inferno // l.s.

seventy

louis walked into the bedroom with his arms around his stomach. he dug his sock covered toes into the carpet as he watched harry make the bed.

"h?"

"hi," harry gave him a soft grin. "you alright?"

nodding, the smaller man leaned against the doorway. "niall and zayn wanna go clubbing and asked me if i wanted to come..." he looked up at the man with questioning eyes but words don't fall out of his mouth.

"well, do you wanna go?" harry questioned. "that's all on you, babe. i don't make your decisions for you."

"just didn't know if you had anything planned for tonight...wanted you to come with, like a double date or something." louis shook his head with a shrug.

harry has been off of house arrest for a week now. he celebrated his birthday with free ankles, a lot of tequila, and one hell of a hangover the next day. bridget and harry's attorney came to the house on the first, removed the monitor, signed all kinds of paperwork to turn into the judge, and wished him a happy birthday. harry was still on probation, but no more home incarceration. he still had to take his drug tests and attend court, but he could go to work, go shopping, and try to live like a normal 23 year old.

it's actually quite weird. they're both too used to him being on the monitor. now he can actually hang out with people outside of their house, sit and annoy his fiancé at work, and take said fiancé on dates? this is absolute madness.

harry cooed as he rounded the bed to meet up with him. he mimicked the smaller man's pout. louis was too precious. "i'd love to, but i have to bounce tonight so liam can go on runs. might be why the boys are going out."

"i hate when you work on nights i don't. leaves me bored."

"all the more reason you should go." harry kisses his forehead. "i can give you guys a ride home if you get too plastered. please don't drink and drive." a kiss is pressed to his nose, then to his lips. "have fun." kiss. "be safe." kiss. "and if anyone else tries to kiss you, tell them your boyfriend can fight."

"fine, but you pick my outfit."

"that is a bad, bad idea," harry smirks before digging through louis' dresser and closet for some clothes.

while louis took a shower, harry finalized his outfit choice and even got his makeup ready for him. a social outing would be good for him, especially with niall and zayn because they would keep him entertained and moving.

he'll be at work until god knows when, probably when other bars close and everyone has to leave, so they can just go and retrieve their overly intoxicated boys when they're done. unless liam ends up finishing early and they decide to have a little bit of fun themselves. liam's not much of a clubber, but he likes to shoot pool and play darts at one of the bars downtown. he could easily talk the man into a few games if he wanted to.

louis nearly pales when he sees the outfit harry had in store for him. first of all, he only wears lace panties in front of harry or to show off, why does he need these? those aren't panties. that's definitely a thong. the crop top isn't unusual, it's clubbing etiquette, but the black denim shorts that he knows his ass will swallow whole were a pair that he hadn't seen in a long time. is he trying to get someone on him?

the quick dicking harry gave him before he even tried to put his clothes on was a solid reminder that he will happily tell anyone in this world to fuck off just for him. he wouldn't stop him even if he had the choice to.

harry watches from the bed as louis jumps to put his shorts on and smirks to himself. "you're hot."

"your fault," louis grunted as he finally got them to his waist. he buttoned and zipped them up, then pulled his white crop top over his head. he bent down to hold onto the edge of the bed and try to stabilize himself, legs still wobbly from the unexpected orgasm moments before. damn him.