Kings and Beggars of the World - Part 10

Aug 31, 2012 21:14


Title: Kings and Beggars of the World

Rating: NC-17

Author: braincloud2

Parings: Harry/Louis, ot5

Warnings: Unexplained time-travel, and some offensive language.

Disclaimer: Don’t own, this is fiction.

Word Count: 50,000+

Summary: Harry’s on tour and he feels on top of the world-that is-until he wakes up one morning to find himself at the first day of the X Factor boot-camp, just sixteen years old again, and absolutely terrified that he’s just lost the last two years of his life.

A/N: Thank you everyone, you’ve all been really nice, I love you. I think I went into 1D withdrawal after my winter break ended and real life intruded. Anyway, please read on, this was supposed to be one part, but turned enormous xx

Pt 1 --- Pt 2 --- Pt 3 --- Pt 4 --- Pt 5 --- Pt 6 --- Pt 7 --- Pt 8 --- Pt 9



The crowds roared, forming a wall of sound hitting Harry’s flushed face after the final chords. The lights of the stage were blinding and brilliant. The other boys’ hands on his back were pounding what little air he had left out of his lungs as they hugged him. People were standing in the audience, cheering wildly and Harry couldn’t even hear the judges trying to talk over it. Louis Walsh’s face was shining in excitement, and Dannii’s blue eyes looked huge in her make-up, while Cheryl and Simon rose from their seats to give them a standing ovation, though Simon’s smile looked to be more contrived to Harry.

The arm around Harry’s neck pulled him in tighter, and Zayn’s cologne filled his nose. He breathed deeper, concentrating on the scent and the sweat glistening on Zayn’s neck and the audience screams in his ears.

1D

The next day rehearsing for the group performance was just as hectic as always, with the added stress of Harry trying to avoid Simon they whole day. The man was somehow managing to be accusing without actually once talking or looking at Harry and it was making Harry feel strange and small. Not only that, but it felt like there was a weird vibe amongst the other contestants, and Harry kept turning around to find them looking at him. Finally the day was drawing to a close with most of preparations that the boys needed to do all wrapped up for the results show, and Harry couldn’t be more relieved to finally be backstage.

‘-almost unnatural though, am I right?’ Geneva from Belle Amie was saying to her band mates as Harry approached for his water bottle.

‘Gen, shh,’ Sophia shushed her quickly, her eyes on Harry.

All four of the girls fell silent as Harry grabbed his bottle and took a long draught, guzzling the liquid for his dry throat. The silence seemed loud in his ears as he drank and he could feel their eyes on him, and suddenly all he wanted was to be away from here. He smacked the top back down on his bottle and thumped it back on the small table, and turning to leave. He couldn’t help glancing at the girls, and he saw them exchanging glances and raising eyebrows, and he couldn’t stand it, a hot horrible feeling like betrayal bubbling inside his stomach. These girls had been perfectly nice last time they were here, why were they like this now?

He stalked away, following the sounds of Niall’s laughter off to the side of the audience seats at the door of the backstage area.

‘Yeah, yeah, Liam!’ Louis was calling, and as Harry got close he could hear the sounds of Liam beat-boxing. ‘Come on, come on, rock that body!’

Harry turned the corner to find both Liam and Louis shaking their arses in time at a cameraman set up off to the side. He blinked for a moment, not sure what he was seeing for a moment. Niall was clutching his stomach in one of the audience seats, going red with laughing so hard.

Louis spun around raising his arms above his head. ‘I wanna rock right now. I wanna, I wanna rock right now, yeah!’ He gave a massive thrust of his hips, and Liam broke off his beat-boxing, half-coughing through his laugh as he fell into the seat at Niall’s side.

‘Harry.’ Louis jumped over to put an arm around him, and with a chipmunk voice asked, ‘Did you like my dance?’

‘You’ve done bigger thrusts than that,’ Harry said.

Louis slapped a hand over Harry’s mouth. ‘Naughty. There’s cameras about.’

‘I meant on stage. And there’s always cameras about.’ Harry ducked out from under Louis’ arm.

Louis narrowed his eyes. ‘What’s with you? You’ve been all weird and quiet for ages, did something happen?’

‘No,’ Harry sighed. ‘Think I’m just tired, and basically want to get away for a bit. Clear my head or something.’

