Golden

Chapter 18

I feel like no one had been reading the last few chapters but I'll keep updating because I know where the story is headed and for my own sanity I need to get it out of my system
Enjoy!
Lila x

Louis approached cautiously, seeing as Harry was in the zone, sweat dripping down his back, shirt wet, hair pulled up into a bun, loose curls plastered to his face as he worked in the boxing ring. He looked angry. Louis wasn't sure if it was the movements or the look on his face as he did it, but there was anger there for sure.
"H!" He called loudly causing Harry to look up. Instantly, the anger vanished from his face, relaxed by a softness, "minute," he panted heavily, gesturing him over with a nod of his head. Louis approached as Harry head out his hands and pecked him on the cheek pretending to whisper something in his ear. Harry held his hands out and Louis helped remove the boxing gloves.
"You look hot babe," he smiled, "feel good?"
"Feel amazing." Harry smiled, "and sweaty."
"Alright love, go get showered, I'll wait." He smiled, watching Harry head over to the gym showers. He hopped on the treadmill while he was waiting, working up a sweat before Harry came out, a smile on his face, gym bag slung over his shoulder. "ready?" He asked, approxhing the treadmill. Louis turned it off and followed him out, keeping a few feet distance. "what do you want to do today?" He asked, "you know like before the interview."
"Not really in the mood of anything honestly," Harry answered slowly, opening the car door, "Netflix?"
"Netflix is good, we just have to decide what we're watching on the ride home otherwise we're fucked."
"Mhmm, friends?" Harry suggested, "been a while,"
"Yeah sure babe, whatever you want."
"What the fuck?"
"What the fuck what?"
"That's not how I thought this would go," Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "you gave in way too easily. Hold on," he leaned back and regarded his boyfriend, a sheer blush settling over his cheeks as he tried to grip the wheel casually, "you're hiding something from me." He stated, "pull over right the fuck now."
"I can't fucking pull over Hazza," Louis chuckled, "we're literally two minutes from the house, can we just put on friends when we get home and fucking drop it."
"Don't fucking laugh at me Lewis!" Harry yelled, "tell me what you're fucking hiding." He sounded frantic, and Louis looked over sharply, the realization that he wasn't playing dawning on him. He remembered how angry he seemed in boxing and realized that he may have been channeling an actual emotion, different from the usual high he worked up when he got in the zone.
"Babe, I'm sorry, I thought we were playing, I didn't mean to laugh." He apologized, turning onto their corner, "I can't pull over right now but we're almost home. Well sit down, I'll make you a hot drink or some shit and you can tell me what's going on in your pretty little head."
Harry sighed, "you're still fucking hiding something," he grumped, "I can tell. And you're going to tell me or I swear to God you're sleeping on the couch."
Louis blushed again and Harry kept his eyes on him for the rest of the silent ride home, unsure how to feel. He could always tell when Louis was hiding something or lying, it was the only time he would blush while doing something normal and while that blush was damn pretty, he didn't like knowing Louis was keeping something from him, made him fear being alone on top of an already shitty morning.
"Alright love, we're here." Louis said softly pulling in to their driveway. "and also, just because I also know what you're thinking, I'm not leaving you."
Harry smiled softly but the uneasiness in his stomach didn't settle. He clamored out of the car lining up his shoes at the door and heading for the couch. "you better make me that tea." He said mildly at Louis who rolled his eyes but scuttled off to the kitchen shaking his head
"I ain't your bitch," he said when he returned, a steaming mug of cocoa in his hand, "but I know you'd rather have this. Don't worry-" he cut Harry off as he opened his mouth, "it's oat milk." Harry smiled despite himself for a brief second and immediately hid it behind his scowl, "talk." He demanded the second Louis got situated on the couch
"You first H, something's bothering you, just spit it out." He sighed
"Nothing's bothering me." Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm amped up from training, just talk to me." He begged
"If I tell you what's on my mind, will you tell me what's wrong?" Louis asked quietly
Harry thought for a minute and then silently extended his pinkie. Louis snorted and manipulated his fingers into a loop, sticking his own index finger through it, Harry giggling despite himself and then quieting down as Louis lowered his hands their fingers still intertwined.
"You know how Liam and I worked out with management for the schedule shifts and shit like that?" He started quietly, staring down at their hands. Harry took his free hand and stroked the back of his neck gently, "go on," he whispered,
"We managed because we figured out we have some leverage after that fucker left. Liam basically threatened we'd all quit or some shit." He toom a steadying breath and met Harry's gaze, "do you get it? We finally had some fucking leverage with em and we wasted it on fucking random shit." He squeezed Harry's hands, "I've just been thinking what it would be like to be free...m'sorry i wasted the chance."
