Flesh (Larry smut)

Chapter 2

Two days pass before I finally decide to text the 'mysterious' caller back.

Are you sure you've gotten the right number?

-H

Only a few minutes after I've sent the mesage, I get another one in return.

Positive. You're Harry. But your dominantes refer to you as Harold mostly. Why? I dont know. But someone I used to be friends with told me about you once and thats how I've gotten your number. Trust me, I've gotten the right number.

-L

I sigh, completely unsure of who 'L' could be. I'm almost positive I've been with enough men to know anyone whose name might have started with an L.

I decide to send another text to whoever this person is.

Okay...erm. Alright. Anyway, what's your name and what do ya want?

-H

The text comes out harsher than intended, but I shrug it off.

The next message I recieve from the person says,

My name is Louis. I've come quite a ways from Doncaster and I plan on staying in Chesnire for quite a while. If you'd like to know any more information, meet me in front of Bo's Arcade..in half an hour which should be around...1:30. See you there, love.

-L

I don't bother responding after that, putting my phone down.

I head up to my room, debating with myself on the way as to if I really would want to meet up with a guy I don't even know.

What am I saying?! I fuck guys all the time that I've barley known for a full hour. So what could possibly happen to me if I decide to meet up with one other guy? Nothing. There's no harm in it.

I start digging through dressers, drawers, and my closet until I've found something that I, personally think is suitable for a place like Bo's Arcade. Black skinny jeans, along with a plain white tee-shirt along with a grey beanine. Doesn't one hundred precent all match, and especially with weird, misplaced curly locks sticking out, but I shrug it off. I don't know this guy, he doesn't know me much at least. So why should I have to dress up all fancy for him? I don't even know what he looks like..

I pull on some white converse, and then grab my car keys along with my phone before heading straight out the front door.

I start up the car, automatically pressing down on the gas and getting straight out of the driveway.

I look down at the clock on the screen in the car, only 1:20..looks like I'll be early.

I decide to keep my speed to a minimum, going as slow as the speed limit will allow, hoping I'll be late but all I earn myself is honking from other cars and almost getting in a car crash once or twice.

Once Bo's Arcade finally comes into sight, there are already a few cars parked around and blaring music coming from the inside. I pull my car over to the curb about a block or so away, getting out and slowly making my way over. I take my phone out, re-reading the last message to check where exactly in or at Bo's Arcade we were meeting.

In front.

I stop walking for a moment, scanning the entrance of Bo's Arcade and there are too many figures to pick out. But one in particular stands out.

He has black jeans, a black shirt which is covered with a blue and white Adidas jacket, he has nice brown hair which has been placed in a neat fringe. He hides behind a cigarette, his hand that holds the cigarette having blocked out most of his face, but I can see that he's holding a phone in his other hand.

My phone suddenly vibrates from my front pocket, so I take it out, opening the message.

I see you. Stop staring and come over. Now. And that's a command.

-L

I look up from my phone, seeing the man who had stood out to me most. He now has the cigarette placed between his lips, smoke seeping through, and his phone is now put up as his eyes are focused on me.

He takes the cigarette from his lips, blowing out a puff of smoke before grinning at me.

I keep myself collected as I shove my hands in my jean pockets. And I literally mean, shove.

The first thing that I notice about him once we're face to face are his blue eyes. They're hypnotizing. But not something I want to spend an hour talking about.

"Harry Styles. Just as I thought you'd be. Handsome but yet sexy." Louis says, fisting my shirt in his hands. I just stare down at his somewhat short frame. I'm pretty tall, and I'd consider myself a couple inches taller than him but not like a toddler to an adult height difference. Pretty level.

Louis scans his eyes over me, not bothering to try and hide any of it. "Nice...Nice." He notes to himself.

"Do you plan on telling me what you wanted?" I ask him, shifting my weight onto one of my feet to where it looks like I'm leaning.

He responds bluntly, "You. Your body. Sex. Pleasure. Everything."

I'm getting into this book myself, so I think i might be updating this one a lot more for a while. I don't know I just happen to think that the plot of it is going to be so much more interesting. But who knows, let's just wait and see.