The Cashier and The Pornstar - {H.S}

Chapter 3

Louis nervously trailed behind Harry as they walked into the studio where Harry shot his videos. It's been two weeks since Louis was asked to do the video and agreed to it.

In those two weeks, Harry and Louis grew closer and closer. They spent the days walking around town, going to the movies and eventually got to that dinner that Harry promised.

Harry was amazing and he was so sweet and affectionate to Louis while they were out and it made Louis' head swim. Every touch, every whisper, Lord every breath Harry took made Louis' skin erupt in goose bumps while a shiver ran down his spine.

Louis was so head over heels for this boy and he knew he was fucked. Harry was a porn star and Louis was about to become one. Kind of.

Harry said that if they liked him, they'd sign him to a contract. Harry was so sure that they were going to because as Harry put it; "You got a fucking rockin' body and a nice arse, Lou. No way they'd pass you up."

Louis knew how porn stars worked though. They had videos to do, got fucked by random people, even fucked random people.

Louis didn't know if he could do that. Hell, he couldn't even stand the thought of being with someone other than Harry at this point.

Fuck the idea of Harry going with anyone else after this. He didn't even want that horrid thought to cross his mind.

No, if you're wondering, the two are not together. They acted like it though and it was fucking with Louis' head.

They cuddled, kissed, had dinner together, slept together; But Harry just hadn't asked Louis out. There was no way Louis was making the first move. He was never that kind of boy.

Louis was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name called. He looked into those mesmerizing green eyes, shining with amusement and something that might have been fondness but Louis refused to let himself believe that.

Louis rolled his eyes playfully at the wide grin on Harry's face and fucking hell, those dimples. He brushed past Harry who was opening the door for him, knocking their shoulders together.

He heard Harry laugh and it made his stomach flip. God, his laugh.

Harry placed his hand on Louis' lower back and led him over towards the dressing room. Louis' nerves started to grow a bit and he found himself chewing on his finger nails.

It was a nervous habit he picked up in high school and he hasn't broken it since. It brought him a sense of comfort.

Harry noticed and he stopped walking, wrapping his arm around Louis' waist and bringing him around so that they were facing each other. He used his free hand to gently pull Louis' hands away from his mouth and smiled softly, making Louis' knees go weak.

If Harry's arm wasn't around him, he's sure he would have fallen to the ground in a puddle. Harry placed his hand gently on Louis' neck and jaw, rubbing his thumb softly over Louis' cheekbones making Louis' eyes flutter which caused Harry to smile.

Louis looked up into Harry's eyes as he heard the lad speak, "Love.. I know you're nervous. But I promise that you're going to do great. And you won't be in the cameras alone. I'll be right there, yeah?" Louis slowly nodded his head and smiled as Harry kissed his forehead.

Okay, so maybe biting his fingernails wasn't his only sense of comfort but it's the only thing he can rely on. He forced himself not to pout and cling to Harry as he pulled away and led him into the dressing room.

He looked around at the people running around the room, shouting all kinds of different things. Louis only heard something about make up and clothing before he was being pulled into a chair.