Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: SECURED

What an experience. Louis has been sitting at the bar with Michael, just having general chit-chat for a few hours. They are both on their way to being hammered. Louis has become extremely flirty with Michael, but he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable with it. Louis wants to try his luck, but it's literally night one of the tour. If he messes this up, the following year will be hell.

"We should probably call it a night after this drink, mate. I start a new job tomorrow, and I don't think showing' up hungover would go over well with the boss," Michael laughs, shaking his head at his poor joke.

"I'm sure your boss won't mind; just flash him a smile, and he will forgive you." Louis flirts.

Michael smirks, looking at Louis over the edge of his drink. Louis thinks this might be it.

"Unfortunately, that would not work. We don't bat for the same team."

Louis is shocked that Michael would say that but quickly backtracks as he realises Michael doesn't know that Louis knows who or what he is talking about.

"With some persuasion, everyone bats for the same team."

"Cheeky one, aren't you."

Louis shuffles slightly closer to Michael while leaning his upper body against the bar, curving his back and pushing his ass out. Typical one-night stand move.

"I am extremely cheeky; I need someone to put me in my place sometimes." Louis winks at Michael for good measure.

Michael chuckles at Louis, and he can see a slight blush forming on Michaels's cheeks.

"What a shame I'm not sticking around to find out."

You could give me your number; you'll be surprised where I might pop up over the next little while. I like to travel."

Michael looks contemplatively at Louis before exhaling sharply and passing Louis his phone.

"You've been great company, so why not, mate."

Louis decides to be a brat and saves his contact as cheeky Louis. He smiles to himself, knowing this could be the start of a beautiful relationship. Passing the phone back, Louis smiles sweetly.

"Right, well, I'm off; I'll see you around, Michael; good luck with the new job." Squeezing Michael's shoulder, Louis hops down from the bar stool and stretches his arms above his head, pushing his ass out seductively and catching Michal lowers his gaze to exactly where Louis wants it. He walks away from Michael, swaying his hips with a hop in his step to give his ass the extra bounce. Louis can feel all eyes on his ass as he passes by each area of the bar. He knows what he looks like, and he loves the attention.

Sitting on the side of his bed, Louis switches his phone back on, only to find multiple missed calls and messages from Harry.

'Why aren't you at your flat?'

'Where are you?'

'Why are you avoiding me.'

'What did I do'

'I've got a flight to catch; I'm so sorry, louis.'

'Why can't you reply and tell me where I went wrong.'

'I'm sorry, why the fuck can't you just answer me.'

'I swear I just heard your voice. I'm going crazy.'

'You're here. I would know that body anywhere.'

'You're with Michael???'

'Fuck you!'

Louis hates this abuse, he hates harassment, he can't stand clingy assholes, and Harry has such a god-like complex he can't stand it.

'I'm blocking you if you send me one more message. Leave me alone, Harry.'

Hoping that is enough to get Harry to leave him alone, louis throws his phone on the bed beside him, strips out of his too-tight skinny jeans and shrugs off Harry's hoodie. Louis slides slowly into bed, sighing at the silky feel of clean sheets on his smooth legs. He will shower and do his skincare routine in the morning before the show because right now, he's exhausted. After an early morning flight and too many drinks trying to get Michael in his bed, he is exhausted. Time to dream of Michaels's sexy smirk and mischievous eyes glinting in the bar lights, admiring Louis flirting and him flirting right back.

Bring on show day.