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

Chapter 14

Harry heard the main door of the suite swing open then thud shut again. “Arry!” Louis called out in a sing-song voice. “Hey, Curly! I'm ba-ack!”

“In the bedroom,” Harry called back. “Coming.”

“Hurry up,” Harry said quickly, because he'd been psyching himself up for over an hour, and now that Louis was here, it was crunch time.

“Che bello!” Louis proclaimed in Italian when he entered the bedroom and saw Harry, who'd done his hair and tried to pick out a good outfit. “You're a sight for sore eyes.”

“How'd it go?” Harry asked. He didn't want to stall himself, but he did really care about how Louis' meeting was.

“It went well,” Louis said. “Pucci are fucking pricks.”“And... that's a good thing?” Harry asked, confused.“Yeah, it's good.” Louis winked at him. “Weather in Seattle's fucked, though-” “Louis,” Harry hushed. “Please.”

Louis humoured him; “Je suis désolé, I meant the weather's bad. The team's flight was cancelled and Jeremy and Linda are sorting it out, but they definitely won't be in today. The good news is we've got the suite another night or two. The bad news is we've got to go to a show tonight. Another 'appearance'.”

Harry kind of felt nervous and excited at once; even more alone time with Louis. He nodded, mostly to encourage himself. “Okay... Okay. Okay-”

“Okay?” Louis checked, leaning in to Harry.

“Well... can I rim you now?” Harry blurted out. Smooth.

Louis coughed.

“Just to see what it's like! On the other side of it,” Harry explained quickly. “Not in a gay way, I'm-”

Louis joined in with him, sarcastically singing the last two words as he bopped his head; “Not gay!” He showed Harry he wasn't doing it in a mean way, though, reaching out and gently stroking Harry's arm with the back of his fingers. “You're just 'Arry, aren't you?” he said softly. “The boy with the curls.”

“The boy who really wants to try... that thing,” Harry stammered. “Only if you want.”

“Oh my God, 'Arry.” Louis let out of the side of his mouth. “Sometimes I don't quite know how to deal with you.” He lifted up a foot, untying his shoelaces.

Shoes off and bare-footed, Louis pulled Harry into a tight hug, murmuring into the top of his head. “You're only sixteen, baby. You don't have to rush, you've got plenty of time to try it.”

“Yes, but you're thirty-two,” Harry argued with a dimpled grin. “That's ancient. I've got to try it on you before you drop dead.”

Louis gave a scoff of disbelief, poking the tip of his tongue out the corner of his lips. “How dare you.”

“Just answer the question, Louis,” Harry pleaded, because Louis was making this so difficult and Harry was ten times more nervous than he'd been a moment ago. “Do you want to do it?”

“Oui,” Louis said, an incredibly fond smile crossing his face. “Could we go to the bathroom?” “How come?” Harry asked, because they'd both already showered that morning.

“Lots of big mirrors,” Louis mumbled, abashed, as he took Harry's hand and lead him out of the bedroom. “I want to watch you doing it.”

Which was – oh, gosh. Wow.

“Can I kiss you?” Louis asked, leaning back against the large bathroom countertop, knees spread apart to so Harry could stand in front of him.

Harry nodded, heart absolutely thumping in his chest. “That would be good.”