Behind the Cameras

Where am I, then?

December 2014- London

Liam plopped down next to Harry and Louis frowned. "Where am I, then?" He snapped at Liam. Liam glanced over to someone in management then back to Louis. Harry glanced at him too, eyes wide.

"Don't make a scene," Liam hissed. "Cameras are already on." Louis rolled his eyes but sat down on the other side of Liam.

They were doing a Where We are book signing for fans. Louis was already exhausted from their full day of promo, and would really just like to get home and take out his frustration on Harry. He pulled out his phone to text him since he couldn't lean over Liam to say what he wanted to say.

'Harry,' he messaged. He knew the simple word would set him off. It did.

'Sorry daddy'
'M sorry'
'Dont b mad'
'R u mad'
'Ill do whatever u say when we get home i promise'

Louis rolled his eyes. 'You already do what i say'

'I know daddy promise ill be xtra good at home'

Louis took a breath and turned his phone over on the table. He couldn't get hard during a fan signing. He couldn't get hard during a fan signing.

He'd let his mind wander later.

"Lou," he heard Harry hiss from his right. He looked over to see Liam rolling his eyes. Harry was pointing exaggeratedly at his phone.

Louis picked up his phone again to read Harry's text.

'Ill be a good boy for u will suck u off right right away'

Louis sighed. He definitely shouldn't engage in whatever sexting shit this was now. To his left, he heard a sharp intake of breath. Louis snapped his head to see Niall looking over his shoulder at his phone.

"Excuse me," Louis said, clicking off his phone. Niall flushed and quickly looked away.

"Sorry," he mumbled. What the fuck. That pissed Louis off.

He waved his hand to Harry, saying he wasn't responding. He heard Harry make a noise of protest but ignored it.

He tried to be sweet to the fans. He really did.

The day felt like it went on forever. Harry kept shooting him glances. Louis ignored Niall.

Finally, finally, they got home to Harry's modest (or not so modest) house. It was nice being in London, because at least they had a whole house instead of just a hotel room.

Louis unlocked the front door with Harry's keys and let himself in, throwing the keys onto the small table next to the door. He let Harry deal with locking the door behind them as he headed into the kitchen.

He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with water from the sink. He gulped it down as Harry came in.

Harry was silent as he rearranged the papers on the countertop. They had been thrown everywhere after Louis had decided to fuck being on time this morning and had bent Harry over the counter.

Louis glanced over at Harry. Harry immediately ducked his head, looking away. Louis couldn't help but grin. Harry got so flustered sometimes.

"Didn't you say something about sucking me off right when we got home?" asked Louis.

Harry was on his knees in front of Louis in mere moments, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Louis knew that he knew better than to touch without permission.

"Ooh, what a pretty boy," said Louis, hooking his index finger and thumb under Harry's chin. He lifted Harry's chin a bit, moving his face to the left then to the right. Harry was silent. "Such a pretty face," Louis said again. He let go, and Harry ducked his chin into his chest, hair falling into his face.