Golden

Chapter 1

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"Haz?" Louis popped his head into the boys' dressing room quickly scanning the room. He had noticed a bench outside, surrounded by flowers and wanted to sit with his boyfriend and talk before the interview. He just needed Harry to hurry up and finish getting dressed.
"He's not here," Zayn mumbled, combing his hair in front of the mirror, narrowing his dark eyes at himself as he spoke.
"Thanks mate," Louis turned to Niall and Liam who were sharing a pack of potato chips and scrolling through twitter, "any idea where he is?" He asked
"Think I saw him head to the bench outside with Taylor," Niall shrugged, "so romantic..." He trailed off wistfully, shooting Louis an apologetic look, "sorry, looked like they were gonna be a while, Harry was fully dressed and shit, I think he was gonna join us when we need to make an appearance."
"Ugh, k fine," Louis grumbled, trying to appear nonchalant in front of the lads. They had no way of knowing how annoying it was when Harry had to hang out with Taylor, they didn't have any idea that Harry was his boyfriend of 2 years and Tay, as well as Eleanor, were just there to keep management off their cases.
He plopped down in front of a mirror grumpily and started on his hair.
"Here he goes..." Liam teased,
"Honestly I don't know how you manage to take longer than Zayn, Lou, the man has like 3 different hairsprays." Niall added
"Oh, fuck off will ya?" Louis groaned, throwing a spoungey thing Lou had used for their makeup at Liam, "just because you guys don't give a shit how you look in interviews and still manage to come off the most drama free, doesn't mean the rest of us can afford to take it easy."
"Hey sorry mate, didn't mean to offend you," Liam looked up sharply, "it was just banter, lad"
"Yeah, I know, I know" Louis grumbled. Keep it together, he reminded himself,  you've got to fucking look happy in 30 minutes.
As he worked on his hair, Louis' thoughts kept wandering outside, to the spot on the bench he wanted to be sitting on, with Harry doing his hair in private, chilling with his boyfriend, talking about nothing and everything as they did. Instead, Harry was out there with his fake girlfriend and Louis was inside, on his own. He wondered what they were talking about.
"15 minutes boys," Lou stuck her in the room chirping and quickly withdrew, hurt at the daggers Louis shot her.
"Get it together lad," Liam told him sharply, "I don't know what's gotten you in a muddle but management is going to be pissed if you go out there shooting angry looks at every fucking person who glances your way."
"Why don't you mind your own fucking business, Liam," Louis scoffed, shoving his last attempts to be civil into the hopeless pile of his mind. Fucking management. The last people he wanted to hear about. Zayn shot him a look from across the room that was both sympathetic and annoyed at the same time and Louis thawed a little.
"Sorry Lima," he sighed, "I'm just a little preoccupied."
"Well I'd appreciate it if you didn't take it out on me," Liam grumbled, and Niall slapped his arm lightly, showing him something on his phone and they both laughed.
The next few minutes went by in silence, broken by the occasional burst of laughter from Niall or the clattering sound of Zayn putting down yet another beauty tool.
Five minutes until their appearance, Harry reappeared, his hair perfectly ruffled, suit ironed to perfection and Louis felt another streak of annoyance at the time that had been stolen from them. He tried catching Harry's eyes but the taller man seemed to be avoiding him.
The boys lined up, ready to go out, and Harry placed himself firmly between Niall and Zayn. Louis felt a stab of disappointment. He knew it wasn't Harry's fault that they couldn't sit next to each other, but why wasn't he looking at him? Where was the usual good luck wink?
Louis was still pissed when the door opened and they walked out, but he forced a smile on his face and tried to be civil. Tried. Until about 5 minutes into the interview.
"So who here's taken?" The interviewer was going with the normal route, fucking annoying personal questions. He let the others answer, throwing out a smile and trying to look relaxed and ignore the way Harry was talking, in his deep, slow relaxing voice.
"Louis, you're awfully quiet today," the interviewer commented, "how about your love life, how's Eleanor?"
"She's great," Louis answered, and feeling wound up and annoyed at Harry, he added, "we've been getting to spend quite a bit of time together, now that we're touring close to home, which is really nice because everyone knows I love spending time with the people I love, and I guess I just really love her." He grinned a little, "I mean, have you ever seen anyone as gorgeous?" He finished, not daring to look at Harry behind him.
