the flat. (larry stylinson)

part eleven: past (part one).

Louis always tried to act calm around Harry, but he was a nervous wreck behind his shades. He thought that wearing them hid it well and what Louis didn't know is that it did his it well. Harry always thought Louis was sly and confident when in all reality, they're both a wreck on the inside. Harry is just more open with him. Louis remembered the first night he took Harry to the bar that they're heading to right now. It's about eight at night, eight hours since he's been single.

Louis wanted to take Harry to that bar because the place was special to him. Just like he knew Harry would be special to him. He brought Harry there because he wanted to share a part of his life with him and the bar was a part of him. Louis did the same thing for Liam when they met, but Harry just so happened to be brought there much earlier as it was the same day the two met. Louis knew the of place because that's where his dad took him for his first drink. He reminisced about that day, the week before his dad did what he did. His father, Alfred Tomlinson, was forty-five when Louis was eighteen, back two years ago. Louis is twenty right now.

Younger Louis marveled at the small bar, taking in its scenery. It was obviously British owned as the cuties of the bar reminded him of him. Louis was too young in this country to drink, but he knew his dad had connections. Louis clicked on his phone, texting Stan that he was finally in NYC. Stan was his undercover boyfriend at the time.

Stan was a two years older than him, in his second year of college. Louis was in his last year of high school at the time.

'I miss you, baby.' Louis cooed, tying on the phone. He wanted to keep his phone hidden from his father.

His phone vibrated in a matter of seconds. 'My sweet love. I miss you more. Can't wait to get my hands on you :)'

Louis blushed, still knew to the sex thing. Stan and him indulged in their first sexual practice the previous week and Stan couldn't stop thinking about touching his Louis again. They didn't have sex, Louis never got to have sex with him. Stan only dry humped Louis.

'My lips are so sore :(' Louis sent back, shift in his seat uncomfortably.

Stan was a lip biter and Louis paid the price when his lips were swollen the next morning.

'I'm sorry I was so rough, you're just so beautiful.'

Louis' phone died and he muttered a curse under his breath. He locked his phone, following his father into the bar. The older man was greeted with love from everyone.

"Alfred!" Mr. Malik, two years younger at the time exclaimed. "Is this Louis? The one that's taking hold of your company?"

Louis was so nervous about taking his dad's company from him. He was also excited to take control of something and make it his own.

Alfred smiled wide at his son. "Yes, this is him."

Louis was too nervous to speak and Mr. Malik understood. Alfred's face twisted up in anger and he snatched Louis by his collar, inching to his ear. "Speak when you're acknowledged."

Louis was a bit confused. No one actually acknowledged him directly, but quickly nodded. "I'm Louis Tomlinson, sir." He said, gripping Mr. Malik's hand. "How are you?"

Louis could feel Alfred's satisfaction as they took a seat. "I'm fine, young one." Mr. Malik smiled. "You seem very respectful."

Alfred stood. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom, let us have an order of two beers..." Alfred said, placing fifty dollars on the bar. He walked away, excusing himself politely.