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

Chapter 21

From New Orleans, they went to Nashville, Tennessee. When the plane touched down Harry giggled, telling Louis, “You're the only ten I see.”

Louis rolled his eyes and told Harry he couldn't believe they'd given someone with such a terrible sense of humour their own TV show - and anyway, he was an eleven.

From arrival at the airport, they went straight to film a live show. One of the main focuses of this episode was the importance of choosing friends who shared your faith.

Harry kept thinking about how nice it had been to go to the museum with Eleanor – who wasn't a Christian - and hear about her view on science, on life... on everything, really. She had a different perspective to what anyone else had ever shared with Harry and it was very refreshing.

Next up, Harry introduced a Christian country music band to the crowd. While they were playing, he was sat by himself off-stage, silently praying. Apologising to God for being such a stupid hypocrite.

Harry didn't even bother putting his bags in his assigned hotel room in Tennessee. He just looped the floor once to make sure no one was around, and then knocked on the door of Louis' room.

Louis had flung open the door and beamed at Harry like they'd been apart for several weeks, not just forty minutes. He relieved Harry of his bags, stacking them one on top of the other where his own were already sitting by the door, forming a waist-high pile. He then pulled Harry inside the room.

Louis pushed Harry back to sit down on the bags and guided him to spread his legs so he could fit himself in between them. Harry sighed happily and and tilted his hips up as Louis' hands ran firmly from his knees all the way up to the top of his thighs.

“Mon petit,” Louis said happily as he kissed Harry's neck, sucking the skin not-long enough to leave a bruise. “You were so good today, you know.”

Harry pushed at the back of Louis' head, wanting him to leave a proper mark. “I don't want to talk about the show right now.” Or ever.

“Can we talk about you then?” Louis mused, lips lightly tracing over Harry's adam's apple as he switched to the other side of his neck, nibbling lightly with his teeth.

“Don't talk. Give me a love bite, please,” Harry begged.

It was a right of passage as a teenager, hiding lots of hickeys. Harry wanted one. He wanted to know what he had with Louis was always real, not just when they were behind closed doors.

Louis ignored Harry's demand. “Can we talk about how fucking good you look? With your shiny hair and your pretty curls?”

Harry blushed at the compliment, but allowed himself a grin.

“See? Yes! You're gorgeous!” Louis cried in delight. He kissed Harry's dimple and both corners of his mouth. Then his fingers tightened over Harry's thighs.

Louis was dressed all in black: tight black pants, a soft black top, and a silky black blazer. His hair was still very neat from how he'd styled it up for work and Harry really liked that - seeing how proper Louis had presented himself for their coworkers, knowing that Louis would let Harry mess up that quiff in a heartbeat.

Louis' skin was so perfect, too, from his exposed ankles to his smooth cheeks and forehead.

Harry didn't think his own skin was as nice. He didn't really mind having pimples, he didn't get too many and it was especially not-bad when they were covered up in makeup for the show, but he wasn't perfect like Louis.

“You look good,” Harry muttered in dismissal. He tried to kiss Louis, but Louis ducked his head out of reach. Instead, Louis kissed and licked Harry's neck while he undid the top buttons of Harry's shirt, roughly yanking the collar open.