The Help

Chapter Seven

A/N: The gay sex is coming! I promise you! Also, I have the next TWO chapters ready already, possibly next THREE in an hour or so, but I will NOT post them unless I get at least two comments on this. So if you read it and you like it, at least comment. Or if you came here from my tumblr, just inbox me :) or like the post.

It was now late at night. Okay, late was an understatement. It was early in the morning more like it. Four o'clock to be precise, and Louis hadn't slept a wink. He had stayed awake all night for reasons he couldn't seem to remember, and all he really wanted was for the day to be up with him. He sighed as he poured himself yet another bowl of cereal, bu turned to see that he had finished the last of the milk ten minutes ago when he ate cereal. He huffed and dropped the bowl of Cap'n Crunch into the trash, not caring about the ceramic bowl he was disposing of at the same time.o He produced a cigarette out of his pocket and went to grab his light, but he shook his head. His lighter was outside, and for good reasons. He wasn't allowing himself to smoke inside the house anymore; his house smelled like smoke to guests, and he realised that must have been a real turn-off for Harry the night before.

But why did he care what turned Harry on or off? God, he could really use that cigarette. Bad habit or not, it helped him stop stressing over things. Or maybe it just made him think he wasn't stressing anymore, he never saw any logic behind cigarettes, and that's why he hated that he was hooked. Maybe not smoking inside the house will make him stop, since usually he was too lazy to even get up from bed and use the bathroom. Except when he was out being a gardener, or out at the gym. Those were the only times he actually put an effort into moving. Speaking of being a gardener...

No. He pushed Harry and his curls out of his mind. He wished he could push Harry off a cliff or something. Louis was always getting tangled in Harry curls- erm, thoughts. He was always getting tangled in thoughts of Harry and his curls, his body, his eyes, his voice. No. Louis couldn't think of Harry. It was a slummy thing to do, think of a boy that was about four years younger than him or however many. It was also slummy that Louis was thinking of him the way he was. He was thinking of getting his hands around his body, playing with his hair, pressing their lips together, undressing him, pleasing him in so many ways- no. That's wrong; in fact, that's illegal! Louis mentally punched himself in the groan. No no no no. He didn't know why he was so against liking Harry. He had liked underage boys before, he had even done stuff with one boy. Maybe it was wrong because it was Harry, his boss' son. Or maybe because Harry seemed so innocent and full of life, and Louis looked at himself as lifeless and a robot.

And Louis was definitely not an innocent person. Not in the least bit. As a child and teenager, he got into a lot of trouble and bothered everyone. When he was seventeen, he was even put in juvi for a few days because of sneaking out and getting wasted at an 21-or-older party he snuck into. When he turned eighteen, all of his friends went off to go colleges; Yale, Dartmouth, etc. Louis had just stayed in town, stayed in the UK and remained what he was, while all his friends went to America or France and studied the arts of went through medical training and probably made more money a month than Louis will ever see in his life.

So what was the big problem with liking this boy? Louis chose not to think about it, instead he went and sat at his computer. He surfed through website after website and actually forgot about Harry, but, around seven o'clock, his decision of not thinking about it was quickly pushed away as he logged into facebook and was introduced to a messaged from no one other than Harry Styles.

“Hey,” it read, “Thanks for the weed last night, the party was pretty chill. You should come over, I have some weed. And my parents are gone. This time I can smoke you out...?”

Louis smiled and replied, “yeah, but that weed you have was originally mine anyways :)”

“Is that a yes?” Harry answered almost automatically.

“Of course.” “Just give me a second to get cleaned up. I'm a wreck.”

“aha so am I! I went to a party last night! :D hurry up though, my parents are coming back in like five hours.”

“I'll be there within the hour.”

“Cool :)”

Louis sighed and turned off his computer. Of course he'd be there. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted Harry. Of course he wanted Harry, actually. The question was if Harry liked him too or just wanted to be friendly. Does Harry even like boys?, Louis wondered as he walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth and do his hair. Who cares? He invited me to his house. He couldn't help but smile the widest grin he had smiled for awhile.