Harry wasn't rich, the opposite actually. His house was somewhere in the most dangerous neighbourhoods of London. When he walks home after performing, he's often yelled at or touched. It didn't matter to him though, he liked the attention.
Harry grew up rich, until he was thirteen and his parents died in a car crash, he didn't care about it just like his parents didn't care about him. The only problem was that no one wanted to take care of Harry, his parents told everyone he was a spoiled brat. Harry got dumped on the street, and ever since then started a live of performing in pubs.
He got his first gig at Louis' pub when he was 15. After living on the street for two years, he was used to people touching him, being used, sex. Never in his life had the boy felt more then just lust or hatred, he had never felt love. So when he first saw the 20 year old Louis he felt confused, he didn't know what was happening.
Louis didn't once glance at Harry throughout the first few years of Harry performing. It was when Harry started wearing clothes more revealing, when he started to be less shy that he caught Louis' attention, which delighted the boy.
Louis had been watching the boy perform every night for a half year now. He never missed a night. Ever night they'd have a brief conversation, Louis always picked a different nickname for the boy, depending on how he felt. He always used darling if he thought Harry looked cute, which normally was when Harry wore a skirt. He picked baby if he wanted something from Harry, an extra shift or a beer. He picked dear if he was horny, he wanted Harry to sit on his lap and touch his body, just his arms or this thighs though, never more. Every night the man called Harry dear, the boy had hoped the man would make a move. But he never did.
Harry was happily surprised a few weeks ago when the man kisses him, but he never did more then that. They've kissed at least twenty times now in four weeks, Harry was happy with it but he needed more from the man.
Harry had tried to make the move, he really had, he tried to grind against the man when he had called Harry dear, making him sit on his lap but Louis had declined, holding onto Harry's hips so he couldn't move. Harry had tried to make out, Louis declined again. Harry had tried to get down on his knees in front of the man, which made Louis laugh and lift the boys chin, shaking his head. It seemed to Harry that the man was just teasing the boy, enjoying a game.
That changed this night. Harry walks into the pub with his leather shorts, his high heel boots and his see through crop top. He was about to go on stage when Louis suddenly held his hips, standing behind him "I want to meet you in my office after your performance, okay dear?" he whispers, kissing his cheek softly.
Harry shivers a bit, he had called him dear. He nods "Yes sir.. i'll come by" he says, not daring to look over his shoulder. He feels Louis' hands leave his hips, after the squeezed the boys love handles.
Once Louis was gone the boy sighs in relief, trying to get what just happened out of his mind. He jumps up and down a bit, feeling nervous to get on stage today.
Harry walks out on the stage when he hears his cue, his nervousness immediately lost. When he stood on the stage, the bright lights shining in his face, he sees Louis sitting in the corner again, a cigarette in between his fingers. Harry begins to blush while he begins his song, moving around a bit.
It was a new one, one that he wrote for Louis. He named it Talk.
Harry really begins to tease once he sees Louis his hard on, making Harry feel confident in his singing and dancing. The boy begins to grin while he sings, moving his hips to the song. He moves his hands all over his body, touching himself.
Louis' lustful eyes follow Harry's every move, slowly taking a drag of his cigarette. He liked seeing Harry so flushed, so beautiful, so fuckable.
Harry turns around and moves his bum to the rhythm. He liked showing off when Louis was watching. He didn't care about anyone else, he'd ride Louis even if the president was watching, he just wanted Louis.
Louis was the only thing on his mind, always. Only Louis. When he showers, Louis. When he reads his book, Louis. When he watches tv, Louis. When he fucks himself with his dildo, Louis. Harry just couldn't get the man out of his head.
He gets carried away as he performs, letting his hand slip into his shorts.
"Do whatever you want, y'know that i'm gonna stick around"
Louis keeps looking at Harry, his eyes filled with lust and want. He needs the boy now. So he'll get the boy now. He couldn't, no, he wouldn't wait till the boys performance was finished. He needed to be balls deep inside of him now.
He orders one of his security guards to bring Harry to his office once the boy was done with his song. Louis slowly stands up and walks back to his office, dropping the cigarette to the ground. He stamps on it and sits down in his chair. He takes a deep breath, thinking about what was about to happen.
Ever since Louis saw Harry perform in his shorts, showing off his beautiful body, the man had always dreamed about what would happen if he'd get the boy in bed. But he never acted on it, now, he heard the song, he heard Harry's voice, the way it begs. He knew tonight would be the night.
He'd imagine the way Harry's naked body would lay there, on his bed, legs spread. The way boys back would arch as the man fucks him. His plump red lips open, some saliva dripping on his chin. Harry's long curly hair laying gracefully on his shoulders, ready to be pulled at. His nipples hard and sensitive. Harry's nails would scratch Louis' back, holding onto him. Louis would hold onto Harry's thick thighs, going as deep as he can into the boy, wanting to fill him up.
Louis was startled out of his dream when there was a loud knock on the door. "Come in" he says, clearing his throat. He begins to smirk when he sees Harry walking in with a shy look "You wanted me" he whispers, his eyes not meeting Louis'.
"Yes, dear, i want you" Louis says as he walks closer to him, closing the door.
He circles around the boy, looking him up and down "You know what i want?" he asks, stopping once he stood right in front of Harry.
The boy slowly looks up, shaking his head with an innocent look. Of course Harry knew what Louis wanted, he just wouldn't admit it.
"Mm.." Louis sits down on his chair again "Cmon baby, sit"
That was new, Louis using two nicknames on one night, that had never happened before. Harry's heart began to race "Where?" he whispers
"Lap"
Harry quickly sits down on Louis' lap, not wanting to make the man wait.
Louis nods approvingly as he lays his hands on Harry's thighs, stroking the warm skin.
"You know what i want though, don't you dear?"
The boy nods slowly, not saying a word
"Then what do i want?"
"Me"
Harry begins to blush more as he says it, not knowing what to do. He had dreamed about this night for three years now but he never thought about what to do if it actually happened.
"Yes, very good" Louis pushes Harry off of his lap again and stands up, getting his coat "We're going to my house, i can't fuck you properly in here"
Louis grabs Harry's hand and drags him out of the building, making the boys heart hammer in his chest as he feels himself growing hard.
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Talk // L.S
Fanfiction{ Don't ask me to talk about.. i don't want to talk it out } - Harry Styles Harry liked revealing himself while he performed. He'd often wear little skirts or leather shorts. But it wasn't his clothes that appealed the blue eyed man in the corner...
