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

VIII.

Before you say anything no there would be no kind of dirty smut simply because I do not want to take away the essence of the story and besides that I'm HORRIBLE at sex scenes 😩 I'll maybe attempt it later down but don't get your hopes up. I'm sorry :( Much love ~ K.xx

Waking up beside Harry was brutal to Louis and shattered visions of last night clawed his mind like a song on repeat. He wakes up undressed and with Harry's hands clung around him. He looks around not making out where he was. Harry stirs in his sleep next to him and Louis gets off the bed suddenly feeling like the room was closing in on him fast. What happened last night wasn't supposed to happen he thought as he grabs his clothes from the floor and stumbling over desperately trying to leave the oversized bedroom. He pushes open the door and walks out taking in the sight enfolding in front of him. The house was exquisite and classy in the Victorian style, everything in matching pastel colors, the floors polished to the point where you can clearly see your reflection. Louis runs down the stairs trying to get out of here as soon as possible when he hits down a vase to the end of the staircase crashing to the floor spilling the flowers and water everywhere.

"Fuck!" Louis exclaims immediately looking upstairs to see if he's woken Harry. After a moment he bends to pick up the remains when a groggy voice descending from the stairs startled him.
"Leave that Lou Alfred will clean it" Louis looks up at the boy as he comes to stand directly above him only in his tight black briefs. Louis swallows and stands with some of the pieces of the broken vase in his hand.
"Was that expensive?"
"Doesn't matter we'll get a new one" Harry smiles taking the pieces from him and throwing it back on the floor.
"Come" Harry puts his hand out for Louis who took it without a word, he knew there was just something that drew him to Harry he didn't exactly knew what it was but he couldn't get enough. Harry escorts him to the extravagant kitchen where Alfred sets out the plates, the normal daily routine.

"Didn't know you had company Mr. Styles, I'll get another plate"
"Thanks Al" Alfred locks eyes with Harry who smiles from ear to ear, Alfred has seen more of Harry than anyone in this house, he's seen people come and go, he's had to put up with Harry's rude comments and insults and for years this is the first time Harry has ever had anyone stay over till the morning further more even let someone have breakfast with him, while he seemed to have finally gotten the stick out his ass and this was definitely the first time Harry has ever mentioned Alfred as 'Al'

Alfred sets out a plate for Louis who smiles as he pours him a glass of orange juice all the while Harry continues to stare at him not letting the smile fade from his face.
"Thanks" he tells Alfred who sets out the normal granola and toast for his father.
"Is my father here?"
"I don't know sir, may I go check?"
"No that's fine" Alfred dismisses himself from the room leaving Louis and Harry alone.
"We should talk" Louis says pushing the plate of food away from him.
"Didn't you have fun last night?"
"Sex isn't the answer Harry, what do you want from me?"
"I had fun" Harry ignores Louis and takes a bite from his toast.
"If you have to behave like this then I'm leaving" Louis stands to leave but Harry stops him.

"Don't leave, I'm sorry what do you want to know?" Louis shrugs, exhaling as he watches Harry's expression turn from cheeky perverted Harry to cute and cuddly Harry. He takes his seat again. There is a wave of silence that takes over the room not the awkward kind but the kind where you have when full of thoughts. There was so much Louis wanted to know, like if he meant nothing to Harry then why did he react the way he did last night? Harry also had a lot on his mind like how he didn't know Louis was Zayn's brother, his father's most trusted servant was the brother of the man that kidnapped his son. Harry wants to understand Louis and what was his motive, why did he do it?

"What's all this Harry? Why me?" Harry stands from his chair and walks over to Louis, he bends kneeling on the floor.
"The heart can't help what the heart wants Louis, didn't you have fun with me last night?"
"Well yeah but-"
"But what? I like you Louis, what I wrote about you in that diary was before I even knew what kind of person you were, believe me"
"I want to it's just-"
"Let me prove it to you then, give me a chance"
"Harry I can-"
"Please Lou think about it"
"Harry will you shut the fuck up and let me finish?!"
"God you turn me on when you get this feisty"
"Idiot"
"So will you give me a chance?"
"I wouldn't still be here would I?" Harry suddenly stands from his chair and leaves the room with Louis still sitting by his table.  He shortly returns with a semi small object dangling in his hands as he makes his way over to Louis and hands him said object. Louis gasps as he looks down at the same small leather diary he had from that night.
"Read it when you're alone" Louis tucks the diary inside his jacket pocket and flashes a smile at Harry who returns a smug look. Louis then decides it was time for him to leave not only did he feel overwhelmed but the anticipation seeped in his bones begging for release, he was itching to know what was in that book and he couldn't get home sooner to find out.