The cameraman moved off now that the boys had stopped doing anything interesting, and Liam and Niall were both engrossed in conversation as they watched the crew moved about on stage. Zayn was nowhere to be seen, but most of the other contestants were milling about unneeded for the moment.

‘Right. We’re sneaking out then,’ Louis said decisively, and he grabbed Harry’s wrist pulling him around.

‘What do you mean? We can’t go now.’

Louis arched an eyebrow. ‘I said we’re going to sneak out. What does that mean, Harold?’

‘Erm... we’re going to sneak out?’ Harry guessed.

‘Exactly. Got it in one.’

‘What if they need us on stage though?’

‘They won’t notice we’re gone, we’ll just pop out to the shops real quick like and get back.’

‘Like ninjas,’ Harry said, smiling.

‘Yes,’ Louis whispered, grinning at him. ‘Just like ninjas.’

He ducked to the floor and scuttled through the backstage door in a crouch. Trying not laugh, Harry followed his lead and crept out through the door. For most part they managed to remain unnoticed, ducking out of sight, rolling swiftly past doorways and crawling on the hands and knees at points before reaching the back exit out of the studio. Louis flung the door open with relish, startling the two guards by the boom-gate.

‘Hello there!’ Louis said.

‘Ello. Where are you two trouble makers off to then?’ Bob, the larger of the two guards asked.

‘Just off to the shops, don’t mind us.’

‘Best be quick while it’s not raining.’ Bob took a sip from the coffee in his hand, the cardboard mug dwarfed in his large hands. ‘Those girls that were waiting for you here all went round the front to join the others under the shelter. They’ll be back soon enough though now the rains stopped.’

‘No worries,’ Louis said. ‘We’ll bring you back something from the store. Donuts are your favourite, right?’

Bob raised his free hand in thanks, beaming smile digging into his large cheeks, and they slipped by the boom-gate and left the guards behind.

They walked up the road and turned the corner, and suddenly it was just Louis and him with the street open and empty before them. Harry couldn’t remember the last time it had just been the two of them in the wide open like this, and as a whoosh of cold air came over his face, and it was like all the clinging thoughts from the auditorium just dropped away.

He breathed deep, letting all the cold air into his lungs. ‘We should get some bags of lollies to eat,’ he said.

Louis was looking into the windows of the shops, and he hummed without turning. Harry frowned and tapped the older boy’s hand to get his attention.

Louis’ bright eyes flicked around to meet his, but flickered away just as quick. ‘Yeah, sure,’ he said, pulling his hands away and sliding them into his pockets, going back to looking into the windows.

Harry was kind of bemused by the other boy’s behaviour, and he examined his face carefully, noticing how his eyes were flicking about and the strange tension in his neck like he was aware Harry was looking at him, and didn’t know what to do about it. It was like Louis had never been alone outside with Harry before, which was plain ridiculous. He was being ridiculous.

Harry walked quicker to get in front of Louis, turning to walk backwards with his hands in his pockets, and gaze fixed on the older boy.

‘What are you doing?’ Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘What are you doing?’ Harry returned, a sly grin digging into his cheeks. He mirrored Louis movement, taking a step back every time Louis took a step forward.

Louis kept his face blank, but he started taking slightly larger steps, nearly catching Harry’s shoes before he could step away. Harry laughed, speeding up and moving quicker. Then Louis propelled forward, nose coming right up close to Harry’s before Harry jumped away, laughing harder now. Louis grinned properly as he watched Harry. Success zinged through him and he kept staring back, trying to drink the older boy’s smile through his eyes.

‘Whoa-’ His heel hit a step sticking out on the pavement, and his stomach dropped as he tripped backwards, yanking his hands out of his pockets to flail. Louis caught his hand at the last second and saved him from falling.

‘You idiot,’ he said through his laughter.

‘Shut up,’ Harry said, bumping his shoulder into Louis’ as they started walking normally again. ‘You love it, don’t deny it.’

Louis gave him a long look, smile going a little smaller. ‘Come on, Styles, the shops are just up here.’

1D

They were only gone twenty minutes in the store. Louis filled one the plastic baskets with every kind of sweets he could find, while Harry grabbed a couple cans of soft drink and energy drink, and they finished by piling large bags of crisps on top.

