Kings and Beggars of the World - Part 11
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: I don’t own people. This is fiction. I don’t intend any offense.
Word Count: 57,000+
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.
Pt 1 --- Pt 2 --- Pt 3 --- Pt 4 --- Pt 5 --- Pt 6 --- Pt 7 --- Pt 8 --- Pt 9 --- Pt 10
A/N: I have panic attacks over my writing and I’m having one right now. Also, I’ve recently made an account in this slightly scary place: ‘braincloud2(.)tumblr(.)com’ so if you want, come talk to me there. I love you all X
Harry rolled onto his side, his head lolling as he pressed his open mouth into the pillow. Sweat covered his whole body, his limbs felt like they were moving through honey, and he couldn’t seem to settle on any one thought. He heard the door open and click shut as Louis returned, and a moment later the mattress dipped and sunk as the older boy sat down, rocking the bed enough to make Harry squint up at him even though the ceiling light was in his eyes.
‘What were you doing?’ Harry asked.
Louis held up what looked like one the hand-towels from the bathroom. ‘I was just getting this.’
‘What for?’
‘To clean you up, Harold, you’re a mess now.’ Louis flicked to Harry’s bare arse-cheek.
‘Oh,’ Harry sighed, rolling onto his stomach. ‘Go on then.’
‘Such a charmer,’ Louis murmured.
A moment later the damp cloth touched Harry’s lower back, and he instantly tried to pull away. ‘Oi, it’s wet.’
‘Good observation. Stay still, this is a delicate business.’
Harry groaned. He rested on his elbows and let his head fall down to touch the pillow. ‘You should be nice to me. I can hardly move now.’
He could practically hear Louis roll his eyes. ‘That’s why I’m doing this, so you don’t have to. There’s stuff all over your thighs and you’re getting it everywhere.’
‘You got it everywhere,’ Harry retorted.
A sharp smack landed on his arse, causing his eyes to go wide and his mouth to drop open.
He spluttered. ‘Did you just-spank-me?’
‘You should behave yourself, Styles,’ Louis said, trying not to laugh. ‘I’m in control here.’
‘If you say you’re going to punish me, I’ll get up and leave.’
‘Rubbish. Now, stay still.’ Louis pressed his fingers into the back of Harry’s neck, and again the wet cloth touched his skin.
Harry shivered but he held his position with his hair in his eyes and his shoulder-blades jutting out. Louis slid the cloth over his skin, dipping it down between the backs of his thighs and Harry closed his eyes as he waited. Louis rubbed his thumb lightly into Harry’s neck as he dragged the cloth back up and the as Harry got used to the feel of the cloth, the motion started to feel nice.
‘Ease up,’ Louis said softly, breaking the quiet a few minutes later. ‘Let me do the front.’
Louis pulled back so that Harry could push himself up, but his insides twinged in protest half-way there, and he had to stop and breathe for a second. Louis helped him the rest of the way up, moving his legs off the bed.
‘You alright? Is it really hurting?’
‘Nah, just like, in pangs or something. I don’t want to move much though ‘cause it feels weird. All empty, you know?’
‘Right,’ Louis muttered.
He slopped the cloth onto Harry’s stomach and wiped it through the white mess spread out across it, his other arm squeezing tight for a moment around Harry’s shoulders. Wiping the cloth quickly down over Harry’s soft cock, and then up to catch a bit he missed near Harry’s nipple.
‘There. Zayn said he’s gonna bring the other lads up in a minute to talk, so we should put some pants on or something.’ Louis got up and threw the cloth in the general direction of the pile of laundry clothes heaped in the corner.
‘Pants?’ Harry wrinkled his nose. ‘Why pants?’
‘We are not having this conversation without everyone wearing pants. It’s the polite thing to do in this situation.’
‘Did you research that too?’
‘Just wear these, Curly.’
Louis ditched a pair of his grey sweat-pants at him. Harry grumbled a little, but did what he was told and slipped them on since at least they would be loose on him. A knock on the door came a moment later as Harry gingerly sat down again.
‘Can we come in now?’ Zayn called through the door.
‘Yeah, okay,’ Louis called back, and a moment later the door opened and the other three members entered.
