Just Let Me Adore You

II

"Shhhhh," Liam laughed pressing a finger over Gemma's mouth, his own lips brushing her shoulder as they sat on the floor of the kitchen, It was way past midnight but Gemma waited up for Liam and she giggled as he spoke about his night, "We can't wake up the kids."

"Then stop being so funny." The girl punched Liam's shoulder, "Plus it wouldn't be so bad."

"What?" Liam chuckled, "Giving an old lady a lapdance, I beg to differ. There is no money in the world that would make that worth it."

"No, I meant it wouldn't be so bad if the kids joined us. I like having them around." Liam stared at Gemma for a long moment, tilting her head, softly whispering, "What? Why're you looking at me like that?"

"I love you." Liam stated and when Gemma shifted back in surprise the man continued, "Shit, sorry."

"No." Gemma stopped him, "No. I uhh I love you too."

Liam's grin was a little too large, "cool."

"cool."

Louis Tomlinson, Harry pondered staring the other boy down across the hall. He wasn't Harry's first thought when Camille offered a 'hall pass' but he certainly wasn't something to laugh at. The boy was cute by all standards, even in his hand me down clothes there was no hiding it. Even those tattered pants couldn't hide his spectacular ass.

Harry found himself watching the way the boy's shoulder caved in as he leaned against his locker. At just 5' 7" he was shorter than most boys in their grade, easily able to sink into the background. Maybe that's why Harry never really noticed- noticed -him before.

The taller boy started forward, pausing beside Louis' locker, "Hey."

Louis didn't even react, just continued swapping out textbooks like Harry hadn't said a word, "Hey, you're Louis right?"

The boy who always wore a more than serious face, glanced at Harry and nodded, "Yeah."

"I'm Harry." Harry stuck out his hand but Louis just glanced at it while shutting his locker. His perfectly upturned nose wrinkling in confusion.

"I know."

"Ok." Harry nodded, taking the pinched words in stride. People usually fawned over Harry if not for his good looks then for his father's money, "How are you, today?"

"I'm fine." Louis shrugged, "I have to go. Do you need something?"

"Uhh yeah." Harry tried to grasp for straws, "I'm looking for a tutor?"

"A tutor?" The smaller boy questioned, "in what?"

Taking in the physic book in Louis' arms, he whispered, "Physics?"

"Are you in physics?" Louis looked him up and down, "I'm in the AP section and I T.A. the honors section. I haven't seen you in either."

"I'm in the remedial section." Harry lied, dumbly. Wincing at the way that sounded.

"And you need tutoring?" Louis shifted his weight onto his one hip, drawing Harry's eyes down to his hands. His hands were small like Camille's, maybe even smaller. Harry unconsciously licked his lips at the idea of how big his dick would look in them.

"Yeah, I'm really struggling." Harry lied again, trying to will away the beginnings of a stiffy, "And I would pay you well."

So Louis found himself following Harry through the door to The Styles mansion in the nice part of Chicago. He knew that Harry was rich, in fact he knew most of the people he went to school with were loaded but this place was nice.