Inked. [Larry Stylinson]

Guidance.

Waking up, Louis looked around to find himself in a unfamiliar household. He was in a bedroom with two other guys and four other girls, it was trashed with cups and other junk all over the floor. Louis sat up and crawled out of bed, his headache pounding in his eyes still red. The headache didn't help, but Louis cannot remember what happened last night. He walked out of the bedroom into the living room where a crowd of about eight more people sleeping along the floor and couches. All we can remember is that he went out with a few friends to the bar because Harry was busy. A few more drinks than expected were drank. Louis is disappointed in himself as he comes to the realization that he had taken drugs last night. He has been clean for a while now, and now that Harry is in the picture, with his innocent smile, Louis promised himself he would never do drugs again.

Louis had a dark background, like he said, he's not an angel. But that side of himself, he wishes Harry never has to deal with, or learn about. Harry is important to him, and that was the past. At least Louis thought it was.

Louis quickly grabbed his coat that he found under the couch and left the quiet house. His phone was dead so he had no way to contact Harry. Unable to stand the pounding headache, on the way home Louis stopped at a pharmacy and grabbed some Tylenol and ginger ale. Louis was still gutted with himself, and hopes he recovers and feels better by the time he sees Harry again.

Louis finally reached his apartment as he walked down the silent morning streets. A few faint birds were chirping in the background. Fighting with his lock, Louis goes into his apartment and crashes on his couch before he could even make it to the bed.

That afternoon, Harry was busy setting up the rest of his apartment. It was almost all completed except for a few little things he had left to do. He sent out his sixth text message to Louis over the past 24 hours. Harry was worried, worried Louis was alright. But more worried he may have done something wrong to upset Louis. "Please don't let it be something I may have said." Harry spoke to his dirty mirror in his bathroom. He fixed his hair and touched up his face with a razor. Harry had finally come to the conclusion he would have to go see Louis personally. He was scared it's the wrong staying to do, maybe Louis just need some space. They had become something together, Louis wouldn't let Harry hanging like this without a reason. He grabbed his coat and headed his way over to Louis' house. It was later in the afternoon that day and the streets seemed to be less busy than usual for a Saturday. Everywhere Harry looked he spotted drug addict looking people. He could see many homeless people in the alleys. This town doesn't give off the best vibe, but it was different. It had a secret Harry was determined to discover.

After a long, quiet walk, Harry reached Louis' apartment. No one answered when he rang the outside buzzer, so he entered himself. Louis' apartment door was unlocked, Harry slowly creeped into see if Louis was home. He walked in to a quiet almost dead environment. He turned the corner to see Louis was sleeping on the couch. He seemed in a deep sleep, almost as if he were sick. Harry got worried, "maybe this is why Louis did not reply to me. He is probably just not feeling well." He thought to himself, looking around the room. Harry spotted Louis' jacket on the floor. Harry picked it up and checked the pockets for his phone. Reaching into the front left pocket, Harry felt a plastic bag. He pulled it out just to see. It was pills. White pills with cat ears on them. Harry dropped the jacket and looked at Louis who was still completely passed out. "No no no." Harry told him. "These aren't Louis'. No. No." Harry stuffed the pills back into the pocket, his breath hitched. He tried hard to convince himself they didn't belong to Louis. Harry could see Louis breathing. He was ok. His little stomach inhaling and exhaling.

Harry quickly left the apparent and left it to Louis to call him when he is awake and ready. All he could think about was every possible situation as to why Louis had drugs in his jacket. Holding them for a friend? Someone slipped them in there? Not his jacket? Anything, and everything that made Louis innocent, Harry convinced himself that was the case.

The next day Louis felt better, he found his phone charger left at the house the party a few days back was held at. He finally got it turned on and the notifications came rolling in. Before reading anything, he immediately called Harry.
Standing alone is the middle of his kitchen. Louis held the phone to his ear. "Please pick up. Please pick up."

"Hello?" A raspy and tender voice spoke.

"Harry?" Louis' heart jumped.

"Louis!" Harry hopped out of his bed on the other side of the phone. "Louis where have you been?"

Louis' throat locked. Wanting to tell Harry the truth, but not wanting to hurt him. But what would hurt more? His dark side, or his dark lies? "Harry I'm sorry, please forgive me." He pleaded. "I went to a bar last night, and ended up at party, and I honestly can't remember much of anything. Please don't hate me. I'm sorry." Louis' heart was racing.

"It's okay, Louis. I'm just really glad you're alright."

