Stockholm (Larry AU)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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His hand made its way down Harry's torso, his bright blue eyes holding the green ones in place. The sound of metal clinking was faintly heard as a belt buckle was being undone by his dainty hands. He guided the waistband of the tall boy's skinny jeans over his narrow hips and down the muscular thighs; brushing over the area he needed him most. His touch was fragile at first and then rough the next minute, practically groping the curly haired lad to no end, but he didn't mind it. In fact he wanted it.

Harry felt this desire for him, that he had never felt for anyone before, this want that he had since the day he saw him, and it was finally being fulfilled. He placed delicate kisses against Harry's pale neck, smirking occasionally when he heard his name being moaned, as he tempted the younger boy.

Harry felt a shaking in his lower half, but it wasn't the boy pleasing him or his hands. A melody accompanied the vibrating, he looked up to him, but everything started fading. Soon only specks of colour lasted, no longer able to make out the man that it replaced. The vibrations getting shakier and stronger and the annoying tune louder than ever. Everything went black, and all that was heard was that familiar melody.

It all registering in Harry's head, he jolted up, panting and sweating. His body was feeling suffocated as the clothes clang to the sweaty, slightly damp body. It was a dream, all of it, but it seemed so real to him. All those thoughts did, whether he was awake or asleep, and all of them involved the one person that was forbidden, Louis Tomlinson.

He was quite disturbed that he could have thoughts like that about the boy he was holding captive, but what was worse was he wished it hadn't been interrupted. He was conflicted whether to be disgusted or aroused in the moment.

The phone rang again, taking him out of his inner dispute, the caller ID reading 'Derek Samuels', which meant he had an obligation to answer it. He was very grateful that he had a job and was making money, but to call at 2:38 am was a bit unreasonable in his mind. He reluctantly answered the call, immediately being greeted by a loud scream, "Harry!" that sure woke him up.

"Yes?" He mumbled in response, hoping if he expresses his tiredness, he'll be let off the phone, and back to sleep.

"The call was placed Louis's people...they said refused the ransom..." Derek spoke slowly yet screaming, a bit let down. Harry got anxious right away, he needed the money, that's the only reason he took this offer. He couldn't let his efforts and sins be in vain. "But....they know they can't call the police, because that'll put him in danger. Don't worry they'll come around. I just wanted you to know that you might have to hold him for a bit longer than expected". At least he had a plan, not all of it was a waste. Derek would figure out some way to get the money, and if he got the money then so would Harry. "Also I need you go check on Louis, make sure he's still there, stay with him tonight...who knows what he might do" Derek commanded before hanging up without goodbye.

Harry got up from the comfort of his bed, pulling the covers around himself, and slowly walking towards Louis' room. If this was his old bed he'd be more than eager to get out of that ratty contraption but, the new one was so soft and relaxing, it was difficult to force himself out.

He got the key to Louis' room out of his back pocket of the jeans he still hadn't changed from, unlocking the door and going inside, the door automatically locking as it closed.

He could've sworn he saw a flash of movement coming from Louis, but he seemed to be sound asleep. Harry walked up, closer to the bed to see if everything was okay with the older boy. Louis' hair was sprawled out all over face once again, the autumn breeze from the window had blown it out of shape. Harry was sure he closed the window when he tucked Louis in, yet it was still open, and there was no way that delicate little Louis would be able to slide open a window that took all of Harry's strength to close.

He put Louis' hair back to the way it should be, ignoring his previous worries about the open window. He went to slide it down, but it seemed to be frozen in place, and took all of his strength and then some to close it. He looked back at Louis, something about him seemed different, the way he was, it was different than he was 5 minutes ago. He'd pay more attention to something even as small as that, but Harry was too tired to worry about something like that this late. He sat down in the chair by the door, settling himself in and falling asleep without a second thought.

However, Louis was still awake; he'd been awake for a while, the noise from Harry's next door room woke him up. He had heard Harry's boss' voice also, saying his people refused to give the money, he was proud to know he taught his people well. However, when he heard that they'd keep him as long as it took for the money to come in, instead of thinking he was useless and letting him go, he was quite disappointed. His plan hadn't worked out so well, so he came up with a new one, on the spot. He planned to escape.

He had managed to get the window open, despite the ice holding it closed, with barely any energy; he worked out quite a lot to look as attractive as he did, it was a piece of cake for him. But just as he was about to escape, Harry walked in right that second. Louis rushed and tucked himself in again, hoping Harry hadn't caught him, thankfully he hadn't.

