The volume of the fan’s screams increased tenfold as the boys walked through the door to the small platform with a long table and five chairs. The amount of people crowded into the main lobby of the mall was ridiculous, their shrill voices bouncing off every surface.
Harry slipped around Zayn to stand beside Louis, waving as they took their seats. The oldest boy looked at him with suspicious eyes, subtly shifting his chair over to the end of the table, as far away from Harry as possible. The Cheshire boy laughed. None of the fans, or even the other boys, knew the vindictive pleasure he felt from watching Louis squirm beneath his intense gaze. They couldn’t understand how the hair on his arms would stand on end every time the boy was near him. His heart clenched with the hatred he felt for Louis fucking Tomlinson, and every time he managed to make the boy uncomfortable, the clenching loosened, just the tiniest bit, allowing him to breathe easier. So now, beneath the watchful eye of their fans, he intended to make Louis pay for being, well, Louis.
The line of girls, and a few boys as well, began to shift forward as the security removed the rope that had previously blocked their path. The large men in tight, black t-shirts allowed a few fans through at a time, monitoring the flow. The people would start at the end with Niall, move on to Liam and then Zayn, and finally walk before Harry and Louis, smiles stretching across their faces.
Louis’ was somewhat forced. He hated that Harry had moved beside him, he prefered the company of Zayn. He usually enjoyed the signings and the interaction with the fans, distracted from the constant feeling of Harry’s hating eyes on him, boring disgustingly into his skin. A shiver went up his spine as he felt them on him as the first girl approached their end of the table.
"Hey, how’re you doing?" Harry’s deep voice rumbled Louis’s chest uncomfortably. He held back the scowl threatening to burst across his face with a practiced calm.
The two girls in front of them looked as though they were about to faint, clinging to each other, red-faced and teary eyed.
"We’re great!" One of them managed to sputter out, beaming.
"That’s great, love. What’re your names?" Louis asked as he reached for the pictures Harry was pushing toward him. His stomach dropped sickeningly and bile rose in his throat as Harry’s fingers brushed over his, trailing along the skin of his arm and resting there, lightly. Louis felt an overwhelming urge to snap the boy’s fingers and push him away. He could feel the green eyes on him, could picture exactly how smug the boy must be looking, without having to even glance at him.
Louis had completely missed the girls’ names, but couldn’t bring himself to care, mind too occupied with the sickening touch hovering on his skin. He smiled the best he could, finished signing his name, and told them to have a great day.
His hand dropped below the table, gripping Harry’s thigh and biting into his leg with his fingers. The younger boy laughed and leaned his face to Louis’ ear, breathing hotly.
"I barely touch you and you’re already riled up," he whispered, breath tickling the older boy’s ear. He leaned into Harry and whispered back.
"Don’t even fucking think about it, Styles."
By the end of the signing Louis was exhausted. Not only from the sheer amount of people, but from constantly keeping a smile on his face despite the anger that welled inside of him at Harry’s vindictive touch. The boy did it on purpose, he could tell, but that didn’t keep him from becoming angry and frustrated at the younger boy. He needed desperately to get away, knowing just where his anger would lead to if he let it. It had been too frequent over the passed weeks. Harry would rile him up during a public outing, he would become angry, and as soon as they were alone, he would fall into the pleasure trap and let Harry fuck him, again.