"Please come over?"

"I'll be there in 10." Harry smiled, hanging up the phone and running out to the streets.

Louis cleaned up the kitchen quickly and ran to the bathroom to clean up. His breath stunk and the bags in his eyes had never been bigger. He threw cold water on his face, giving him immense cold chills. Louis picked up his jacket off the floor, holding it upside down, a baggy fell out. He gasped out loud to himself as his memory suddenly came back. Louis remembered those pills. Not from last night. But from 6 months ago.

Louis had gone to this big-time drug dealer in the neighbor town of his own. He lived in a mansion up on the mountains. He had asked for something simple, but was given more than he bargained for. That night Louis had gone to a party and remembered the details yet but thinking they would hurt him, he took a few and within minutes the whole night blacked out. Within a couple weeks some of the memory regained, but it is still a huge blur to this day.

Louis was extremely worried, these are the same pills from that night, and they make you do some very regretful things. His chest sank, he could cry in this moment. Louis flushed the pills down the toilet and threw out the bag. He heard the front door open, Louis ran out to the kitchen to great Harry. He didn't seem happy, Louis frowned on the inside, but he gave Louis a light kiss.

"Louis."

Louis took Harry's speech away and kissed him, over and over again.

"I need you now." Louis straddled Harry against the wall and began to make out with him. Harry was confused but he didn't question it. Louis needed to be loved, and only Harry had the power to fulfill that.

Without removing their lips from each others, they stumbled to the bedroom. Louis' shirt was off already. Harry felt lost, unsure what to do. But he knew Louis could take care of him.

"Am I ready?" Harry ran through his mind, while Louis kissed his neck and worked his way down his bare chest. "Don't be a fool, Harry. Love him." Harry's back arched on the bed as he gripped the sheets.

"Are you ok?" Louis crawled back to Harry. "You want to do this?"

Without a word, Harry wrapped his arms completely around Louis' neck and pulled him in. With short breaths between kisses, Harry murmured.

"More than anything." Harry laid back on the bed pulling Louis on top of him.

Without hesitation, they pulled off each others clothes, pouring into each other.

Harry tried to hide it, but he was nervous.

"I'll guide you. it'll be okay." Louis left kisses on Harry's hip bones, gently holding his bare thighs. He ran his tongue teasingly down his hip bone lines, leading to Harry's bare, untouched erection. Louis gripped it and began to swirl his tongue around the tip. He glanced his eyes up to see Harry's reaction, Harry's back arched and he had bit his lip, holding in the soft moans. Louis slowly sucked on Harry's cock and moved lower and lower. Harry finally let out the moans he had buried.

"Oh my god." He murmured.

Louis began to move faster and faster, Harry's hips locked upward, shoving his cock into Louis' mouth further. Louis paused and played with Harry's throbbing erection. He came back up and kissed Harry on the lips. He placed his hands softly on Harry's sides, signaling him it was his turn.

Harry slide down Louis' tattoo'd, muscled body, and immediately returned the favor. Louis didn't hesitate to moan and weep when Harry began to suck him off. He gripped his fists into his soft cottoned sheets. Biting his bottom lip, his head cocked back, arching his back in pleasure.

"Fuck Harry."

A few minutes later, Harry got Louis completely wet. He laid up on the bed stomach flat beside Louis. He gave him a kiss and whispered into his ear.

"I'm ready."

Louis kissed Harry, quickly swirling his tongue inside Harry's wet mouth. He slid down and climbed over Harry. Louis left soft pecks on the back of his neck. He gave Harry his two fingers to suck, and Louis prepped Harry, shoving his two fingers into his hole. Starting off slowly, Louis inserted them and exited them quicker each time. Louis stopped and placed his hands on Harry's lower hips. Arching over him, he entered Harry slowly. Harry let out a large moan, grabbing the two pillows at the top of the bed for strength. Harry gutted as he moved in and out of Harry fasted, moaning into Harry's right ear.

"Fuck." Harry spoke out in between all the noises he made, while enjoying the whole experience. "Jesus fuck." He said, again.

"Ahh." Louis let out, awfully loud.

After intense love, Louis laid himself on the bed next to Harry, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face.

Harry pulled the navy blue sheets overtop of them, cuddling up to Louis. His tattoo's stood out in the soft light of the room. Harry traced them with his finger.

"They're beautiful." Harry smiled, kissing Louis' bicep.

Louis gave him a hard kiss, biting Harry's bottom lip and tugging it teasingly.

"You're beautiful."