Homeless (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

"Excuse me ma'am...um, I've never been here before and I was wondering, um..." Harry didn't know how to ask for a lap dance from someone. He was afraid if he just went up to Louis, he'd say 'I can't talk now love' or something stupid like that. So he decided that if he asked for a lap dance from him, he'd have to do it and have to talk to him.

"How can I get a lap dance?" He asked the waiter nervously. She looked at him, puzzled.

"You can go up to one and ask. Or if you have a table, you can ask your waiter. Aren't you a bit young to be in here?" The waiter said.

"Uh....no, I'm old enough," Harry lied.

"Okay...well, um," the woman seemed uncomfortable because she knew Harry was lying.

"Listen, I just want that boy in my lap, like, right now." Harry pointed to Louis. He couldn't wait any longer, and he thought if he acted like this, he'd get him. And sure enough he did.

"Louis? Alright, I'll go get him," she said.

"And can I have a private room?" Harry looked at the curtains across the room, hoping, praying she'd say yes. She did.

Harry waited in the room nervously. There was a small couch where he sat down , tapping his fingers nervously. He didn't know what he was doing. This was crazy, he thought. Why haven't I thought of this before? Harry kept asking himself. He didn't know where it was, that's right. Or maybe he was just scared. The last time he had talked to Louis is had been kind of rocky. Sure, it was the best day of his life. But still.

Louis appeared around the curtains a couple minutes later. He looked surprised to see Harry; his green eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Louis asked almost laughing. He had a slight smile on his face like he was almost happy to see him, but didn't want to show it.

"I need to talk to you," Harry said.

"About what?"

"About...about Eleanor. You don't have to do anything for me," Harry said when Louis stalked up to him and was ready to dance on him.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't have to give me a lap dance or anything if you don't want...it would be nice, but-"

"Harry, do you think I want to give any of these gross old men lap dances? I do anyway, don't I though? And a cute kid like you, a sweet and very helpful, kind, charming kid like you, I'd pick over them any day," Louis smirked, then straddled Harry's legs with his own. Harry sucked his breath in, clenching his fists, trying to get himself to not touch Louis; it was so hard not to.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Louis asked, moving his hips around to the music.

"Uh...uh..what? Did I say that?" Harry said breathlessly. He was too in heaven to talk about anything anymore. He realized then that this was why he really came. He just wanted Louis to move on him and that was it. No talking.

"You said something about Eleanor," Louis said.

"Y-yeah...h-her," Harry moaned.

"You're acting like this is your first lap dance," Louis laughed.

"F-feels like it....can I touch you?"

"I'll get in trouble," Louis whispered into Harry's ear.

"But you said I was a s-special customer."

"You are, love- sorry, do you not what me to call you that?"

Harry didn't respond. He couldn't. Louis was still grinding against him, and he knew that soon, he was going to come. It wasn't helping that Louis' shirt was thrown across the cramped room and that he was playing with the hem of his briefs, pulling them down to show his hip bones. Harry couldn't help himself and reached up to delicately place his hands on Louis' hips. Louis didn't tell him to stop. He let him keep going, moving his hands up and down his body just like he had done last time.