Stockholm (Larry AU)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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It was starting to get late into the morning, neither of the boys in the Stockholm apartment had breakfast yet. Their stomachs were grumbling, and without even being in the same room, both knew that the other wanted to be fed.

Louis wanted to have a decent meal to satisfy his stomach which had been empty for hours. He was desperate for something to eat, and only Harry, the boy who had him locked in the room, could feed him.

Harry, on the other hand, could eat freely, a whole stocked up kitchen just outside his bedroom door. But his shame and embarrassment preventing him from even taking his head out from under the covers. He knew Louis wouldn't see him in the kitchen, considering he was securely locked in the room; Louis' not who he was hiding from. No, he was more shamed from his own self, because of the thoughts he kept having. Those thoughts about Louis that he shouldn't be having. 

He wanted to eat, he needed to be fed. But the problem was he wanted to be fed by Louis. Every time he even thought about the food, the image that came to his mind was a delicate Louis, cuddling next to him in their bed. A tray sprawled out over their laps, holding Harry's favourite chocolate chip pancakes that he imagined Louis would've made for him. The older boy's hand would hold up the fork, the end full of as much of the food as it could hold, resting in front of Harry's lips. Louis would tease Harry by bringing the food closer and closer, touching his lips, yet when Harry opened his mouth, Louis would pull back the fork. He would trace the food filled fork in patterns in front of Harry's face, challenging him to have a taste of the sweet breakfast. Harry would pout at Louis, he imagined that the blue eyed boy wouldn't be able to resist and give in, placing bits of the pancake in his mouth. A smile would be shared between the both of them, as Louis would cuddle further into Harry's chest. He imagined them to be an adorable, loving couple. But that couldn't happen and Harry knew it. 

He did his best to weave himself out of those thoughts but it was hard to walk out of such a picture perfect moment. A moment he could only have in his dreams. 

"Harry!" He heard being said, which snapped him right out of his fantasy. He got up abruptly, shocked from his name being called. A small knock followed, and had it not been eerily silent he wouldn't even have heard it. His first instinct was obviously to look out the window, faintly expecting to see someone trying to get his attention. Although the chances of that happening were too small. He barely knew anybody, nobody wanting to know him, there was no chance he had even an acquaintance. 

Like his guess, there was nobody, he shut the window, which he had opened earlier, and grumbled back to his bed. To him it was a waste to get up, and the voice was probably just an after affect of being too tired which had started giving him hallucinations. 

Not a second after he had covered himself with the mass of blankets and duvets, the voice was heard again, just a tad louder, and the knock followed after was longer and louder than the one before. Harry wanted to ignore it, but the name-calling and the knocking kept getting louder and far more annoying than the first. 

"Harry! It's almost noon! May I please have some breakfast?" The voice screamed. And that's when the curly-haired boy finally started to catch on. The voice was Louis. The knocking was him knocking on their shared wall. 

He couldn't believe he forgot to feed Louis. He was so invested in his thoughts that ironically Louis slipped from his mind. "Harry?" he heard being asked again, it was clear that Louis expected a response. 

"Uh, sure. I'll bring some over in a couple minutes" Harry managed to stutter out, and even from the other side of the wall, Louis still managed to get Harry flustered, and he knew it. The faint cracks in Harry's voice put a mischievous smirk on his face. 

The thought and crave of food drifted to the back of Louis' mind, and the only thing prominent in his mind was the ways he could take advantage of Harry to escape. 

He could tell Harry was practically putty in his hands, and although it flattered him, giving him a red tint, he cared too much about escape from the flat than anything else. 

There were thousands of ideas flooding his mind, most of them quite cheeky and naughty that would definitely put Harry in a situation far too uncomfortable for the innocent lad. He had many choices at his disposal, and no matter which one he chose to apply, there was a guarantee he would leave this flat, without a ransom. 

He came out of his thoughts and planning, walking towards the door, putting his ear up against it, listening for Harry's footsteps, which will set phase 1 of his plan in motion. He had to only wait a couple seconds before the sound he was listening for was heard. Louis heard Harry's keys jingle signaling that the captor was right at the door, ready to open it. The feathered hair boy ran to his bed, lying down over the covers on his stomach, pretending to be in a daze and not even aware of Harry's presence. 

Harry walked into the room, balancing the tray of toast, eggs and orange juice on his large hands, struggling with the lock, the keys and his overall clumsiness. His head was bowed not being confident enough to even look up at Louis, and to concentrate on the things his hands held. He walked up to the bed, calling Louis' name bluntly.

