Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

V.

Day 10

"I've come to the conclusion that my father doesn't give a shit about me, he didn't care I knew he didn't, this is the best way to get rid of me without the public discrimination. I fucking hate it here, I've been through hell these past few days because of him. I will never forgive him for the shit he's put me through. I hate my father, I hate him!
I am in no way just going to give up like this and stay here forever, they have to release me soon, the just have to, dead or alive. I've had to make up shit stories just to get any bit of information so I can pin these losers once I successfully break out of here. As if I'd actually be interested in a criminal. I've got Louis wrapped around my little finger, only a few more touches and I'm sure I'll have him doing whatever it is I tell him to do. It just goes to show you can't depend on anyone to get the things you want, you want something you get the fuck up and do it. Anyways my restless nights would be soon over, not long now."

Harry puts his pen down after writing in his little pocket diary, the only thing they didn't take from him, according to Ronnie it was nice to write down feelings, it was the only thing you can do surrounded by these four walls. Harry himself wasn't sure exactly what this plan to break out of here was, there was atleast four guards right outside his door 24/7, he somehow had to get Louis to be the one to set him free, he didn't think it was any way impossible since he's noticed how fond Louis was with him. One wink, one smile and the tiny man blushes scarlet, his face would light up like the forth of July. Harry does feel somewhat bad he's betraying this Louis Tomlinson, but his freedom mattered the most. There will always be another guy or girl to come along, you only live once after all. Harry had more pressing matters to worry about rather than feeling sorry for someone who held him against his will.

"Louis wants to see you come on princess!" Ronnie rushes in and collars Harry forcing him off the bed and to his feet. The diary falls to the floor, Harry wants to retrieve it but he is shoved through the door and escorted upstairs to Louis. Ronnie opens the door and pushes Harry inside, locking it on his way out. Harry falls face first hurting his already injured leg in the process. He curses under his breath before carefully trying to stand. When he takes in the room his mouth falls open at the sight in front of him. His eyes meet with a very attractive lad standing to the opposite of him. He doesn't say anything all he does is fidgets with his fingernails.

Harry stands stunned taking in the boy in front his face. He's in the most loose fitting tank top which hangs so low from his chest revealing a huge tattoo spread out on his chiseled collarbones. "It is what it is." Written in cursive writing. Harry's mouth goes dry as his eyes travel up taking in every inch, every bump of the boy's flawless features. His hair is flat and the dullest of brown, but if you look really close enough it's almost as bright as Harry's chestnut hair. The fringe in front hugs his face so perfectly, complementing his high cheekbones and small pointy nose. His beautiful blue eyes with every single eyelash visible when he blinks. His smile is small, cautious as he continues to glance at Harry and then down to his feet. Harry is lost for words, he can't seem to take his eyes off the boy, he definitely thinks he's the prettiest boy he's seen. Yes you don't really associate boys with the word "pretty" but the boy standing there is so delicate and soft even with all the tattoos spread out on his skin, he is the perfect shade of tanned , he looks almost god like compared to Harry.

"I.." Words fail him yet again, Harry inches a bit closer finally letting the boys eyes glue to him. When Harry catches contact with his it was all clear who it was he was looking at. He couldn't believe it yet he could. Just like his voice , his laugh, Louis was the definition of beautiful.

"I thought about what you said that day Harry" he pauses to look at Harry again who is on the verge of crying. "I know this is a big risk and I could get so much shit for this but I am willing to take the chance. I trust you, in fact more than I trust myself and there's just something about you that I can't seem to get out of my head" Louis inches closer to Harry. Harry closes the space between them interlocking their hands, chest to chest. Louis looks up to Harry who is staring at his lips.

"I like you Harry and I can't stay away from you anymore" Louis perks up trying to meet Harry's lips but Harry flinches away catching Louis off guard. Louis is shocked by Harry's reaction as he watches Harry move further away from his touch.
"I can't" Harry's hands come up to hide his face feeling overwhelmed at all of this suddenly. Everything was happening fast, Harry couldn't keep up.

"I thought this is what you wanted, to see me..to kiss me"
"I want to I just can't" Harry's growing irritable by the second, this is just not happening. Of course this is what he'd planned but that is before he knew what Louis looked like, before he knew how he felt. The guilt sets in and Harry finds it harder than he thought to go ahead with his plan. This was the only way he kept telling himself, if he doesn't do this he'll be stuck here, he'll end up dead if he doesn't make a move fast.

Without another hesitation Harry walks up to Louis pulling him so he's flush against his body, dipping him a bit back so he can reach for his lips. Once Harry's lips land on Louis, he wraps his hand around his neck raking his hand through Harry's unruly curls. Harry moans in his mouth as their tongues fight for dominance. Harry feels like he's about to float away, the way Louis is touching him, the way his soft lips feel against his, the sweet sound coming from his mouth, his ragged breathing. Louis holds on to Harry like this is his last kiss in the world, his hands continue to rack through Harry's hair. Louis kisses are sweet and delicate, he takes his time but Harry is rough and fast and he finds it hard to keep up with Harry's movements. Harry then lifts him off the floor effortlessly, Louis shrieking a bit but not once breaking the kiss. Harry pushes the few piles of paper on the desk and puts Louis to sit, spreading his legs so he's standing between them. Harry's hands glides down Louis' sides, his mouth moving to place wet kisses along his neck, his collarbones. Louis can't seem to catch his breath, he definitely couldn't keep up with Harry. Harry hooks his hands on the ban of his t shirt tugging it so he can remove it.

"You're so beautiful Lou" he says through his sloppy kisses. Louis can't process what's happening but it feels so good, Harry throws his shirt to the floor continuing to kiss on his chest, running his hands down his torso.

"Ha-"
"Shh baby, I'll take care of you" Harry bends Louis back so he's half lying on the small wooden desk. Harry is an expert at this, his lips move down Louis' chest, his stomach kissing and sucking, Louis struggles to look down at Harry, he can't even think straight, Harry's lips are distracting, the heat in his stomach was gathering, he felt his pants become tight against Harry.

"Harry wait" he pushes Harry slightly off him and raises up.
"What's wrong?" He gets off the desk, hot and bothered to retrieve his t shirt from the floor. Harry is standing there, lips swollen with kisses, his cheeks bright red, his eyes glossy and in the lightest shade of green.

"All of this is happening so fast, we should take it slow" Louis doesn't want to rush things with Harry, he knows he's already gone for the boy but he wants their first time to be special not just a day you fuck on a desk. It just doesn't seem good enough and definitely not with the current situation at hand. Harry was still captured and Louis was still his captor.

"Lou" Harry grabs his hands, biting on his lips. Harry hugs Louis tight kissing his forehead.

"I just want this to be right" When Harry releases Louis he needs to fix the papers he had thrown off Louis' desk. The fire Louis ignited inside him was still blazing as bright, he couldn't feel anything but Louis' lips on his, his hands in his hair. Harry was at a crossroad now, what did he get himself into? He will let his stupid desire get in the way of what really mattered, his life but then again Harry isn't even sure it's his life anymore, ever since those blue eyes looked in his green, he lost his soul somewhere in the depths of oceans and waves. Swept away in the pools of insanity, he lost all innocence when he looked at Louis.

He has to watch as his entire plan blows up right in front his face, he can't go ahead trying to hurt Louis because if he did yes he'd be free but he'd lose Louis.