Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 10

** this chapter contains boyxboy smut. I listened to FOOLS by Troye Sivan on repeat while this chapter was written, so if you'd like to heighten the emotional effect, I highly recommend listening to it. Enjoy, my loves! x

Pushing closer to his body until I felt his back slam against the cool wall, I couldn't help the need that bubbled up inside me. The pads of my fingers graced lightly over the boy's hip, his skin pricking in alarm at the touch of sudden warmth.

"L-Louis," he whispered, breaking the contact that our lips held. I could feel his hot breath tickle my nose.

Without another word, I grabbed his hand in my own and pulled him towards the exit. His grip tightened on my hand as he swerved between the people standing around, and my heart thumped in my chest when we came face to face with the main gala.

Everyone's heads turned to look at us with risen brows and shocked expressions, mostly because of Harry's lack of clothing and our swollen lips. Regardless of the unwanted attention, I straightened myself out before wrapping a tight arm around Harry's waist to lead him out of the building in a hurry. There was no denying that these urges have been festering for a while now, and even though Harry hadn't verbally agreed with my actions, he also never denied them.

I ushered him down the streets on the short walk back to our hotel, and tugged on his hand to remind the boy that he should ignore the flashing lights that beamed in our direction.

"Louis," he breathily murmured my name, stumbling a bit as I forced him to walk a bit quicker.

This hotel felt like it were hours away when all I could focus on was the heat that radiated from the grown man pressed tight against my side.

Harry's pleads nearly went unheard in my mind until he tugged on my arm and spun me around to face him, knocking my mind out of the gutter.

"What the fuck is going on?" He panted, his brows knitted tightly together in a mix of worry and anxiousness.

I watched as he crossed his arms and glared down at me like he was scolding a child, his lips pursed and waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Harry, I need you," I whispered, stepping close to him as his frown only increased, "I-I want you, I need you, baby."

"Baby?" He snorted, a disbelieving grin on his lips while he shook his head, loose curls bouncing against his bare shoulders, "What about the show?"

I licked my slightly chapped lips and shuffled on my feet, a habit I had picked up whenever I got nervous, "I don't care about the show. I just want you," I begged, reaching out to take his hands in mine and breathing out a sigh of relief when he didn't pull away, "I've been denying myself the pleasure of even looking at you in any other way than just being a friend but, God, Harry, I can't hide it anymore.

"There's something there that pulls me to you, and the way you looked tonight just-- wow. I couldn't process anything else, I still can't, and all I want to do is show you how well I can take care of you," I rushed out, eyes full of desperation, "Please. Let me take care of you."

Harry eyed me cautiously for a fraction of a second, as if searching for any type of a lie. My tight stare never faltered though because I knew I wasn't lying. Everything I had said was true, and even if he doesn't accept my offer, I wouldn't regret the words I had spoken.

He glanced to the left and looked down the street in search for something, his pink tongue poking out just enough for his teeth to bite down gently on as the yellow lighting from the nearby buildings lit up his features and cast shadows from his lashes and cheekbones.