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Meet me in the morning, wrap your arms around me
Tell me that it's over, now that you have found me
Walk me to the river, see the willow bowing
Carry me into the water, now we're drowning 

-Out with a bang by Lana Del Rey

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The sun was shining brightly, peeking through the curtains as the light almost blinded Louis when he opened his eyes. He quickly shrieked and tried to move, but a protective arm was drapped on his waist, pulling him closer when he tried to get a way. Startled was an understatement to what he felt at the moment. He looked around and inspected the room; it was clean, and big, vinyl records hang on the wall along with a few picture frames. He felt some unknown comfortness in the room, and he was confused as fuck as to why. His eyes widened when he felt kisses being pressed on his neck, making him shiver and moan slightly. He tried to get away but with no luck, the man behind him was stronger.

"Morning, my love." A deep voice spoke, and it made Louis weak on the knees by how raspy and smooth it was. The arm that used to be on his waist was replaced by a rush of cold air. The blue eyed boy sat up quick and glance at the man, only to find it to be someone who he wasn't expecting at all. He was pulled down again, his back to Harry's chest, and he felt his face flush when he felt a hard on pressed on his bum, and it took him a lot not to grind back on the thick, hard cock.

"H-Harry," Louis grunted as Harry's hand fiddles with his nipple, twisting it gently. Pleasure ran through his spine as the man continued to rub his perky nipples that were oh so sensitive. He grinded back, smirking when he felt Harry's breath hitch. He continued to do so-- pushing his bum back, loving the feeling of having a cock pressed on his arse. His own hard on was dripping with pre cum, aching to be touched, and to release.

"What do you want doll?" Harry asked, his deep and raspy voice ringing in his ears. His voice alone could make Louis come in his panties.

"Want you to touch me, daddy, please." Louis begged, gasping when the older man grasped his cock, pumping it in a agonizing pace. He cried out when Harry's thumb found the slit, swiping it with a slight pressure. He shivered when the green eyed man fastened his pace. His eyes were close, and his mouth was open in ajar as pleasure racked through him.

"Such a beautiful boy, aren't you, doll?" Harry whispered, licking the shell of his ear, earning a moan from Louis. "Prettiest of them all, you are my darling. Love the sounds you make for me, doll." He sucked hickeys on the boy's neck, licking and biting it, loving the sounds that falls from Louis' lips.

Louis felt his high coming, it was building and building in his belly. "I'm gonna come, daddy!"

"Louis?"

Suddenly, he was shook awake, startled and confused as he opened his eyes and realized that he was still in the airplane. Xavier was in front of him with a smile on his face, failing to notice Louis' flushed cheeks and hard on that was covered by the blanket.

It was all a dream. The sudden realization made his heart drop to his stomach, and humiliation creep up. He was trying not to squirm a lot and for his hard on not to be noticeable, because after all, the blanket was thin as a paper. His breath hitches as his cock shamefully twitches, feeling himself come to the edge. He tried to hide his moan by coughing, smiling—more like grimacing at Xavier who had shifted his attention to his assistant, asking for the latest update.

He racked his brain for a solution for his problem, wondering how to get up and hide his semi hard cock from Xavier and his assistant. He took off his jacket before tying it around his waist, leaving him with his sweater.

"I'll just go to the loo, Xav." Louis informed the latter before getting up and walked fast towards the loo.

He glanced at the mirror and sighed. What if Xavier noticed him orgasm right in front of him? He was so worried and humiliated that he had came in front of someone else other than Harry. After he did his business and washed his face, he went out and smiled at Xavier who was waiting for him with their breakfast on the small table in front of them.

"Morning, Lou. We're about to land in an hour or two, so get ready," Xavier said, gazing at the boy as if he hung the moon and the sun alone. He tried not to stare but the boy was just so stunning and beautiful. Words cannot describe how gone he is for that boy.

"What's the plan for today?" Louis asked, taking a bite of his scrambled egg.

Xavier swallowed his bacon first before replying. "After we settle down at the hotel, we'll rest for awhile before we head to a quick photoshoot, and you'll meet them after it."

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After they landed, the trio went to the hotel with their suitcases in hand. The hotel was called Hotel Samuels, and it was a four star hotel. The inside was beautiful and so modern, furnitures that probably cost more than Louis' paycheck, and the people that were staying there we're all rich looking. 

