Adulthood.
The second Harry stepped in London University’s secretariat office to claim his timetables and the list of books he should buy along with the receipts proving that he had paid 25% of his tuition fees, he has crossed his way from Adolescence toward Adulthood. A world of responsibilities and burdens, where Money is worshipped and people with high statutes are fawned over. Harry knew it would be hard to leave home, the only thing left for him to look after but he had to go to college.
Study! work hard and everything will be fine, he almost hears him speaking.
Those paroles of encouragement always push him to do his best not to give up. They came from a modest village outside of Cheshire. His family was not too rich nor too poor; his mother earned enough to not let them starve or freeze. During high school, he was a smart guy, slightly shy but he usually let his cheeky side take over. He is very friendly. Proof: he is sharing a flat with four other people. Well, it was four, now there is only three left. When he is not studying, he works at Vioto’s; a music shop held by a Chinese immigrant. One of Harry favourite pastimes is music mixing. He is a wizard at music mash-up. Harry never considered DJing as a serious career, instead, he is studying Music engineering with his friend Niall.
Talking about Niall, Harry has heard his voice before he even reached the threshold of their flat.
“I won! You lost! I fuckin’ won! And you lost!” he cried, running around the living, hands waving the X-Box remote in the air.
“Hey Haz! I beat Zayn with a score 3-2!” he cheered, kissing Harry’s cheek.
Haz, Hazza was the nicknames that were given to Harry.
“So?” Harry sassily replied.
“We run a bet, the person who’s gonna lose, is going to pay the other person’s part of the rent!!” he wiggled his eyebrows until they knit his blond hairline.
Niall is a tall blonde guy with deep blue eyes. He was a year older than Harry but they are both seniors now. He is the holy happy spirit, the ray of sunshine in their dull moody lives.
Harry shrugged, pushing his toes out of his Nike trainers.
“I won! I won! I love Ireland!” he continued his little festivity.
Ah! Harry almost forgot! He is Irish. His patriotism is so… annoying.
Confused and annoyed Harry walked through the living room, ignoring the turned-on telly, then stopped in the kitchen, where he found Liam an apron covering his lower-half and two saucepans and frying pan in front of him on lightened stoves.
“It smells good!” Harry noticed out loud.
“Yeah! I makin’ pasta” Liam said, waving a wooden spatula.
Liam was a dark-haired with warm welcoming eyes. He is older than Harry and Niall, studying journalism. He is a MASSIVE clean freak, but thanks to him the flat doesn’t look like a jungle. Well, all the flat apart Niall’s room, who is kind of a rebel against Liam’s rules of order.
“Ooh hoo! I won! Ooh hoo!” Niall chanted bursting through the kitchen.
“Shut up, Niall!” Zayn shouted.
“Ohow! Little Zayny is a sore loser!” he fonds
The other boy just scoffed while the blonde reached for a beer. Zayn was the oldest. His raven hair and big brows claiming his Arab roots. He was studying English Literature to get a degree and become a teacher. Well, it was what his mother had planned for him since he could not figure out his proper future.
When dinner was ready, they all sat around the tiny dinner table. ‘Out of Our Heads’ by Take That was blaring through Liam’s speakers.
The only thing in common with all four boys was their fascination for music. Their tastes were similar.
“Thanks for cooking dinner, Lima!” they all thank at the same time.
The windows were open and we could still hear traffic noise of London city. Harry was tired but he couldn’t sleep after a bottle of beer, so he offered to do the dishes, and of course so they could leave Zayn in the company of Liam. Harry and Niall always suspected that something was between them until they asked them once. Surely, both Liam and Zayn denied but their flustered and horrified expressions told otherwise. Since then, Niall and Harry made their number one priority mission was to show them what is going on behind the scenes. They even have a name for the ship: ‘Ziam’
He washed while Niall was doing the drying and of course he wouldn’t stop rambling’ he was currently talking about some concert on the O2 Arena.
“I know”
“Well, that’s great!” Niall exclaimed. “But you don’t look too excited about it… what is wrong with ma Hazza?” he asked pouting.
“You’re Hazza” Harry started saying with a whiny tone “needs seriously to get laid”
Smiling lightly at the face his flatmate was pulling, Niall responded:
“Want to go to the club?”
Harry considered his suggestion for a moment but shook his head.
“Still have some assignment to do” he pouted.
“I think we are done here,” Niall said looking around the kitchen island. “Goodnight everyone”
“Night ’Night”
His room was not as messier as Niall and Zayn’s but was not as tidied as Liam’s. Few clothes were scattered on the floor after his morning rush. The walls were painted in a creamy colour but were covered by posters. His small wooden desk is threatening to collapse because of the weight of the many books it was carrying. A small closet was situated next to the door.