Two girls in the chips isle recognised them and asked them for photos, and the boys obliged easily. As they left the girls behind, Harry heard them squealing and saying something about twitter.

The cashier was a balding man in his late-thirties, and he wrinkled his nose when Louis slung an arm around Harry’s neck chatting as he poked with his other hand at the celebrities faces on the magazines on display. Harry pressed back against him, grinning wider at the cashier as the man harrumphed, turning away with disgust evident on his face.

Louis laughed when Harry told him after they left through the side exit of the store. ‘Are you serious? I didn’t even notice.’

‘I know,’ Harry said. ‘I even brushed my hand up your neck, and you just kept talking, even as he full on scowled at us.’

‘You bugger, you kept all the fun for yourself,’ Louis accused him.

They turned the corner, the plastic shopping bags bumping into Harry’s thigh as he laughed at Louis.

A high-pitched scream cut through their conversation, immediately multiplying a hundred fold in volume. Harry looked behind him.

A mass of girls milling near the main store front entrance were screaming at the top of their lungs all staring at him and Louis, jumping and pointing as they grabbed at each other. The two girls from inside the store must have posted their location on twitter, and all the girls out the front of the X Factor studio had come looking for them.

‘Whoa.’ Louis stared.

‘Oh, the fan-girls found us,’ Harry said.

‘There’s like three hundred of them,’ Louis said, eyes wide. ‘I hate to say it, Haz, but I think we’re going to die.’

‘We’re not going to die,’ Harry said, laughing. ‘They just want a picture or something.’

‘Oh my God!’ a girl screamed. ‘Harry Styles! Oh my God!’

Another started running. ‘I love you, Louis! Please marry me! Marry me!’

The girls rushed forward, screaming as they spilled out across the road and charged straight for them, waving posters and phones. All of them wearing the same rampant expression as they shrieked.

Louis tugged at Harry’s arm pulling him backwards. ‘Okay, okay, we have to run now.’

Harry tried to pull his arm free. ‘We’re not running from our fans, Lou.’

‘Yes, we bloody well are!’ Louis yanked hard on his arm, and Harry jerked forward, losing his grip on his shopping bag, and it dropped to the pavement and slumped over.

‘Hang on, Louis, I dropped the-’ Harry bent to grab it.

‘What are you doing?’ Louis’ voice went high.

‘Getting the bag-’

‘Leave the bag, it’s gone! There’s nothing we can do for it, Harry-now run!’

He looked up as horns blew from cars as the mob of girls charged across the road, the noise becoming deafeningly loud as the mass reached their side of the road, gaining within fifty metres of the two of them. The girl in the lead had huge wild eyes fixed on him, pushing ahead of the other girls, as she screamed his name in one continuous sound.

‘Louis, I think maybe-’

‘Just run!’

Harry allowed himself to be pulled back, Louis hauling on his arm, and the wind was blowing his hair into his eyes as he stumbles and nearly fell as Louis pulled him. Louis was shouting in his ear, but the screams of the girls were now too close and too loud to be heard over. They broke into a racing sprint, and the girls shrieked behind them. Harry risked a glance over his shoulder and saw them reach his abandoned shopping bag, their shoes tripping over it and pounding it into the cement, before one girl snatched it up and another tore at it, both of them wanting whatever was inside it, getting overtaken by the crowd of girls swarming past them.

Louis’ hand came down on Harry’s shoulder, wrenching his attention back to the front as they sprinted together past the row of shop-fronts.

Louis was yelling what sounded like, ‘Oh my God, they’re insane!’

Harry couldn’t help laughing at him as he ran. Louis caught his eye, his face full of disbelief and his eyes alight with excitement, and Harry knew he wore a similar expression. Cars continued to honk in the streets, shoppers stopped in the path and stared, mouth agape at the sight behind the boys while others snapped pictures with their camera-phones. They reached the end of the street swiftly, and dashed around the corner, Louis finally letting go of Harry’s shoulder so they could both run faster.

He can’t have imagined what they must have looked like racing around the corner, their clothes and hair flying wildly in the wind, Louis still yelling one long sound as his legs and arms pumped like pistons, with all the screams of the girls rendering through the air, still out of sight.

