Itstilliswhatitis

Railed

This one is for you supu1224 ❤

Corona. Harry was home in London when the virus started to spread. At first, he just hoped that it would pass quickly, but more and more people got infected. He thought about flying to the States but his family was here even if he didn't see them. If they caught the virus and became really ill he didn't want to be across the world.

At first, he went to the studio but then the government demanded a lockdown. He stayed in one of his houses going absolutely insane. His two worst fears were molded into one. The fear of dying and the fear of being alone. He had never been alone. Not like this. The walls came crawling closer by the minute.

He refused to go home to Holmes Chapel. He didn't want to risk infecting his mum or his sister. Niall and Liam were in the States. Zayn too. He realized that he didn't know anyone in London that he was close enough to. Except for one person that he knew would be here. They hadn't really talked in years. Not since the band broke up. Since they broke up.

They had both been too hurt, too messed up. He had been there for him when his mum died but they hadn't seen each other since. But while he was pacing around in his big, empty house all alone there was only one person he wanted to see. No one knew him as well as he did. No one ever would. They hadn't just been in love. They had been best friends too and right now he needed his best friend.

After thinking about it for almost a week he caved and picked up the phone to call him, nervously pacing back and forth in his living room.
"Harry?" He sounded surprised.

"Hi Louis, how are you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Locked inside me house but no worries. How are you?" Louis said.

"Uhm... I'm in London actually. By myself." Harry said.

"Oh. Oooooh. Alone?" Louis asked like he just realized something.

"Yeah." Harry sighed.

"You don't have to be scared, Harry. Just stay inside." Louis said softly.

"Yeah, that's not really working. I eh, I'm not good at being alone." Harry admitted and bit his lower lip.

"I know." Louis said, still softly.

"So, ehm, I know this is weird but, ehm, can I come to stay with you for a while?" Harry blurted out and regretted it immediately. That was so stupid and desperate and there was no way...

"Of course. Yeah." Louis agreed easily.

"Really? Are you sure?" Harry questioned.

Louis laughed softly.
"Honestly, I could use the company too."

"So she's not with you?" Harry asked.

"Who? Oh, Eleanor? Of course not, Harry. Why would she? Pack a bag, come over!" Louis answered.

They hung up and Harry packed a bag before he changed his mind. This was a really bad idea. He drove over to Louis' house and grabbed his suitcase. He knocked on the door. Louis opened it with a smile.
"Hi there, old friend."

That kind of hurt. They were more than that. Harry smiled.
"Hi."

Louis showed him inside. He had never been to this house. He dropped his suitcase in the hallway. Louis seemed nervous. Well, so was he.
"So have you been here before? I don't remember."

"No." Harry replied.

"Right, well, house tour then. Come on. Ehm, kitchen to your left. Dining room. Here's the living room. Music room. Movie room. Bedrooms. You can choose whatever you want, except for that one, that's me room." Louis rambled.

"Okay." Harry smiled. He felt like a moron for smiling all the time.

"In the basement, you have a spa section, a laundry room, and a gym." Louis informed him.

Harry let out a surprised laugh.
"A gym?"

"Mostly for show and tell but now when you're here I'm sure it will be used." Louis smirked.

"Yeah, that's great actually." Harry replied.

They looked at the bedrooms and Harry choose the biggest one that had its own bathroom. He brought his suitcase inside and unpacked it.
"Pizza?" Louis shouted from somewhere in the house.

"You haven't learned how to cook yet?" Harry shouted back teasingly.

Louis showed up at his doorstep.
"Nope."

"Pizza sounds good." Harry replied.

"I'll call in the order." Louis said and turned around.

"Aren't you gonna ask what I want?" Harry said.

Louis turned around.
"Oh, it's not pepperoni?"

"Yes, it is. You remembered." Harry smiled.

"Of course."

They sat down to eat as soon as the pizza arrived. Things were awkward between them, just as he suspected it would be. They went to bed early.

Three days passed and it was still awkward. Louis was so polite. A lot of yes please, no thank you and I'm sorry. It wasn't him. Not that he was rude or anything usually, but it just made Harry uncomfortable. On the fourth morning, he went to knock on Louis' bedroom door to tell him that he was leaving. No one answered so he opened the door carefully and poked his head inside. The bed was empty. He took a step inside and heard the shower. He was just about to leave when his eyes fell on Louis' laptop laying on the bed, facing him. Louis seemed to be reading something. Curiosity got the best of him and he went over to take a quick look. His eyes got stuck on a paragraph that really stood out.

"Uhuh, please, need it so badly. Please let them fuck me, daddy. Let them fuck me hard." Harry panted out.

"My little whore gets what he wants. You're gonna be completely railed by four strangers and you're just gonna take it, okay?" Louis growled.

"Yes, whore, fuck, yes. Destroy me. Please, daddy. I'll be good." Harry whimpered.

"Fucking hell, Harry." Louis hissed.

What the actual fuck? Was this a Larry Stylinson fan fiction? About Louis and him? A one with sex? Daddy kink sex? What the hell was going on? Why was Louis reading this? He couldn't believe his eyes. Then he heard a loud gasp behind him and jumped away from the computer as if it had burned him. Shit!