Pretty Boy

Nine

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Louis had home court advantage, but somehow Harry felt like he was going to win. The plan was to recreate the last party, this time though Harry would be saying no. Proving he wasn't some needy whore that Louis could control.

The lavender dress hugged him in all the right places. Barely ending just over his butt, leaving his thighs exposed. A girl may go commando in a dress this short, but for Harry that simply wasn't an option. So, slipping on a pair of black lace panties to cover his bits would work just as well.

Harry missed getting ready with Rita a tiny bit. She had really good taste and always did his eyeliner perfectly. They hadn't talked since the incident in the car. Secretly he hoped she'd be there so he could apologize.

Niall and Liam picked him up. Designated driver Liam had tutted at how short Harry's dress was. Harry giggled, he had never had anyone comment about his clothes like that. His parents weren't home enough to care.

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The party was in full swing when they got there. Dance floor was crowded and music was blaring. Liam said something about keeping safe and not drinking anything Harry didn't pour himself. Harry ignored him, not because those rules weren't important, mostly because he wasn't going to drink. He needed to be sober to say no to Louis.

He didn't see Louis right away. Which didn't bother him, or at least he didn't let it. He moved to the floor, grinding on the first body he could reach. It turned out to be a friend of Jareds that used to occasionally sat with them at lunch. Harry didn't care.

After about an hour or so of being passed around the dance floor, grinding from person to person. Harry finally landed in the arms of the person he was waiting for.

"We always seem to meet like this Pretty Boy" Louis whispers into his neck, hot breath fanning over Harry's skin "Finally ready for me to take you upstairs." Harry was glad he avoided those drinks, being completely sober he can execute the plan.

"No" Harry giggles moving out of Louis grasp.

"Pardon?" Louis says in disbelief. He retaliates Harry's movement by grabbing his dress clad bum. Harry gasps and pauses. Louis makes the opportunity to pull him Harry close to his body. He runs his hands all over the slim body pressed against him.

It was taking everything Harry had to not throw his head back and give in.

"Come on Pretty Boy, I just want another taste" Louis nips his shoulder. The words make Harry snap out of the trance he was in.

"Do you even know my name" He whispered angrily. This time it's Louis who freeze."I told you at the corner shop"

"H-Hayden?" Louis asks and when he sees Harry's face he knows he got it wrong.

"You are the biggest asshole ever, Louis Tomlinson. I'm sorry I ever gave you the idea you could have me without even knowing my name" Harry was shouting now and he didn't even care."I can't believe I ever slept with you, you horrible, cocky, self righteous prick. Don't you think for one second I don't regret every time I let you touch me".

Harry stormed off, angry tears fall from his eyes. He felt played. He knew Louis was just trying to get in his pants, but the nicknames and the soft touches had felt meaningful. Harry had never felt this before. Betrayed and less human. All he was to Louis was a body. Harry had spent so much time thinking about him. The past few weeks were a waste.

Finding his way to the back yard he sits on the steps outside and sobs. His heart was breaking and he hadn't even realized he gave Louis that opportunity. When did he give Louis the power to make him cry.

"I know" a voice says sitting next to him "He didn't mean whatever he said." It was Zayn he realized.

"Why are you always fucking here, all the time. Like fuck, are you his keeper or something?" Harry said angrily, he really wasn't in the mood.

"Actually I usually go with brother, but keeper sounds accurate" Zayn smiled "I don't wanna meddle in whatever is happening, but I want to be friends, Harry".

"Just friends Zayn?" Harry leaned in close. His emotions running high he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in and smashed his lips into Zayn's.

Zayn politely pushed Harry off and said "How about some sleep." He took stunned Harry upstairs and tucked him into a bed with incredibly fluffy duvet. Well Harry continued to mumble about Louis not knowing his name.

"I'm still pretty right Zayn?" Harry said tears filling his eyes again "Louis doesn't make me unpretty, right?". Zayn looked down at the boy empathy filling his face.

"You're still the prettiest thing I know."

Zayn stayed until Harry finally fell asleep.

~

After leaving the room Zayn went straight to Louis' room. Louis was there, just as expected. Lying there staring up at the ceiling, as he always did when sad.

"You and I both know you know his name." Zayn said moving to lie next his brother."Why Louis, Why do this to yourself ?"

Louis didn't answer, instead curling into Zayns side. Zayn wrapped his arms around his older brother, like he's done for years.

"He is asleep in the other room, I would like to be friends with him, Louis. Him and Niall and Liam." Zayn was drawing circles on Louis' back. "You can be friends with them too, it doesn't have to be us against the world this time."

Again Lous gave no verbal answer. Just pushing his body closer to Zayn.

You would think that since Louis was older, he wouldn't want to be coddled by his younger brother. Zayn has never known any different. Ever since Louis came to live with him, protecting him from the nightmares that still plagued him and himself of all things.

He knows better than to ask what brought Louis to his family or if that has anything to do with the nightmares. Zayn also knows better than to push Louis for answers. So, he pulls Louis close and tries to push all the love he can into the embrace.