Boundless •L.S•

Again|14

Louis looks straight ahead as he walks towards the hotel that he had been staying in.

The lad has been feeling like he said too much to Harry earlier he can feel the tension getting worse by the minute. He can bloody feel Harry's eyes burning holes on his back.

Louis can positively say that he has had enough of the unwanted on him already.

He glances behind him just to find Harry sporting a soft frown on his face, his nose slightly scrouched.

And Louis has no idea why but he doesn't like that one bit, he silently tries to convince himself that the weird feeling he just got is because he doesn't like Harry's attention on him but he has no idea himself so that seems to make him feel even more unsetteled.

Louis groans, "What is it?"

Harry's gaze snaps up, "Hm?"

"You obviously want to say something, so go ahead, what is it?"

Harry shoves his hands in his pockets, looking up at louis, "It's not my place to ask, it's just..."

"What you see on the tabloids and what you see here doesn't add up?"

Harry slowly nods.

"Well, I certainly wasn't born a drug addict, or whatever," louis muses and then tries to give the curly haired one a serious answer. "You are part of the music industry, Harry, I'm sure you know that it's not as easy as it seems, right?"

Harrys eyes seem to darken at the mention of the topic as he nods a frown in his face, Louis looks at the curly haired one onec more before turning back around and keeping on walking.

He glances at Harry behind his, "You coming?"

None of the two lads say a word after their little conversation, the street beside them being busy with cars, the traffic getting worse by the time passing.

Soon enough they arrive at the hotel and Louis is getting his keycard out to open the door so he can get in, the moment that he opens the door he can hear the lads chattering inside, loud as always.

As louis enters the living room, he looks at the people there, lean, liam, zayn, niall, and

"Charlie?"

"Louis!"

A boy gets up running towards louis and jumps in the blue-eyed lads arms, hugging him.

"What are you doing here?" Louis says as he buries his face in Charlies neck. The other boy only hugs Louis closer.

"Who is this?" Harry leans a little towards Leas side, muttering the question.

Harry inspects the boys' features. Milky soft skin, black wavy hair, and green eyes. The boys smile is soft his rosy lips matching with his cheeks as he hugs Louis and he seems nice just from seeing him for the first time, Harry can tell that Charlie is all sugar and sweet and stuff.

"Louis ex." Lea says lowly, staring at the two lads in front of her, "They are friends now, but yeah, some things seemingly... stuck."

Harry nods as he takes a step back going for the little table that holds a bottle of whisky and glasses, pouring himself a drink before taking a seat in the armchair that Charlie had been sitting on- a red one that over the time has been Harry's seat.

Not very long after Louis and Charlie break apart, and that's when Charlie notices Harry.

"Oh, hi, M Charlie." The boy extends his arm towards Harry, offering him his hand for a handshake, but Harry only glances at it, staring at it as if some garbage is being offered to him.

"Harry Styles." Harry says if to inply at something as he presses his lips against his glass of whisky.

The whole room is quiet as Harry and Charlie hold eye contact.

Harry, in some way, radiating power and confidence, as he looks at Charlie as if he is something way below the curly haired one.

Harry raises an eyebrow at Charlie, "You may sit, you know." and it's obvious that Harry is more than enjoying Charlies emberrased blush as he glares at Harry, going to take a seat squished between Liam and Niall.

Harry looks at Louis, who is left standing.

Harry spreads his legs a little, making sure that Louis gets the message as he raises a challenging eyebrow at him.

Louis is not one to refuse challenges, so he makes his way towards Harry, sitting on his lap.

Louis looks at Harry, knowing very well what the curly haired one wants, a smirk forms on Louis' lips as he looks at Charlie for a moment before grabbing the boys hand pulling him up so Louis can sit down.

Harry and Louis don't break eye contact as Louis pulls Charlie down on his lap, Harrys grin only widens as he looks at Louis. The latter wraps his arms around Charlie.

"We going out tonight, right?" It's Charlie who speaks up looking at his other two mates, Liam nodding.

"I'm in." Lea and Zayn already betting on who is getting drunk first, Niall joining them shortly.

Louis looks at Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't miss it." Harry says, and even though not everyone was paying attention, Louis is listening and certainly paying attention.

"It's been a while since I haven't got pissed." Charlie grins, and Niall is about to say something, but Louis is interrupting.

"No one is getting pissed tonight. You are driving yourselves home."

"Says you." Niall snickers.

"Says me, im not getting pissed tonight either, Nialler. I have other plans." Louis rolls his eyes.

Charlie turns around a little, "What do you mean?" he narrows his eyes a bit.

"Means that he's not coming here tonight."

That seems to not make Charlie happy as he glares at Harry, "And where is he going, since you know so well." The lad says sarcastically.

"My bed, hopefully." Harry smirks, raising his glass in the air as if that was a toast or something as Louis is about to say something. Charlie beats him to it.

"Don't get your hopes up, yeah?"

Harry gets up, "We will see about that."

And the moment that - for whatever reason - Charlie got up that was when Harry grabs Louis's hand, dragging him out.

Louis is confused and kidnapped by Harry Styles.

Again.