‘Urgh, it stinks in ‘ere,’ Niall said on coming in, and he didn’t seem to notice when no one answered him.
Harry brought this legs up and scooted back to carefully sit cross-legged on the bed. The other boys dropped themselves anywhere there was a comfortable place, Zayn sprawling out on his bed with Liam perching on the end next to Zayn’s feet, and Niall sinking down onto the floor and fiddling with his socks as he looked up at the other boys.
‘So, what’s going on?’ Liam asked. ‘Zayn wouldn’t say anything.’
Louis stood by the door, his arms crossed over his shirtless torso, and Harry eyed the way his biceps bulged when the older boy tucked his hands under them.
‘Louis?’ Zayn spoke up.
ouis shifted against the wall, his tongue nipping out to wet his lips. ‘Right, uh…’ he stopped, his eyes flicking to Harry.
Harry gestured with his hands. ‘See like, Louis and I kind of have this thing going on.’
‘Thing?’ Liam frowned.
‘Yeah.’
Niall and Liam gave him blank looks, while Zayn crossed his arms in a mirror of Louis.
Harry figured he just had to say it. ‘Basically, we’re shagging?’
Thick silence fell over the room.
‘Is this a joke?’ Niall asked after a moment.
‘No, for real,’ Louis said with a half-smile, looking back to Harry. ‘I mean, you gotta admit, it’s something that’s been coming for awhile.’
‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Liam’s shoulders were tense and his eyebrows low. ‘You never said anything. When did this happen?’
‘About, um, seven minutes ago?’ Louis said. ‘On the bed Harry’s sitting on.’
Four faces turned towards Harry at the same time to stare at him, like they were all visualising how it had worked.
lsquo;It was good, if you’re wondering,’ Harry said, and he didn’t miss the way Louis’ face turned smug.
‘But you mean-wait, that’s why it smells in here, because you-’ Liam turned to Zayn, his eyes huge. ‘And you walked in on them?’
‘Yeah, unfortunately.’ Zayn avoided Liam’s wide gaze, his nostrils flaring again. ‘It was a bit of a shock.’
‘Is it really though?’ Harry asked. ‘I mean, you knew something was going on between us. It’s like, the next logical step. Anyway you and Liam have your thing going on.’
Louis straightened from the wall. ‘Thing? You two have a thing?’
‘So what if we do?’ Zayn shot back at him.
‘You never told me.’ Louis frowned.
‘Well, I can say the same of you,’ Liam said, steadfastly ignoring the red in his cheeks. ‘We didn’t plan it or anything. We just seem to snog sometimes, but nothing like… that.’ He gestured at the bed Harry was sitting on.
‘What, not even blow-jobs?’ Harry asked.
Liam’s cheeks redden further. ‘No. Of course not.’
‘We’re not doing anything dangerous, not like you two are,’ Zayn said.
‘Dangerous?’ Louis repeated. ‘How is what we’re doing dangerous?’
‘Exactly. You don’t think about stuff properly.’ Zayn scowled at him.
‘Excuse me, but what’s crawled up your arse, Malik?’
Zayn stood up to meet Louis. ‘I’m just saying, I wish you’d think about stuff before getting into it.’
‘Hey, it’s not any problem,’ Harry protested, looking between them.
‘So, wait,’ Niall spoke up from the floor, and Harry looked at him, suddenly realising the blonde lad had been quiet all this time. ‘Both o’ you are each toget’er? You and Harry, and you and Liam?’
Niall’s face lacked any sign of emotion. It wasn’t a look Harry could remember ever really seeing him wear, and sickness rose in Harry’s gut at the silence that dragged out between them. Niall’s eyes looked hollow, his shoulders slumped shapelessly, and he was breathing like he had to keep reminding himself to pull air in.
‘Niall…’ Louis dropped his arms, his posture drooping
Niall shook his head briefly. ‘Whate’er. Congratulations, I guess.’
He got to his feet quickly, avoiding any of their eyes and making for the door.
Zayn stepped in his way, catching his wrist. ‘Niall, come on, man, we didn’t mean to-’
‘It’s done now, so what does it mat’er?’ Niall pulled his arm out of Zayn’s grip and slipped between him and Louis to get out of the room.
