-Harry's Point of View-

I woke up, my arms wrapped around the torso of my boyfriend. Louis William Tomlinson. Most people don't know about Louis. For many reasons. Being involved with a porn star isn't something to brag about. Christian Grey, maybe. But not in the type of life I have. It'd be too much for him. He means too much to me to get him involved with my mess.

The thing about Louis is, he's normal. Louis was in my high school. He was a 9th grader, and I was a 12th. It wouldn't work out would it? Well, Louis was perfect. Way to perfect to let go. He was a library book worm. The shy boy behind the frames. I remember it so well. But the another thing about Louis, is that he doesn't judge me. He's faithful. He wouldn't cheat. He doesn't use me for my money. He's just a boy in UNI. He's 19 now, and he's very special to me. He's my baby. Has been since age 16. Will be till we die.

"Hazzy?" Louis mumbled. I pressed my head into his hair. Taking in the scent. "Hazzy, that tickles." He giggled. I giggled along with him.

"Good morning Prince Louis." I greeted.

"Good morning Harry." I chuckled stealing a kiss from his lips. He cuddled into my chest. "Do you have work today?" He asked.

"Yeah I do babe." He frowned. I knew he didn't like the idea of me going around and fucking people named 'Heather Lace' 'Jenna Rose' or guys named 'Mike Rock' or 'Dylan Cut'. But he didn't stop me. He saw one of my videos. He wasn't thrilled, but who would be? He had said one films was 'Hot'. And Louis isn't much to speak out in full on cussing, moaning, jerking up the wazoo. He likes books. So for him to say that my porn was hot, was a plus in my book.

"Harry?" I hummed in reply. His hands played with the hem of my pajama bottoms. "When will you be back?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I have to be there by 12. Filming at 2." He nodded against my chest. His grip growing tighter.

"I have classes soon. I won't see you until tomorrow." I rubbed the small of his back.

"That's okay. You can wake me up for a midnight cuddle. I won't mind." Louis started to fidget.

"You and I both know you need sleep after you... after you have-"

"Louis. It's okay. I'd rather cuddle you than go to work we know that. Just wake me up."

"But I can't, I'll feel bad afterwards." I kissed his brown locks.

"It's okay. You know, I love you Prince Louis."

"I love you too Harry." I pressed a kiss to his lips. Smiling into them. We didn't make out a lot either. Then again, I didn't mind. Because Louis is perfect. Before I could move my lips slightly against his, he jumped back.

"Harry it's 11:30!" He shouted. I mentally face palmed.

"Shit. Alright go get dressed, I'll see you later okay? love you!" I called out he gave me a quick Eskimo kiss, running into his permanent guest room to change. He ran out a few moments later. Pink shorts, white and blue striped shirt, bag, and putting on a pair of Tom's while walking.

"Bye Harry!" He shouted. And like that, he was gone out the back room. 11:30? Mine as well get going too. I slipped into the shower, then pulling on a hoodie, beanie, and a pair of shorts stolen from my boyfriend's room. Leaving them short on my legs. But hey, forget it. I entered my SUV, and drove myself to work. Without a care in the world.

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I got off set, naked of course. Panting somewhat. Cameras were off, and It was pretty late.

"Great Job Harry." Jenna winked. I winked back. After all, she did just give me a blow job. It'd be polite. I got a few whistles from walking down my corridor naked. I really have no shame in covering up. 7 guys were just on set as I fucked a girl and they filmed it. Is there much of a point? No!

I showered off all the grime and sweat sex will bring. I hopped out the shower, towel around my waist. Seeing my phone light up.

Prince Louis!: Hi :)

I smiled at the text. He can be so shy, even through text. It's so adorable.

Harry: babe, I'm off set. So if you get a moment. Call me okay? Xox love you Loubear.

Louis usually doesn't like to get the schedule down. He'd rather not think about me having sex with someone else I presume. I instantly was greeted with a vibration on my dresser, picking it up.

"Yes Louis?"

"Hi Harry." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hi Louis." I chuckled grabbing my belt and working it into my pant loops.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked timidly

"Getting dressed." It was silent for a moment. I could only hear his breathing.

"I miss you..." He whispered. I could feel the sadness illuminating off him.

"I miss you too Baby bear."

"I have to go to class now."

"That's okay baby, I'll see you at home okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you Prince Louis."

"I love you to Hazzy."

And like that, our short conversation ended. Sometimes, I just want to hear his voice. You can tell so much through his voice. If he's happy. Or scared. Tired even. When he's tired, he's just a cuddely nut. And when he's scared or unsure, he stutters. When he's happy, he sounds like my Louis. I've only seen him angry once though. And that was when his mum told him I was worthless. Another reason why he lives with me. Another reason nobody knows about him.

I drove away from the porno set, off to a different set. A modeling set. Instantly being greeted by 4 pairs of tight Boxers that I was to wear. Ripping off my clothes and putting on the boxers, heading out to the white backdrop.

"Harry!" The photographer greeted kissing my head obnoxiously.

"Hi Grimmy." I chuckled. Nick is my... Flamboyant mate. He knew Louis long before all this drama happened. Back when I was into stripping on weekends. He was working at the club actually as a bar tender, then he left to persue his photography career. Then I left, got into porn. Grimmy and I were mates. That was when he met Louis formally because he could hang around me without cameras up my ass. Louis, still being shy, had been out with Nick and I a few times. Then I got my acting job, and he was gone at the shot of a gun. Nick getting offered to be my photographer. And that is where he shall stay. My mate/Photographer.

"Ready for the sexy version of the magazine?" I pushed my fringe from my eyes.

"Sure."

"Did somebody just come from work?" Nick questioned with a raise of the eyes.

"Somebody did."

"Still with that virgin boyfriend of yours eh?" He asked, fixing my tight attire.

"Yes. And so?"

"You'd never expect a porn star, rich actor, model boy to be dating a shy UNI student. Turn for me." I turned and gave the camera a seductive Christian Grey glare.

"It's not that big of a deal. I love him." The camera flashed and he moved his finger to signal me to turn again.

"It isn't, but admitting it was a bit stupid, no?"

"Hey! What the hell does that mean?" Nick approached me, tilting my shoulders to a certain angle.

"I mean, now the press will be up your ass to figure out whom he is. You might wanna call Agent Payne in the ass to sort that out. Because I'm sure he wasn't pleased with the interview either." I internally groaned.

"Think Li will really flip?" Nick chuckled

"Course he will, he's Liam." With that the camera flashed again.  

Well... Fuck me. Oh wait!

Work already does.

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I'll put more chapters up tomorrow. Enjoy this for now!