Behind the Cameras

2014 AMAs

November 2014- LA

Harry had no fucking words. No fucking words.

Louis. He watched him as they accepted their award. He watched him as they sat and chatted with some other stars. He watched him as they performed. He watched him as they chilled in their seats and watched other people get awards.

Teasdale had done well. Goddamn. God fucking damn.

Louis gave him a curious eyebrow raise as Harry practically sat on his lap in the car back. The other boys were still there, everyone chatting about the event. Niall and Liam were both a bit drunk, Liam cracking ridiculous jokes and Niall laughing too loudly at them. Zayn was on his phone, probably messaging Perrie.

Louis wasn't paying attention to him, he was grinning at something Niall had said. Harry took off his fedora and pressed it to his chest, watching Louis.

They were all sat facing each other, Niall and Liam on one side and Harry in the middle of Zayn and Louis. Niall was practically lying on his bench, and threw his legs over Liam exaggeratedly. "I'm tired," he whined. Liam booped his nose. They both laughed uproariously.

Harry hadn't drank much, maybe a sip or two of champagne but that was about it. He knew that if he drank too much, Louis wouldn't do anything with him. Harry knew that Louis knew that he had not drank for this exact reason, but Louis was paying him no mind.

Sometimes Louis would tease him at these events, whispering filthy things in his ear and poking him when he knew no one was looking. This, however, was teasing in an entirely different way. Louis looked hot as fuck, and he knew it. Damn, Harry wanted Louis to fucking rail him.

The car was pretty cool, but Harry was sweating. He was pretty sure he didn't take his eyes off of Louis the entire ride. Soon, they arrived at their hotel nearby and went in through the back.

They headed in, and Harry latched onto Louis' arm immediately. Louis continued to ignore him, lightly chatting with Zayn. Harry was a bit too dizzy to pay attention. He wanted Louis. A room. Somewhere. Anywhere. A bed, preferably. I mean, they didn't need one. But probably?

The elevator ride was torture. Harry pressed himself against Louis' side, and most everyone ignored him. Even Paul, who was riding with them, specifically looked away from Harry. In the hallway, they all finally separated, Niall throwing his arms around Paul and telling him he was 'the fucking bestest hottest gaurd man around.'

Paul didn't even smile. Harry was pretty sure he didn't have emotions. Niall, Liam, and Zayn disappeared into their rooms, and Louis fumbled with the key card.

"Haz," he said, tugging his arm out of Harry's death grip. He finally managed to unlock the door and they both fell in, Harry grabbing at Louis' suitcoat blindly.

Louis closed the door behind them, and pushed Harry off quietly. He went to sit on the bed to take off his shoes.

Harry watched him dumbly. "Louis, Louis, Louis." Louis barely glanced at him.

Harry felt a little floaty. He came to kneel on the floor, nudging Louis' knees apart with his palms. Louis chuckled.

Harry pressed his face into Louis' crotch. Mm, he smelled good too.

He pulled away and looked up at Louis, who was smiling down at him.

"You're so fucking hot," Harry told Louis, and Louis smirked. "Please, I want you to destroy me. I want to be so fucking sore. God, you are so pretty." Harry almost whispered the last sentence.

Louis glanced at the clock. "S' a bit late, Harry."

It was almost one am.

Harry was silent as he rested his head on Louis' inner thigh, waiting for permission. The silence didn't last long.