Elegance.
Harry believes that elegance is a gift rarely given to human beings. The grace and attractiveness in his appearance and behaviours usually make a lot of people fall for him. Talking about Fashion, for example, Harry could wear the most ridiculous thing ever created and he would pull it off. Niall always told him that he was born to be a model. Looking through his closet, he threw three shirts out and some trousers.
“NIALL!” he called out.
The blonde appeared behind Harry’s door, his white button-up half-open.
“I need help! I cannot decide what should I wear” he said, rummaging through the stacks of clothing.
“It’s an internship interview, so you need to dress professional” Niall reasoned.
“What about …This ONE!” he exclaimed, pulling a grey sweater out.
“Never in a million years…That is nowhere near my sophisticated tastes” Harry sighed.
He laid on his bed exasperate, looking at the mess that was his closet.
“Haz, I know how you usually dress and believe me; I like it. But you have to give a good impression.” Niall scrunched up his nose. “you have to dress smart!” he advises
“You mean I have to dress boring… like Liam?!?!” Harry pulled a look of disgust.
“Humm... I am afraid, yes.” Niall said slightly pouting. “Unless you have something professional and sophisticated at once then you could wear that” he shrugged.
Harry gives him a puppy look. He remembered the Gucci suits on display and wishes he had enough money to buy one. Suddenly, an idea popped in Harry’s head.
“I think I have something like that. Wait” he started throwing stuff out of his closet until he found the item he was seeking.
“Ta-Da!!” He exclaimed, holding the piece of clothing up in the air with a triumphant expression.
It was a cream coloured silk shirt, simple but stylish.
“I think this may do the job, mate”
“Thanks, Ni. What are you going to wear?” Harry inquired, suspicious.
“This and some dress trousers” Niall responded, pointing toward the white button-up and his bare legs.
“Smarty…” Harry shrugged, turning to peel his pyjama top off.
Niall left, leaving him to change. Harry took his time to remove the black nail polish and to style his hair. His brownish curls were growing longer and he debated whether he should let it grow or cut it. One of the sensitive parts of his body was his hair, he enjoyed having it pulled while having sex. He may let it grow now that he considers it.
Wet-daydreaming, Harry strolled out of his room hunting his brown boots with two inches high-heels in his side of the footwear cupboard.
“We need to move our arses out coz we only have twenty-five minutes left!” Niall chided.
“Niall! You are dressed like you are going to some marriage ceremony! Are you serious?” Harry shook his head.
They signed up for this internship after Mr Paulini advised them, precisely Niall and Harry.
Mr Paulini was another tale. Mr Paulini is one of their lecturers at the Uni. Married middle-aged man, average height and very sex-starved. He used to gawk at all kind of girls until Harry entered the picture. He fell for him and that was the story of the first middle-aged blowjob Harry has ever given. Well, it is the cause of all the A+ he had in all his classes.
“Mr Paulini told us to bring our CV and stuff” Harry reminded him.
“Oh… yeah! almost forgot” he said turning on his heels.
Hugging the papers to his chest, they made their way toward the underground station.
“So, it is a paid internship which particularly means that we may say goodbye to good old man Vioto.” Harry chuckled
“I am gonna’ miss him,” he said, feigning grief.
They chuckled. They slid their card on the ticket machines and took the subway toward the centre of London.
“What are you doing?” Niall asked as Harry was scrolling down on his phone.
“Who is going to interview us?” Harry asked instead of answering.
“The director himself, Louis Tomlinson, apparently” Niall shrugged.
He was still trying to fix his hair, looking through one of the windows. The place was not as crowdy since it was only nine in the morning. Harry wasted no time in typing the guy’s name over most known social media and Wikipedia.
“Louis William Tomlinson. Age: 26. He is one of the youngest businessmen. He went to LBS; London Business School. Not married but has a girlfriend. And… he looks so hot!” Harry exclaimed, ogling at the picture on his phone.
Niall rolled his eyes. “Well, he is ‘Taken’, better keep your dick inside” He warned.
“It is my Casanova side” Harry joked wiggling his brows.