"I might've," Harry said suddenly. Louis turned around to see Harry winking at the interviewer who laughed in return. His heart clenched a little as Harry and the interviewer went off on a mock flirting session for a little
"...well I'll have to get your number then, won't I?" Harry finally joked, cocking his head sideways and winking again.
"Catch me after," the interviewer laughed, turning back to her cards. "okay, moving on..." The crowd laughed appreciatively, "let's talk career goals, shall we?"
The boys nodded and Louis swallowed hard. What the hell was going on with Harry? Had he done something wrong? He forced himself to focus on the interview, managing half of the answers and lots of nods until thankfully, the woman thanked them for coming and saw them out.
He wanted to catch Harry in the car and demand an answer from him and was relieved to see him following him, but management forced Harry to turn around and go into the next car. Climbing into the black vehicle with Niall, Louis was about to shove his earphones in when Niall stopped him.
"I don't know what's up, Lou, but if you want to talk....I'm a pretty good listener."
Louis stared at him for a second, he knew Harry had that kind of relationship with Niall, where they shared openly, but he and Niall had more of a surface relationship, Louis preferred sharing with Liam who helped him problem solve often.
"Thanks, Ni, but it's kind of...personal," he said, hoping he wasn't being too rude. Then again, he could just add Niall to the list of people he offended today.
"It's about Harry isn't it," Niall said softly
"H-he told you?" Louis asked sharply, as Niall flinched and looked away. Louis forced him to look at him. "Niall. What did he tell you?" Now he was really angry. They agreed a year ago to keep their relationship an absolute secret, knowing full well it could tear the band apart.
"No, Lou, he didn't tell me, but I guess that kind of confirms it." Niall said mysteriously
"How'd you know?" Louis asked, relieved and wound up at the same time.
But Niall just turned to him with one of his smiles, "you soften up when he's around, and you act like a wound up spring when he's not," he said simply.
Louis sighed deeply, "it's just, it's complicated Ni," he said, "please don't tell the others."
"I'll respect that, but I don't really get it," Niall promised. "I swear they'll be fine with it. I've been hoping it was true for ages now,"
"I know, Niall, just, please."
"I got you, but please tell Harold I know so you two can at least be open around me."
"Thanks Nialler," Louis said, as the car pulled up outside the house he and Harry shared, "see you later for the meeting,"
"See ya lad,"
Louis walked slowly towards the door, the wind taken slightly out of his sails because of his talk with Niall. He felt slightly tired, like he couldn't be arsed to demand answers from Harry. He just wanted a pile of cookies, the leftover cake from Sunday's date night and a long, hot shower. Alone.
But it seemed nothing he wanted was going to happen today. Starting with the alone part. He spied a mop of curly hair in the kitchen straight away and sighed sufferingly. Of course, Harry was home already. He braced himself to be ignored again and pushed open the kitchen door.
"Hey, Sunshine," Harry smiled at him, opening his arms.
Confused, Louis stared at him for a minute. So Harry was going to act like nothing happened. Fine, let him, it didn't mean he was going to buy into it. Ignoring Harry's waiting embrace, Louis headed over to the cookie jar, trying not to lose his senses at the hurt that flooded Harry's green eyes.
"C'mon mate, no hug for me? I've been waiting all day Lou" Harry whined, and Louis almost gave in right there, before reminding himself that he had been the one waiting for Harry's wink and it hadn't come either. Grabbing a cookie, Louis leaned against the counter opposite Harry just staring at him, waiting. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but he certainly wasn't going to be the one to break the silence.
Harry sighed deeply
"Come on, Sunshine, don't be a jerk. I've done nothing wrong, sir. Why won't you hug me?"
Suddenly, he couldn't breathe. It was as though something had switched in his mind the second Harry had called him sir.
Deliberately, he set down the cookie, not breaking eye contact. The green eyes stared back, hard, wide, and full of innocence. He knew exactly what he was doing  Louis lowered his gaze to Harry's dark cheeks, pink lips and Adams apple. When the lump in Harry's throat bobbed as he swallowed, Louis snapped back to himself.
