THE BOYS ARE NOT FAMOUS IN THIS.
Harry's POV
The estate agent opened the door to my new house. It felt weird. It was weird living somewhere else, other than Holmes Chapel. This house was amazing, and really big, but it was somewhere in the country, really quiet and private. I know it sounds stupid, me being a guy, but I came to work for him as a butler, , housekeeper thing for someone called Louis Tomlinson, I had only met him a couple times, but I liked the house, and I needed the money. I walked inside, my clothes already here, in my room. It was a big size, but not as big as the main bedrooms.
"I hope you get settled in nicely, Mr Tomlinson should be back in about 10 minutes. Bye, Mr Styles." The estate agent spoke. I said a goodbye and he left. I didn't really know what to do after that. How do you settle in somewhere, when you're the only one there?
I decided to use my phone for a bit. I texted a few people, not really getting into an interesting conversation with anyone. I went on Twitter for a bit, reading pointless and uninteresting tweets when I heard a key and the door open.
"Hello?" I heard a voice say. I put my phone in my pocket and walked to the front of the house where the door is.
"Oh... Hello. Harry is it?" He asked. I nodded.
"Nice to meet you. Well... Properly that is," I put my hand out and Louis just looked at it.
"Sorry. I don't really talk to the help." Louis stated coldly. I dropped my hand and chuckled slightly.
"Right then..." I said, a little offended.
"I mean, I do. Just not when they're sexy as fuck, and there's a chance I'd have to bang you right here," Louis winked. "You can start by cleaning my room, last door on the left, upstairs, okay?" He walked off into another room. Did my boss just call me sexy? And tell me he wants to have sex with me. Even if he's just joking, that's still pretty weird...
Louis' POV
I hadn't told Harry I was gay. The only person that knows is my sister, Christie, and my best mates Niall, Liam and Zayn. Harry's incredibly good looking. Oh who am I kidding, he's hot, and I want him. And what Louis wants, Louis gets. Yes, I'm speaking in 3rd person, I'm allowed, because I'm sexy. I saw Harry had gone upstairs to clean my room about 10 minutes ago, so I decided to go see how he was getting on.
I got to my room and leaned on the door frame. Harry was bent over picking stuff up. He was wearing jeans and I couldn't help but stare at his arse. I cleared my throat, and Harry turned around, startled.
"I liked the view better before," I gave a cheeky wink and I could sense I made Harry uncomfortable. I, however, thought it was hilarious.
"I er... I mean it's... Your room's pretty much done, so can I go unpack my stuff?" I nodded my approval and he walked past me. I wanted to smack his bum, but if I did, he could sue me for sexual harrassment, so I decided to leave that.
Harry's POV
I had no idea what Louis was doing. I couldn't work out if he was gay, or just messing with me. I shook it off, or at least I tried to, and began to unpack my clothes.
"Harry! Come here a minute please!" I left my room and walked into Louis' room. And there he was. Lying on his bed. In his boxers.