Harry almost tripped on a large book.
Who would leave a bloody book right in the doorway? He thought while holding his swollen toe. Oh! He was the one who put it there but why?
Oh! Yeah! To remember something…he thought again.
He always keeps something out of its place to remind himself later of it, it was a great idea.
Oh! He needs to finish Mrs Bowles assignment! Shit
He grabbed his cheap laptop and sat on his made bed to finish his assignment. A half an hour later, he hit send and exited the mails window, turning off the laptop calling it a night.
College.
College Park was Harry’s most favourite spot in London University. Most students would agree that the monuments all around the building are amazingly captivating but Harry does not have the same opinion. It was the greenest place of Bloomsbury, a part of Russel square gardens, and the quietest of course. Everything in his life was quiet and he doesn’t mind that. The first time he moved to London, he could not put up with the claustrophobic attacks he suffered from, due to the constant busy city.
A breeze of air swept some strands of his brunette hair. His hair is growing taller; he needs a haircut. The weather is always cold in London and a sunny day worth gold in here. few leaves were falling from different trees. Harry always loved the last season of the year which is Fall. It is always a sign for a new beginning.
When the weather got chillier, it was a cue for him to leave. Walking past the British Museum, he came across many groups of tourists, strafing the place with their camera’s. Clutching his backpack shoulder straps, he got down to the underground station. Swiping his card on the ticket machine, he got into one of the compartments and sat down, plugging his earphones in.
He still got plenty of time to kill before his shift starts, so he decided he would stop to do some clothes shopping. Shopping for Harry meant two things: whether he is stopping at different well-known brands where he could only look and not buy or check the cheap shops. Today, he decided he would go for option number one.
Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Hugo Boss, Channel, Dior, Yves Saint Lauren… Gucci!
It was his second favourite spot in London. The shop was screaming Luxuriousness; the suits displayed in the showcase were enough to make Harry feel like an intruder. Gone were the simple dull coloured suit, instead were tight ones with flashy colours and designs on them. He recognises he would look completely ridiculous in those, as each man would. He wonders if Gucci acknowledges that, and if yes who do wear those kinds of garments. As he was about to continue walking, something caught his eyes. In the middle of the shop, a large human size wax figure was wearing a black shirt. He got into the expensive place, greeted by one of the shop assistants. The woman herself looked expensive, in her pencil skirt, shinning high-heels and uniform. She fake-smiled at him and nodded telling him she would be here if he needed anything, not forgetting to judge the white shirt and tight skinny jeans he was wearing. He strode toward one of the rows where he has spotted minutes ago the black shirt. The fabric of the clothing was shining see-through material with gold cuffs buttons. Again, it looked expensive as each other product and to prove that he reached to have a look at the tag.
5,000 £ … that would buy him like 150 T-shirt from Zara Men. But he fell in love with the blouse. His fingertips touched slowly the fabric, fearing to tear it up.
Reaching for his phone, he took a quick picture not bothering to attract enough attention then he left. As much as he hated it, he always attracts attention, mainly because of his body. Most people would describe him as Hot, with capital ‘h’ because he was. He learned to put up with that too after he moved here. He didn’t notice that one of the shoppers was eating him with his eyes.
Vioto’s is the music shop where Harry works as a shop assistant before he could get a paid internship. He entered the store from the staff door, got changed into his uniform and was greeted by the crowdy shop.
“Hey!” he called out Niall who was working there too. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked confused.
The blonde boy who was pressing his digits on the touch screen in front him made a grimace and pointed toward the commercial television screens.
Tommo’s Record and Dolby Digital presents, for the first time the first album of Black Wolves.
Black Wolves was a new band formed by four British girls after they won on a famous musical talent show. They just started recording their first original tracks lately and Harry knew they will be selling their albums soon… but not too soon. He sighed at the very long queue that was formed. He diverted his way toward the cashiers and took Finn’s spot.
“Anyway, where is Finn? Isn’t he supposed to be currently working?” Harry asked as he put the sign on the open side.
“I don’t know’, he is probably dicking around” Niall responded
Harry greeted his first customer and took their product. He scanned the QR Code, stuffed their credit card into the machine, waited for the receipt to be printed, put the products in a bag then finally gave all of it back to the person.
The same action was repeated until the clock turned to ten p.m.; closing time.
“Thank god… I wouldn’t have lasted if you weren’t here’!” Niall said in a tired voice. “Thanks, mate” he thanked nudging the other boy’s side.