Harry saw Bob by the gate stand up from where he was leaning, frowning up the street at them, coffee still in hand. He saw the change in Bob’s face the moment the girls came around the corner after them.

The coffee cup fell from Bob’s hand and his mouth opened, staring behind Harry and Louis at the mob of girls that spilled around the corner-and just kept coming after the two of them. Bob fumbled for his radio and spoke into it rapidly, as the other guard moved forward, his usually stoic face full of horror.

‘Harry!’ a girl shrieked from right behind Harry, and he felt finger-tips graze his shoulder. ‘I touched him! I actually touched him!’

There was a swell of sound behind them, impossibly even louder than before, the girls realising that the boys were almost about to escape back into the studio. Harry had never been incredibly athletic, the other boys had him beat in most of the sports they played, and it was telling now as Louis pulled slightly ahead of him, and another hand tugged at the arm of his jacket.

‘Harry, I love you!’

Bob and the other security man stepped forward from the gate, holding their arms out like huge human trees, barricading the way for the girls. Louis reached them first, ducking under their arms and the boom-gate and springing up on the other side, before looking back for Harry. Hands tugged at Harry’s clothes, nearly pulling him over as he tried to keep running, voice screaming and pleading with him not to go in his ears. He ducked under Bob’s arms and the two guards stepped closer then, yelling at the girls in booming voices to back off.

Harry staggered up on the other side of the boom-gate, and Louis steadied him briefly before pulling him towards the side entrance door. More security guards burst out of the door, before they could reach it, and they flattened themselves against the wall quickly as three more men and one woman rushed to help to the girls from following the boys under the gate. Louis and Harry slipped through the entrance and ran down the corridor, dodging several wide-eyed people as they made their way back to the main auditorium. They crashed through the backstage door and out into the audience floor, nearly tripping over Zayn, Liam and Niall in the process.

‘Oh my God!’ Louis clutched at the first person he got to, a surprised Zayn. ‘You’ll never fucking believe it! You won’t ever.’

‘What?’ Liam asked, hopping to his feet. ‘What’s happened?’

‘You been runnin’ or somet’ing?’ Niall asked, frowning.

‘Our new fans are insane!’ Louis said. ‘They tried to kill us!’

‘They didn’t.’ Liam looked aghast.

Harry tried to catch his breath. ‘Mildly deadly ones.’

‘You mean absolutely bonkers!’ Louis said, clinging to Zayn’s arm like he was about to fall over.

‘I don’t get it, what happened?’ Zayn said.

‘You should have seen it!’ Louis stood up and clasped Zayn’s face. ‘It was just like when we did the Red and Black concert but actually real.’

Simon’s voice cut in sharply. ‘When you did the what?’

Harry spun about to see the entire room had stopped, and Simon was less than five feet away from them. People were staring at them, the other contestants looking confused at what was going on, and most of the crew on stage were listening to the radios and exchanging worried looks.

‘Did you just say, the Red and Black concert?’ Simon repeated, brow crinkled and his eyes narrowing on Harry for the first time that day.

Harry’s mouth went dry, and all the other boys had gone silent staring at the man. Louis had gone pale, and he was half-covering his mouth like he could take back the words.

‘What do you mean-?’

‘Mr. Cowell, sir!’ A crew member rushed up to Simon. ‘There’s an issue at the back gate, the guards need permission to put up a temporary barrier.’

Simon continued to frown at the boys for a moment longer, before allowing himself to turn away. ‘Alright, I’m coming.’

The five of them gazed at each other in silence after he’d gone, before Louis broke it hoarsely. ‘Shit. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear.’

‘Nah ‘tis fine. We can prob’ly pass it off as a joke or the like,’ Niall said, waving his hand and shrugging.

Harry didn’t feel so sure, and Liam and Zayn exchanged frowns.

‘Yeah, hopefully,’ Zayn said.

1D

They didn’t get cornered by Simon that night like Harry was expecting, instead because of the emergency with the girls and because they had nearly been finished anyway, they had been packed up into the cars and sent back to the house early.

News spread of what had happened amongst the contestants, and now even Mary, Rebecca and Cher were falling silent around him, like they were just talking about him before he entered the room. While Matt and Aiden had joked around a little with Harry about him loving the screaming fans chasing him, there had been an edge to it that he hadn’t quite liked. Meanwhile, the Belle Amie girls seethed with almost visible jealousy every time he saw them, making comments that became increasingly biting. The other boys noticed the strangely tense atmosphere of the house during dinner, and they retreated to the games room afterwards, playing more quietly than they usually would.