‘Niall, no, wait!’ Harry scrambled up, feeling jittery with panic all of a sudden, and he leapt off the bed to reach the Irish boy before he left, but pain punched him from the inside out before he even took two steps, and all the air forced from his body in a whoosh as his legs failed him. Harry thumped to his knees and gasped for a second, clutching at his stomach.
‘Shit, what the hell?’ Zayn’s hand was on his back.
‘Harry?’
‘Is he alrigh’?’
‘Yeah. I’m fine,’ Harry wheezed, the stab of pain already fading and annoyance pressed into his tone. ‘I’m fine.’
He pushed off Zayn’s hands, glad that at least that Niall had stopped at his fall, the Irish boy’s expression clearly torn. Behind him, Liam had stood up from the bed and was hovering anxiously, and next to Harry Louis’ face had gone stricken as he looked down at Harry.
‘I’m fine.’ He scowled at Louis as he got up, reaching for Niall. ‘We didn’t mean to leave you out like that.’
‘Well, you did.’ Niall’s lips pressed together and his hand closed on the doorhandle.
‘No.’ Harry shoved forward, standing in the way of the door. ‘We really-I meant, I would never hurt you.’
‘Harry, come, on, just let me leave, okay?’ Niall’s cheeks were going blotchy and he as he looked away up to the ceiling, and Harry was devastated to see his eyes going wet.
‘Please don’t.’ Harry gripped Niall’s shirt. ‘Niall, you know we love you.’
‘Yeah, I kno’, and I can see how you lads have ended up doing this, but I jus’ wish-’ Niall stopped, licking his lips and he rubbed a hand at his eyes. ‘I mean, none of you picked me.’
‘Niall, no.’ Harry cupped Niall’s face between his hands trying to make the other boy look at him. ‘Please, listen.’
Niall tried to push Harry’s hands off, shaking his head. ‘Stop it, Harry.’
‘No, listen. We’re not leaving you out.’
‘Yeah, best of friends and all that.’ Niall moved to get past him.
‘No-’ He pulled Niall in, his shoulders tense up to his ears and he pulled Niall in. ‘I don’t want anyone left out.’
He surged forward and met Niall’s lips with his own, putting all the words he couldn’t say into the kiss. Niall made a noise low in his throat, and the room went dead quiet for a third time as Niall briefly responded to him, before his hands were up and shoving Harry back. Niall glared at him, and actual tears were falling from his eyes now, his cheeks scrunching as he stared at Harry like he’d betrayed him.
‘I don’t need your pity, Harry.’
Harry almost shouted. ‘It’s not pity.’
‘It is.’ Niall slipped past him and was out the door before he could stop him.
Harry turned back to look at the others, at Liam whose mouth was open and looked like he had no idea what had just happened, over a pissed off Zayn, and stopping on Louis..
Louis was staring at Harry, his face blank with shock, and his hands limp by his sides, and Harry couldn’t take it. He didn’t want to know what Louis was thinking-what any of them were thinking.
He spun about and almost tripped trying to rush out of the room. He flung the white door shut behind him, blocking off the other three’s faces and hurried down the corridor away from them. His insides twinged in protest, and he curled an arm around his bare stomach, grimacing as he kept moving, suddenly really needing a glass of water to ease the burn in his throat. He turned into the kitchen, only to find half the other contestants there, all of whom looked up when he came in.
‘Why, ‘ello,’ Mary said from where she was sat at the table. ‘I suppose we should be t’ankful the famous star has some pants on for once.’
lsquo;I wonder if his fans would still love him if they knew he had four nipples,’ Geneva said, and the other Belle Amie girls laughed from the bar-stools.
‘You alright, mate?’ Matt frowned. ‘There’s been a lot of noise coming from your end of the house tonight.’
‘M’fine,’ Harry muttered. ‘Just wanted some water.’
‘Ooh, problems in boy-band paradise,’ Sophia called.
Harry ducked his head to hide his expression, quickly grabbing a glass and filling it up from the filtered water tap.
‘Oh my God, are you guys really fighting?’ Esther asked, leaning forward across the counter.
Harry swallowed his water, eyeing her steadily. Her expression was exactly the same as a gossip interviewer, eager for a story and wanting a quote from him. He frowned, and ignored her question.