“It is a fact, actually cuz you ARE a Casanova.” The blonde mentioned.
“I saw you with that girl on Li’s birthday, so just don’t try to give me that sex ed stuffs” Harry stomped his foot like a ten years old spoiled brat.
“You are a twat!” Niall rolled his eyes again. He does this very often and Harry is afraid one day his eyeballs may get stuck forever.
“My point is that if you want this internship, stop dicking around. Plus, not everyone is willing to shag a naughty boy like yourself.”
Harry stuck his tongue out, childishly. Laughing loudly, they are startled by the voice that boomed through the speakers, announcing that they reached Buckingham station. They hurried out of the compartment. It was occasionally a sunny day and Harry is already regretting the fact that he is not out there sunbathing. He needed the money. He needed the money.
Their destination was one of the tall sky-scrapers in the city, next to the Aston Martin and Vauxhall buildings. Huge italic letters were forming the name of the company: Tommo’s Record.
Harry’s inside started twisting as soon as they stepped in the buzzy building, stress taking over.
Okay, Harry! you gonna be your usual charming self and everything will be alright. Even Mr Paulini said so.
“He only asked us to go to the interview because you sucked his dick!” Niall snickered.
Harry didn’t realise that he was talking loudly.
“Shut up! NI!!” he yowled “Wait… if I give him a lap dance, you think I may have a chance?” he asked credulously.
“He already’ gotta bird so I don’t think so!” he said in defeat. Niall held out his palms and clutched Harry’s shoulder “Be yourself! Stop your rambling! And everything will be alright!”
Breathing shakily, Harry puckered his lower lip, silently requesting a sign of comfort. Niall shook his head and held his friend closer. Niall was a good friend and Harry gotta be fucking grateful for that!
“Kiss?” Niall slapped him playfully and kissed his left cheek.
Ding. The elevator’s door slid open revealing a smiling pretty assistant.
“Good Morning, Mr?”
“I am Mr Horan and this suffering human being beside me is Mr Styles” Niall introduced as Harry was in the edge of puking.
“Welcome in Tommo Records. My name is Elda. I am Mr Tomlinson’s Personal Assistant. He will be ready to receive you in minutes. Please take a seat”
The younger boys thanked her, while Niall was gawking at her endless legs. Harry shuffled in his seat.
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Luxury.
Louis was seated in his comfortable leather chair, elbows on the giant Mahogany desk. Hundreds of folders were laid in front of him. He knew today was going to be a very long, long day since he is supposed to interview thirty-two people. Different folks from all over the kingdom came with their CV clutched in hands. Some of them were very stressed while others were way too confident.
Louis was not very fond of the fact that he will have ten college students messing around the building, so he made his mission to choose serious people. Only!
Tommo Records’ Staff was at its minimum. Not that Louis likes to fire people but because he doesn’t like to work in a crowdy office. Instead of having a whole team at the reception, he minimized that to a secretary and a personal assistant. The building has already got twenty-five studios, each one has its team management.
Elda knocked and entered.
“Mr Tomlinson, there are still two people waiting for you,” she told him.
“Bring me…” he started ruffling through the files in front of him “Mr Styles”
“Sure.” She responded.
The door is closed than was opened and closed once again. Louis was too absorbed in the reading of the papers that he didn’t notice the boy that has entered the office. He hears the clicking sound of heels on the wooden floor. His head snapped back only when a throat was cleared.
Blue eyes met green ones. Louis noticed the sound of a sharp intake of breath, as he gasped himself at the sight. Right in front of him, stood a young boy who is shuffling awkwardly under the weight of the elder’s stare. His brown chocolaty curls fell nonchalantly mid-shoulders, ahead rag holding them away. His eyebrows were in a questioning frown, where his green eyes were sparkling. His eyes reminded Louis of those green maze, that he could get lost in it when he was young. He won’t regret it though. His jaw was perfectly sharp. A pink tongue peeked outside to wet his cherry heart-shaped lips. He smiles, showing porcelain capped teeth as two dimples popped out, accentuating his awkward but beaming smile. The person didn’t seem very real, as if Louis was stuck in a dream. Maybe he did fall asleep on the ton of paperwork that was waiting for him to sign and fantasized about this amazing boy. Maybe if he pinches himself, he would wake up.