Harry couldn’t sit still on the couch though. It felt like his nerves hadn’t quit racing all afternoon, and soon enough he stood up and tugged at Louis’ shirt collar, meaning for him to follow him. Louis gave up watching Liam and Zayn play, and followed Harry without asking why, padding up the stairs in his bare feet behind Harry and up to their empty bedroom.

‘Crazy day, huh?’ Louis said, once Harry closed the door.

Harry answered him by pushing forward and digging his hand into Louis’ hair, capturing his lips in a hard kiss. Louis didn’t miss a beat, clutching back at Harry and pulling him in tight, he tilted his head back and let Harry just take what he wanted. Harry had his eyes closed tight as he licked further into the other boy’s mouth, and Louis dug his hands into Harry’s hipbones, a small moan vibrating in his throat when Harry thrust his tongue right inside his mouth and pushed it against the wet muscle there.

‘Har-’ Louis pulled back for air, and Harry took the opportunity to push them both forward to the beds.

He moved his hand to the top of Louis’ head and shoved him down so he wouldn’t hit his head on the frame of the top bunk, and Louis fell onto the lower bunk, spreading his hands on the mattress to steady himself and gazing up at Harry with dark eyes. Harry followed him down, climbing onto his lap, having to keep his body bent to stop his head hitting the top bunk, and kissing Louis again. He tugged at the hem of Louis’ shirt, but couldn’t stop kissing him long enough to pull it over his head.

Louis battered his hands away from the material, pulling free with a gasp. ‘Stop-stop it, you’ll rip it. Let me-’ Louis pulled his shirt over his head and threw it away.

Harry scrambled forward again, running his hands over every bit of Louis’ skin he could reach, from his broad shoulders down over his muscled chest the planes of his stomach. He dug his finger-nails into the dip of Louis’ hips where they met Harry’s spread legs and up again, thumbing over Louis’ nipples, and smoothing up to grip the back of his neck once more. Harry leaned in to bite into his lower lip, tightening his thighs, and rolling down on Louis’ lap.

‘Oh, fuck.’ Louis groaned. His whole body shivered, his arm coming around swiftly to grab Harry’s waist, stopping him from moving any more. ‘Wait, wait. Are we-?’

‘Yes,’ Harry said, capturing Louis’ lips again, his hands shifting down to the button of the older boy’s jeans and thumbing it open.

Louis jerked his head free again, his hair mussed and sticking up. ‘Hang on, you want to actually, like really-’

‘I’m saying I want you to fucking split me in half, Tomlinson,’ Harry said into the older boy’s neck.

‘Jesus, fuck,’ Louis said, his hips jerking into Harry.

He wanted to feel nothing else but Louis everywhere, wanted to be so close that he couldn’t breath anything but the other boy. He wanted to block everything else out and just be with Louis. He gasped wetly against Louis’ skin, the tight friction already feeling so fantastic, he almost didn’t want to move and he rolled his hips again, trying to get more of it as he mouthed along the other boy’s neck.

Louis’ arm around his waist tightened, and he huffed into Harry’s hair, stopping him from moving once more. ‘You need to get lube.’

Harry dug his teeth into Louis’ neck to show what he thought about that. Louis’ hand came up and shoved between Harry’s face and his neck, his fingers clawing into Harry’s mouth, pressing Harry’s head right back until they could see eye to eye again.

‘Get the lube, Harry,’ Louis repeated lightly, his eyes holding a wicked gleam.

Harry resisted, glaring down at him, but Louis just licked his lips instead. He pushed firmly at Harry’s throat, forcing him to lean further and further back on his lap, until he was uncomfortably bent backwards from his kneeling position.

‘The lube,’ Louis repeated.

Harry pants were painfully tight now. ‘Fine,’ he agreed.

Louis let go instantly, and Harry rolled off him to the floor. ‘In Liam’s bag, the far-left pocket,’ Louis said.

‘Why does Liam have lube? And how do you know?’ Harry said, yanking Liam’s bag towards him and rifling through the pocket.