‘Has Niall been through?’ he asked dully.
‘Niall?’ Mary raised her eyebrows. ‘No, I ‘aven’t seen the little blonde lad since we got back. Why, what’s he done?’
‘Nothing, forget it.’ Harry set the glass down, and went to leave, feeling stifled by all their expectant eyes
Once in the hallway, he heard Sophia say to her friends, ‘Was Harry wearing Louis’ pants?’ and loud laughter flooded out of the kitchen a moment later.
Harry hunched over, their laughter loud in his ears as he escaped down the steps and out the back door. He stayed there in the cool night air until he couldn’t hear anymore noise from inside the house and all the lights had gone off.
When he finally crept back upstairs to the boys bedroom, he found the other four all silent lumps in the beds, faces each turned towards the walls. He climbed up into his bunk as quietly as possible.
All the problems from the day had come swamping back into his mind. He kept getting flashes of Louis’ touch and feel and Niall crying, and Louis’ shocked face after he’d kissed Niall, and the fans screaming at him and Simon’s face afterwards, and the contestants laughter-and all through everything was this heavy-sick feeling going-you’re fucking it up, you idiot.
You are fucking it all up.
1D
The next morning Harry woke to find Louis, Liam and Niall were up and gone from the room, only Zayn was still curled up in his bunk. Harry pushed his hair back from his eyes and he sighed. He could already tell it was going to be a long day.
Once finally rising from his bed, he was caught up in the usual rush and mess that happened before a results show, with most of the other contestants sinking into their own heads and picking apart their own performances, and everybody anxious for the night show to come already
For the first time as far back as Harry could remember the car ride was awkwardly quiet with all five of them inside. Louis had slipped his sunglasses on, despite the grey morning light, and Zayn next to him was gazing stonily out the window, his only movement when the car made his body sway. Niall had greeted Harry a good morning, but he couldn’t help noticing the Irish boy had then sat himself in the furthest seat away from Harry, leaving him to squish between the door and Liam, was who sat with his hands in his lap and staring at the floor, lost in thought the entire way.
Once at the studio it was back to business with last minute rehearsals for the group performance, and their last chances songs if they happened to be in the bottom two, and then they were rushed away to hair and make-up with everyone else. Harry managed to get away for a breather while the stylist was distracted with Treyc’s hair, and he made his way to a couple of vending machines down one of the hallways.
One of the security men was already there, reading a newspaper he’d folded in half as he chewed on a nut-bar. His greying eyebrows went up when he saw Harry.
‘Hallo there, young Styles. You must be pretty stoked today, eh? With your picture in the paper and everything.’
Harry stopped, confused. ‘My what?’
‘On the front page, that one of you and Louis Tomlinson, running down the street,’ the man said cheerfully. He flipped the newspaper over and showed Harry the front page. ‘See?’
On the cover was a giant picture of Louis and Harry in mid-run. Louis’ mouth was open in a half-laughing yell, his body twisted around as he ran and tugged on Harry’s wrist at the same time, and he looked perfectly excited and thrilled by the whole thing. Harry himself just looked overwhelmed, his own eyes wide with disbelief as he ran after Louis, and his limbs were all lanky and he seemed like he had way too much hair. Behind them was a blurred flood of girls screaming faces as they chased the boys down the street, and above the whole picture the title screamed:
X FACTOR STARS FORCED TO FLEE FROM FAN MOB!
lsquo;Hey, can I get your autograph for my niece? She’ll love it, I know.’
‘Yeah, no worries,’ Harry agreed distractedly. He took the pen the man handed him and automatically signed the paper his brain skipping back to the fact that they were on the front page of a newspaper. Not just a tabloid magazine or a brief article just to sell more papers, but actual news about a mob over a music icon, something that hadn’t happened in decades, and certainly not where anyone was forced to literally run away.
The man looked surprised when he got the paper back. ‘Well, that’s a right proper signature there, lad. Just like a celebrity’s.’
Harry thanked him and wandered back towards the studio, forgetting to get anything from the vending machine.
