All String Attached // Larry Stylinson (Mild BDSM)

Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another update! I hope you guys like this! The gif does things to me XD This chapter comes out today because it's my bday!!!!!!!! Next chapter on Sunday!

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The moment Harry stepped out of the building, he took in a shaky breath, the bulge in his jeans painful and skin tingling from where Louis touched him. Harry wasn't aware that one man could make him feel things that he has never felt in such a short moment of time. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the darkening sky, murmuring a 'holy shit' and shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

Harry shakily grabbed the car keys that was in his pocket and his eyes widened as he felt around his pocket. There was nothing there except for his phone. He gasped and ran through his bag 3 times before breathing heavily. Zayn would positively kill him, he was sure of that. He turned around and felt the wind knocked out of him. Louis was there, wearing a small smirk on his face. Louis twirled a pair of car keys around his index finger and Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. Louis leaned over to Harry's ear, both of them being the same height (A/N: The most weirdest thing I've ever written. As if that's ever gonna happen. It just fits well with the story.) and whispered, "You should really keep your things safe, baby."

Harry's eyes widened. Did Louis just call him baby? Louis handed Harry the car keys and sauntered back to the building, hips swaying that got Harry's firm gaze on it. Once Louis was out of sight, Harry smiled. Louis did things to him that nobody has ever did. He made him feel hot and warm at the same time. Did that make any sense? No, it didn't. But that didn't matter to Harry.

He was bouncing all the way to the parking lot and as he unlocked the car, he took another look at the building before smiling to himself. He couldn't help but feel sad that he might not see Louis for the time being but the stinging in his cheek from where Louis had kissed him told him otherwise. He got in the car and drove off.

Harry sighed as his phone buzzed, alerting a text message. He kept his eyes trained on the road as he got the phone out of his pocket. It was from Zayn.

Did he tell you he was gay? It said and Harry huffed a breath. He didn't know if Louis would approve of him spreading the fact that he was gay so he was going to keep quiet until he met Louis again and got his permission. He ignored the text and put the phone back into his pocket, after silencing it and then he remembered the recorder. His eyes widened and he whipped it out from his bag and pressed play. The entire conversation was recorded and also the parts included where Harry told Louis his secret. No way was he about to give this to Zayn.

Harry scrambled his thoughts for what to do and he got the perfect idea. He whipped out his phone and went to the recorder app. He played the parts of the interview where he was asking the questions and then, when he got the parts of the interview he did (not including the fact that Louis was gay), he quickly discarded the memory card of the recorder by snapping it in half and smiled to himself. He was a genius.

Now all he had to do was give Zayn the phone recorded style of the interview and claim that the recorder didn't have a memory card and he recorded the interview on his phone. Easy. Harry turned the radio on and smiled as Isn't She Lovely started playing. He always did love this song.

Isn't she lovely,

Isn't she wonderful,

Isn't she precious,

Less than one minute old,

Harry sang along to the chorus and he bobbed his head to the beat. Stevie Wonder's voice filled the car, easing his senses. He could feel the burning of where Louis touched his bum and blushed. He had yet to see what Louis gave him. Harry sighed as his eyelids began drooping. He went to the interview at 4 so he left at 12 o'clock from Manchester, to say that he was tired was an understatement. And the fact that he had another 2 hours to drive made him want to cry. Harry sighed as he passed another traffic light. This was going to be a long drive, he thought.

*Two hours later*

Harry felt ready to explode with all his tiredness. He grabbed all his belongings and quickly locked the car. He walked to the elevator and slumped on it, yawning loudly. His floor came to view and he stumbled to it, unlocking the door with the spare keys that was always under the mat. He walked into the flat to find it empty and sighed. Zayn had either went out to the pub or was having a threesome somewhere. That last part was a joke but who knows what activities Zayn might be indulging in?

Harry walked sluggishly walked to his room. He sighed as he took of his coat and shirt, stripping himself to his boxers. He plopped down to his bed, immediately getting under the covers. Then he remembered whatever the heck it was in his jeans. He retrieved his skinny jeans from the floor and latched his fingers on a rectangular object. He took it out and gasped.

It was Louis' phone number.

Harry felt his chest contract and he shakily grabbed his phone. He dialed the number and put it to his ear, waiting for the line to pick up. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make sure that this was Louis' phone number. Or maybe it was the fact that he wanted to call Louis. The line went on for a while before the curt voice of Louis answered.

"Tomlinson." It said and Harry shivered at the authority at Louis' voice.

"H-Hello? It's Harry." Harry said and the response came immediately.

"Harry? Have you reached home safely?" Louis asked and Harry smiled at how caring Louis sounded.

"Yes, I did. How are you?" He asked, feeling a little bit more courageous on the phone.

"I'm doing well. You?" Louis asked.

"I'm fine. Just arrived home." Harry said, plopping back onto his bed.

"I wanted to ask you- What Barbara? The meetings now? Wait a moment- Listen Harry, I have an important meeting today and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I'm so sorry, Harry." Harry smiled wider at the level of sincerity in his voice.

"Don't be sorry Lou. Bye." Harry said, unaware that he even let the nickname slip.

"Lou? I like that. Goodnight Harry." Louis said and Harry froze, feeling a hot blush take over his cheeks. Louis even makes him blush over the god damn phone. Harry heard the line go dead and sighed, feeling weirdly complete.

He felt tired now more than ever. Harry closed his eyes and slowly felt his eyes drift close. His dreams being plagued by ocean blue eyes that only belonged to Louis Tomlinson.

But he can't help but feel as if he'd forgotten something important.

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