“Excuse my terrible manners, Mr…?” Louis caught himself saying when finally, his system responded. He closed his dropped open jaw and jumped on his feet. After all, dream or not, he should have some manners.
The angel extended his hands for Louis to shake and Louis almost gasped as his skin touched real human flesh, proving that his divine creature theory was wrong.
“Styles. Harry Styles” he spoke, in a shaky breath.
“Take a seat Mr Styles. Would you like some refreshments?” Louis asked, eyes still staring at the boy.
“No thank you, sir” He sat gracefully, crossing his long legs.
His voice was raspy with remarkable octaves between each word. Louis already imagined how would it sound in a slow ballade.
“As you like” Louis sat down. “So… since you came here, I could guess you are interested in the Music Industry?” He asked. Stupid Louis! he internally slapped himself.
“Yeas, sir. I am studying for a Music engineering Degree.” Harry answered shortly, not letting his rambling take over. He hid his face behind his curls coyly, as Louis spaced out, a hand pinching his chin.
“Of course,” Louis internally facepalmed himself for such an idiot question, after some seconds. “Now Mr Styles…” he started.
“Please call me Harry” Harry muttered, uncomfortable.
“Okay, Harry I know it is supposed to be all professional but as you see I am bored out of ma’ ass. Let’s just chat, alright?”
Harry nodded, moving to cross his ankles as he was sitting on the edge of the seat.
“So, what do you want to do after this internship? Do you want to work here?”
“Yes, I do, Mr Tomlinson. I gotta make a livin’. I work in a small music shop but it ain’t enough to pay the 75% last of my scholarship fees and to pay the rent.” Harry shrugged a bit.
Louis found a kind of amazement each time he heard the younger boy call him Mr Tomlinson. He gave him a modest smile. “I have been there me too. You know, being the man of the house is kinda tough when you start attending college.”
“What do you think of the last single that was labelled here?” Louis inquired.
“The one performed by Black Wolves?”
“Yes”
“Well, it was good I liked the contrast in the booming at the background voices and alternation in the C scale but if in my personal opinion, if we could quicken the tempo during the chorus, we could get a rhythm that you can dance to it, along with a whole new beat,” Harry explained.
“Interesting!” Louis whispered as he watched the curly-headed’s lips move sinfully while he was talking.
Harry smiled hesitantly gaining some of his confidence. Louis could tell that the boy was only trying to be nice, but he was kind of flirting with him. A silence settled in the room, as Louis was gazing at the beautiful miracle in front of him.
“You are such an interesting thing” the older blurted out of the blue.
Harry's cheeks turned into a deep shade of crimson, as he bowed his head in shyness.
“Thank you” he muttered.
A knock was heard, Elda came in with a folder in her hands, signalling that the time of the interview was up. She deposed the items on the desk and left.
“Well Harry, I would like to talk more about it but I am afraid I have another interview,” Louis said sadly.
They both stood up and as Louis was about to walk him out, he peeked down to find that he was aroused. Harry noticed the tent forming in the elder’s trousers and unintentionally his hand flew to touch that bump standing between them. Louis moaned eyes shut tightly. The realisation finally hit them and Harry walked backwards almost trips himself. They stimulatingly blushed heavily.
“I-I apologize sir for that improper gesture… it was a mistake… I should probably get going” After those words were said, his graceful body escaped the heavy tension of the room.
Louis plopped down on his chair, adjusting in his jeans. He did not understand what happened. He was straight. Harry was a male. Scientifically talking, it does not make sense. All those thoughts triggered a hammering inside of Louis’ head. He asked Elda to bring him some Aspirin and a black coffee.
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Blue.
The sky was tainted in a clear shade of blue as Harry hurried his steps out of the building. After he apologized about the instinctive move, he told Niall that he would wait for him outside. Harry needed to escape so he would not ruin his career but he also needed to return so he could kneel in front of Mr Tomlinson and suck him until he sees the stars.
