The Nature of Louis Tomlinson (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 3.

a/n: anthony at the top.

"The business isn't going too well, far from my convince. Many managers have been contacting me saying that the racks have been the same way they left a week ago." Harry stated strictly, during one of his meetings he had with his employees. "You know what that means?"

He waited, silence filling the room.

Harry slams his hand on the table, making everyone flinch. "That fucking means we're not doing a great fucking job! 'The racks are the same they left it last week'? What the fuck is this? I pay you for a fucking reason! You have your own office for a reason! Not to use the desks to have sex on them! And yes I'm talking about you two, Derek and Natasha, fucking disgusting!" Harry furiously knocks over the papers that were neatly placed on the table, pinching his nose from irritation.

"Leave! I want every single one of you gone! Now!" As he yelled, everyone scattered away. This wasn't normal for Harry and he knew it, he usually never yells at his employees. But after that conversation he encountered with Louis, he just couldn't think straight. Everything was getting to him, he tried looking deep into his phone, looking for more elements from his past. But nothing was found, he was getting frustrated every minute of the day, just from the thought of it.

He breathes. Maybe some tea can make him less tense, but first he need to clean up this mess he made and he does so.

The door opens and one of Harry's employees walks towards him and immediately kneels down and helps him pick up the scattered papers.

"Thanks Anthony." Harry chuckles. He receives a quiet 'welcome boss' from him. After they finish, Harry quickly notices the bruises on Anthony's face. The green and yellow spots evident under the dim light from his office.

"What happened to your face?" Harry asks, Anthony touches his face and flinches. He laughs and shakes his head, "nothing boss."

"Well it looks like something to me. Did someone do that to you?" Harry is concerned. He liked Anthony, very much he did. He was one of the best workers in this company. He did as told, he was obedient unlike the others and he finished his assignments Harry tasked.

"N-no, I was just playing soccer and they sort of kicked my face." He nervously said. The air was thick with tension, he knew he was lying and he knew something was wrong. But he decided to let it go.

"Alright, well be careful next time. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry watches as he walks to the door and stands there. Anthony slowly turns around and blushes when he sees Harry was already staring at him.

"Would you like to go to that new cafe downtown?" No one has ever asked harry to go somewhere with him, knowing that they would get easily rejected.

But Anthony was different, and he liked it. "Sure, let me go get my coat."

"You're kidding!" Anthony laughs loudly, his eyes watering. Harry was recently telling him the story of the time he was jerking off to porn and his mother walked in on and had to beat him with a broom stick for being such a "white hormonal teenage boy."

"It really hurt." Harry chuckles.

"Well it was a broom stick she beat you with." Anthony laughs.

"Yea, she even broke my arm." Anthony throws his head back and Harry takes the time to obverse his handsome features. He had amazing blue eyes that shined through day and night, dark raven hair, with his subtle. He was beautiful.

"What?" Anthony smiles, Harry shakes his head.

"I like your laugh." Harry admits, Anthony blushes and quietly thanks him. After that, they silently drink their tea. It wasnt an awkward silence, but a comfortable one.

"Harry?" He looks up from his tea and faces Anthony, that isn't facing him but to the window next to him.

"Yea?"

"What's your ideal of perfection?" The question catches harry off guard. He never thought about those type of things. Considering the fact that he actually believes that everything around him is perfect but does he really know what perfect is?

"Well. I don't really know. I don't anything is perfect now that I think about it. Everyone makes mistakes, even objects have a bit of its flaws itself. But there are some people that are actually influenced by the media or some sort that everything a certain celebrity does, its considered perfect. That perfect lifestyle you know. But in all honestly, I don't think anything or anyone is perfect."

"It was a simple question, Harry." Anthony chuckles. "I didn't need a speech."

"Shut the fuck up before I fire you." He jokes.

After their little break, they head back to the building to retrieve their necessities to go home.

"Where are you going?" Anthony calls out to Harry, who is walking away.

"I'm going home?" Harry states the obvious.

"Did you forget I have a car?" Anthony smirks.

"I don't want you to waste your gas. Besides I can just take the train, you go straight home, you need some rest."

"Don't be silly, I wouldn't care to waste gas as long as I'm with you." Harry looked at him, processing his words. Did he really just flirt with him?

"If you insist, uber driver." Seems like he'll have to go along with it.

"Ha ha." The both get inside the car and drive to Harry's household. The car ride consisted of Harry shouting the lyrics of Kanye West's song 'I love kanye' and Anthony shaking his head, laughing at the man with the childish antics.

They arrive. Harry invites him inside for a while, to let him "know where Harry lives." But it was nothing like that, Anthony carried Harry to his bedroom, their lips molding one another, losing no contact.

He kicks open the door and walks inside Harry's room. Anthony let's go of him and rips off Harry's silky designer button down shirt- mind you. Harry does the same to him, lips attaching his neck immediately. The two men groan at the sensation building up.

They are both nude on Harry's bed in an instant, Harry straddling Anthony's waist, both out of breath.

"Prep yourself, while I go get the condoms." Harry gets up from Anthony and retrieves a bottle of lube from the drawer near his bed. He quickly heads into the bathroom and looks for the box of condoms.

He has a habit of not keeping things in place when he needs them. He hears Anthony moan from the other room, and quickens his actions. Once he finds the box, he takes one out and runs inside his bedroom.

Harry has never seen anything more hot than, Anthony's face is flushed, his mouth shaped into an 'O' small moans coming out of it, his fingers deep into himself, going in and out.

"Fuck." Harry grabs his erection and walks towards the bed. He places on the condom, letting the slippery latex easily roll onto his length, before making Anthony stop his movements and going in.

The both men moan loudly, letting the pleasure settle in. That night it consisted the both of them pleasure themselves in numerous ways until they were sensitive, Harry allowed Anthony stay the night.

Anthony was a distraction for Harry, a distraction to forget everything that has been happening. He didn't even think about Louis one minute of the day and that's what he intended for.

And for sure he will keep it that way.

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IT WAS SO AWKWARD WRITING THAT SMUT PART, I WAS CAUGHT WRITING IT ON THE BUS BY THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE.

But its aii 😏

ALSO LARRY WILL HAPPEN DONT WORRY
Hope you liked it .