‘Seen him use it, haven’t I? And trust me, a strapping, virile male like Payne needs it.’

Harry glanced back at Louis to see he had unzipped himself, pushing his hand down and lightly squeezing himself as he watched Harry bending over the bag.

‘Bastard,’ Harry muttered, finally finding the tube he was looking for. He stood up and chucked it at Louis.

‘Careful of the goods,’ Louis said, rubbing his chest where it had struck him.

Harry took no notice, shucking his shirt and trousers to five seconds flat, and freeing himself from the uncomfortable constriction. He threw his clothes across the room, standing up tall and moving back over to the bed.

Louis had one leg bent up and the other stretched out, his eyes still dark on Harry as his hand continued to dip into the open of his jeans. He raised an eyebrow as Harry just stood there watching him.

Harry raised his arms up to grab to frame of the top bunk and indulgently stretched his body out. He flexed his body into long line of pale muscle, his eyelids lowering and his mouth slipping open as he put everything on display for Louis. The older boy’s cool façade faltered, his hand stilling on himself, and his eyes flicking all over Harry hungrily.

Harry said nothing, he only smirked slowly.

‘Shut up,’ Louis said, lunging up for him to grab him by the elbows and pull him down. Harry went easy, sliding down on top of Louis and resuming straddling the other’s lap. Louis and smoothed over his back and down to his thighs pulling him in closer and drifting up to play along the curves of Harry’s arse.

Harry breathed out into Louis’ mouth, goose-bumps going right up his spine. ‘Lou, please, can we-’

‘Yeah, it’s alright, babe, I’ve got it,’ Louis mumbled.

Harry blinked at the pet-name, curling warmth returning to slide around in his stomach, while one of Louis’ hands left his skin to fumble amongst the blankets for the lube. His other hand stayed firm around Harry’s bare waist keeping him there as he groped about.

‘Got it. Here just, hold out your hand.’

Harry held his hand obediently, and Louis unclipped the lid, squirting a generous amount of cool thick liquid on Harry’s fingers.

‘There, now just-holy fuck!’ Louis gasped as Harry dropped his lubed hand straight to Louis’ dick and slicked the stuff right up it.

Louis bent forward, straining to stop himself from bucking up into Harry’s hand. ‘I meant it for yourself.’

Harry sniggered at his outrage in his voice. ‘I don’t want it.’

‘What?’ Louis tried to sit up more and failed. ‘You have to, you’ll get hurt. You don’t know what you’re doing.’

‘And you do?’ Harry raised his eyebrows, and twisted his hand over Louis’ head, making the older boy’s eyes roll back.

‘Oh God-I looked it up, who cares? You just have to.’

Harry leant forward and to bit his neck, shifting his hips up so that Louis’ tip was just touching his opening. ‘Shouldn’t believe everything you read on the Internet,’ he murmured.

Louis’ mouth setting in a line though, his eyes turning to steal. ‘Not gonna hurt you like that.’

Harry gazed at him, before leaning forward, and gently bumping his lips into Louis’. ‘Want to feel you. I promise you won’t hurt me.’

Without waiting for an answer, he reached back to take Louis in hand again, guiding it to press up and breach inside him. Louis kept his gaze the whole time as Harry slowly let himself open, feeling the strange, thick intrusion spreading his walls. He closed his eyes and puffed out a breath half-way, his thighs starting to shake from the pleasure and pain of it. Louis free hand touched Harry’s face and he reopened them, surprising himself to find they were watering a little. Louis was looking at him with a kind of strained concern, but his eyelids fluttered when Harry slid another inch down, and his lips looking wet and raw left open like that.

Harry breathed out a curse when he slipped down several more inches, and found himself touching Louis’ lap once again, the whole of his length throbbing inside of him.

‘Oh, God,’ Louis said. ‘I’m fucking you.’

Harry laughed, shifting experimentally. ‘I know.’

‘Harry. I gotta-I have to, please-’

‘You can.’

‘Fuck.’ Louis arm tightened around his waist and he pushed up inside Harry. ‘Oh, fuck.’

Harry gasped as he felt Louis surge up thick inside of him. He curled his fingernails into the skin of Louis’ shoulders, trying to breath through the daze the feeling left him in, his insides reeling from the sudden flux of feeling where he’d never felt anything before. Louis gripped the back of Harry’s head and thrust up again, his lips parting on a groan as he did.