"Sorry princess" he said with a smirk, "I must've zoned out. What were you saying?"
Harry mumbled something quietly
"What was that?" Louis asked sharply,
When Harry didn't answer Louis pushed aside the guitar and stepped between Harry's legs, looking up. "I said, what was that?" His voice was rougher than he intended, and he immediately regretted it as Harry flinched
Louis sighed and turned around, but stopped as he felt a large, soft hand engulf his own.
Inhaling sharply, he stared down at their intertwined fingers for a moment before meeting Harry's eyes
"I said, where did your mind go?"
"Oh...I-"
"And don't lie."
Blue met green. An electric current seemed to zip through Louis, taking his breath away, and he knew, he couldn't lie.
"Haz..." Slowly, he let his fingers run along his boyfriend's thigh, taking in the way Harry's breath seemed to hitch with the simple movement.
"What is it?"
"What is it, sir," Louis said sharply, pulling Harry off the counter and roughly, pushing him against the wall.
Understanding flashed through Harry's eyes. He reached his head down to kiss Louis, but Louis held up his arm
"Apologize."
Harry looked confused for a moment and anger flashed through Louis.
"I said, apologize Haz. I've been replaying the interview in my head all day. I deserve an explanation, and a huge, fucking apology."
Harry sighed deeply and turned his head away. Louis placed a hand under his chin and forced Harry to look at him. His trousers were getting unbearably tight and he had to force himself not to break eye contact and just take Harry against the wall.
"M-sorry...it's just....Eleanor...and Taylor said...and you were lying right?"
"Harry," Louis's voice was impatient, and compassionless. His stern look finally penetrated something in Harry's brain and he grabbed the smaller boy and spun them around so he was holding Louis by the chest against the wall, his face barely two inches away from his boyfriend's
"Look I'm sorry okay!? I'm not perfect, I get jealous when I see you with El! And I know it's not real but she can be a real bitch about rubbing it in my face. And Taylor said it would be a good idea to make you understand what it feels like by flirting with someone a bit...and the interviewer...and then when you said about El at the interview, I just snapped. I'm sorry Lou...I'm sorry sunshine...I'm sorry."
"Baby..." Louis looked up at him, turning then back around and pinning Harry's hands above his head, "look me in the eye my love, have you ever seen me look at someone else like this?"
Harry stared back at him, his green eyes turning a few shades darker at Louis' voice, deliberately quiet but with a sharp edge. He struggled to pull his hands away from the wall but the smaller man applied more preassure, grabbing hold on his wrists with one hand and cupping his jaw with the other.
"Answer me angel," he whispered, tiptoeing so his lips could press right against the taller man's ear, "do I look at anyone else the way I look at you?"
"N-no sir," Harry managed, slightly disoriented as he always got when Louis restrained him somewhat. It drove him crazy when he was completely at his boyfriends mercy, but he loved it.
"That's right baby, it's only you." He continued speaking into Harry's ear, voice low, pushing his hard on against Harry's leg so he could feel how turned on he was. 
"You feel how hard I am? How hard you make me. Only you."
Harry gasped, pupils fully dialated now and painfully hard in his trousers. He pushed his arms harder, trying to wrap and arm around his boyfriend and keep him close but Louis was surprisingly strong for his size and pushed his wrists back firmly into the wall.
"You think I would hold anyone else like this? Hm baby, is that what your worried about?"
He looked Harry in the eye, and the curly lad immediately knew he wanted an answer. "Not anymore, Lou. I know, it's you and me." He said softly
"You and me." Louis smiled, letting Harry's hands drop. "good answer."
He took a step back and looked Harry up and down, his blue eyes hard.
"I'm going to show you things that are only you and me angel. All of them. And you're going to be good and let me show you the whole time. Okay love?" He asked
"Show me, Lou" Harry could barely concentrate on the conversation, his eyes fixated on Louis, taking in the way the blue eyes were drinking him in with reverance.
Louis took another step back and hopped onto the counter where Harry had been sitting before.
"Go upstairs baby," he said, so quietly Harry might have missed it, "take off all your clothes and get in the shower, I know you like to see me wet."