When he was nearly back too the dressing rooms though he saw Simon, with an entourage of assistants and people hurrying about talking on head-sets and tapping blackberries, coming down the corridor. Harry pushed himself back against the wall, meaning to let them all pass him, but Simon slowed when he saw him there.
There was something hesitant in Simon’s face as he asked, ‘Alright there, Harry?’
‘Uh, yeah?’
‘We’re going to be all good for tonight, so don’t worry about that.’
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Simon paused for a second longer, obviously wanting to say something else and Harry waited with his heart pounding his thoughts skipping over all the things the man could say. Simon just nodded back in the end though, and continued on, his entourage shooting Harry curious looks as they went by, before getting distracted again by their jobs.
Harry breathed out, if they made it through the results show tonight, he had a feeling the conversation with Simon tomorrow wasn’t going to be any fun.
1D
The results show ended sending John Adeleye home, and everyone was back and eating pieces of a huge chocolate cake in celebration of making through another week. The kitchen was loud with most of the contestants crammed in talking loudly and over the top of each other, though Treyc was missing with Rebecca, who was probably comforting the poor girl after she’d been put in the bottom two. Also Louis and Zayn were missing, the two of them having pissed off somewhere else.
Harry sat in the far corner of the table in the kitchen, resting on his elbows and curled over his plate, watching as Niall chatted easily with Matt.
A hand came down on his head, and he looked up to see a hesitant Liam. ‘Stop glaring at him.’
‘I’m not glaring,’ Harry said, turning his attention back to his cup.
‘Then stop being surly or whatever you’re doing. You’re making me all stressed.’
Harry shot him a look. ‘You don’t look stressed,’ he accused.
Liam gave him a look that was a bit like a kicked-puppy, but he sat down next to Harry, nudging their shoulders together. ‘It’s going to work out in the end. This is Niall we’re talking about. He could never hold a grudge against you, Harry.’
Harry lowered his voice. ‘Why should he hold a grudge in the first place? I meant it when I said I don’t want him left out.’
‘Yeah, but,’ Liam looked at him helplessly. ‘What do you actually mean by that?’
Harry finished his last piece of cake. Liam was still watching him when he put the fork down.
‘What about Louis, then?’ the other boy eventually asked.
Harry stood up from the table. ‘I don’t know. He’s being an utter prat. He barely spoke two words to me today.’
He left Liam to put his empty plate in the sink and then left the room. He went downstairs with the vague intention of finding wherever Louis had gone and shaking answers out of him.
It was quieter downstairs except for the noise coming from the bean-bag room. It didn’t sound like FIFA or any game Harry knew, but it was loud enough to hear it from the other end of the corridor. He frowned, distinguishing two voices arguing, but as he approached the room went quiet. He reached the doorway and with one glance inside, he could tell something was wrong.
The television screen was off and Zayn, his shoulders all tensed up, was on one side of the room, while Louis was on the other side sitting on the couch, his arms crossed and his legs splayed wide, eyes cutting into Zayn.
‘Is everything okay?’ Harry asked, bewildered.
Zayn spoke like he was gritting his teeth. ‘Yeah. Everything’s cool.’
‘Absolutely peachy,’ Louis said scathingly.
‘I don’t get it,’ Harry said. ‘Are you two fighting or what?’
‘Ask him,’ they both said at the same time, and a second later Zayn was shouldering past Harry out of the room, and Louis was up and striding out the other doorway.
‘Right,’ Harry said to the empty room. He flopped down in the nearest bean-bag to sit by himself for a bit.
1D
The next morning nothing had changed.
Niall was still avoiding Harry, Liam was still wearing an expression like a kicked puppy, and Zayn and Louis were still being snippy, giving each other the evil eye and throwing out bitchy side comments for no reason. This morning the house was back it its usual chaos, with everyone up extra early so they could get into the studio and start working on their new song for the week.
Most of the contestants were ready to go, and were mingling by the front door when Harry realised he’d left his phone up in his room. He told Liam that he’d be right back, and left him with Niall as he rushed back up the stairs and down the corridor to their room. He paused when he was almost there though, realising he could once again hear sounds of argument coming through the door.
‘-he said he wanted it like that, so stop being a righteous prick already!’ Louis said.