‘Uh-’ Harry bite down on Louis’ neck to stop sound escaping from him as he body parted and reeled in the wake of Louis again, feeling like Louis was pushing past his belly right up to his lungs.  He moaned at the feeling, unaware he was actually doing it, until Louis started swearing.

‘Fuck, you sound like a fucking-’

Louis’ hands stroked over Harry’s lower back, pushing harder up into Harry, his hips lifting him up in a rolling motion of skin and cut off breaths. Fumbling senselessly, Harry found Louis’ lips again, gasping into them. Gripping Louis’ shoulders, his eyes closed, he touched their lips touched on every upthrust, both of them too lost in the feeling to attempt more than that. His own cock was trapped between their bodies, sliding slickly on Louis’ stomach muscles and leaking all over them.

Louis moved, one hand coming up to grip under Harry’s arms, the other tightening on his waist. Pressing their lips together more firmly, he pushed up to his knees, and Harry’s mouth fell open, all the air whooshing from his body, and his eyes rolling back at deeper angle. Louis rolled them over and lifted Harry higher with separating them, wedging Harry’s body up against the wall. Harry’s bent his head as it nearly knocked into the frame of the bunk above them, and he lifted his hands off Louis to clutch at the frame and stop him bashing into it on every push. He was resting mostly on Louis’ lap now, the older boy keeping him up with every push and thrust as his mouth devoured Harry’s, stealing nearly all of Harry’s breath, his fingers nearly bruising in their firm grip.

‘Uh, oh, fuck, uh, uh-’ sounds slipped from Harry’s mouth as Louis just kept pressing up and up into him.

His limbs felt unattached, and a white glaze was taking over everything he could see. Louis was filling all of him, delving up into him like he was forging a place for him to always stay, and all Harry could feel was that thick length pressing right up inside him, owing all of him.

Then the door opened.

Harry’s eyes snapped to the white door as Zayn entered, the smile of Zayn’s face falling as his gaze met Harry’s, and a purely stunned expression taking over.

‘Close the door,’ Harry managed, as Louis who hadn’t notice, shoved right up inside him and hit a spot that made the world fizz out into pleasure.

He opened his eyes again in time to see Zayn smack the door shut right on a chatting Liam and Niall. He slammed his body right up against the door, blockading them from getting inside, eyes as huge as two moons.

Louis’ breath was loud in Harry’s ear, and Harry whined as he pushed up faster, the top bunk bed banging as Harry pushed on it hard enough to accidently lift it. Louis’ hips were working into him, and Harry suddenly wondered what Zayn could see; if he could see Louis’ naked arse clenching with every thrust. Then Harry had no air left, he was gone.

He closed his eyes as waves of pleasure spread over him, shaking and tightening his entire body so that he clenched down on Louis, sending streams of white up the older boy’s torso.

‘Fuck, fuck,’ Louis muttered, each thrust moving strongly and wildly inside Harry until finally he shoved right in and stayed there, and Harry had the odd sensation of warm liquid releasing and spreading deep inside him.

They breathed into each other for a long moment, muscles still twitching and eyelashes fluttering. Slowly, Louis let Harry down off the wall and even more carefully, pulled out of him. Harry moaned, suddenly feeling the rawness of his stretched muscle, and Louis rubbed his shoulder, hushing him quietly.

Remembering that they had a spectator; Harry lifted his eyes to Zayn, still standing like a mouse caught in a trap by the door.

Harry licked his lips, waiting for the daze to clear enough for him to talk. ‘Hey.’

‘Hi,’ Zayn croaked.

Louis twisted around, mouth opening in surprise. ‘What the hell, Zayn? When did you get there?’

‘Ah…at the-end.’ Zayn averted his eyes to the ceiling, his hand still gripping the knob of the door tightly, and the veins in his arms standing out.

‘Oh,’ Louis said, and Harry could feel his chest vibrate with restrained laughter. ‘So you, just walked in, right on us-’

‘Yes!’ Zayn said, closed his eyes, banging his head back against the door.

Louis rolled laughing to the side, his body all languid and sweaty, and Harry looked at him amused.

