One Direction Book

Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson - After All These Years.

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(FIRST TIME EVER WRITING IN THIS PERSPECTIVE AND IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I'VE WRITTEN GAY SMUT RIP)

All five boys of One Direction sat down on a couch with a blanket over them, as that's how they were going to set the interview; a cozy sleepover-like theme. From left to right(on the camera's angle), Liam sat, leaning his side on the arm while he playfully wrapped his arm loosely around Zayn, pulling him closer, Niall sat in the center curled up between Zayn and Louis, and Harry had the other arm of the couch, leaning into Louis.

The interviewer was treating this like a girly sleepover which was a bit humorous to the boys, but they went with it. They were all talking about the new album and answering some of the hottest questions from Twitter and Instagram. Harry couldn't focus very well as he felt a hand slowly creep towards his crotch, that hand belonging to Louis, who was pretending to not know what he was doing.

Sure, the two acted flirtatious just to mess with the audience and stuff like that, but they have never, and I mean NEVER touched each other or teased each other to get the other hard.

They both have liked each other for ages, since the X Factor, and still kept those feelings as it was 2014, nearly five years including being on the show and they've had to keep those feelings pent up. Hell, management knew the two were part of the LGBTQ community, but if they found out that the two actually liked each other... They didn't even want to think of what could happen if management knew.

"Harry?" Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, "What? Sorry, I was zoned out a bit." He said, letting out an apologetic chuckle while forcing a smile. "It's okay," The interviewer, her name was... Francesca? Francis? He couldn't remember, said softly with her pearly white smile, giggling with him. "I had asked if you like having your longer hair more than your usual curly locks?" She asked, making him nod, "Uhm, I mean, it looks--" He cut himself off when he felt Louis start to palm him in his dress pants, he cleared his throat, "It looks good on me and I like it, but sometimes it's too much to handle, y'know?" He answered, shifting nervously in his spot as he felt himself get hard.

The interviewer giggled and twirled her hair in her fingers, "Yeah, long hair can be a lot of work. If looks great on you, Harry," She complimented, making Harry let out a quiet "Thank you," which led the conversation to her and Zayn about his hair.

Harry tried his damnedest to pay attention, but Louis continued to toy with his pants, palming his growing erection and squeezing him through the cloth. Harry slid his hand underneath the blanket to grab Louis' thigh, making the older look at him with an unreadable expression. Harry bit his lip and shook his head even if he didn't want Louis to stop. Louis just raised a brow and subtly nodded before turning back to the interviewer, speaking up so Harry couldn't silently talk to him while he continued his wonderful abuse to Harry's erection.

The interview seemed to take years if not decades, hell it felt like it took centuries to end, but when it did, Harry didn't say a word, he just hid his erection and went to the Uber car waiting to take the boys to the hotel. The car ride was thick with tension to the point it was almost hard to breathe. Niall, Liam, and Zayn were all completely oblivious and thought the tension was just the stress of the whole day; it was interview, after interview, after interview all day.

"Wanna head to the pub, lads? I could use 'me a drink or two after today," Niall said, glancing at his band mates. "I mean, I could go," Liam shrugged, "I sure as hell need a drink after the last couple of interviews," Zayn chuckled, making the two laugh, "How about you, Harry and Louis?" Liam asked, "'m extremely tired, mate. Sorry," Harry mumbled, trying to keep his erection as hidden as possible, "Yeah, you seemed kinda off in the last interview. Is everything okay?" Zayn asked softly, "Yeah, just feel... Drained," Harry answered, trying to get the fuck out of the conversation. "Awe, man. Sorry to hear about that. How about 'ye, Louis?" Niall asked, wrapping his arm around Harry. "As much as I would love to get drunk, the Queen must have her rest. Party on without me, peasants," Louis said dramatically, making all of them laugh and roll their eyes at Louis' response.