Partition (Larry Stylinson Smut)

Chapter 1

Hey guys. This is my first fan fiction and smut, so take it easy on me. I love Larry so this is going to be really cool. And yes, this fic is inspired by 'Partition' by Beyoncé, so if you haven't listened to it, you should.

This story is not ment to offend anyone or sexualize Harry and Louis, this is purely fiction.

I would also like to say that this story isn't intended to have a top and bottom, it just is what it is and they both give and recieve. I suggest that you wear a seatbelt (pun intended) because when I tell you this is juicy, IT IS JUICY. Please leave lots of comments because I'd love to engage with you guys, and vote, I'd really appreciate the support.

Alright, let's get on with it, BABY!
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Louis P.O.V.

My good sleep is expected from the good handful of money spent on this hotel room. The room is dark, how I like it to be. The thought of my occupation for today damages my fantasy of staying in these soft sheets and heavy duvet for a few more hours. Sleeping in the day is really not my thing, but it needed to be done for this premiere I don't fucking care about.

In an hour, I'll be bombarded by the crew to do my hair, makeup, outfit, and photos to fake being excited for the event. The upside is that I get to go in the limo by myself. A lazy smirk grows on my face, because I won't be stuck with my assistant and crew telling me to be polite and not reveal too much information on my current projects to the press. I already know to behave, but it makes sense for them to tell me every time- I have a tendency to not give a fuck.

They've organized one of the fancy limousines. The ones with extra dark windows to hide the lube, condoms, and cocaine from the outside world. Those are the limozines serving the perfect backsplash for the photos of celebs that left the vehicle with messy hair and faded lipstick. Apparently, the lube and condoms are provided in glass bowls near the champagne. I've overheard young celebrities whispering about it.

The whole 'banging' and 'snorting' in the limo thing seems like something only desperate and trashy people would do. Like, why not wait till after the event? Or not do it at all?

I throw the devouring duvet off myself and quickly swing my upper body forward to avoid the majestic mattress pulling me back into bliss. I sit at the end of the bed and stare at the floor for a few seconds before yawning and walking to the window. I draw back the curtain with one forceful flick, only to be blinded by the brightness of daylight. It wasn't even that bright outside since it was 4pm, but still a big difference from the lack of light in the room before.

The sudden harsh exposure makes my eyes squint and eyebrows angrily furrow. When my face relaxes, I find myself staring through the window at who-knows-what. I just stand there with my arms crossed, dreading the questions I'll be asked by interviewers later.

I make my way over to the shower to enjoy my last moments alone for the day. My invitation for comfort is recieved when my hand brushes the warm water. My eyelids drop as soon as the water trickles over the front part of my body. I lean my head forward and let the the water crawl from my head and run down my face. "Why do I have to do this?" I whisper to myself.

I release an over-dramatic groan when I finished my shower. I don't know how long I've been in there, but everyone is coming in about 15 minutes. It was too comfortable. After drying off, I moisturize my body and put on the hotel robe. In a few short minutes, the crew arrives. Great

Everyone rushes in and immediately starts setting up. I can barely pay attention to what one person is saying to me while another asks my preference on which cufflinks to wear. Am I even wearing cufflinks tonight? I don't know. And why does it matter? They both look almost identical.

After getting my hair and makeup done, I had to get my fit on. I went for an all black, sharp outfit- black shirt, black jeans, black shoes, and a black blazer. All slim fit to show my figure.

Now I had to pose for pictures. Once Matt got the photo, it was posted to my Instagram saying that I was looking forward to tonight's premiere. Lies.

Matt announces that we'll be going down to the lobby shortly. I say goodbye to the crew and excuse myself to go to the bathroom for some alone time.

Turning around the door, I make sure to lock it. A long sigh escapes my socially exhausted body as I lean against the porcelain countertop. My head hangs before I slowly bring it up to look at myself. "Let's just get this over with." I whisper to myself while gently running my hands through my intentionally messy styled hair.

I make my way out of the bathroom after a deep breath. "We're going down now to wait for your limo." Matt says. 'My limo', I like the sound of that. The solo limo trip is definitely the best part of this whole situation.

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