‘Zayn?’ Liam’s muffled voice came through the door. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Yeah, we’re fine,’ Zayn called. ‘It’s fine.’

‘Why won’t you let us in then?’ Liam asked, and the doorknob moved slightly.

Zayn forced his weight back more firmly. ‘No. Keep the door closed.’

Harry crawled forward to the edge of the bed, grinning. ‘Why not, Zayn, what’s the problem?’ He stood up and instantly regretted it. ‘Fuck.’ Pain shot through his insides, turning his legs to jelly, and he stumbled forward.

Zayn let go off the door to catch him instinctively. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, it aches a bit,’ Harry breathed. ‘S’fading though, so I think it’s fine.’

Zayn stared down at him; one hand low on Harry’s back, holding him up even though he was stark naked. ‘Hang on, was that-was that the first time you two have done that?’

‘Yup,’ Louis lolled onto his side, and propped up head to gaze at them. ‘Congratulations on witnessing the fine event.’

‘Fucking-’ Zayn closed his eyes again, breathing through his nostrils.

‘Lads? Can we come in?’ Niall called through the door.

‘No,’ Zayn yelled.

‘Why not?’ Harry asked. ‘I don’t mind, they should know anyway.’

‘No, you are not telling them like this.’ He pulled his hand away from Harry’s back, and Harry saw his finger-tips were glistening with white. ‘First you are going to clean up, because you are leaking everywhere.’

Harry heard Louis cackle from the bed, and he smiled sheepishly. ‘Whoops. Sorry.’

Zayn still looked kind of pissed, his eyes dark.

‘Here, I’ll clean it,’ Harry said, leaning forward and pulling the fingers into his mouth. The salty taste blooming through his mouth as he licked up every trace of Louis on Zayn’s hand. Zayn went very still as he did it, and finally wrenching his fingers away, releasing them from Harry’s lips with a slight pop.

‘Great, you get to it, then.’ Zayn muttered.

He let go of Harry quickly, moving to the door and opening it only a gap so he could slide through before closing it again. Harry heard Niall and Liam start showering him with questions about what was going on, but he couldn’t hear Zayn’s reply. He turned back to the bed, and Louis stretched out his hand, beckoning him. Harry took it eagerly, falling back onto the bed, and lying sidelong next to Louis.

‘Pulling moves like that does things to a man, Styles.’ Louis said.

‘Oh, yeah? How so?’

Louis raised himself above Harry, leaning over him while his deft fingers went below to press at Harry’s still leaking hole. ‘You know exactly how. Zayn’s right, you are leaking everywhere.’ He dug his fingers inside Harry, pressing right into him, moving the slick about inside.

Harry grunted at the sudden intrusion, now that he was lying down again, the soreness easing to something more pleasant again.

‘That okay?’ Louis asked, eyes curious.

‘Yeah,’ Harry sighed. ‘It’s great.’

‘Hmm.’

Louis moved up and above him more, pulling Harry’s legs a part as he did it, before suddenly pressing the head of his hard length inside.

‘Again?’ Harry asked, shifting, his leg wider.

Louis winked. ‘Guess you’re just that sexy,’ and he pushed right in once more.

Harry groaned, biting his lip as he was filled again. Louis moved more slowly this time, pressing in and out in smooth strokes that went right up deep inside Harry, pausing there straining inside him and tickling the very edge of a spot that made Harry whimper out loud. Louis reached up and folded one of his hands around Harry’s, clenching it tight to his as he shifted, while his other hand held himself up from falling on Harry.

Harry gasped and shifted as Louis moved with him, this time the two of them somehow, impossibly, felt even closer than before. They were both quieter this time, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Louis’ face. Harry could feel everything building to a point again, his every breath coming shaky and wrenching through him, as he gazed up at the older boy, whose now sweaty hair was falling forward into his eyes, and his neck tensed every time he pushed really deep.

‘God,’ Louis gasped. He lowered his head and nudging at Harry’s bottom lip. ‘Harry.’

Nothing seemed to matter except for hard Louis was clenching his hand, and that hovering moment when Louis paused deep inside him, leaving both of them unable to bring in air.

Harry realised, as his chest heaved beneath Louis’, that this didn’t feel like just fun. This felt like much more than just fun.
Part 11

one direction, wip, fic, ot5, harry/louis

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