That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 5

Louis lay back on the fully-made bed in the hotel. With the money he'd saved staying with the Styles family for a few nights, he was able to twist Linda's arm into having the company pay for quite a nice suite. Louis heard his phone go off in his bag. He reached for it, reading a text from Harry.

You were right about the 'roomate'. I have a new uncle now. :)

Louis typed a reply. I'm always right. Hey, I'm staying in a hotel now. Missing your family of course but needed a bigger space to spread out all your new clothes. It was an outright lie on two parts, he was thoroughly enjoying the peace and quiet away from Harry's parents and the only clothes in the hotel were Louis' own.

Harry seemed to believe the lie. We all just went for a run – check out the sunset! Louis opened the picture Harry had sent though. There could have been pigs flying across the sky for all Louis noticed, his eyes were fixed on Harry standing in the bottom-left of the picture. Basketball shorts just skimming his knees, t-shirt removed and held in his hand, hair sweaty and pushed back.

Fuck, he looked good. He looked hot. Louis wanted to - But he couldn't.Not to Harry.

But surely he could find a college kid at a bar somewhere in Dallas. Louis pulled himself up off the bed and slid his feet into shoes, not even bothering to tie up the laces before leaving the hotel room.

Louis was just as good at picking up as he was at his day job – not an hour later he had a half- drunk twenty-something frat boy pressed up against the door of his hotel room, expertly kissing his neck, hands firmly wrapped around the young man's muscular hips.

“Wait, we can't – oh fuck that feels good – we can't do anything out here, someone might see!” Louis rolled his eyes, but pulled the keycard out of his pocket and swiped them in. Just as he slid the card back into his pocket, he felt his phone ring. Harry.“I've got to answer this,” he said, giving the guy's crotch a firm squeeze. “Won't be long babe.”

“Good evening!” Harry called out through the phone, cheery. “Just got out of the shower. Did you get the picture of the sunset?”

“Yeah, looked fucking incredible.”

“Louis! Don't swear.”

“Sorry-”

The frat boy interrupted Louis from across the room. “Hey dude, can I have one of the beers in the fridge?”

Louis nodded.“Who's there?” Harry asked.“Oh – just a friend.” Louis would have said the guy's name, if he'd only bothered to learn it. “I thought I was your best friend in Texas.”“You still are.”

An unappetisingly wet kiss landed on the back of Louis' neck. “Come on, let's get you out of those pants, French boy.”

“Shh!” Louis hissed, but he was too late.“Louis?” Harry said, uncertain. “Who is that?”“Just a friend, I promise.”“Well... just don't make a blanket fort with him, okay? That's our thing.” Our thing.

Another wet kiss was planted further down Louis' neck. Louis gave a swift kick to the shin behind him, and covering the receiver said, “Piss off for a minute, will you?” A grumpy look was shot his way, but he was given a few meter’s space.

“Listen, Louis. I have something important to say.”

Louis sat down on the edge of the bed, fearing the worst – had Harry told his uncles what had happened between them?

“Paul's boyfriend Michael talked to me before. He said, that, um, experimentation is important and – he's not even going to tell Paul, but he said that if I wanted to stay with you for a night, since I told him you weren't at my place any more, um, you know - not that I'm going to experiment, but we could just hang out. He'd lie-”