"Love to see you wet," Harry answered, coming forward to kiss Louis before he turned to go, "you look fucking hot when youre wet."
Louis just stared at him sternly and Harry blushed, leaving the room in a hurry, almost tripping over his own feet.
Louis smiled fondly behind him, loving the way Harry's usual clumsiness was multiplied ten times over when he was turned on.
He leaned back into the counter, just taking a minute to breathe. So Harry was jealous in some form of him and El. He got it, really he did. It sucked that they couldn't go public. But Harry had nothing to worry about. God if only he knew what he did to Louis. Just the very thought of Harry, with his curly hair plastered over his shoulders, sticky with sweat, eyes dark, his goddamn, glass cutting jawline as he swallowed could send Louis over the edge.  And thinking of him cuddles up into him, sleeping with the most peaceful look on his face could never fail to bring a smile to his lips. His Harry was perfect. He had to know.
Unable to hold off any longer, knowing his Greek god a boyfriend was waiting for him in the shower, Louis grabbed a bottle of water and sent a quick text to El, asking her to help out so he could take his time with Harry, and headed upstairs.
His boner was still there, still painful, and still making it hard to walk, but it only got worse once he entered the bathroom. God, Harry deserved to be worshiped.
"Harry..." He took in the image before him. His boy was standing, leaning against the bathroom counter, fully naked, his tattoos on full display, hair spilling over his shoulders, green eyes dilated. Behind him, the shower was on and steam was starting to rise, making Harry look like he was wrapped in a cloud. "Harry baby, you don't know do you? Come here, let me show you something." He walked over slowly, not bothering to take off his clothes just yet. "look baby," he took Harry's hand and placed it over his own arm, placing it over the black heart inked there. "look at our love on your body"
"Me and you," Harry whispered, smiling softly and touching the spot on Louis arm where he knew the heart was hidden beneath.
"Me and you" Louis agreed, taking Harry's hand back, he continued guiding it around his body. "our ship, looks so beautiful on your skin my love, and look, here's our rose. Our first words. Out little secrets printed on your skin. On your beautiful body." He dropped Harry's hand and pushed him lightly toward the shower.
"Go in." He said gently. "I want to see my beautiful boy surrounded by the steam. I want to see how my angel looks when all the clouds come to gather around him."
Harry blushed the prettiest shade of pink, a little smile peeking through his lips and he walked backwards into their open plan shower, stopping when his back his the black tiles and leaning back.
"So gorgeous," Louis stared transfixed and ever so slowly, started to undress, holding Harry's gaze, watching the way his boyfriend's eyes roamed his body with each bit of exposed skin.
Finally, he let his aching cock out, watching Harry swallow sharply as he took it in.
"I love your jaw when you swallow," he commented casually before stepping in next to Harry who held out his hands to grab Louis.
"Baby," Louis whispered, "I'm going to take care of you, slowly and gently," he leaned forward, touching his lips to the spot below Harry's ear, "I'm not going to fuck you baby," he gripped Harry's waist suddenly, loving the way his boyfriend gasped at the touch, "I'm going to make love to you painfully slowly, show you how much I love you, and then when you're ready to cry, I'm going to rail you until you forget every stupid fucking jealous feeling you've ever had. Okay?"
Harry whimpered in response and turned to rut desperately against Louis thigh, "okay, okay, okay, please..." He choked
"Please what?"
"Please just do it already," Harry was so hard from Louis talk it was almost painful, and he couldn't stop rutting against his boyfriemds legs.
"Let me worship you Harry" Louis said lowly, dripping to his knees.
Harry gasped as his boyfriend literally nuzzled his cock, bringing up and hand to play with his balls for a minute before kissing his tip gently.