They all went to the elevator after Xavier and his assistant went to the desk and ask for their rooms, taking a bit longer than expected. The elevator music was calming, and the elevator itself was posh. Louis hummed along to the song, eyes wondering around the elevator. He was so excited to look around and meet new people— even if he feels so intimidated by the Americans and their accents. His mind drifted off to Liam, Zayn and Niall, wishing they were also here to experience and enjoy the American life even if it's only for a week or so.

"We're here, Lou." Xavier said, waiting for the doors to slide open before guiding the blue eyed boy outside. "Your room is next to mine, so don't hesitate to knock if you have any problems, alright?"

"Alright." Louis went inside his hotel room, eyes widening at the sight of it. The room was in fact beautiful. He didn't hesitate to jump on the bed and landed face flat on it, breathing in the comfortable scent. The bed was fluffy, along with its comforter and pillows. He couldn't wait to sleep tonight, especially if the bed was just exceptionally amazing.

Frowning, he suddenly remembered to put his clothes in the cabinet so that he won't have to rummage through it in the morning trying to look for an outfit. With a heavy sigh, he dragged his big ass suitcase near the tall cabinet. 

After he had placed all his belongings inside the cabinet, he pushed himself up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. The bathroom was beautiful and modern looking, and again, Louis was excited to take a long bath with some of the bathbombs that were displayed by the side. The huge bathtub was at the corner along with a huge shower glass room at the opposite corner. The sink was huge, a wide mirror and some towels neatly hung. When he was done analyzing the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and waited for the tub to fill with warm water. As he waited, he dashed off to find his phone, playing a track immediately as he drops a rose scented, pink bathbomb on the water. 

 "Woke up alone in this hotel room. Played with myself, where were you?"  

The music drowned out all of his thoughts as he dip his whole body inside the tub, his nerves calming down as the water stopped at his neck. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but he couldn't get the dream he had out of his mind. It was playing over and over again like a broken stereo, hurting him to the core. The way Harry held him in the dream, and the words he said made him want to continue the dream without any interruptions. It was too realistic-- the touch, the words, and the pleasure seems so real that he almost believed that he was back in Harry's arms again. But he knew that being with him again means being in constant pain and one sided love. Being with Harry means being alive, yet dead at the same time; and wasn't love supposed to make you feel alive? 

 "We haven't spoke since you went away. Comfortable silence is so overrated."  

Maybe it wasn't meant to be, and Louis was foolish enough to even think he can change the man, but he was proved wrong when he saw him with someone else. Foolish enough to believe that the man can love him back, or even have some type of feelings for the boy. He was such a fool-- a fool for Harry. 

"I saw your friend that you know from work. He said you feel just fine. I see you gave him my old T-shirt. More of what was once mine."   

Pain was an understatement when he saw Harry with someone else. His emotions were like a tsunami-- drowning every ounce of him as every second passes. All the pain, hurt, and insecurities hitting him all at once, leaving no space for any other emotions. He was surrounded by darkness and shame, completely alone with his heartbreak and loneliness. He felt so insecure and not enough the moment he saw Harry with another boy. He wanted to run and hide from all of it, and never come back, but he knew he couldn't-- not when he feels too weak from the man's eyes gazing over him like he was less than trash. Maybe he was. 

  "Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too."

Harry Styles was a like  rose; beautiful and confident, but when you touch him and his thorns, you might regret ever touching him, for it will cause you pain, and make you bleed, but once you do, you'll get lured in by his beauty and his never ending seduction, sucking all the life out of you until you have nothing but a broken heart. And when he does leave you, you'll have nothing but yourself. 

Tears were pooling Louis' eyes as the thoughts continued to take over his mind, always filled with Harry and what had happened before. He misses him, as much as he hated to say, but the touches, kisses, hugs and the way the man whispers words that can either destroy him, or flutter his heart, he fucking misses all of those. But he knew not to, no, not after what he did. He was not fragile like a flower, but fragile like a bomb, and he knew not to let anyone in, because he couldn't afford getting hurt again. 

He was living in the present, but his mind was in the past. 

After a couple songs, he stood up and dried himself using the fluffiest towel, sighing when he saw how puffy his eyes were. He brushed his teeth until he was satisfied and applied some lotion on his skin, making sure to add enough to last the day. He tied another towel on his chest and hang the used towel on the hanger again, before walking towards the cabinet and grabbing a decent outfit.

Louis smiled as he saw his reflection on the mirror, loving the way his bum look in the Addidas leggings.  He sprayed on some perfume and applied a light cheek tint on his cheeks and on his lips before smacking his lips together and took a selfie, before uploading it on Intsagram and captioning it with "Just had an amaazing bath, and now I feel so fresh."