Harry came in, checked on him, and he was sleeping in the chair opposite to his bed. He could still try to get out from the window, he could actually just get the keys to the door from Harry's pocket and go out through the door, but he knew it was too risky. He lost his opportunity to escape, but he wasn't all that upset about it as he should be, he was a bit indecisive about how he felt about his plan being thwarted.

After minutes of trying to conceive another plan, he finally came up with absolutely nothing, it's probably better to think when he wasn't lacking so much sleep. He looked over to Harry, who seemed obviously uncomfortable sleeping on the small chair; he was tall and lanky guy that clearly didn't fit well on that chair he squeezed himself into. Not to mention, even with the blanket wrapped around him, he shivered.

Louis felt some sort of protectiveness over him, for some reason, possibly because of the age difference or maybe because Harry seemed like the type of boy who needed to be taken care of. Either way, he made his way over to Harry, even though he was butt naked, lifted him with ease, and went back to place him back down on the other side of the bed.

He lay on his side of the bed, pulling the covers over the both of them, watching Harry relax and stop chattering once he instinctively wrapped himself in the blankets. It was precious how sweet he looked, not the guy who kidnapped someone for money, but more like an innocent damaged boy who needed some genuine care.

Louis couldn't take his eyes off of the breath-taking 19 year old, taking in his pure appearance and those curls that fell over his eyes, which looked so adorable. He would look at his flawlessness all night, but even he could feel his eyelids getting heavier.

"Goodnight Harry" He said impulsively, yawning, and falling asleep the next minute.

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Eight hours of sleep still wasn't enough for Harry as he woke up the next morning feeling just as tired as he was when he went to sleep. He felt someone's eyes bore into the back of his head, so he lazily rolled over, his eyes wideing instantly at the face that awaited him. Louis stared at Harry with his soft blue eyes, as he said a simple "Good Morning" to him, but the curly-haired lad was far too invested in his own thoughts to respond. His mind racing at 100 miles a minute, questions speeding in his head, "How was he in Louis' bedroom?" "Louis was naked!" "What happened last night?" "Should he be upset? Because he really wasn't".

Unknowingly a blush started to make it's way onto Harry's otherwise pale cheeks, as he thought about the things that could've happened the past night, even though he couldn't remember much past the phone call. He looked over to Louis from under his eyelashes, silently asking him for an explaination, but the only reaction he recieved was a small smirk on his thin pink lips. Louis' hand went up to brush the curl that hung out of place on Harry's forehead, only making the younger boy blush harder. His soft small hand then proceeded to caress the redness of his cheeks.

Harry couldn't hold in his smile, a smile that shouldn't exist. He wasn't supposed to feel this way for a boy he met less than 24 hours ago, a boy that practically owned all of England, and certainly not the boy in his current possession. The thought dawned on him more and more, and finally he couldn't stop what his feet had already started. Before he was completely aware of it, he was already out of the room, rushed against his true will.

He ran off to his bedroom, throwing himself face first onto his plush bed, placing another pillow on his head, matting the back of his hair with the white pillow. He couldn't hold it in anymore, so he screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound getting muffled by the covers which were covering his mouth. "Harry! You are so stupid!" He screamed to himself into the pillow. He had to get out all his tension and built up frustration that Louis had produced in him. "You weren't supposed to cuddle up to him! He's your fucking hostage! And then you run away! He probably thinks you're an idiot! Harry you are an idiot!" He screamed the vulgar words to himself again knowing that no one could hear. But he was so terribly wrong.

Louis, next door, could clearly hear the shouts of what he assumed to be self-inflicted anger, and he liked it. The older boy loved knowing he had such a powerful affect on Harry that even in his presence Harry could get easily flustered. The thought of it immediately boosting his ego, as if it wasn't big already.

He couldn't let an advantage like this over his captor go so easily. It might hold his only way of escape.



(A/N so how did you guys like the preview of the smut? Again thank you for the reads it honestly means the world to me. This is dedicated to my friend on twitter @HausOfStylinson because she literally promoted this book so much and that means a lot so go follow her now. A wattpad memeber was @Mal1ks_m1n3 who always leaves a sweetheart and the first comment but I can't give two dedications and I have given her one before so yeah...And again nice comment or promo gets a nice dedicaion. The chapter needs 50 reads, 5 votes and 3 comments for an update)