“Any time!”
They walked back together to the flat.
“Have you seen how good it was? Like it was mixed pretty well but she still said no. I hoped this time at least she will listen to the whole track…” Niall was currently telling him about one of their assignments.
Harry liked how Niall is talking about Music with such a passion, he would go through long writing sessions for hours and wouldn’t stop to have a bathroom break or something. He also had a great voice. His Irish accent was lighter and easier to spot when he talks. His blue eyes are shiny and always curious. He also has this contagious laugh that as much as Harry tried to not laugh, he fails. When Niall laughs, his nose would scrunch up and the corner of his eye crinkles. He was cute… Oh! Shut up, Harry! It’s your friend! Harry mentally shook his head.
“Yeah … I will try to mix it with one of the classics.”
“What you suggest?”
“I don’t know… something from the Who… maybe she’d like it. I could recreate the background sounds”
“Yeah… but you know a stuck-up bitch as that teacher would never actually like something” he joked
“At least she would be ‘satisfied’.” He shrugged, smiling.
“I am saving money for a new MIDI Pad because the Aux plug of mine snatched yesterday,” Niall said
“Actually… I think Amazon had them half-price lately. I got a notification on my account about a week ago. You could use mine though” he shrugged, pushing the front door open.
“Thanks, mate”
They caught a lift to the third floor. When they opened the door, Harry’ jaw dropped to the floor when he is greeted with a half-naked Liam who has just had a shower and was walking out of their bathroom.
“Hey, Mates”
His voice snapped Harry out of his stupid gawking.
Bad Harry!
“Harry! Zayn! There is some mail for you” Niall called as he got rid of his shoes.
Harry turned around to take the envelopes from his hands. A postcard from his older sister and a letter from the school, which was a reminder that he still has got 50% of his scholarship fees to pay. Thank god, they do not have a deadline or some sort of that. His monthly paying was at Vioto’s not enough, but what could he do. He cannot ask his parents because he is an adult now and needs to put up with responsibility whatever it takes. Sighing loudly, he tossed the papers on the table.
Surprisingly and for the first time, Zayn is preparing dinner. Usually, they would call for a pizza or any other junk food, with Liam cooking eventually.
“Zayn!?!?... What are ya doin’?” he dumbly asked, eyes wide open.
“Vas happening boys!” he cheered in his thick English accent.
“I think I am dreaming. Niall, pinch me, please” he laughed
Niall happily executed.
“Oww! It was a metaphor you, dickhead!” Harry glared at him while stroking the swollen red skin.
“Anyway, how come Zayn is standing in front of the stoves with an apron, cooking… what are you cooking?” Niall asked, looking over his shoulder.
Harry’s gaze in the other hand, followed what Niall said to stare at Zayn’s waist. His olive tanned skin hugged his bones flatly as his v-line was… Ziam, remember! His conscience reprimanded him. His hands came to hide his red tomato face while he sighed in exasperation.
He knew he was a little be gay. Truth to be told, he is comfortable having sexual relations with both genders. If Zayn was not meant to be with Liam, he would already hump him like a rabbit. Smiling at the thought, he sat down and joined his mates.
“I am cooking … uh!” he cried when he burned his fingertip “Chicken and Risotto”
“Let me help you with serving that” Harry volunteered.
“Thanks, mate, you’re my hero!” he kissed his cheek.
When dinner was ready, they all sat around like usual, with 2’Chanz blaring through the speakers. Zayn was all nervous and Harry could not understand why. A ding was heard from Harry’s phone and as he looked at his home screen, everything made sense.
He remembered one of the long conversations with Niall the day before yesterday. Liam was innocently sipping his beer and took a forkful of risotto. Niall looked at Harry and the curly head shrugged.
“It’s today” Harry mouthed.
Niall winked at him and dig into his risotto. Harry seized a hesitant spoonful and shoved it in his mouth.
“OH MY…What is this Zayn!!!” he cried at the taste in his mouth while Niall was hurrying to grab his can and gulping the content to help to down the food.
“Everything is good…” Liam started
“How Could IT BE, JEEZ” Harry cuts him off.
“Yeah, have you burnt your tongue of something!” Niall alleged sarcastically
“Jeez, he just forgot to add salt… honestly Zayn, it is good” Liam scowled at them.
Zayn was all a blushing mess.
“I'm sorry guys...” he apologized
“It is nothing Z. At least you’ve done something” he was still glaring at them.
Harry and Niall’s facial expression was the same; one eyebrow up with a wide grin. Suspicious
“What’s wrong Lima Bean?” Niall wiggled his brows, suspicious.