Zayn replied, ‘Oh, come off it, you tit! If you can’t be responsible about this, and you just go around hurting everybody-’
‘That’s absolute shit. You know I care about you boys.’
‘-but he could barely walk afterwards, and it could have been anyone who walked in on you.’
‘Oh, and I’m so lucky it happened to be you.’
Harry opened the door and almost ran into Louis standing right inside, Zayn standing two feet behind Louis, his hands curled into fists and his eyes dark.
‘Look, what’s going on?’ Harry asked, frowning.
The older boys spared him one angry glance over, and then turned back to each other. ‘Just listen to what I’m saying, though.’
‘Come on, I know what this is really about, Zayn.’
‘What’s that then?’ Zayn stepped closer till they were practically nose to nose.
Louis glared. ‘Don’t pretend.’
‘Fucking twat, I’m asking you, ain’t I?’
‘Quit arguing already!’ Harry tried to cut in.
Louis prodded Zayn in the chest with one hand. ‘This is about you-wanting this.’ He hooked his other around Harry’s neck, yanking him in closer.
Louis’ lips smashed into his, kissing him so hard that Harry was forced to lean back under the strength of it. Louis pushed closer, chasing after him and sense memory from the last time Louis had kissed him kicked in, leaving Harry’s stomach swooping low, and his heart-beat rocketing up.
ouis let go of Harry’s neck, turning back to Zayn, breathing harder with a triumphant gleam in his eye. ‘That’s it, isn’t it?’
‘You’re bloody crazy,’ Zayn said.
‘That’s what you want. You walked in on me and Harry, and now you’re being a dick because you want in.’
‘Lou,’ Harry said, numbly.
‘Look at his face, Harry, he can’t even deny it.’ Louis grabbed Harry by his shirt-collar, pulling him stumbling forward until he was right before Zayn. ‘He wants you.’
Zayn watched them, so tense the veins were sticking out all up his arms, but he wasn’t denying anything.
‘Well? Give him a snog, then,’ Louis said, his eyes so intense it was almost scary.
‘Louis,’ Harry tried again.
Louis pulled back, his lips tight and breathing fast as he pushed Harry into Zayn. ‘Just do it.’
Zayn caught Harry’s shoulders, still glaring back at the older boy. ‘I’m not-’
‘You want to, so do it!’ Louis yelled.
‘Fine.’
One of Zayn’s hands left Harry’s shirt to curve, unexpectedly gently, along his jaw to move Harry to face him, and then he was leaning in and kissing him firmly.
Harry tried to swallow his surprise, his hands moving up to grip Zayn’s arms and hold him there, as the other boy angled his head to the side and kissed him slow, and a heat burned through Harry’s mouth and melted into him. Zayn broke off briefly, and they both gasped for air before he caught Harry’s bottom lip again and sucked. Harry groaned deep in his throat and opened his mouth again, sinking into Zayn’s smell, his tongue slicking into Zayn’s-
A hand came between them and shoved Zayn back from Harry, and he frowned as the other boy’s lips were jerked away from his, leaving him blinking and half in a daze. In the next second though Louis had stepped in close to him, planting both hands either side of Harry’s face and kissing him fiercely.
Harry floundered for a moment, his mind whirling to catch up as his hands landed on Louis’ waist and he gripped him to try and centre himself. Louis pushed closer until their thighs were pressed together, rubbing tightly into Harry, his thumbs rubbing over Harry’s cheeks, as he bit into the kiss.
Harry held on under the onslaught, one of his hands shifting down to grasp Louis’ tightly covered arse, and accidently hooking into his cleft. Louis made a weird noise into Harry’s mouth, and his kisses grew even stronger.
Zayn yanked on Louis’ shoulder, forcing him away, and Harry staggered backwards from the sudden release. Before he even had time to take a proper breath though, Zayn was stepping close to him and pushing him back into the wall as he captured his lips again.
Harry moaned, his body feeling over-sensitised and his hips rolled into the other boy’s jeans, aware of Louis advancing again as Zayn’s hands ran up his sides, thumbs catching over his nipples. Harry writhed up trying to gasp for air, and Zayn’s kisses started to lose finesse as his breathing got uneven.