"God I love your body, love" he whispered reverently before taking Harry completely into his mouth, not gagging at all. Harry cried out with relief at the feeling, looking down at the obsene veiw below him, knees bucking against the wall. Louis Hallowed his cheeks, sucking deeply and working his tounge around Harry at the same time, just like Harry liked it. When he was satisfied that Harry was completely lost on a world of pleasure, he sneakily pumped a bit of Harry's lavender scented lube onto his finger, trying to keep it quiet in the hopes of shocking his boy. It was almost too easy. The taller man moaned loudly at the feeling of Louis circling his rim, his mouth still working his cock. He looked down at Louis with blown pupils and the sight took Louis breath away. He pushed his finger slowly into Harry, taking his dick even deeper into his throat at the same time, trying to.dostract Harry from the pain. Sometimes they did it for the pain, Louis going in dry after fifteen or so spanks and working him roughly, often holding off his relief for so long Harry would be groaning madly, unable to differentiate between the pain and the pleasure. They were by no means a vanilla couple, but today, just for today, his love for Harry was the only thing he wanted coloring every one of his actions. And so he waiting until his finger was sliding easily in and out before adding another, looking up reassuringly before scissoring Harry open and only slipping a third one in once Harry had turned into a moaning mess, begging for more. He came immediately on three, bursting down Louis throat, whimpering at the overstimulation as he continued twisting his fingers as deep as he could, never quite brushing fully on his prostate but coming damn close.
Louis pulled off, swallowing contently and looked up at Harry.
"So pretty like that love," he said softly, turning Harry around so he was pressed to the glass side wall of the shower, running his hands gently along the sides of his body, reveling in the way Harry shivered under his touch, sensitive. "so pretty when I look up and see your green eyes looking so dark. Like you need me. And the noises you make H," he continued, tiptoeing to press a kiss to Harry's temple, and brushing his curls to one side of his neck, stoking the exposed shoulder, "the noises you make drive me crazy."
He positioned himself and starting sliding in, taking a minute to listen to Harry's breathing before nuzzling his entire face into Harry's shoulder, sucking a deep lovebite there as he bottomed out. He continued to suck as Harry adjusted around him, alternating between nipping the spot with his teeth and soothingly swiping his tounge over it.
"Lou..m" Harry choked,
"Yes my love," he smirked
"Please...please, please, please Lou"
Louis grinned, loving the way Harry was so lost.
"Course angel" he slid back and thrust back in, deliberately angling into Harry's prostate before pulling back and repeating, almost sliding completely out each time and then pressing hard into his spot. Harry's mouth was open, his breath coming out heavy and he jolted each time Louis hit his spot. And damn he was so tight around him, even with all the prepping.
"Youre my only one angel." Louis groaned, the feeling of his boyfriend's heat overpowering his senses. "my only angel, my only love, the only one I would take in this shower, the only one this beautiful, the only one who makes me feel this way." He bottomed out again, pressing against Harry's prostate hard and staying there, reveling in the way Harry's legs began to shake. He waited, pressing even deeper without really pulling out, knowing his boyfriend's body well after years. Sure enough, a year trickled out of Harry's eye after a minute of constant pressure and his legs began to shake even harder
"You and me Lou," he managed, a huge sob following his words.
"Good boy," Louis sighed in relief, unable to stand staying still himself much longer. He pulled out fully and thrust back in sharply, fucking Harry hard and deep, skin slapping against each other as he roughly pushed into Harry over and over again, loving the sounds that were falling from Harry's lips, deeper than his singing voice, more guttaral than any other sound, a combination of sobs and pleasepleaseplease Louislouislouis.
Harry came with a sob and Louis followed easily, so turned on by the way Harry's face twisted as he orgasmed.
As soon as he pulled out, Harry grabbed him and smashed their lips together, sliding his tounge straight in and licking into his mouth roughly. He pulled away biting his lower lip and pulling it back as he moved.
"I'm sorry, Lou. I'm really sorry. Sunshine, I was wrong."
Louis sighed and ran his hand along Harry's jaw, "I wish you'd just talk to me, angel. I wish you'd just tell me when you feel that way. You know it's you, Haz, you know you're the only one for me. Why do you still have doubts anyway?"
Harry sighed and turned away, but Louis pulled him back, gently guiding him to sit down on the shower floor and sitting down next to him, pulling his naked boyfriend into his lap so the green eyes were looking up at him.
"Talk to me," he said, stroking Harry's hair softly, "tell me why you think I'll look for someone else, when everything I could ever want is right here in my lap."
"I don't deserve you," Harry choked out, and without a warning, he began to sob.

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