old money || l.s mpreg

i.

3 months ago

Harry was on his first target. He recently turned eighteen and for years his Dad had been training him to be prepared for this day. Now, it finally came. The Styles were a well known family, apart of a big crime organization, Des was the grandson of the first founder, the Lecrae Flavio Styles. And the family had gone on with the tradition, making their child apart of the family along side of them. They wanted to keep the organization going. Harry had been training since he was six years old, when he held his first gun. He never had the chance to think much of the things he was doing because he never went to school before. Since he was born, Anne and Des decided that he should be homeschooled, in case he ended up telling someone. And when he turned three and they noticed how much of a big mouth he had, they decided it was a definite yes to homeschooling. 

Styles had grown a liking to the stuff his family did. Although he didn't have an enjoyment in his father killing people who, he, at least he believed were innocent, he liked guns. He was an expert on them, and when his father had him chose one for the man he'd be assassinating in the following week, he happily chose a tracking point. 

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Louis Tomlinson, his father was apart of Le Milieu, as of the rest of his family and ancestors, and so forth. Louis was the oldest out of his four sisters who had started to actually participate in dealings and racketeering. Mark had recently put him on a commission, an advanced one at that, which would cost a trip to Bogota. Louis was staying at a hotel for the time being, and he was currently standing by the bar table, sipping on a shot of liquor. "How long did you say you've been working here?" Louis asked the bartender. The black haired man, smiled, cleaning down a glass cup. "About two years. It's not my only job." Louis hummed. "For only two years experience, this is really good." 

The bartender chuckled. "I just poured the bottle into the glass."

"Then those are some wonderful pouring skills, mate." 

The door of the hotel slammed open, people hollering in Spanish following.

"Señor, ¿tiene pasaporte? si no tienes que irte." A boy with green eyes dressed in a black dress stood there, his eyes searching around until they landed on Louis. Louis stared back at him for a moment, hearing the officer question him again before he interrupted. "Él está conmigo, Esai." He said, walking towards the two. He grabbed the younger boy's elbow so it would look at least convincing before walking away, waving at the bartender who he still hasn't caught the name of. When Louis shut the door to his suite, the man was still smiling, leaning against the door. "My name's Harry." Louis laughed, taking his hand in his to shake. "Louis." 

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Harry knew he wasn't supposed to talk to people during this, especially not spend the day with him, but he found himself intrigued by the blue eyed man. And it was a likely hood that this could be a trap, hell, his dad was known for having many enemies, this could be a potential one plotting his kill on him. But Harry couldn't really find himself to care, they were outside at a party, music was playing and there was a bunch of different people dancing. "Would you like to dance?" Louis asked. Harry shook his head, smiling dumbly. "I can't dance." 

Louis rolled his eyes. "It can't be that bad, come on." Harry bit his lip, accepting Louis' hand, the older man wrapping his arm around his waist, his hand on the small of his back. They moved further down to where the dancing bodies were and Louis used his free hand to move Harry's arms to his neck. "See, you're not that bad." Harry giggled, raising an eyebrow. "Not that bad?"

"Oh, you know I didn't mean it like that." Louis said. Harry rested his head on Louis' shoulder and as they continued to dance, the gradually people would start to leave until it was just the two of them in the rain. Harry looked up at Louis and felt attracted to the scruff on his chin and the way his hair lay flat on his forehead, and the fire in his eyes. It only took him a second of hesitation before he was leaning up to kiss him, their moves moving slowly against one another. Louis trailed his hands down until they reached to Harry's ass, giving it a light squeeze which caused the younger one to gasp. Louis started to back into a seat, falling down onto the chair so Harry could be seated in his lap, starting to grind against his hardened cock. Louis pulled away with a smirk, pressing a light slap to Harry's ass. "My room?"