Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER NINE: POCKETS

Louis has been working tirelessly making content, talking to subscribers, late nights at the clubs, and spending time with his sister. He has yet to have time to relax and plan his trip, which starts in a month. One thing Louis has been doing every day is stalking Michael's socials. He doesn't upload often, but when he does, it fuels Louis' content for the next few days. Nothing to fuel a good wank like a handsome man. Louis has even started exploring using toys and household items at the request of his subscribers. 

Scrolling through Instagram, Louis starts seeing the same set of photos repeatedly, annoying him, but he decides to click into it to see what it's all about. He almost drops his phone at the shock of what he's seeing. Harry Styles strolling alone down the street wearing Louis' hoodie. There is no way this man is petty enough to draw attention to that shitty hoodie to gain attention from louis since he won't reply to his insistent texts about it. Which brings louis back to his thoughts of what is so vital about Harry's hoodie that he needs it back?

Peeling himself off the sofa, Louis stretches his arms towards the ceiling, hearing his joints' satisfying pops and clicks after the ongoing work he has been doing to build his savings. He needs a relaxing bath or a massage and meditation. That sounds like some hippie shit, but it's good for you. If he's going to start that, he may as well eat avocado and drink green juice too. Walking his way into his room, Louis sighs. Looking at the mountains of clothes everywhere and the number of toys, lingerie and work items piled where they don't belong, he's overwhelmed. He will have to clean up to try and find this hoodie, but it's the last thing he wants to be doing right now.

Cleaning his toys and putting away anything work-wise is the first thing louis completes. Next, he tackles the pile of shoes overflowing the closet. Moving onto his bed, he sees a sliver of black under his pillow. Assuming it's an old t-shirt he used to wipe himself off, he grabs it cautiously only to let out an appreciative holler realising it's the hoodie he has been hounded about. A distant memory of a long day, overstimulation, and a sore ass he had broken down in tears crawling into his bed before catching a whiff of tobacco and vanilla. He had searched all his clothing until coming across the damn hoodie; cuddling into it, he cried himself to sleep, and it must have gotten lodged under the pillow while he slept. 

Inspecting the hoodie, Louis doesn't see anything that would indicate the importance of the hoodie. It is nothing but a plain black Gucci hoodie. No name is written on it, and no labels are attached to it saying it's a rental. It's literally just a hoodie. As Louis goes to throw the hoodie to the side, he notices something hard on the side. Inspecting the hoodie further, he realises the hoodie has pockets. The weird thing is they are back pockets and not on the front, which, for a pop star, is a good safety measure on the off chance of meeting a fan or being mugged.

Slipping the hoodie over his head Louis slowly unzips the pockets on either side, not knowing if there will be anything inside but knowing there must be a reason for Harry's persistence. He reaches just the tip of his fingers into each pocket simultaneously. Feeling safe, he goes in entirely, grabbing something from each side and pulling them out. 

On one side was a key, and on the other was a plain black card named H E STYLES. 

Oh, sweet Jesus. The reason Harry wanted the hoodie back is essential for both of these things. His no-limit rich man's credit card and a key he assumes is for a house. Harry could cancel the card, so it must be the key he's trying to retrieve. Louis has two options, and he's leaning towards the one that could ruin his future. 

Pulling his phone out, he sends the dumbest text.

L- I know what you've been hiding, popstar. I found the pockets. Do I claim the house or the money?

Louis sighs, scrunching his nose and pulling the hoodie tighter around himself. Louis snuggles into the hoodie, giggling to himself, still getting the slight hint of vanilla. He has no idea why this scent gives him so much comfort. Louis can feel his eyes growing heavier as he waits for a reply. Just a quick nap until Harry replies, and then he needs to go to work.

Just 5 minutes.