Mood: Jealous by Labrinth

Harry's fingers trail over Louis' bare arm, tracing the expanse and small birthmarks scattered across his skin. He could hear Louis breathing softly, small snores coming from his lips. He will never understand how he became so lucky.

Louis shifts in his sleep, snoring loudly before fluttering his eyes open. He looks around blankly for a second before blushing. He smiles shyly at Harry, yawning quietly.

"Morning." He whispers, scratching at his stomach. Harry lets his eyes skin down his body for a second, stopping at his covered waist. He smiles fondly before leaning in to kiss Louis softly.

"Morning."

"Frog breath." The smaller boy complains and Harry only lets out a laugh, shifting until he's basically lying on top of him.

"You're rude." Harry replies and kisses him again.

"Get off me, you giant frog. You're cutting off the blood circulation to my dick." Louis giggles. Harry rolls off but pulls Louis so he's on top of him, straddling him, hands on his chest.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Harry asks through a fond smile. Louis only shrugs, leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was soft and languid and even though they were completely naked, it had nothing to do with sexual desires. It was just an intimate kiss.

Louis pulled away when Harry tapped his thigh. He looked at the older boy with tired eyes and mused hair.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast." Harry says and Louis grins, rolling over again. Harry stands from the bed, slipping into a fresh pair of black briefs and stepping out of the room.

Louis looks around and pulls some briefs from Harry's draw, slipping into them. They were a bit tight, the swell of his bum constricted in the clothing. He goes to the bathroom and finds an unopened toothbrush and some toothpaste. He quickly brushes his teeth and steps out of the bathroom, walking into the hallway.

He looks around, confused on which way to go. He walks left, continuing down the corridor until he reaches a door that leads him to another bedroom. He turns around and walks the opposite way. Okay, this house is too big for him.

He enters the bedroom he was asleep in and picks up his phone dialing Harry's number. He picks up quickly.

"Why are you calling me if you're upstairs? Is this some kind of phone sex? That's kinda hot." Harry asks. Louis rolls his eyes.

"Is it embarrassing to say that I'm lost in your house? I feel like if I take the wrong turn I'll end up in Canada." Louis explains. He could hear Harry laugh on the other line.

"Just turn right and then left and you'll reach the stairs." Harry offers. Louis grumbles a small thanks before hanging up. He walks the way Harry tells him to and makes it to the kitchen in one piece.

Harry stands in the kitchen, flipping a pancake, wearing an apron that reads, kiss the cook!

"You're such a goofball." Louis comments, sitting at the island. Harry only grins, finishing the scrambled eggs. He serves the food on two plates, handing it to Louis. They sit in comfortable silence, eating together.

"I've called a meeting with my management." Harry says after they're done eating. Louis raises an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to cut the contract with them and be allowed to come out." He explains. Louis hums, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm sure it'll go great."

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"No."

"You haven't even heard me out—" Harry argues but the man that Louis can't remember his name cuts him off. Asshat, that's his name from now on, he thinks.

"I don't have to hear you out." Asshat says, "You're not coming out and that's final."

The Public Relations team and Social Media team seemed bored and uninterested. Richard was sitting in a seat, smiling at Harry.

"But—"

"Just shut up will you?" Asshat asks and Louis snaps.

"Listen up, asshole, why don't you do us a favor and sew your lips together." He blurts. Asshat only raises an eyebrow.

"And you are?"

"None of your business."

"Louis, right? You got yourself a feisty one." He comments. Harry rolls his eyes and grabs Louis' hand, interlacing their fingers.

"Can we at least discuss this? I don't think I can wait another six months to come out." Harry says, running a hand through his hair.

"Want to come out? Fine. But say goodbye to millions of dollars and quite possibly your career." Richard says and it's the first words he's said this entire meeting.

"Go to hell." Louis mutters under his breath.

"You should really teach that boy toy of yours some manners." Asshat replies.

"I'll shove my foot so far up your ass, people will be pulling shit out of your mouth." Louis retorts, "How's that for manners?"

"If you don't control him I'll have him thrown out." Asshat says, looking through his phone.

"Don't worry. We were just leaving anyways." Harry mutters glumly. Louis wants to cuddle him into next year and stab every single motherfucker in the room who dare hurt Harry. He gives him a tight smile, and glares daggers at the people around them.

"I hope you all can sleep easy tonight knowing you're all sick bastards ruining someone's life." Louis says before dragging Harry out of the room. He leads him to the elevator, watching as Harry slowly breaks down, wiping at his eyes continuously. The smaller boy hugs him, telling him they'll be alright. They make it to the lobby and younger lad pulls away.

Louis looks at the door of awaiting paparazzi and sighs, stepping away from Harry and walking out. Harry walks behind him, covering his tearstained face and keeping his head down.

Louis makes it to the car quickly, shuffling inside, watching as Harry slips into the drivers side silently. They drive off without another word, the quiet slowly making Louis go mad.

"Are you okay—"

"I don't understand why people do this willingly. I don't understand why being gay is so bad that you have to hide it. Am I really such a bad person that I deserve this? Is this some sick torture for laughs? What have I done to be treated inhumane?" Harry asks, tears streaming down his cheeks freely. Louis feels his heart break.

"H, this isn't the end. These are some sick bastards but they can't control everything even if they tried. Maybe they control when you go out or who you go on dates with. They can control your wardrobe, your concerts, your freedom. But they can't control these feelings. They can't control something so pure and beautiful. They can't control how we feel about each other. I know it's something small but if we just hold onto that we can be free in our own little way."

Harry wipes at his eyes and nods.

"I'd given up by now if I haven't met you." The small lad could feel his heart warming.

"We can do small things. Give little hints to your fans, see if they'll still support you even if you're gay and maybe then, those idiots will drop the contract." Louis offers.

"That sounds...good. Yeah." Harry hiccups through his tears.

"Head up, love. We'll get through this."

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this story is almost over. 3-5 chapters left yikes. I love you guys so much.