“You were being rude” he blushed.
Ziam shippers couldn’t help but burst in a fit of laughter. Zayn got up and brought a cake from the fridge.
“Happy Birthday to you” they started chanting. The look on Liam’s face was priceless.
“Happy birthday, dear Lima. Happy Birthday to you”
When the candles were blown and presents were given, it was time to cut the cake.
“What have you forgot this time Zayn?” Harry asked, motioning toward the cake.
Zayn glared at him “I bought it from the bakery”
“Hey since today is Friday and most of you are not working tomorrow” Liam starts “Let’s Go CLUBBING!” he exclaimed.
“Now, my friend you are being Liam” Niall teased him.
WN was the closest strip-club in the area. It didn’t offer luxurious strippers or beverage but warm alcohol spiked cola and cheap liquors. It was enough to get wasted and the line doesn’t get too long.
The four friends knew the son of the owner- thanks to Niall and his endless rambling with people- so they usually get one of the VIP booths if there is one free.
Within ten minutes, four shots were aligned in front of them and they downed them in a shorter amount of time. Drink after Drink, Zayn and Liam were drunk enough to go dancing together. Niall was busy, with a ginger-haired girl on his lap. Harry was still sober, sipping lightly from his Cosmopolitan and scanning the room. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, moving to the rhythms that were booming from the speakers or practically dry humping.
Harry was looking forward to a nightstand. A casual fuck was enough for him.
Let see… what are you in the mood for Harry tonight?
He was hoping today that he would go for the opposite gender tonight.
Oh, look who’s there! He thought as he saw the ‘best friend’ of their ex-flatmate, Vivienne. Vivienne was a long story. She rented the room next to Harry when they first moved in. He was familiar with the whole flirting from her and he would just turn down every offer of christening his new bed because he knew that the minute it happens, he going to pretend as if nothing happens but she would want more and try to drag into a relationship. He never knew she was that crazy about him until one day she threatened him that she would cut herself and pressed charges against him for abuse if he did not was her ‘first time’. So, he did, not wanting to get into trouble but made her promise that she would forget about it. The experience was not that exciting, it was all routine but she was captivated. She falls for him so bad, that when she begged for more, he randomly told her that he was gay to get her off his back. Since then she moved out, still regretting the fact that she lost her virginity for a homosexual.
Another Cosmos and two vodka shots and Drunk Harry are here. In his current state of drunkenness, he was a typical Fuckboy.
“Hey!” he said in his unusual thick accent. A bleach blonde noticed him, waving shyly at him. She was wearing a small piece of clothing that was close to a bra and a too short mini-skirt. Her face was painted with a lot of cosmetic product. Shaking his head, he stood up and dragged himself across the room.
“Hey doll!” he called out before plopping on the barstool next to her. Immediately, she kicked her endless legs on his lap.
“Are you interested in joining me somewhere so we could get to the part when I tear those close off” he drunkenly stated.
She giggled like a middle-school girl before he reached out for her hand. The journey to the flat was long since they were practically made out and walking at the same times. A five minutes’ walk turned to twenty but they finally have gotten to their destination.
“Let’s the real fun began” he smirked as she tore the ridiculous piece of clothing. Liam was against having sex in their living room but he never mentioned anything about their rooms.
Harry sat the girl in the middle of his bed and got rid of his shirt. He disappeared for a couple of minutes to bring a can of beer. He opens it.
As it was mentioned earlier; Drunk Harry is a very confident and kinky bastard. The doll he brought home was silently gawking at him as if he is Aphrodite or some Sex God.
He finished his beer first before plopping next to her laying on the bed.
“Sugar, you see that!” he slowly pointed toward his crotch.
She nodded frantically.
Harry smiled at her enthusiasm. Let’s say he has a very long tiring day and was ready for special treatment.
“Mister down there is Still Sleeping” he pouted “Wake him up for me!” he said in a childish spoiled voice. “If you get me hard within 5 minutes, we’ll date.”
Her eyes sparkled as I glanced toward the clock hung on the wall.
“Ready…Steady…Go!”
She quickly got rid of his Jeans and Boxers. She kissed his lips chastely then leaned down until she was face-to-face with Harry’s groin. She shot him an impressed look. They always do and he is aware of that because you don’t get to meet males with huge cocks every day. Shyly, her lips kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing up. Wrapping her pretty lips around the shaft, licking a broad strip from the base. She took him as deep as she could pumping the other half, with her hands.
Harry threw his head back a moan escaping him.
“Time is up” he murmured.
