slept with teachers for good grades, done various drugs at parties. Hell, he lost his virginity to a 40 year old man that he met over the Internet at age 15.
He hadn't exactly been an angel.
This was on the top of the list though. He struggled to even comprehend what he had just done. This was his career over. Harry could not keep him around after that.
Did Louis even want to be around?
His head was a mess and he was so confused and embarrassed. Despite all that, however, he couldn't help but think back to Harry's soft lips on him. He was surprisingly gentle. Desperate and needy yes, but never aggressive. The thought caused Louis to let out a small whimper. One that he quickly stifled.
Harry Styles was trouble. The sooner he learnt that, the better.
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Louis Tomlinson lay on an unfamiliar bed, staring at the forgotten ceiling. He'd been at the hotel for several hours now and hadn't moved a muscle. He seemed rooted to the plush, linen sheets that tickled his soft skin. His phone had rung a few times but he couldn't bring himself to answer it. It probably wasn't important anyway.
The longer Louis stared at the ceiling, the more he began to notice its small imperfections. There was a small yellow mark just above his head, perhaps damage from a champagne bottle bursting? And every so often, a small dark crack would interrupt the otherwise pristine white paint. He wondered if he would have noticed these if he hadn't paid attention. How many people actually paid attention to a ceiling? How many would stare at one for hours on end?
"Not many", he concluded, his whispering voice breaking the eery silence in the empty room.
His phone seemed to hear this and began to spring into life again: its harsh ringtone piercing through Louis's peaceful surroundings.
He sighed. He needed to answer it.
"Loubear! How did it go?" Louis tensed and pulled his phone away from his ear to dull the screeching on the other end. He imagined his crazy Irish best friend jumping up and down as he wailed into the speaker, his long blonde hair bouncing in rhythm.
"It went well, Ni. I got through," He replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. He'd never been a good liar, and his voice was dripping with doubt and cracked on the last word.
"Oh my god Lou! That's amazing! Why aren't you happy?" Louis sighed, leaning back onto the soft mattress, its all-encompassing flowery scent clogging up his nostrils.
"I am Niall. I promise I just-" He paused for a moment. Surely he could not tell him could he? That could get him into all kinds of trouble. But then again, they told each other everything and Louis could never lie to him.
"I did something really stupid,"
Silence rang out on the other end of the line and Louis could just about make out the quiet, gentle breaths of Niall, as he processed the information. He could almost hear the clogs turning in the Irish man's brain before he finally cleared his throat.
'Lou, what did you do?" He asked cautiously. There was a sense of unease and nervousness in his voice.
The boy from Doncaster began to pick at a loose thread of cotton in the duvet cover, trying work out how he could articulate what had happened.
"It's bad, really bad," He admitted. Niall's breath hitched over the phone.
"How bad?" He asked, now clearly concerned. Louis pictured his worried face, brows creased and a slight frown present on his lips. He was probably slouching over the kitchen table with his head resting on one of his hands.
Guilt seeped into Louis's veins.
"Really, really bad Ni. I've screwed up big time," He began to pull harder at the thread which came loose, wrapping itself around his finger like a hook trapping a fish. Yet again, Louis was prey, and caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Louis Tomlinson. You better explain yourself right now," Niall snapped on the other end of the phone, growing increasingly annoyed by Louis's ambiguity.
"I kissed my mentor," Louis blurted out, sitting up. The thread detangled itself from his dainty soft fingers and fell to the floor like a feather. He watched as it settled to the carpet. In the silence of the room and on the line, he swore he heard it land with a quiet thud.
Eventually, Niall broke the silence, a little shocked and confused by Louis's admission.
"You mean Harry Styles?!" He gasped, unsure of his own words.
"Yes I mean Harry Styles," Louis nodded before remembering his friend couldn't see him.
This earned a scoff from Niall and he could visualise him shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval.
"I thought you hated him," He sighed, clearly done with Louis's actions, and he had every right to be.
Since Niall moved from Ireland to Doncaster three years ago, he had been Louis's number one cheerleader, and to have him admit to basically throwing away his career with a kiss, was probably extremely frustrating.
"I did, I do, I don't know what happened. One minute we were arguing and the next he was on his knees,"
"Sorry what? Why was he on his knees? I thought you said you kissed?" Louis flushed, realising he'd released too much information.
Niall sounded absolutely horrified. Despite the embarrassment, Louis figured it would be best to just rip the band-aid off.
"Yeah. We did and then he blew me," He replied bluntly, trying to keep emotion out of his voice. He toed the white thread on the floor, watching as it moved and bent with his feet: a fine line standing out against the dark carpet.
"Louis what the fuck?!" Niall screamed on the other end of the phone. Louis removed the mobile from his ear, wincing as the sound pierced through his brain. He knew that Niall's reaction would be extreme but he was not expecting this.
