Larry smut/one shots

whatever you like (Smut)

      His mother told him his charm was going to be the death of him and she worried. Harry didn't quite agree, he definitely thought it would be his making.(Harry works at a country club, Louis is a millionaire member of said country club. Harry wants in his boat and his apartment but also in his pants.)                                                                                                                                                                                  by,itiswhatitisbutterfly                                                                                                                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Working at a country club has its benefits.

Like a good wage, the occasional access to the pool or tennis courts, making friends in your fellow employees but most importantly the chance to share air with the wealthy inhabitants of your work place.

Harry Styles quickly learned the last one was the most important one, because while it was fun to ogle at wealthy men in the poolside bar, it was another level to catch them watching him back.

His mother told him his charm was going to be the death of him and she worried. Harry didn't quite agree, he definitely thought it would be his making.

The first time Harry met Louis Tomlinson he was serving him a drink oblivious to whom he was. He did a mental check list in his head, he had ordered one of the most expensive drinks on the menu and put it on his tab. Those were the two tell tale signs this man was important around here. But he was also wearing a Rolex and his blue eyes shone brightly against the reflection of the pool making him look deathly gorgeous, so young and so sun kissed.

Those were the two signs that he was perfect and Harry wanted in.

Louis Tomlinson watched him intently through hooded eyes as he idly chatted to the people around him and Harry poured his drink. Harry may or may not have bitten his lips a few extra times and pouted them out. He knew his best assets and he knew how to work them thank you very much.

It worked as well, Louis let his hand brush gently over Harry's as he was handed the drink and he returned Harry's advances with a wink. That was good but he needed more.

In the back room he crowed the pool boy Liam into a corner, he had been working here for a while longer than Harry. He seemed like he would know more and be willing to share it.

"Who is the guy at the bar? Tomlinson, " he say remembering the name he had given for the tab.

Liam arches his eyebrows but gives an answer, "Louis Tomlinson. He's a big name at some musician production company, I don't know I think this Uncle owns it or something he will probably inherit it one day. They make a lot though."

The name Tomlinson now seems familiar to Harry like he had heard it somewhere, probably around the club. Or on the back of a CD.

Harry tries to act coy but asks, "Is he married or what?"

Liam smirks, "No. He seems to like a good boy though if you know what I mean."

Harry's face lights up and Liam definitely notices, "That's just what I've heard around, I've never actually talked to him."

It's then that Harry mentally determines himself. Louis is the most perfect thing he has seen in forever and probably will ever see. He wants him and he wants all of him bad.

He scurries back out to the bar he left unattended. Louis is still there. Harry does his work and politely keeps an eye on Louis, just admiring his cheek bones and the cut of his torso. Normal things.