He hurriedly switched their position “You failed baby” he said, bottom lip quivering a bit. “Now it is my turn”
Harry was much more into BDSM but he could not get involved in such kind of sexual activities unless he gets more intimate with his partner. Vanilla is good from time to time.
Slipping a swift hand in her panties, he gasped.
“You are so …Wet!”
Aligning himself, he penetrated her, earn a trail of curses. She hissed at the skin-to-skin contact.
“…You like that…huh… that pretty pussy is rented for the night! …You take my cock so good…” Harry admits that he sucks at dirty-talking but he could not help it.
The girl beneath him was screaming in pure bliss, her toes curling up as she comes without any warning. As soon as she was finished, he pulled out, releasing on her flat stomach.
Panting, he laid to the side.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked when she has finally caught her breath.
He pointed sloppily toward the door. Half an hour later, she was gone and he was fast asleep.
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Noise.
Almost everywhere Louis went, there was noise. He could still remember when he was younger, how their house was always full of people. He’d always return home from school after a long day and the first thing he’d spot is the twins; sitting next to each other as they “play” their favourite game, which consisted mostly of throwing stuffed animals from the open windows. Next, it was his mom who would usually be in the kitchen cooking dinner or washing laundry and constantly talking on the phone. She would kiss his forehead and pinch his cheeks, as if he was still nine and send him for a shower, again as if he was ten. She was used to be a living reminder, always looking after everyone, asking if their chores or homework are done. His father wouldn’t appear until late in the evening after a long day of work. His two other sisters would be as usual in their room, decorating one of his most beloved musical band’s posters in glitter and pink. He was used to his life being this ‘loud’, therefore when he moved out to go to college, finally bidding farewells with his beloved home town Doncaster, he felt the need to find the same environment.
A few years later, with his degree in business, he discovered the music industry. Tommo Records was known all over the world. Louis himself could not believe how much achievement has he reached an early age, but he was alright with it if he could look after his family.
Being the youngest successful businessman comes with its side-effects, as he likes to call them. Money, for example, made most of the women Louis has known after Tommo Records throw themselves to him. He was glad he has met Eleonore; he guesses.
Eleonore was Louis two years girlfriend. Pretty woman, tall with brunette hair much like his, brown warm eyes and a welcoming aura. She has a great personality… I guess that is it. Oh! I almost forgot; she goes to college, studying Fashion Design, which means she is six years younger than Louis.
Sitting on the living room’s canopy, Louis was watching a football match. Eleonore was beside him studying and rambling about something. They lived in a simple flat in the most buzzing part of London, which makes senses.
“Louis! Louis! Are you even listening to me?” he heard her.
“Sorry darling, I wasn’t paying attention. What did you say again?” he asked confused.
“So, there is this concert I am dying to go to and maybe… maybe we could go together” Eleonore suggested.
“Which concert are you talking about?”
“5 SOS” she shrugged
“The Australian guys?”
“Yup,” she said, drinking the last gulp of the Kale and Avocado milkshake that was sitting next to her.
He always wondered why girls liked to drink that kind of stuff. It is almost undrinkable. Oh, to lose weight!
“Okay” he shrugged “Sugar, it is bedtime”
“Nah, I have more things to do… I may stay up a bit”
“Okay. Night’ Night” he kissed her forehead, knowing that it was only a pathetic excuse.
Even if Louis has control over his own life, his sexual life does not submit to the rest. Louis and El met two years ago in a pub. She was drunk, he was drunk. Next day they found themselves in her dorm room. Typical Louis. They decided they’d be more than a simple hook-up. During the four first months, the sex was amazing. They were on it like rabbits, but it slowly started to sink down. Now he feels like a middle-aged man after twenty years of marriage. He guessed that Eleonore wasn’t good enough as he thought when they first man. Having sex twice a month and eventual blowjobs would be given if Louis took her shopping. They must make a fucking law about that. Maybe if he takes her to that concert, she would give him something.
Sighing, he laid on his king-sized bed. He knew that somewhere that night there was a couple of wasted teenagers, shagging like there is no tomorrow while they don’t even know each other’s names. And that person was Louis at a certain period.
Well, this what life has got for him!
Louis has not realised how the Internet was such a great invention until he started typing his favourite website. At first, the annoying loading circle was spinning lazily after he logged in then the black background with the three wide letters written in a bold golden colour appeared. He signed up a monthly offer to get rid of the teasing notifications that always promised him exclusive sex-tapes.
Scrolling down the Recommendation Videos, he found the G. Section, which consisted of homosexual sex-tapes. Shrugging, he scrolled down like the sex-starved man he is.