Harry was still dazed from the earlier tension, the intense stare of Mr Tomlinson’s blue orbs and the sexual thoughts that were racing in his mind. He had never been so interested in a human being this much. He could not blame himself, the man was very handsome with his high cheekbones and crinkled smile. His eyes were bluer than the deepest oceans. They reminded Harry of his first flight to the States when he got the chance to see the Atlantic Ocean. His feathery brunette hair was very beautiful and he wondered if it feels as soft as it seems. He liked the smooth and confident man he is when his body is clad in a black simple suit. The tie was loose around his neck and the collar of his shirt was opened enough for Harry to notice his amazing collarbones and the fragment of a tattoo.
Harry’s imagination has got the best of him so he pictured how he would look like tracksuited, or wearing a skinny jean or naked… His mouth watered at the sight in his head. A tap on his shoulder disturbed his wet daydream.
“Harry? Mate, what happened? You got me so worried!” Niall anxiously asked.
“I think I fucked’ up the interview…” Harry signed, kicking gravel.
“Did you suck him?”
“Unfortunately, no.” The curly lad shook his head in disappointment “But I kinda groped him?”
“Is that a question or an answer, Haz?” Niall snickered.
“When he was about to walk me out, he noticed that he was hard. Like too hard and unintentionally, I touched his bulge… I don’t know what was happening but I couldn’t stop myself… it is like … ugh!” Harry tried to explain, his hands moving frantically in front of his face.
“Wait… he was hard?”
“Yeah but this is not the point…” Harry shrugged
“wait! Wait! It means you kinda ‘maybe’ turned him… On!” Niall exclaimed, quoting the word ‘Maybe’.
“I am not one hundred per cent sure but maybe,” he said his hands in his pockets.
“It means that he may be gay after all” the blonde suggested.
“Well nothing in his posture shows that he is gay”
Niall frowned. “How could a posture… never mind what’s next?”
“Aren’t we having a class or something?”
“Oh, come on! You don’t wanna' hear Mr Davis talking nonsense this evening!”
“What are your plans then?”
Niall did not bother looking both ways before he crossed the street and was so fucking lucky that Harry was there to do it.
“Let’s go shopping!” The Irish lad exclaimed.
Automatically, Harry’s green eyes lightened in excitement. Niall always knew how to make him feel better. “But we gotta get something’ to eat, I am starving!” Harry just smiled as they kept walking.
An hour later, they strolled out of McDonald's and went for a browse around the mall.
“I want to check the Autumn line of suits at Gucci” Harry requested, dragging Niall to the next store.
“Why do you want to buy from here? All they sell here is too expensive stuff… look at this for example” he took the thongs in his hands. “It costs 23£, which is for us, way too expensive. I could ask Granny Georgia to sew sweaters way better for you to wear” he shrugged, as Harry was looking at the fabric in amazement. He grabbed the underwear from his friend’s hands.
“Well I could tell Granny Georgia’s style is very similar to mine” Harry admitted.
Granny Georgia was a sweet old woman living next door. Harry would always help her with her grocery bags or walk her to the church.
“She is colour-blind,” Niall noticed, remembering the pink and yellow sweater she had offered him last Christmas.
“She came by yesterday coz she had trouble with her DVD reader, and guess what?”
“What?”
“She has the whole collection of the James Bond Series!” Harry said as he looked through some T-shirts.
“No fucking way! I have to brow them someday. I miss those”
“You gotta be shittin’ me!” Harry exclaimed.
“What?”
The green-eyed boy runs to the other side of the shop where he saw the infamous black shirt last time he went shopping. It was half price. It was still expensive but boy, how much he needed that shirt. Niall was right, shopping was great therapy, he had already forgotten about the drop-dead gorgeous CEO of Tommo’s Record.
“I have to buy it, it is half price. Last time I checked it was 1500£!” he rambled shaking his head in disbelief.
“From 1500 to 750, wow! You gotta buy that” he agreed.
“750£… I think I could afford that.” He shrugged almost jumping in his spot.
