SMUT AS(s) FUCK

Sleep alone (2)

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Louis awoke the next morning being shook by petite hands, he groaned and rolled onto his side, eyes heavy and head thumping. He’d never felt quite as bad emotionally as he did now, the last year had seemed like a bad dream and now it’d turned into a nightmare.

“Louis, hon. we have work in half an hour,” Eleanor whispered and Louis shot up quickly because however much he didn’t want to go to work, however much he was dreading seeing Harry again, he really needed the money.

“Shit” He hissed standing up and running through to the shower, he smelt awful and a shower was sure to wake him up. He needed all the energy possible for the day if they were to be having sex. And then the thought hit him. He’d been too busy moping in self pity that he’d forgotten to even prep himself and it was far to late to try it here, he needed to cut down his tea break and go to the showers and do it there because otherwise he’d be in trouble with everyone there and he was having a hard enough time of it anyways.

He pushed himself out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist and slumped into his bedroom throwing open his wardrobe and grabbed the first jumper he could and a pair of jeans before slipping them on and meeting Eleanor who’d thrown on one of Louis’ jumpers and her jeans.

“Come on, you’ll be fine. Ignore him he’s not worth it” she said running her hand through his hair trying to make it lie flat.

“I’ll try” He said grabbing his phone and wallet off the side and his keys from the floor where he’d most likely dropped them and the two of them made their way out of the flat, dread slowly filling Louis with every step he took.

“Louis calm down, you look so tense” Eleanor whispered sadly and Louis glared at her, she sighed and looked to the floor.

“I think he broke my heart” He swallowed, breathing in deeply “And it’s not like I can pretend nothing happened because in half an hour Eleanor, I’ll have his dick in me and it doesn’t means anything” His voice failed on the last word and Eleanor jumped into him wrapping her arms around him as he gritted his teeth as not to cry. He could be strong. He’d been strong his whole life.

They reached the studio and walked up the steps into the reception room where they were met with Niall seemingly threatening a man who looked ready to punch him.
“Everything alright?” Louis asked as they both looked over at him

“ask Max here, he seemed to think it would be a good idea to come in here pretending to work here to get an easy shag” Niall growled as the guy looked Eleanor up and down with a smug smile.

“They’re all gagging for it anyways, what about you babe, bet you’re gagging for-“ He didn’t get to finish his crude words towards Eleanor before Louis was flying towards him shoving him into the wall dodging the mans flying limbs,

“say that again, I dare you” Louis growled, eyes locked onto the mans who’d gone rather subdued in Louis’ grasp, “Not so fucking mouthy now are you, get the fuck out of here and don’t come back” Louis sneered pushing him to the door and out of it.

“Fucking fags” Max hissed before hurrying away.

“Wow, Louis that was fucking amazing” Niall grinned; Louis looked back to him and gave him the best smile he could manage before pulling Eleanors arm through to the kitchen.

“Louis, that was a bit too far, I know you were only protecting us but what if he’d have fought back?” Eleanor asked

“I’d have taken what he threw and gave back twice as hard, know why? Because you’re the closest thing to a family I have Eleanor and no-one, absolutely no-one talks shit about my family.” Louis said walking into the kitchen.