Behind the Cameras

A Video Diary Moment

October 2010- X Factor House

Double update? Sorta?

Featuring Louis Tomlinson's dirty and horny 18 year old mind. That's all, basically.

Also, this will end up at the very front when I reorder and it's a different type of writing than I usually do. So hi, new readers, the one shots are usually a bit different than this one. Keep reading. ❤️

The X Factor house was clumsy and packed and annoying at points. But Louis loved it.

Yes, he woke up every morning with a pain in his back from the stupid bed. And yes, the milk was usually left out overnight so he had to eat his cereal plain. And yes, the floor was disgusting and dirty and he always forgot to put on socks. And yes, Zayn snored like a fucking train.

But Louis loved it.

Harry was there.

It was simple, really. Sure, the cramp in his spine was bothersome, but Harry was always there when he opened his eyes, breathing softly and curled in on himself. And yeah, the milk would be bad and Louis would pour dry cereal in a bowl and start to eat it with his hands. But then Harry would hop into the kitchen, curls bouncing and beam when he saw Louis. And sure, the floor was gross, but when Harry would run over to him and throw his arms around his neck, Louis couldn't bring himself to give a fuck. Harry would shove his sleepy face into his neck, whining softly and pretending to try to jump up to catch his legs around his waist.

Did Louis want Harry's legs around his waist? Yes. In fact, what he really wanted was to press Harry up against the nearest wall like that and fuck him until Harry was snuffling and crying, dragging his small fingers across Louis' back. What he really wanted was to have Harry on his hands and knees as Louis fingered him with one hand and held him by his hair with the other. What he really wanted was for Harry to drop to his knees and make whimpering sounds until Louis let him suck him off.

He wasn't sure where these urges came from, really. Harry was young and pretty with innocent looking bambi eyes and full lips. Louis wasn't sure why he just wanted to ruin him so much.

Instead, he laughed it off when Harry tried to climb him and pushed him lightly, teasing. Harry had kneed him in the groin on countless occasions while trying this; the boy was built like a baby giraffe. Louis wanted to laugh and kiss him, then fuck him into the ninth dimension.

He would wank himself raw in the shower to these thoughts of Harry, letting himself pretend that it was normal to want to see your best mate cry while his lips were stretched around your cock. He pretended it wasn't a big deal. He pretended it wouldn't affect anything if the five of them got somewhere in the music business. Louis pretended a lot, he realized.

The worse part of it was that Louis was pretty fucking sure Harry liked him back. He saw him out of the corner of his eye glancing over and staring at him. He watched him flush and bite his bottom lip whenever Louis would turn a simple comment Liam had said into something dirty. He noticed the way he would frown and look down wherever Louis would chat about girls with Naill. He only did it to see Harry's reaction, really.

He was pretty sure everyone in the house saw it. It got to the point that Zayn would roll his eyes when Harry ran to jump on Louis' lap on the couch. Or, when it was just the three of them, Liam would excuse himself to let Louis and Harry have their "alone time." Cher stopped hitting on Harry after some time, and Aiden would kiss Harry's forehead and then turn to smirk and grin at Louis like he had just done something momentous.

It got to the point that it was ridiculous. Harry just got more and more clingy until Louis felt like he couldn't remember the last time Harry wasn't with him.