He grabbed the shirt, carefully and walked to the cashiers. He paid for it and had free samples of the new brand’s fragrances. He was beaming as they walked back home. When they arrived, Harry folded the shirt in a box and put it in the highest shelf of his walk-in closet, next to his birthday suit.
The interview was quickly forgotten as the rest of the boys came home. He helped to prepare dinner and sat around, as usual, laughing and being foolishly irresponsible as they got tipsy while watching the footie.
Before he went to sleep, he cleaned his teeth in a maniac manner as he brushed his damp curls. He removed the towel around his waist and plopped on the bed, naked. He always felt the need to feel comfortable when he was by himself. Sleeping fully clothed could cause horrific claustrophobic nightmares that would wake him in the middle of the night, panting and sweaty. When he was younger, his mother always brought him warm camomile tea with milk and honey before sleep to avoid bad dreams.
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Nudity.
When Louis was younger, he used to be very self-conscious. He could not stand the feeling of nudity or the witnessing of it. He believes that everyone was born in a small bubble called ‘Personal Space’. It made the Tomlinson’s vacation to Brighton sounds to Louis more like a trip to hell. He loved the beach but could not afford the sight of the sweaty sun-screened bodies polluting the warm virgin sand and clear blue water. He always came after midnight to gaze at the blue cold seawater shinning in the moonlight. He loves the way the tide-line would form a barrier on the wet sand. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was very soothing for young Louis. He would lay on his back on the rough rocky surface and count the stars. He surely loved glittery shinning things. Like an elf, he had a treasure; a small coffret where he hid multiple shiny objects that he holds dear. Mostly just buttons painted in golden colour or false plastic diamonds. His childhood interest did not disappear when he became a pre-teen. He went as far to paint his bike in a shiny silver colour. His life was shinny but not as colourful; his parents’ divorce was such shock for everyone except Louis. He was the only one to notice the non-healthy circumstances they lived in, the daily abuse of his mother and the lack of food.
They moved out, bought a nice flat and soon enough his mother got remarried. Louis always promised himself to never let anyone cause his mother any harm. It became a very difficult responsibility when hormones invaded his body and changing him into a sassy disgusting moody zombie. When twelve years old Louis discovered sex, after the infamous bees and flowers story, he was grossed. Sixteen years old Louis, A.K.A the last virgin in grade eleven, got hammered during Prom night and end up bottoming with the captain of their football team, at least that was what they told him. He could not remember anything when he woke up the next day. All he found were his trousers hung on a tree trunk, a buttonless shirt and a tied condom filled with a white liquid substance. And don’t forget the soring pain around his no longer unused hole. Since then, he started jerking himself almost every night. He became addicted to the rush of adrenaline before climax, the feeling of euphoria and the after-sex buzz. Males his age used to watch porn to initiate them but he could pass.
During his last year at university, his mother was more than worried at his lack of girlfriends, or boyfriends at least, until, Eleonore showed up. After a drunken night, he woke up the next morning next to her, wearing nothing but his skin. What made him like her, was her patience after Louis told her about his nudity issues. They started slow, from dry humping to handjobs, oral sex then finally full-blown sex. She was the only Louis could see naked and not cringe. Although Louis’ lack of experience and gay deflowering, he does consider himself as a straight man. Until he met mister green-eyed angel. He was the most beautiful creature Louis ever laid eyes on. He never felt the urge to have sex with someone this much until he wished he could throw himself in Harry’s arms and beg him to wreck him. The small part of sanity left in him was urging him to keep cool during that ten minutes interview.
The first thing Louis did when he had spare time that day in the office, was checking if Harry had any social media. When he did not find any, he looked for his friend’s Irish lad. @Horan_Is_Irish twitter account was easy to find. The list of subscribers was long enough to make him ask Elda for a hand but he decided to keep all this to himself.
He was about to lose hope and clicked the last one’s information; @Bi_But_Proud. His layout appeared showing a huge rainbow flag as a banner and drawn peace sign as a profile photo. A picture caught his attention, where a group of people were sitting around a fire camp. Harry’s frail figure was among them wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a swimming trunk. His skin was in perfect tan as his pearly white teeth shone due to the flashlight his hair was swept to the side and was shorter. Suddenly, Louis found himself wanting to add Harry to his treasures; He was all sparkly, vivid, and full of life.
