KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

AT THE CLUB

When they arrive at the club, Jeremy stops directly in front of the VIP entrance where the paparazzi are already waiting, as usual. Rob opens the door for Harry and Louis so that they can get out of the car. The flashes are so bright this time that Louis feels blind almost all the way to the door. He can barely see where he should walk. Suddenly, Louis feels Harry's hand on his waist, guiding him toward the entrance. "Thank you," Louis tells him after they are inside. "I couldn't see anything."

Harry gives him a warm smile. "You're welcome." Rob talks to a guy with a headset who leads them to the VIP booths that are located in the back of the club. "Gentlemen, that's one of our most booked booths here. If you pull that curtain, you can cover it all if you want this place to be a little cosier and more private. Also, people can only see you when you're standing in this area here or close to the railing." The guy gestures to the space next to Rob. "Behind this glow-in-the-dark line here on the floor, you're practically invisible for the people on the dancefloor. If you need something, just press this button here and your private waitress is going to get you everything you want."

Harry nods. "Thank you very much."

The guy gives Harry a smile. "You're welcome, Mr. Styles, Mr. Tomlinson." He nods and leaves.

Louis turns toward Rob. "Are you going to be our babysitter today?" he asks playfully what makes Rob laugh out loudly.

He pats Louis' shoulder. "Only if you want me to. If you don't mind, I would like to sit down at the bar over there. I think I've seen George, a security guard I had worked with before I became your babysitter." He laughs and the boys too.

"Go and have a nice time," Louis says, "we'll be fine over here and I promise we'll call if we need you."

Rob nods. "Sounds like a plan. Good luck with the job."

"He's so cool," Harry says as he watches him walking away. Then he turns toward Louis. "Come on, let's order some drinks."

When the drinks arrive, Harry and Louis lean onto the balustrade, watching the partying crowd. "I love that music," Louis tells Harry, "The beat is cool."

Harry leans over to him so that his arm touches Louis'. "Isn't this a nice job? We're just standing here with cocktails in our hands, enjoying the music and watching people having a good time."

"You're right, it might be worse. Look at that group of girls over there, they want your attention, I think."

"Where?"

"Over there, next to the bar downstairs. They're waving."

"I'm sure they want your attention, not mine."

"Maybe they want our attention." Louis laughs. "Oh fuck, one of them pushes her boobs up."

"Nice, nice," Harry grins, not looking away. He waves at them, then he turns toward Louis. "What do you think, should we give them something to watch?"

Louis almost forgot about the stunt itself. All of a sudden, he gets nervous again. He just nods as he looks into Harry's eyes. Harry bends down a little bit and gives Louis a small kiss onto his lips. Louis moves his lips gently against Harry's before he pulls back.

"You taste like coconut and vanilla," Harry says into Louis' ear. "Can I taste that again?"

"Now?"

Harry chuckles. "Yeah."

"Are they watching?"

"Sure. Kiss me."

Louis doesn't think. He just leans in and moves his lips and tongue automatically against Harry's again. "That's crazy," he smiles against Harry's lips and earns an extra small kiss onto his temple.

"The girls are probably thinking the same." Harry chuckles.

"I would have never thought that job could actually be that fun."

"I'm glad that it's not a burden for you anymore."

"Me too."

"Should we sit down in the back? I think whoever wanted could take enough pictures."

"Do you think so?"

Harry laughs. "Yeah! I'm sure that we could see them online now and for sure in a few hours." He turns around and walks toward the cosy sitting area that contains a round, velvety, lilac sofa and a table in the middle. "We can do it again later but for now it's enough, I think." Harry closes one curtain so that they're kind of hidden but still not completely isolated. The booth somehow mutes the music and it's easier to understand one another.

"What do you think about ordering some food? I'm hungry," Louis says.

"Sure." Harry takes the menu and opens it. Louis scoots closer to have a look too. The club offers sandwiches, burgers, salads and some sides like fries or vegetables. Harry orders a salmon sandwich and a small salad and Louis a cheeseburger, fries and a small salad too, plus drinks.

"Do you feel weird when we kiss?" Louis suddenly asks.

Harry chews his bite, then he gives Louis a smile and shakes his head. "No, not at all. I thought it would feel like movie kisses."

"How do you know how a movie kiss feels like?"

"I played a supporting role in a movie two years ago and I had to kiss. It felt like work. There wasn't any emotion attached to it and it really felt fake, it's hard to explain. There were people around us all the time and there was always someone telling us what and how to do it." Harry pauses. "With you, it feels different." Louis wants to ask Harry what exactly the difference is but he doesn't dare to. Harry gives him a smile. "And now you want to know what's different when we kiss, am I right?"

Louis flushes but luckily, it's quite dark in the club. How does he know? "Well . . . yeah."

"Maybe I should ask you first since you were the one who wasn't okay with practising and kissing at first."

Louis takes a bite of his burger before he answers. "I don't feel it's as weird as I thought it would be."

Harry half-laughs. "That sounds as if it was still torture for you."

"No, no . . . well I . . . I think I like kissing you. I was so scared at first but tonight, it was quite easy in public and . . . it felt natural." Louis flushes even more. "Oh God, that sounds weird."

"It's because we like each other, that makes it easier."

"Maybe so." Louis and Harry continue eating for a while. "How is your sandwich?" Louis asks.

"Would you like to try?"

"Yeah, it looks delicious. Do you want to taste my burger, too?"

"Oh yes, I'd like to try it."

Louis cuts a piece of his burger and puts it onto Harry's plate. In return, Harry gives Louis a piece of his sandwich.

"Oh, it's really good," Louis says with his mouth full. "It looks so healthy but tastes delicious."

"Well, just because something is healthy it doesn't mean it won't taste good. You should really forget about those stereotypes, Lou."

"Yeah, yeah."

When they have finished eating, Harry and Louis go to the railing again, dance a little and watch the crowd. "What do you think, should we leave in a few?" Harry asks Louis after a while. "I'm a little tired."

"That's okay. I'll tell Rob and pay for the food."

Harry nods. "Fine."