Louis turned his head, pretending to be surprised and ready for Harry's stare on his bare bum, but the sight he saw disappointed him. A long and exasperated sigh made its way through Louis's throat. The blue eyed boy was expecting to see Harry's flustered self, oogling at Louis' naked body that still hadn't been clothed from last night. He was hoping he would be able to seduce the younger boy, and use it to his advantage. 

But instead, there stood Harry, holding the food, his head down, him not even realizing that the man he wanted was laying nude in front of him. Harry just wanted to give the food and leave but Louis wouldn't let him go so easily. 

Louis sat up, rebounding back from his brief disappointment. He sat in the middle of the king sized bed, his legs crossed, like a perky 5 year old, and he placed a fluffy white pillow directly over his manhood, leaving almost nothing to imagination. "Harry, my food?" Louis asked softly. 

Harry pushed the tray of food forward, blindly trying to reach it out to Louis, but was quite unsuccessful. "Honey, it'll help if you look up" Louis advised, giggling slightly. Harry's eyes darted up, and once he saw his hostage, he was speechless. His breath had been caught in his throat along with any words that he could've had the will to say. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, to stare at the naked boy in from him. 

His face started to flush, bright red, even the tips of his ears and his neck were getting to become the colour of a tomato. He swallowed several times, trying to utter out anything, even just a squeal but his throat was dry. He couldn't take his eyes off that beautiful sun-kissed, tattooed boy that sat just an arm's length away from him. 

Louis obviously noticed how frazzled Harry had become, and to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. Normally he should do something about it, dismiss Harry or cover up, but he wanted to take this a tad farther. 

"Harry, my eyes are up here" Louis said cheekily, diverting the boy's green eyes off Louis' well built body. "And you can just place the food right here, love" He continued patting his lap, right over the pillow that covered his privates. 

Harry's cheeks regained that bright red colour that was just starting to fade away, at the mention of what Louis had called him -- 'love'. Not to mention being caught staring at the man's body wasn't so assuring either. 

The curly haired lad did as he was told, and just as he as he took out his keys from his back pocket, ready to leave the room, which had been boiling because of the frustration in him, Louis' voice stopped him. "Can you stay with me?" He asked sweetly. 

"Uh...umm...I have to go...eat" Harry managed to say, the only excuse he could really come up with after minutes of thinking and Louis waiting. 

"Well, we can share! I couldn't eat all this anyways" The older boy said excitedly, while putting on his best pout ready to convince him. "Please?" He said again, dragging out the simple word. 

"Umm...okay" Harry hesitated, yet caving into Louis' pout and puppy dog eyes, immediately. He sat down on the bed, right at the edge, trying to be as far away from Louis as possible. He couldn't bear being within reach of him, because then he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off that gorgeous boy. 

His eyes were still trained on Louis though. Every second they darted to a new area of his golden skin. But they kept coming back to that pillow placed on Louis' crotch. His mind kept dreaming of what could be hiding behind there, his body aching to see, to touch. His lips craved to meet with Louis', his fingertips yearned to trace over every single one of the tattoos that grazed his captive's skin. His hands needed to be tangled in Louis' fringe, tugging on it, bring him closer.

These thoughts consumed Harry's mind, and he couldn't take it. It was nearly impossible to sit there and watch Louis and not be able to feel him. He would've run out the door by now, but Louis had a hold of Harry's arm preventing him from leaving. But Harry needed to do something to try and control his cravings.

"Umm...not that it matters...or I care...but umm...why aren't...you wearing clothes?" Harry said slowly pulling his eyes downwards to his own lap, trying to seem careless about the whole thing, but failing miserably.

"I don't really have clothes to wear, not like you packed all my clothes before bringing me here" Louis replied jokingly, followed by a cute giggle, which seemed to make Harry melt.

"Oh! I’ll get some clothes for you" Harry stated oddly quick, rushing out of the room, panting and running to his to get something to cover up Louis with.

He wanted so much as to leave that room, but now that he left he wished he never did. He wanted to feel Louis' presence again, to feel the warmth radiating from him. He wanted to be back with Louis.

And Louis wanted Harry to be back with him as well, just so he could work at him a little more. Getting under his skin and using it to help him escape. The first part of his plan worked out amazingly, the look Harry wore after seeing Louis was priceless, and quite flattering. But that wasn't enough for the richest man in England; nothing's enough until he gets out.

Harry was taking longer than expected, so Louis called him, the voice startling Harry in his own room. He worked faster, pulling out the first decent pair of clothes he could put together. He ran to Louis, unaware of the fact that the impatient older boy was waiting for him just behind the door of the room he was kept in.