1D smut book

louis - walls

credits: me (wattpad)
warnings: smut, dom/sub mentions
word count: ~3k

You and Louis had been friends for the longest time, since before he was the Louis Tomlinson. You'd watched him grow up in the spotlight while you supported and loved him from the sidelines. He'd bring you everywhere with him when he could, or rather when you allowed him to you didn't like the idea of him spending his money on you, but he always waved you off, saying nothing was too much if it was for you.

You were so proud of what he'd achieved and what he'd become but he was still the same Louis you grew up with and you couldn't be more grateful to have him in your life all this time.

While he rarely spent his time on social media, you spent a majority of your time checking your phone and refreshing your feeds you just liked to be informed and up to date. Louis didn't interact that frequently with his fans online, instead preferring the connection when you meet face to face. However, although he wouldn't respond to people, he would often let you show him what people were saying after all, he was human too and sometimes he would get a little curious.

You and Louis had been sitting on his couch for an hour now, him messaging Mark to deal with work related things while you scrolled through twitter, looking at the fans reactions to Louis' latest music video. It made you smile seeing how happy he made people, you'd seen several people had said that this was "exactly what we needed during this time" and honestly, you couldn't agree more.

You scrolled down some more and genuinely laughed out loud at the next tweet you read. "I'd sell both my legs and arms just to be the dart player Louis' laying on."

You caught Louis' attention and he looked over at you, raising a brow, a small smile on his lips.

"What's up?"

You settled down from your laughing fit and showed him the tweet and both his eyebrows raised.

He laughed sheepishly, "You know I really don't get the 'hype'", he put the last word in air quotes. He was always trying to keep up with the latest "slang" as he would put it. He shrugged, a small smirk on his face "I'm just little old me."

Though his face showed humor, after all the these years, you could tell from the look in his eyes that there was some truth behind his words.

You looked at him incredulously before rolling your eyes and putting your phone aside, unable to stop yourself from going off. "It's because you're so genuinely kindhearted, talented and incredibly attractive." You said as a matter off factly, looking him right in the eye, before looking down at your hands and leaning further back into the couch. "And you have this aura about you

Literally anyone would get down on their knees for you if you asked, actually, no, you wouldn't even have to ask. You could just look at them and they'd do it, no questions asked. They'd know what to do."

You had no idea where the courage for you to say all that came from, and looking right in the camera three minutes straight while he sang about some walls out put you on edge. You had been there for him through all his relationships and you loved having him as a friend...but being that close to Louis and not falling in love with him was practically impossible and you weren't blind. I mean come on.

After a few moments had passed and he still hadn't said anything, you looked up at him. He was sitting there, a serious look on his face as he stared you down, completely silent. He put his phone down on the table and leaned back, spreading his legs.

You quickly glanced down at his lap then back up to meet his eyes. "What, What are you doing?"

He looked you up and down. "Well according to you," he tilted his head cheekily, "all I need to do is look at you, and you'll know what to do."