Behind the Cameras

Do me a favor?

March 2014- Japan

With a bit of femme Harry, and some degradation.

Louis knew Harry liked Japan a lot. And he didn't want to ruin the time for him, he really didn't. But Harry was being a brat.

He woke up to Harry sucking him off, which was nice, but when Louis had gone to put a hand in his hair, Harry had gotten up with a smirk and said he needed to use the restroom. Louis wasn't sure what he was getting at, but when he came back, he didn't continue, so Louis rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to finish off himself.

And it wasn't the fact of an uncompleted blowjob that pissed Louis off- it was that Harry had been prodding him and teasing him all day and Louis wasn't sure why. Was Harry mad? Horny? Why? What had Louis done?

When Harry got up and high fived the interviewer because he remembered her, Louis couldn't help but make a crack about the chemistry in the room. Niall gave him a look.

And when Harry touched Liam's ear randomly, Louis couldn't help but snap at him. Harry didn't respond, barely even regarded him.

That's why Louis followed him into his dressing room after the interview. He almost grabbed Harry and pushed him up against the wall, but Harry slipped out from under him and grabbed a magazine as he plopped on the couch. "Yes?" Harry asked coolly.

Louis folded his arms across his chest. "You're being a twat," Louis told him. Harry furrowed his brow, but didn't respond. "What is it?" Louis asked. "Are you mad? What did I do?"

Harry opened his mouth, but suddenly there was a knock on the door. Louise came in. "Oh, hey, Louis," she said. "Just changing outfits. There's another interview in twenty." She headed over to Harry. Harry glared at Louis for a moment, then turned to Louise and gave her a bright smile.

"Are you staying?" Louise asked Louis. Louis shook his head. He gave Harry one more glance, then spun on his heel and left the room.

The rest of the day was even more annoying, because Harry had turned from poking at him and purposefully annoying him to blatantly ignoring him. Louis was itching to get back to their hotel.

After the long day, he finally came into their hotel room after chatting with Zayn in the lobby for a moment. He wasn't that surprised to see Harry on his bed, on his phone, purposely avoiding eye contact. Louis walked over and plucked the phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Louis growled. Yeah, he was fucking angry now.

Harry blushed and slid down into the bed, not responding.

Louis grabbed his wrist and hauled him up, putting his other hand into Harry's hair. He pulled Harry's head up until their faces were level. Louis glared at him. Harry's lips were parted and he gasped when Louis yanked at his hair.

"Go on," Harry said finally, licking his lips. "Punish me."

Louis searched his eyes. "Is that why you were a prat all day? Because you wanted me to punish you?"

Harry licked his lips again. He was silent for a second, and Louis roughly pulled his hair again. Harry whimpered.

"No," Harry said finally. "You just... you kissed Eleanor yesterday."

Louis rolled his eyes. "I did a pap walk with her, Harry."

"And you kissed her at the end."

"You know it wasn't a real kiss," Louis snapped. He was usually sweet when Harry would get jealous like this, but come on. Harry had been fucking with him all day.