He felt Louis clasp one of Zayn’s hands at his side and pull it away, and Harry opened his eyes just as Louis pushed in. Fingers latched onto Harry’s chin and pulled his head around, and Louis was kissing him again, his other hand bracing himself on the wall behind Harry. He used more tongue this time, making Harry open his mouth wide and powerfully pushing the wet muscles together.
Zayn’s fingers replaced Louis’ and Harry broke off for just a moment of air, before Zayn pulled his head away from Louis so to kiss him again-and Harry couldn’t take it. It was too much, they were both crowding him into the wall and he couldn’t breath, he just couldn’t-
‘Stop,’ he gasped. ‘Stop it.’
He pushed weakly at both of them, but thankfully they stepped back. Harry closed his eyes and just breathed for a second, his head spinning and his lips feeling bruised and his hands trembling.
A cut off sound made him open his eyes again. His knees gave out and he slid to the floor at the sight that met him.
Zayn had gripped the sides of Louis’ denim jacket, pulling it up in bunches and forcing Louis to lift to his toes as their lips locked hard. Louis was clutching back at Zayn’s shoulders, scowling into the kiss with his eyes shut tight and mouth furious against Zayn’s.
He bit hard into Zayn’s lip and the other boy made an angry sound of pain, shoving Louis to loose him, and yanking him back in to take control once more. Louis twisted his head away, briefly showing his puffy and red lips before slamming his shoulder into Zayn’s, making him stagger back.
Louis jumped on him, his legs lifting off the ground as he wrapped his arms around Zayn’s neck. Zayn struggled to keep standing, his fingers digging into Louis’ denim jacket, but he stumbled over some clothes left in the middle of the room and tripped backwards.
Harry cried out as Zayn thumped to carpet, worried for half a beat if Zayn was hurt, but then Louis was shifting to straddle Zayn, and Zayn had slid his up inside Louis’ jacket, kissing back twice as hard. Harry pulled his legs out of the way, as the two struggled on the floor for a moment, before Zayn got a proper hold of the older boy’s shirt, using it as leverage to heave up and smack Louis down onto the floor. Louis gasped and surged up again, pulling at Zayn’s shirt as he tried to gain control back, but Zayn fought off the older boy’s hands as he rolled on top of him, pressing their mouths together again.
Louis bucked his hips, his jacket falling open and to show his shirt riding up above his trousers as he scrabbled at Zayn’s shoulders, but the other boy was holding tight to his position, biting into Louis’ lips. Harry heaved out a breath as he sat up against the wall, pressure rising inside him until he had to press his hand into the bulge of his pants.
‘Fucking-’ Louis lifted his hips off the ground, arching his back as he tried to throw Zayn off.
Zayn released Louis’ mouth and reared back, slamming a hand into Louis’ stomach to shove his hips down and then keeping them there, his hand pressing into the soft skin. Zayn pushed his other arm across Louis’ collar bone, forcing him down to the floor. The air whooshed out of Louis and he was left lying flat out, eyes wide and his throat working against the tanned skin of Zayn’s arm.
Zayn barely gave Louis a chance to gather himself before pressing down again, this time opening his mouth and looking like he was trying to consume Louis whole, his tongue slipping into Louis’ mouth relentlessly. Louis closed his eyes, his hands were white-knuckled where they gripped Zayn’s arms, and his whole body almost shaking as his face flushed.
Zayn pushed his tongue right inside, and Louis trembled with the last of his resistance, and then Harry saw something break within him. The older boy’s expression changed and his mouth opened up, just letting Zayn inside. Harry choked on a moan, shoving his hand into his pants to grip himself tight as he watched Zayn knead his hand into the soft stomach with Louis letting him, and gasping wetly into the other boy’s mouth.
Zayn kissed him as his other hand moved to tug up Louis’ shirt until it was bunched as far as the denim jacket would let it, revealing a teasing glimpse of Louis’ nipples, and he slid his hand over to find it without looking, rubbing his thumb over the nub and then rolling it. Louis sighed a high sound, shifting weakly as Zayn pressed down on him, and Harry could see how his lower back was trying to lift, his muscles stretching from the stimulation.