He looked away, unable to bear Harry's disappointment in him.
"Louis, sunshine, look at me." Harry said slowly, moving his hand from his neck to his chin to help a miserable Louis look up, "you don't waste it baby, you got us free time and control of the press. Don't you remember how happy Niall was when you told him he would be able to go home every month?" He stroked his cheek tenderly, seeing no change in Louis' guilty, miserable expression, "I'm not upset, Kitten." He said gently, "I would give anything to be free, but as long as you love me and I love you, we don't need the rest of the fucking world. It's always been just me and you."
"It always will be," Louis said quietly and Harry smiled, "you're not angry?" He asked
"No baby, that was a tough choice you had to make, and you did good. Giving me control of which interviewers I had to speak with and what press I interact with was the greatest gift." He kissed him softly and slowly for a minute. "thank you for telling me," he whispered finally.
Louis let out a sigh of relief and leaned back, turning his face up. "your turn." He smirked, "what's got you angry?"
Harry moaned, "you ain't gonna let that go, ey?" He smiled, Louis shaking his head fiercely. "c'mon, tell me what's wrong so I can go kick someone's arse."
Harry smiled a little and then frowned, "it's honestly stupid." He said slowly, "just, I heard Ni on the phone with Zayn and I got jealous. He hasn't, you know, picked up or answered my messages since he left." Harry's face crumbled a little as he admitted it and Louis felt indignant anger and a tinge of sadness rush through him.
"Oh, honey," he breathed out, "c'mere." He wrapped Harry in a bear hug, holding him close as he steadied his breath.
"He's a dickhead anyways." Louis huffed and he hugged Harry tighter still
"Not a dickhead," Harry sighed, "just a massive twat."
Louis laughed, "a massive twat with a weak arse soft spot for Irish boys."
They both giggled a little before Harry rolled off of Louis, reaching up for a kiss, savoring the feel of his rough lips on his own, the lingering taste of whatever gum he had been chewing earlier and the sweet scent of his cologne.
"Hey," Louis said, rubbing their noses together, "I love you."
"I love you." Harry whispered back just as softly, "now I really want to watch friends." Louis rolled his eyes and dramatically checked his watch, "ohh, babe, you know I love friends, fucking love it, but the time! I mean, we have in interview in three hours, we really got to go, you know, I would if we could but-" Harry cut him off by placing a palm on his mouth and turning on the TV with his other hand.
"Shut up," he laughed, as Louis started licking his hand to get it off, "yeah cuz I'm scared of your tounge," he snorted, flipping to the pilot as Louis began to involve his teeth. When Harry still didn't let up, he leaned back to tickle him, finally getting the desired result.
"Son of a bitch," Harry laughed
"Oi! Don't talk about my mum that way!" Louis sassed
Harry instantly put his hand on his heart, "could never," he said solemnly, batting his eyelashes. Louis snorted, "you, Mr Styles, are very lucky that you're hot."
They were quiet for a little bit and then Louis looked up at Harry as the theme song started playing
"You called me kitten before." He said, Harry looking at him, surprised,
"And?" He asked
"And I liked it." Louis blushed, "like I think when you dom me, I...I guess I liked that name. Not always. Just like maybe one time when we, you know-" Harry cut off his rambling with a short kiss
"Anything else?" He asked amused
"I like when you take care of me." Louis responded and Harry kissed him again
"What else?" He asked
"I don't think I'd be into pain the way you are." Louis averted his eyes but Harry lifted his chin and kissed him strongly again, letting him know that was okay, "what else?"
"Can we use colors since I know them?"
"Mmhhmm, what else?"
"I'll probably fight you. M'not naturally submissive," Louis began to ramble, "like you go down beautifully but also quickly and I'll probably argue and not listen, you're gonna have to put me in my place and not let me get away with shit."
Harry smiled and crashed their lips together, "not right now, but whenever you're ready, I can definitely keep all those in mind."
Louis smiled gratefully, allowing Harry to play with the roots of his hair a little, suddenly feeling vulnerable, curling up small in his lap
"Lou?" Harry asked hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"
"Yeah what's up love?" He asked, looking up
"Do you reckon you could go down without like, allot of sex?" He asked, "like role play? I've read about age play and you said you'd like it when I take care of you..." He trailed off unsure, "we could still have sex obviously but like, it might help you stay down longer...?"
Louis looked up at him, thinking it over, "let me read up on it and see okay?" He asked, "you know I'm up for anything with you,"
"You amaze me Lou, really." Harry smiled as his phone vibrated
"Liam." He showed Louis the screen, "fucking intimacy cockblock." Louis grunted as Harry swiped his phone open reading the text, "he says he's hungry and we should bring takeout." He rolled his eyes, "c'mon, sun, let's go pack a bag for today."