"I know, I know. It's bad," He admitted, a little ashamed of his actions. This was going to be a serious problem.
"Louis he's straight and married," Niall said, calming down a little. Louis swallowed and his eyes widened.
If he was being perfectly honest, he'd forgotten all about the blonde bombshell megastar. Taylor did not even cross his mind, even when Harry's wedding ring caressed his pale skin and goosebumps appeared on his waist like braille. It was at this moment he realised that he was an awful person. Despite that, however, he could help but think about the other statement.
Was Harry straight? He couldn't be. The way he had kissed Louis suggested familiarity and reassurance. A straight man would not kiss another man like that. A straight man wouldn't kiss another man full-stop.
"I can assure you that he is not straight. He was far too comfortable with me and his mouth-," Niall interrupted before Louis could go into more detail.
"He's still married!" He gasped.
Louis groaned, looking back at the ceiling, concentrating on one of the dark cracks that resembled a tiny 28. He smiled a little at that, debating whether not it was the right time to take a picture.
It probably wasn't.
In fact, it definitely wasn't.
He leaned back into the phone, eventually answering his friend.
"Yes, Niall I know. He kissed me ok?! I don't know what happened!" He admitted. It was not a lie. His encounter with the rockstar had been a blur that had left him speechless and baffled. Confusion riddled in his brain and the thought of what they did made his hands clammy and his head spin.
"Surely that's some sort of breach of contract. He could be taking advantage. You should tell someone," Niall said, trying to be practical. Deep down Louis knew he was right but:
"No!" He objected, desperation and panic drenching his shaky voice. "I mean... I don't want to detract from the show. It'll be all over the press," He said, quickly trying to cover up his mini outburst. Niall seemed to buy it and he could hear him hum over the phone.
"And they'll paint you out to be the bad guy," He added, something which Louis had not thought about. Would people call him a home wrecker? Was he a home wrecker? No. Home wreckers ruined relationships. He hadn't ruined Haylor's relationship... yet.
"So what are you gonna do?" Niall asked, genuinely interested in Louis's thought process. Unfortunately, he was not going to learn much.
"Honestly? I don't know. Ignore him?" He admitted, as he brought his feet back onto the bed. The pair rested on the soft mattress, his toes curling into the fabric.
"Ok that sounds like a plan but how easy is that gonna be?"
"Not very, to be honest. We've got a month until the live shows, but we move into his house in a few days," Louis sighed. He had not actually thought that far ahead and had forgotten about those rules in the craziness of everything. He was fucked.
"You're gonna be living in his house?!" Niall seemed to agree with him. He was well and truly, royally fucked.
"Yes, Niall. We've just established that," He said, trying to remain calm. Hearing the words from someone else panicked him and Niall was stressing him out enough anyway.
"OMG what if Taylor is there? You gonna be his Monica Lewinsky?" The Irishman chuckled. Louis rolled his eyes at the joke.
It had taken his friend all of two minutes to get over the fact that Louis had had sexual relations with one of the most famous people on the planet, and he was already cracking jokes about the situation. This was one of the reasons why he loved Niall, but also one of the reasons why he despised him at times.
"No, Niall. I won't be. And I doubt she'll be there anyway," He shrugged, trying to remain neutral. There was a small part of his brain that hoped it to be true, but he would not admit that. The Donny boy was purely using logic, and not letting his non-existent emotions guide him.
"Why?" Niall asked, confused at the statement.
"I'm not sure. I got a weird vibe about their relationship," Louis thought back to those Polaroid photos on Harry's mirror and the lack of his wife. Not to mention the fact that he seemed to have absolutely no regrets about kissing Louis.
"Wishful thinking?" Niall laughed, his distinctive giggle making Louis smile, despite the joke being at his expense.
"Right I'm hanging up now," He joked and Niall chuckled even more.
"Aww I'm sorry mate I'm only teasing. Congrats on getting through you deserved it!" He said, laughter dying down a bit. Louis smiled and looked up at the ceiling again. It felt good to hear his best friend say that.
"Thanks Ni. Any other words of wisdom?" He asked, a grin plastered across his face.
"get that head, get that bread and leave," Niall replied, putting on an American accent. Louis rolled his eyes at the Tiktok reference. His friend was becoming far too obsessed with that app.
"been there, done that!" He replied, sassily, which earned another chuckle from Niall. "I'll see you soon!"
"Ok mate. I love youuuuuu," Niall sang into the phone before hanging up.
Once the line went dead, Louis sighed. Despite the jokes that had been made between them, he knew that he was in major trouble.
Louis Tomlinson was in far too deep with Harry Styles. And Harry Styles so happened to be a married mega rockstar with a drug and attitude problem. And Louis was going to be living with him.