The Biggest Fanboy - l.s

💚Seventy-Eight💚

(A/N: Smut warning)

"You two aren't coming to the court meeting," Harry's manager said in a matter of fact voice.

"But why!" Harry cried frustratedly, "I want to be there to hear what's happening with the stuff going on with me, and my boyfriend!"

Harry and his management had been arguing all morning about the court hearing happening later that day, all five people gathered in Harry's room.

Louis was sitting in the bed, chewing at his nails with tear filled eyes, gaze pointed down at the sheets while Harry and his management talked.

"Enough, Harry. I will not be having this conversation anymore. We've been here an hour already, I will not be wasting anymore time, and I will not be taking this disrespect from you. Now shape up! I have sacrificed so much bullshit for you, Harry. This is partially your fault for not telling us there was a bitch following you around! That's something you should tell us about, Harry!"

"But it's the security guards' jobs to make sure we're safe! So that's your fault for not hiring people who do their job correctly!"

His manager had never looked angrier.

"You will not second guess my way of doing things ever again, you hear me, Harry?"

His voice was now calm. But it was the only time Harry was actually scared of his manager throughout this 'meeting.'

Harry sighed in defeat, his whole body slouching.

"Fine," he murmured.

He hung his head, letting his arms fall at his sides.

"Good. Now, I don't want another peep from you and your boyfriend today, got it?"

Harry didn't respond, he waited for everyone to leave, before the dam broke.

He started heaving out cries.

From frustration, humiliation, anger, sadness, overwhelmed with everything.

His shoulder shook and his knees felt weak.

He buried his face in his hands, sobbing violently.

He just wanted to be held.

He needed a distraction.

He felt small arms wrap around him, small hands pressing into his stomach and his chest.

And he felt Louis press his head against his back.

"Let it out, baby. I hate how they treat you, and I'm so sorry I can't do anything about it."

Louis' voice was quiet, and even through Harry's hysteric mind, he knew Louis was holding back tears, too.

Turning around, Harry held onto Louis tightly, crying into his shoulder.

Louis held him.

And Harry calmed down.

And as soon as he was able to breath again without hiccuping from lack of air, he pressed their lips together. hard.

Louis gasped into the unexpected kiss, but kissed Harry back immediately, nonetheless.

But after a minute of hard kissing - of clashing tongues and wet noises and lips swelling - Louis pulled Harry away from his mouth by grabbing his shoulders, steadying the man.

"What was that for?" He asked breathlessly.

Harry surged forward again, kissing Louis for a few seconds, before pulling away a fraction, breathing against Louis' lips.