A Night in Hollywood

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Strawberry.

Whether it was a lip balm or something else, that was all Louis could register for the first ten seconds as Harry pressed their lips together. Finally, he came alive, placed his hands on Harry's waist, and pulled him closer.

He kissed back, their lips moving. Harry gasped as Louis ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip.

For a second, Louis almost forgot they were acting until Harry pulled away, a frantic look in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Lo—Alex." Harry shook his head. "I shouldn't have done that."

Louis slowly blinked his eyes. He was in character. What was his lines again?

He lifted his hand to caress Harry's jaw. The skin there was smooth and Louis knew that if he kissed the spot below Harry's ears, his lips would taste vanilla. "Do it again," Louis whispered. "Kiss me again." He swallowed. "John."

"Are you sure?" Harry rested their foreheads together. He was asking as John, but Louis only heard Harry, so he answered as Louis even though at that moment he and Alexander were the same.

"Of course I am," Louis whispered, cupping Harry's neck. He was warm there. "So please, do kiss me, silly."

A small smile touched Harry's lips and then he kissed Louis again.

"Cut!"

Louis drew away from Harry and quickly stepped back. He smothered his hands down over his attire, looking everywhere else than Harry.

"Not bad, boys," Travis said. "Except for Harry's little miss where he almost called you Louis, Tomlinson. Remember to stay in character. You're kissing Alexander, not Louis."

Harry cleared his throat. "Right. Yeah, sorry."

"Let's take it again," Henry said. "From the top!"

* * *

"You're a sloppy kisser," Harry said later after they had finished work. Louis was getting ready to leave.

"Wow, thanks," Louis said.

A small grin touched Harry's lips. "Welcome. Gonna punish me now?"

A startled laugh escaped Louis' lips. "Damn, Styles, is that why you're a prick?" He stepped closer to Harry and said in a lower voice, "Just want to have your arse spanked, is that it?"

Harry swallowed. "Yeah."

"Well, we could go—"

"Guys!" Zayn. With him was Nick.

"Sup, Zayn." Louis took a haste step back from Harry.

"Wanna go out and get a drink and something to eat?" Zayn asked. "Grimshaw, Liam, and I are going to this bar thirty minutes away."

Louis' eyes locked with Harry's. "I don't see why not."

Harry shrugged. "I'm in."

"Alright," Zayn beamed. "I'll send you guys the location. Nick and I'll drive there now. See you there."

"I'll let my car stay here," Louis said. "I'll call a cab. I could use a beer."

"Just drive with me," Harry said. "I'm not gonna drink anything. I could drive you home after."

"Oh yeah?" Louis smirked. "How kind of you. An alternative motive?"

"Perhaps if you're still functioning, yeah," Harry said. "Then maybe."

"Are you sure?" Louis said. "I could just call a cab."

"I'm sure," Harry said.

"Are you kind to me right now?"