SPACES [Editing]

A Gay Millionaire's Beard List

Louis Tomlinson

"Would you look at that, it's Mr. and Mr. Tomlinson." Luke said as we entered the house.

His eyes were glued to the TV, concentrating on the show that features monster trucks. His feet were up on the table with his shoes still on.

Harry picked up the remote to turn the volume down which caused Luke to look at him, and then at me, and then back at him.

"Well, you both look like shit." He said as he looked up Harry's disheveled hair. It was a mess.

"Thanks. We were trying to look like you today." I told Luke.

"By entering to your house with your fly still open?" He said as he pointed down.

How fucking embarrassing.

"Luke." Harry called him out. "If you want that money, you have to respect Louis like you respect me. Understand?"

"Fine. M'sorry." Luke said to me. I didn't know how to respond, neither did I understand what Harry had just said. I just nodded so he would let it go.

Harry snapped his fingers twice which caused Luke to sit properly with his feet on the ground.

"Bad day?" Harry asked him.

"Bad week, actually. Four guys have asked her to prom and I'm at the losing end of the race." Luke replied. "Four guys."

"So if I give you the money now..." Harry rubbed his chin and Luke anticipated what he was going to say.

"Fine." Harry said as he pulled his wallet out to give Luke hundreds of bucks.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Luke jumped into his arms.

Wow, she must really like this girl so much. She must be pretty, considering he has four--now five guys going after her for prom.

"Is that why you're here? For the money?" Harry asked as soon as he was free from Luke's embrace.

"Not really. Niall asked me to give you this," he picked up a envelope from the table and handed it to Harry who opened it and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Thanks. Anyway, you may go now." He tapped Luke's back who ran out excitedly. He was shouting "thank you" repeatedly and I listened as the sound faded away.

Harry placed the envelope back on the table and spoke to me.

"Sorry 'bout that. He's having girl problems. He's always like that. Teenagers." He explained as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

"Heyyy, you were a teenager once. Cut him some slack." I told him like the good cop that I was.

"I wasn't that crazy when I was a teenager. And I didn't even like girls, so there's that." He replied, kissing me again.

"Well I think what you did for him was nice," I said, poking his dimple.

"What can I say? I'm awesome." He smirked. Gosh, I'm rubbing off on him, aren't I?

"What's that?" Remembering the envelope.

"That's nothing, I don't need that anymore." He said as he kissed that spot below my ear.