Behind the Cameras

Brazil Larry

May 2014 - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

In honor of As It Was! I guess???

So I have been working on this one for a long time, and I'm pretty proud of it. It's fucking messed up though, so here are warnings.

CW and TW- if this were archive I could TAG but I can't ugh.
Basically it reflects off Harry and his whole pain thing and Louis burns him. Uh, NO blood, but like wound play? Idk how to explain that. Spanking, bondage. A lot of cigarette stuff. It's the main thing. Smoke, secondhand smoke, etc.

That's all, but really plz don't read if that makes you uncomfortable AT ALL.
I think this is the longest one I've written- it's almost 8000 words.

Just for fun, what's been your favorite Louis show so far??? Tell me!! :

Enjoy, and I warned y'all.

The warm water calmed Louis, even with deafening screams in the background. It was a private pool at their hotel, yet somehow fans were crowded outside the gate. Louis closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

All the boys loved Brazil. It was stunning, and the shows were amazing. They were always an adrenaline rush, making them want to jump up and down and scream even after it had ended. Brazil was somehow magic. And incomparable to other places as well.

Last night, they had all screamed at some point. He was pretty sure Harry had cried. Zayn had even danced ridiculously with Liam for a minute. Even the next day, they were all still coming down from the high.

Louis breathed in the scent of chlorine, but the shrieking was getting to his head. He locked eyes with Harry across the pool and motioned that he was going to head upstairs. Harry nodded and turned back to Niall, who was telling him something.

A security guard that he didn't know followed him to his room, and stood outside the door as Louis headed in. Even though he was eleven floors up in a large suite, he still couldn't drown out the sounds of the fans.

Louis groaned and grabbed his earbuds, shuffling Abba on Harry's Spotify and turning it up loud. He grabbed his cigarettes and a lighter and headed to the balcony. Their hotel was on a beach, and Louis gazed at the waves lapping at the sand. He inhaled smoke and blew it out, watching the cloud rise and evaporate until he couldn't see the gray at all.

It was a warm day, but the breeze was cool on Louis' skin. He put down his cigarette and pulled off his shirt, leaning back in the plush balcony chair. And for the moment, he relaxed.

He jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, and pulled out an earbud.

"Hey," Harry said softly, and all Louis could do was nod. "You ok?" Harry asked. Louis looked up at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, and his hair was dripping. Small droplets had gathered in the dimples on his face, and the indent of his hips right above where his swim shorts sat.

"I'm good, baby," Louis said with a soft smile. "Just needed to get away from the noise."

Harry nodded, and cold water droplets fell from his hair onto Louis. Harry seemed to find this amusing when Louis shot him a look, so he shook his head over Louis, spraying water everywhere.

"Ah!" Louis yelled. Harry was giggling above him, because of course he was, and somehow a stray droplet managed to land on the tip of Louis' cigarette and put it out.

Louis sent him a glare, and it sent Harry into another fucking world. He howled with laughter, grabbing Louis' shoulder for balance as he threw his head back.

"You're a little shit," Louis said as he lit another cigarette, but he couldn't help smiling fondly at the floor.

Harry plopped onto the ground, resting his head on Louis' knee. Louis couldn't imagine the position or ground was comfortable, but Harry seemed content. Harry had a wet hand wrapped around his ankle, and Louis smiled down at him. He started rubbing circles with his thumb on Louis' ankle, right over his upside-down triangle tattoo.