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"Excellent, Louis! Give us more leg action." The photgrapher, Aiden, praised the boy who tried to hide his blush. He obliged and received another praise from both Xavier and Aiden, going for another new pose with a more fiercer look this time. He loves getting compliments, and he shows off more everytime they do. He placed both of his hand behind his back and looked at the camera with an innocent look, his blue eyes wide and filled with so much innocence. His lips were in a pout, and he looks so ravishing and beautiful. 

Xavier's mouth was in ajar, staring at the boy who had the most beautiful face on earth. The way he looked so innocent, yet completely hot with the outfit he had on, made the man's pants tighten. He couldn't deny the fact that Louis was all he could think of when the lights are off, and the night was ungodly. The boy was just so beautiful and amazing. Yet, the latter seems to be hiding something from him, and he wanted to know every secret, every nightmare, and every pain that he tried to mask and bottle in. He wanted all of him. 

Snapping him out of his thoughts, was Louis' phone ringing. He took it and waved it to the boy's direction, silently asking if he could answer it, since the boy was a bit preoccupied at the moment. After he got the approval, he answered the call, and didn't bother looking at the caller's I.D. 

"Hello?" 

"Who are you, and what are you doing asnwering Louis' phone?" The voice on the other line snapped, his tone accusing and cold. 

"I'm Louis' manager. Who are you?" Xavier asked, slightly taken back by the way the man answered him. 

"It doesn't matter. Hand the phone to Louis." 

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "He's busy at the moment. Call him next time when he's not." 

"Just tell him it's Harry, and that I need to speak to him urgently."

Xavier knew that he was the one who broke Louis' heart, and his blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting the boy. How dare he broke Louis' heart? "Lou and I might go on a date after his photoshoot, so I'll tell him to call you back after we spend our lovely time together. Goodbye." 

Before Harry could even speak, he had ended the call, and placed the phone back on the table, smirking as he crossed his arms and a sick satisfaction in his veins. The man deserves it after hurting the beautiful boy, and he couldn't wait to show Harry what he had been missing out. He didn't realize that the shoot was finished until he felt a hand pat him on the shoulder. He smiled at Aiden and shook his hand firmly. The photographer was grinning at him as he skims through the photos that he took. 

"Louis Tomlinson is exceptional and beautiful! How'd you find him anyway?" Aiden asked as they both glanced at Louis who was laughing with the stylist. He noticed the fond look that was on Xavier's face as he stared at the boy. 

"I'm guessing, you like the boy?" Aiden questions again, a smirk on his face. 

The question threw Xavier off guard, but nodded nonetheless. "Is it obvious?" 

Aiden laughed loudly, "It's fucking obvious, Xavier, but it seems like the boy doesn't know."

"I'd like to keep it that way, then. I have to be professional, though." Xavier spoke, before turning to face Aiden. "It was nice working with you,  Mr Rodriquez. I hope this won't be the last." They both shook hands and went to watch the photos that Aiden captured. 

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By the time it was noon, Xavier and Louis were heading to a restaurant to meet with some big timers, and to say the least, the boy was nervous. He wasn't sure if they'd like him and his modeling skills, and he just wanted them to approve of him, but Xavier told him that if it doesn't work, he was still an amazing model, and there were still a lot of offers from other big brands. Although the words relieved him, there was still a doubt deep inside, because after all, he was only a newbie to this industry. 

The car pulled up to a fancy restaurant, and Louis can feel his stomach churn in anticipation. He felt Xavier's hand placed on top of his, and smiled gently at him. He smiled back, and felt somewhat calm, as they both headed out, loving the fresh air and the aura that the people had around him. The restaurant was fancy, and had a cozy vibe. There were people lining up, and waited to be sitted, but the both of them went inside and went to the hostess, who had a comforting smile on her face. She reminded him of his mom, and he misses Jay terribly, and he wishes that he was back at home with his parents. 

The pair was led to a secured table that was far from the other customers. Louis couldn't help but admire the place. The chandelier was shining brightly above, along with smaller lights, and the walls were beige, with some gold designs. The tables were covered in a white sheet, with plates and different types of utensils on top. 

They had came to a hault, and Louis' heart stopped the moment he laid eyes on the person in front of him. His whole body was numb, and he suddenly forgot how to breathe. The man in front of him was the one who started it all, and he was shookt as fuck. The world must hate him, because standing in front of him is Harry's brother, Hayden. 

"Louis, we meet again, doll." 

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