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Meant to Be – Bebe Rexha
Coincidences.
Harry has never believed in coincidences. Undeniably, everything was meant to be. It was meant for him to meet Mr Tomlinson’ but was it meant that he would follow him on twitter? Was that even possible? It was. Harry’s notifications section on his account could prove that. The boy stared at the screen in shock. He runs to the living room where the lads were chilling out.
“he fucking followed me!” he exclaimed, waving the device frantically in front of their faces.
“Where?” Liam and Zayn asked simultaneously. They glanced toward each other then looked away shyly.
“Not like really followed me… but virtually…” Harry explained.
“Could that even be possible?” Liam asked dumbly.
“He followed me on Twitter!” Harry shook his head.
“YOU TALKING ABOUT SHAWN MENDES!” Niall jumped from his seat to catch Harry’s phone.
“No silly! Mr Tomlinson”
“No. Fucking. Way. It may be an imposter”
“No, it is him!” Harry pointed to the screen as Niall was looking through the account.
Liam and Zayn were gawking at them not understanding a thing. The curly lad sat down. He was buzzing after he was calmed enough, he related the event that happened between him and Mr Tomlinson.
“Hazza, you don’t push a man to cheat unless...,” Liam wisely said.
“Unless what?” they all wondered in unison.
“Unless he asks you to. It is serious business, better stay out of troubles” he shrugged.
Is it a coincidence Mr Tomlinson has a girlfriend? Maybe it was meant he would cheat. Is it a coincidence he may be into dicks? People would blame the brutal absence of Harry’s father when he was young for his bisexuality. Has Mr Tomlinson lived with both of his parents when he was young? Did he suffer from heavy woman influence when he was a child?
Suddenly Harry found himself wanting to know more about the mysterious man. He shook his head in disbelief, he did not even pass the Mr Tomlinson step. The subscription may be a mistake. He opened a new DM and sent him a quick ‘hi’. Five minutes later, his phone dinged.
Hi
Hey!
R u Mr Tomlinson who interviewed me this morning?
Lol! Yes, I am the Mr Tomlinson you groped this morning
I apologise again for that!
It’s okay, I got a little excited too.
That ain’t a prob…Aren’t u going to press charges against me?
Why would I?
Sexual Harassment
What? No!
Phew! Got me worried!
They talked for an hour and a half. When it was Harry’s bedtime, they got the more exciting part of texting: Sexting.
Wanna do some nudes?
Can’t
U alone?
Technically yeh!
Harry murmured quick goodnights and hurried to his bedroom. His excitement reached its peak as he was practically jumping in his spot. Ridding his clothes, he sat on his bed, facing his full-length mirror. He shifted his body to the side and bent his knees putting the unused hand behind them. He laid on his back so his happy trails could be seen but not too much. He wanted the photo to be sophisticated nothing filthy. He snapped a picture.
You sent a picture.
U didn’t have to … but WoW!
Thanx
Can I have a picture of your dick? I mean if U want…
Sure
The boy grinned madly and proudly pulled out his cock to photograph using a specific bottle of lube as reference. He never uses his hand because what if people thought that his hand was small and concluded that his dick was smaller. Ten inches was not small. He has seen smaller than dicks. Suddenly, he found himself picturing Mr Tomlinson’s. Ten minutes later, there was no response, Harry was starting to worry. The blue cross proved that he saw the multimedia file, indeed. It left Harry to fall asleep with his phone clutched in hand, still waiting for a reply.
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Issues – Niall Horan
Doubt.
Louis was certain about most of the facts he knew. The sun rose from the East and set on the Westside. Iced Long Island Tea was the best alcoholic beverage ever made. Robbie Williams is the best singer. The sky is blue. The seawater tastes salty. Ice melts and freezes at 0C while the water evaporates at 100C. All these facts were scientifically proved or could be from Louis’ twenty-five years’ experience.
It is strange when you start to doubt everyt