Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Ten

Louis slid out of the car first while Harry pressed a hand along his lower back side to guide him out. Lights were consistently flashing on them as Louis stood to the side and offered his hand to help Harry out of the car. Harry accepted the gesture with a smile and then was clambering out of the Range Rover, Paul closing the door behind them.

Harry immediately placed his palm across Louis' back to usher them forward in front of the slew of paps that were yelling for their attention. Everyone was focused on them at that moment even though there were other people on the red carpeted entrance. With all of the shouts and constantly snapping lenses, Louis felt like his skin was being set on fire from the attention. He wasn't used to it, but standing proudly next to Harry, he found that he quite liked it.

He liked the feeling of hearing everyone call for Harry's attention, wanting his focus, yet he was the one who had Harry rubbing small circles into the dip of his spine. Their conversation, or lack of one, from the car only minutes before hadn't left his mind but Louis knew that he had to keep himself together long enough not to completely fall apart. He could be good.

Since he was most likely one of the newest playmates there, it was rather evident that people's eyes were on him as well as Harry. Celebrities' playmates were always a topic of interest because it was one of the best ways to judge a person. Their playmate was supposed to be the depiction of everything they hoped to achieve in a person. The title definitely was not one to take lightly and people didn't.

As they got to through the first set of doors, Harry pulled Louis' wrist and pulled him over to the side.

"Alright?" Louis asked, confused why they weren't going in yet.

Harry hummed and then lifted Louis' wrist so Harry's fingers were pushing back the fabric of the button down. Louis looked down to see what Harry was doing and felt like he might pass out when he saw Harry's thumb running over the ink he got scarred onto his skin the day he left. H.S.

"Not sure how I feel about sharing you with everyone else in there," Harry mumbled as he moved his fingers from Louis' wrist.

Just from the look on Harry's face, Louis made the instant decision to roll up the sleeves of his button down so the tattoo was clearly being shone across his golden skin. Louis looked up and smiled at Harry who was looking back at him with nothing but warmth.

"Everyone knows m' yours. And if they didn't, well," Louis emphasized by tapping his wrist, "they will."

Harry leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Louis' exhaling a breath that Louis didn't know he was holding and whispered, "thank you."

Louis just nodded and shot the older a man a wink before stepping back and making sure Harry's collar was set. Harry watched Louis as he finished primping him and Louis tried not to let the heat that had risen to his cheeks be completely obvious. He had to remain some bit of the allure he managed during Selection Day.

Harry held the door open for them with an, "after you Venus." The pair walked through the impressive foyer that was nothing but decadent. The ground was covered in gorgeous pearl tile to compliment the gold walls that crept up to a gold covered ceiling. Anything that wasn't gold or pearl was a delicious mahogany that was carved into intricate patterns. The room alone cost more than Louis' life ever could and he couldn't help but to think that he still preferred the comfort of Harry's lodge better.