cocktails | larry ✔️

five

louis panicked a bit.

what if harry heard him? what if harry even overheard his own name, while louis was laying moaning in his room?

would he be mad or even kick him out?

but all louis could do right now was, changing his bed sheets, washing his hands and going back to bed.

when the next morning awakes, louis feels fresh and clean again. and yeah, maybe a little bit fucked, too.

but not the way he would like to feel fucked.

harry sits in the kitchen, reading the newspaper and when louis comes in, he smiles at him kindly.

like he heard nothing.

louis bites his lips and tells himself, harry must have heard nothing. he couldn't. his rooms are far away form where louis sleeps. that isn't be possible.

"good morning, love."

louis swallows and nods. "good morning, sir." the words are small and unsure.

"no good night sleep? or why do you seem scared?" harry furrows his brows, lets the paper glide on the table before him.

"no, everything was alright, sir. thank you for asking."

harry nods to the seat opposite of him. "sit down. do you like some cereal? sadly i don't have much more for breakfast because i don't eat at home. work starts to early so i usually stop by at a coffee shop."

louis smiles. "cereal is my favorite food."

harry laughs. "oh really? but it's so... uncomplicated."

louis shrugs. "uncomplicated doesn't imply that it can't be delicious."

harry grins and stands up. "i'll get you the delicacy."

louis giggles a bit and waits for harry to set the food down.

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the day is spend at a friend's house. harry introduces louis to his private teacher.

his name is liam and he seems nice.

but that is not what louis is worried about.

liam is buff and hot and totally louis's type.

louis - still being the hormonal teenager - nearly gets a hard on while imagining liam over him, fucking him hard.

he probably should not do such things.

and especially not when harry is around.

or other people.

liam also seems to be harry's best friend and after a time, harry tells liam to go check louis and work with him, while he himself has to do a few calls next door.

so that's how liam sits down next to a shy and blushy louis in a room on their own.

"so louis. today i'm gonna test you what you can and can't, so we can start learning and pratising."

louis nods, looks down in his lap.

"hey, cutie. you don't have to be shy or scared: i'm here to help you, alright?" liam smiles in louis's direction but louis's lips stay shut and his eyes in his lap.

he has a small bulge and it's so embarrassing and he hopes liam can't see.

he has a small cock, but you can see when he is aroused.

all this comfort and content is not good for his poor boy hormones.

"hey..." liam trails off. "so we start very slowly, okay? and i wanna get that smiley boy back you were earlier."

louis nods.

"okay, first: can you tell me the alphabet?"

louis can and he does.

then liam asks him a few math problems.

"it's four."

"good and what about nineteen plus two?"

"twenty-one, sir."

liam smiles. "great."

meanwhile harry is next door calling his manager. "yeah, he is great. he is friendly and polite, well-behaved and i think the people will love him."

"that seems good... but do you think he is ready for his first interview? in fornt of cameras i mean?"

harry blows air out of his mouth, thinking about louis, looking out the window. "maybe we should wait a few days, okay? he can stay a secret for now, i think."

"you think? well, harry: the company can't wait and your image change can't either. i think one day is enough to settle in for him. you'll be here tomorrow with him."

the line is dead. harry looks at his phone grumpily.

"that's not fair, you asshole." he mumbles.

he doesn't think it's a good idea for louis to be famous just yet. the boy needs his time. harry hopes he will speak with liam, when he is alone with him.

since today louis seems so shy and closed.

not how harry got to know him a day before.

but why?

****

here i am again.

today i watched nearly a whole season of american horror story and i'm a mess... goddamn...

but yeah i had to do something before going to bed so here you go! whoop whoop.

yeah harry why the change? hmmm? can you think of something that makes louis a shy, blushy ball of fluff?

just telling you: this is gonna have a nice kink in it. it's something of the bdsm world... can you guess it?