Zayn slid his hand from Louis’ stomach to the button on his trousers, unfastening it swiftly and tugging them open. Louis sweared and rolled his hips up as Zayn’s fingers pushed inside, and Harry groaned, his head thumping back against the wall as Zayn’s hand came back up with the thick glistening head of Louis’ cock trapped within.
His hand pulling at Louis in a firm strokes, Zayn moved his other hand to grasp Louis’ jaw and turn his head up towards him. The older boy opened his eyes, his pupils blown and Zayn’s mouth came down again, moving strong against his, and his hips bucked up into Zayn’s fist, high gasps escaping him every time Zayn let him breath for a moment.
Louis let go of Zayn’s shoulders with one hand, dropping it to the floor and clawing into the carpet, his jacket constricted his shoulders, his shirt was still bunched up around his armpits, while his trousers slipped down further every time he rolled his hips, his entire torso straining under Zayn.
Zayn’s hand was sliding quicker now and Louis’ hips were moving like he had no control, his hair messed and sweaty as his head tilted back, showing the line of his throat and the thick veins standing out. Zayn leant over him, breathing hard with his dark hair falling forward as his hand worked Louis, eyes fixed on how the older boy’s throat flexed.
Harry pulled at himself desperately as Louis arched up one final time and jerked into Zayn’s strong hand covering it in white.
Louis breathed out a long sigh, his body sinking down to the carpet.
‘Fuck,’ Zayn muttered. ‘Fuck, let me-’
Zayn sat up a bit and pulled his own trousers open, revealing himself to be rock hard in his pants. He leaned back over, stroking himself with Louis all wrecked beneath him, his eyes glazed as he looked up at Zayn, and Zayn cursed again, aiming and groaning as he watched himself shot streaks of white across Louis’ stomach
Harry moved forward from the wall, crawling to Louis’ side. ‘Can I? Lou, can I?’
Harry hovered over Louis’ face, his need and pleasure peaking to almost painful heights as Louis looked at him, his cheeks flushed and his mouth open and wet right there-
‘Fuck-’ Harry bit his lip as he suddenly couldn’t hold on a second more, and released across Louis’ neck and cheek and into his mouth. Louis closed his eyes but didn’t move out of the way.
‘Christ,’ Harry breathed once he’d come down, and his hand shook as he touched Louis’ cheek. ‘Oh, God.’
Louis blinked and looked up at Harry with his pupils still blown as he finally closed his mouth and swallowed heavily, not saying anything. Harry leaned forward, his breath loud in the room, and he touched his forehead to the other boy’s.
‘So. Hey,’ Harry said, his voice coming rough.
Louis paused before answering. ‘Hey.’
Harry pulled back and slipped an arm under Louis’ neck, lifting him to sit up more. Louis gripped at the sleeve of Harry’s shirt and he was still breathing heavy. Zayn in front of them had sat back on Louis’ legs, the fight that had possessed him having gone, and something like surprise taking over his features.
‘Is he okay?’ Zayn asked Harry.
‘Uh,’ Harry hesitated; Louis was leaning into his shoulder like he’d fall over if Harry stopped supporting him.
‘I’m woozy. Dunno,’ Louis mumbled, his lips and his bare tummy still splattered with white, and his trousers still trapped half-way off his hips.
Harry bit his lip as he brushed Louis’ sweaty hair away from his eyes. Louis pushed his head against Harry’s chest, and he instinctively curled his arm tighter around him. Harry widened his eyes at Zayn, who was who was still looking shocked like he couldn’t believe he’d done this.
‘Zayn,’ he whispered. ‘Get some towels. We’ll have to leave soon.’
As if on cue, they heard one of the X Factor assistants yelling from the hallway that they wanted everyone ready to leave in five minutes.
‘Shit, I forgot,’ Zayn said, looking down at himself and Louis.
Louis heaved his head of Harry’s chest, blinking again, and he looked a little more normal this time when he met Harry’s gaze.
‘Do you realise,’ he said, ‘that now I’m going to smell like spunk the whole day?’
A surprised bark of laughter escaped Harry, and Zayn joined in a moment later, the tension left the three of them. Despite the fact that they were under-dressed and in a messy pile on the ground- with less than five minutes now to clean up-things felt like they were going to be okay.
Part 12