One night {Cinderella AU}

Chapter 5

(The song attached this chapter is 'disenchanted' by my chemical romance. Enjoy!)

The second Louis emerged from the car he was greeted by flashing lights and silly screaming girls. He stopped for a minute so that the paparazzi could get what they want, purposely showing of his ass which he knew was good, he couldn't hide it. After posing for a few pictures, he made his way up the red carpet and was led inside the doors by the security guard who gave him the cigarette in the car. He didn't seem like a security guard due to his kind nature but he actually felt safe with him unlike other security guards, who just shoved him around and attempted to intimidate Louis. Of course he didn't let them, but that doesn't mean that wasn't their intentions.

The second he entered the large room, he saw his mother in the corner frowning at his attire. Louis simply ignored her and made his way over to the stylists who were just finishing up a few decorations. He recognised one of them, she had designed his mother's wedding dress which he thought would've looked quite beautiful if his mother wasn't wearing it.

"Louis honey! It's so lovely to see you. I have to say, your get up does look lovely. You have the professional suit look with a twist that reflects on your personality. I love it!" She blabbered before kissing both of Louis' cheeks, him returning the gesture.

"Lovely to see you too Sarah! You look very glamorous yourself." He felt that he should compliment her as she was one of the few people he felt comfortable with. "I'm going to talk to my mother now, do excuse me."

He smiled at her and strolled over to where the old hag was standing, "hello mother." Louis attempted a smile afterwards, hoping that it didn't come off as sarcastic.

"I do hope you're going to change. What an earth did the paparazzi think?" She barely looked at him, focusing on the drinks at the back of the room.

"Well they took pictures so I guess they weren't too bothered." He replied, trying not to frustrate her.

"Whatever. Go and do something useful." She dismissed him but he didn't leave.

"Thank god I'll have to adopt children. I wouldn't want my children to be related to you." He whispered, before walking away. Yes Louis had been a little harsh but the silly cow needed to get the message.

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By the time the clock hit 7pm, the party was under way. Louis' mother was nowhere to be seen and he had met up with Amelia. They were on their 4th beers and were dancing to black veil brides. Louis had been allowed to pick the music and who was going so a few people he had met through Liam and some of Amelia's friends had turned up. For the first time, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

The song ended and 'I write sins not tragedies' came booming through the speakers after. Louis had noticed a young man in the corner with curly hair and a few tattoos-okay, a lot of tattoos watching them dance and he was intrigued by him and his mysterious aura. The song's end meant he could take a break and finally go over to him.

And that's what he did.

"Hey what's your name?" Louis shouted over the music.

"Harry. I won't bother asking your name little one. You're a lot shorter in real life ya know." The curly boy laughed. Harry. That's a nice name. In fact, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful man.

"Do you want to dance or anything?" Louis offered, trying to secure this guy.

"Louis Tomlinson, prince of England, asking me to dance. Fuck yeah!"

"Next song. I think we need something slow don't you think? Something we can get real close when we're dancing. Am I right Harry?" He didn't know whether it was the alcohol or Harry's beauty that was making him like this but he was more than thankful for this sudden confidence.

The second the song ended Louis grabbed Harry's wrist, knowing what song was coming next. It was his favourite my chemical romance song and by the look on Harry's face he certainly loved it too. Could this boy get anymore perfect?

"I have no idea how to dance properly." Harry chuckled, blushing at how uneducated he was at this.

"Well you're in luck. I had to learn when I was 15. I'm an expert." Louis smirked, thankful that dancing was so up close and personal, "first, you place your hand here."

As soon as Harry's hand connected with Louis' tiny waist he gasped, realising how much larger in proportion Harry was to him.

"Then I put my hand here." Louis placed his arm in line with Harry's so that their arms made a circular shape. "And we walk."

The second they began to move their feet, Harry knew he could get used to this. A beautiful boy, a prince, in his arms. Nothing could be more perfect.

The two men made eye contact the whole time, green eyes lost in blue eyes. They never wanted the song to end. This was all Louis wanted. Not to dance but to feel this way. To have this feeling when he touched another mans arm. Not fear, but comfort? He couldn't say love, he had just met the man. For all he knew he could be a serial killer who had came here to murder Louis.

Trying to focus only on their two bodies, inches away from each other, Louis' breathing began to become heavier. If anyone dared to ruin this moment he swore to punch them in the gut then and there. He had never experienced this before and he was not letting some asshole ruin the moment.

They both knew the song was ending soon, so the two boys let their faces come closer, the scent of the alcohol that they had both drunk on their breath. Not that either cared.

The last note was played and their lips pressed together. Louis didn't know why, but he began to cry in the middle of the kiss. It only made it more beautiful that it already was. Two boys from two completely different backgrounds had suddenly found themselves at an unlikely event and now they were kissing. "Harry thank you. Thank you Harry. Thank you. First kiss. Thank you. Thank you. Beautiful." Louis mumbled onto Harry's lips. He had no idea what he was saying, nor did he care.

"Go somewhere. We can go somewhere Harry. Love you Harry please Harry." Louis wrapped his arms around Harry and they broke away from the kiss, leading the taller boy up to the upstairs of the building where he knew there was spare bedrooms.