Part Seven.

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It's been a month since Louis started modeling for Harry. Modeling has taken up so much of Louis time that he hasn't been back to the orphanage in two weeks and he has orders that need to be shipped out. He usually models everyday & all day, not that he minds that much, he's having fun and his self-esteem is slowly rising.

Since getting Louis to model for him, Harry hasn't been asking anyone else. (Cara asked him about it after she'd gone an entire week without Harry asking for photos. Harry just said that Louis is still new and so so  gorgeous that he hasn't really wanted to photograph anyone else.) Two weeks ago when he posted a photo of Louis, he got an email from Gucci asking if Louis could model some of their new clothing with Harry still being the photographer.

Harry asked Louis (Louis nearly fainted when Harry told him) about it before he replying. Now two weeks later, half of Louis' closet is Gucci clothing.
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Harry reached up to adjust the collar of Louis' shirt. Louis bravely reached out and grabbed his wrist. They made brief eye contact before Louis pulled him closer and pressed their lips together.

The kiss quickly heated up as Harry pushed his tongue into Louis' mouth while he got on top. Harry laid in between his legs, pressing their boners together and grinding.

Louis moaning and pulled on Harry's hair trying to match his grinding. Harry pulled away and kissed down Louis' neck, breathing hotly and moaning his name.

"Louis." He moaned, hips moving faster, breath getting hotter. Louis just let out a breath and he kept trying to match Harry's hips. Louis is so close.

So close.

Louis jolted up on the couch. His face flushed, boxers tight and breathing irregular. He jumped when he heard a chuckle behind him.

"Louis, I get it. I'm hot but I have a boyfriend now. Don't try to seduce me." Zayn teases, moving from where he had been previously cuddling Louis while they slept.

"Oh my god, Zayn. I like Harry." Louis ignores Zayns teasing.

"Yea princess, I know." Zayn makes eye contact with Louis, ignoring his own boner from when Louis was grinding his ass against him. "Oh baby, you didn't know?" Zayn asks, seeing Louis' eyes water and his bottom lip tremble.

"He's going to hate me." Louis mumbles, falling into Zayns chest and crying softly. "I like Harry."

"Princess, it'll be okay."

"No it won't. I need to call my mom."
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Harry grunts as his cums, filling up the condom. The boy beneath him moans softly, having already cum minutes ago. Harry pulls out and ties of the condom, throwing it into the trash bin by his bed.

He lays down next to Niall and kisses the hickey he left on his shoulder.

"Thanks for coming over." Harry mumbles against the skin. Niall shrugs and stretches out his body.

"It's no problem. What are booty calls for." Niall teases, curling up against Harry despite the mess on his tummy. Harry wraps his arms around him.

"You know you're more than a booty call to me." Niall hums.

"Just less than a boyfriend." He teases again.

"Niall we tried that -"

"And it didn't work because someone can't stay faithful." Niall feels Harry tense up and rolls his eyes. "Harry, relax. I'm only kidding. I'm over it."

"I'm sorry about that." Harry sighs. Niall rolls his eyes again and sits up.

"I'm going to take a shower. Should I be expecting a cuddle and breakfast in the morning or a cab outside?" Niall moves off the bed completely, waiting for an answer.

"Always a cuddle and breakfast for you."








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