Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

//7//

Dedicated to pritzzz_ for suggesting what Harry answered to Louis 😘

"Hey sweet cheeks xx I received your nice message and I would be interested in meeting with you soon. Tell me when it would be best for you, all the love. H."

I have to stop myself from being in awe over his polite message. He is so genuinely adorable, I have to admit that to myself.

'Don't think about him like that' a voice in my head tells me and I know it's true.

I can't have a crush on THIS GUY. Actually I don't even know him, all I know about him is that he owns a gun which should definitely stop me from even thinking about him in a positive way.

He wants to meet up with me though... Which makes him the first ever person that asks me out. It can't be a date, just... As friends... Or can it?

After legit 15 minutes of debating with myself what to text him back, I decide on one message. I'm not sure whether to add kisses to it, I end up not doing it and send the text.

** HARRY'S POV **
(Can you believe it bc I can't)

I'm laying down in my bed, trying to focus on my phone and ignoring all the irritating noises from the other rooms in the house.

Louis finally answered me after what felt like ages and I can't wait to read his response.

"Hello again, the day after tomorrow would be good as it is Saturday and I don't have to attend school. Best regards, Louis"

Honestly I have to admit that I'm a bit disappointed he didn't add kisses to the message.

I always do it when it goes out to people I like or that I have a special connection to which aren't many.

Not receiving the same amount of affection feels like a rejection to me and I don't know how to handle this feeling as I barely get rejected.

But I tell myself to not create any drama because of missing x's in a message.

Saturday he said? I check the text again and then open my calender to make sure I've the day off.

Luckily I do and so I quickly text him back that I am fine with that date. I want to meet him at 11am in front of the London Eye.

Maybe we can take a ride on it although it's expensive. But he probably hasn't seen the incredible view yet which makes it worth spending my rare money on it.

After sending my response, I stuff my phone into the pocket of my black skinny jeans.
I take a black casual blazer out of my closet and put on my black boots to leave the house and go to my favourite place in Greenwich Park.

I always go there to relax and get rid of doubts that keep creeping into my mind all the time.

Especially at night when I think about my job and if it really is what my life should consist of.

I've been doing the same thing all day since I was 16, for four years now.

My family abandoned me after they figured out what I'm doing for a living, they kicked me out of their home.

So I moved to London, to join a team of people who are doing the same like me. What seemed like a good idea at first, was the worst I ever had.

I'm forced to continue accepting the humiliation until... Until when?

I tried applying to new jobs but my current activities, as they call them because nobody acknowledges it as a real job, keep me from getting recruited.

Of course, who wants a cam boy to work in their firm?

Oh well... Seems like I just gave away my job. Let's make it official.

Dear reader of this book,
I, H., am working as a cam boy.

I live in a run-down house with around 20 other cam boys and girls and the boss of this organisation.

We have an own website that allows costumers to chat to us.
A normal business starts with a costumer picking one of us, spending a certain first payment.

The both of us then join a private chat room where the cam boy or girl turns on their webcam. According to the preferences or even kinks of the customer, we undress and act out sundry sexual things which I'm not going to give details about.
Every action needs to be payed by the customer at first.

We have some simple rules in our house: no meet ups with customers outside of the internet, no giving away of personal data during the cam sessions and no giving away of information about our job outside of the house.

The only exception for the last rule is when one tries to apply for a new job, because obviously our current activities need to be written down in the curriculum.

But as I said already, we have barely a chance to get a new job.

While I am talking about it, I also want to clear up the issues about my name.

My full name is Harry Edward Styles. Online I'm known as YourSlave22
(A/N: damn that's kinky uhm...).
I use Edward in real life, for example when I apply for new jobs or when I get to know people on the street.

H. is my acronym which I prefer to use for special occations.
The homeless people know me as H only and so does Louis.

Nobody (except for my family which I haven't seen in 4 years and am not missing) gets to know that my real first name is Harry, not even my new favorite boy Louis knows it.

Yet.

OKAY LOVELY PEOPLE, DO YOU STILL LIKE ME EVEN AFTER I WROTE  T H I S?

I got the basic idea for Harrys job from a movie, called 'Disconnect'. I definitely recommend it to you, it's.. Wow. Incredible. And sad too.

Tell me what you think about it, I know we got from 0-100 again in this chapter I'm sorry.

Don't hate me pleease

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