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(A/N: Sup Wattpad, I'm just going for it now. Just. Yo. This is my story idea. I came up with it. I hope you like it. Partly based off The A Team by Ed Sheeran. Dear god I love that man. Also dedicated to my favorite author on Wattpad, love you babe<3 Enjoy. -M)

"230, 240, and 250." The man counted the papers into Louis's hand almost reluctantly, as if Louis's service wasn't worth the money. It was. "Are you uh, are you busy tomorrow night, same time?" He asked, scratching at the stubble on his chin.

"Am." Louis hummed as he pocketed the money and shrugged his coat on. "Day after tomorrow, I'm free. Otherwise it's a no-go." He said plainly, more interested in the money he'd just earned and less on the man in front of him.

The man's face contorted and he frowned. "Sunday?"

Louis scoffed and pushed a strand of caramel hair out of his eyes. "Do you honestly think that someone like me would be going to church on Sundays?" He shook his head slightly, whispering "No."

Louis slipped his business card in the older man's hand and dropped the eye contact, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "If you change your mind, give me a call." He said on his way out the door.

The minute he did, he was dialing his mum's number and riding the elevator down to the parking garage.

"Was just wondering how you're doing, give me a call when you wake up," He paused to unlock his shameful maroon car- even he didn't know what kind it was. "Love you mum, bye."

He sighed as he hung up and fell asleep that night with a glass of red wine, painkillers, and Twinkies because he didn't want to care anymore.

He left his mother another message before he was driving to The Ritz and knocking on door 220.

He hated doing this.

There was a pause before the door swung open and a fairly well-dressed young man stood in front of him, eyebrows raised in anticipation of how the whole thing worked out. Louis knew how to size people up, and he did just that, but found that this wasn't the average 40-year-old pedophile, this man was probably in his mid-twenties, gorgeous build, and dark chestnut hair that seemed to defy gravity. Louis didin't notice his eyes (dark greens with a hint of hazel). He never noticed their eyes.

"Styles, if I'm correct." Louis leaned against the doorframe and tried to keep his cool, when every part of him was telling him to leave and never come back here.

"What do you do if you aren't correct?" The other one smiled with a hand on the door.

"I leave," Louis paused. "You wouldn't get me, and I wouldn't get money."

"Or me."

"And you are?" Louis gestured for him to continue.

"You were right, it's Styles." He smirked and let Louis into the practically empty hotel room. "But you can call me Harry."

Louis surveyed it for a split second and came to a conclusion. "You rented a hotel room just for this?"

"My flatmate doesn't exactly like visitors." Harry watched as Louis slipped out of his coat and set his bag beside it, sitting on the neatly folded sheets of the hotel bed. "I'm sure you'd understand."

"That what, you're filthy rich?" Louis let out a small laugh.

"I guess you could say money isn't an issue for me." The older man undid his short-sleeved button-down. "What about you, someone as pretty as you shouldn't be doing something like this."

"You're one to talk." Louis scoffed.

Harry smiled to himself and sat facing Louis. "So how does this work, is there a particular routine you go by?"

Louis shook his head slightly, thinking if he did have a routine. "Most guys just know what to do."

"Yeah well I don't." Harry said slowly, smiling like a child. "What's the deal here, do you just really like dick, or is there a purpose?"

"Of course there's a purpose." Louis breathed. "Too lazy to get a degree, too uneducated to get an actual job besides in the fast food market." He paused to look at the other man. "Now I get around 300 a night, give or take." He smiled bitterly. "Living the life."

"Such a downer, how are you still in business?" Harry teased, pushing Louis down on the hotel bed and hovering over him. "Guess it's just your charm."

Louis's eyes widened at that and he raised an eyebrow. "You're really something, aren't you Styles?" He breathed.

Harry chuckled and leaned down, but Louis quickly stopped him and gave him a look. "You can kiss me anywhere but the lips, that's my only rule." He said firmly.

"Fine." Harry whispered, moving down to mouth over the hollow of Louis's neck.

"Why in hell are you doing this?" Louis shuddered.

Harry thought about it for a second, furrowing his eyebrows at Louis. "I guess I like trying new things?"

Louis laughed at that and shook his head- he couldn't believe this guy. "People don't just try prostitutes." He hated calling himself that, but it was true.

"Then how do they start?" Harry smiled.

If he was being honest, Louis never had someone like Harry. Someone who was so effortlessly gentle and kind, and actually not a creepy old guy. Throughout the whole session, Louis couldn't figure out why he'd be doing this, why would someone as beautiful and filthy rich like him would ever hire a prostitute?

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Harry buttoned his jeans and combed his fingers through his curls, looking in the mirror by the counter.

"Nothing, as far as I know." Louis lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, then laughing quietly to himself. "Apparently no one wants to meet up on the day of the Lord."

Harry smiled as he turned around and leaned against the counter behind him. "I'd be up for it."

Louis raised an eyebrow at Harry. "What time is it?"

Harry pulled out his iPhone 5s and checked the time on it. "Half past midnight," He paused to add "You want to stay here for the night?"

Louis's stomach turned and he shook his head, sitting up on the bed. "No, I uh, you should get back to your flatmate." He pulled out his 4th gen iPhone and did some math on it. "That's adding up to 350, but I can drop it to 300 since you're so nice."

Harry chuckled and slid his wallet from the pocket of his jeans. "I'll give you 450 if you stay here for tonight, it's too cold outside to leave."

"I- No, I shouldn't, Harry." Louis stood, gathering his coat and bag. "I'll be fine." He said quietly, eyes weary and throat dry.

Harry pulled out the money and neared the smaller lad. "You're too pretty to do this, Lou." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Look, I can give you 450 a night to do absolutely nothing, I'll pay you by the hour to go see a film with me, or I mean, I'll pay every night for you to keep coming back-"

Louis placed his business card in Harry's hand in place of the money, standing on his toes and wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry didn't get the hint that Louis was trying to be mysterious and smooth, so he returned the gesture and hugged Louis around his slim waist, smiling as the younger lad squirmed in his grasp. Harry finally released him and smiled as Louis pouted and crossed his arms.

Harry draped Louis's coat over his shoulders and looked down at him. "Be careful, yeah?" Louis nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, same place and time."

Louis took his bag and left Harry to flop down on the messy bed and grin at the ceiling.

(A/N: So I went to the doctor today because I'm sick as hell and my arms hurt for whatever reason, and guess what guys? I'm depressed, surprise surprise. Does that give me an excuse to not do any schoolwork? -M)