A/N: Searching for gifs for this chapter really made me want to write a Zourry fic ;)

Warning: There's some smut ahead.

Happy AIMH anniversary!

HARRY / PAST

We pretended to hate the fact that we couldn't walk around in public like normal people but the truth was it gave us the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day. I lost all concept of time. Days were just a blur of flesh, bed sheets and fistfuls of Louis' flaxen hair. We had the curtains closed and guessed whether it was day or night. Most of the time we guessed wrong. I don't even remember eating, or if we did eat Louis got so distracted by sight of something in my mouth I hardly managed to get one bite-full before we were at it again.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"I don't know?"

"What time is it?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think it's morning?"

"Go check."

I tried to move but I was sore all over. "I can't. Everything hurts."

Louis groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his arm. "Ugh, don't say that. You're turning me on again."

"That is so wrong on so many levels."

"Yet it feels so right," he rolled onto his side to face me and propped his head up on his hand.

"You are like stuck in a bad novel right now."

"I want to do terrible things to you, Harry."

"More terrible than what you did to me last night?"

"That was at 2pm."

"Arggg. I need to go outside and see birds and shit."

"I was going to make a pecker joke but I'm too tired."

I reached across his chest to grab my phone and it took all my willpower not to give him a hand job.

"It's 3am."

"There might be some owls out," he said optimistically.

Looking at our nightstand I noticed a manila envelope management sent over, still unopened, that was filled with the details about Louis' new "girlfriend."

"You should read this," I said. "So you're prepared."

"Why? Aren't all girls basically the same?"

"No!" I picked up the folder and handed it to him. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, Agent Tomlinson..."

"Do I have a choice?" he grumbled. "Eleanor Calder... She sounds like a bloody school teacher!" He scanned the rest of the file. "...has one brother... Loves horseback riding, drawing and ballet." He yawned and tossed it back on the nightstand. "Being straight is exhausting."

I sat up and searched for my clothes, which were all neatly pressed inside the suitcase that I'd barely opened.

"Are you jealous?" he asked waggling his eyebrows.

"No," I laughed. I was annoyed that we had to go through with this very public lie, but it was the lying that bothered me. I'd had enough sex with Louis to know with absolute certainty that no woman could satisfy him.

"You're no fun," Louis said, eyeing my body appraisingly.

I bent over and tried to slip into my joggers before he could suck me back into bed where I would invariably lose another three days of my life. But I wasn't quick enough. Louis pounced on me from behind.

"Where do you think you're going, mister?" he whispered, latching onto my neck, nibbling and sucking on the tender spot he'd been abusing for days.

"There's got to be a 24 hour convenience store around here somewhere."

Louis sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down onto his lap. He was hard again. How?

"We can just order room service," he breathed, rolling his hips. "Relax." He slid his hands over my thighs and slowly eased them apart, laying gentle kisses down my spine. I shuddered with pleasure. "You like this, Harry? You like sitting on my lap?" He palmed my length and all the tiny hairs on my body stood on end. I closed my eyes and let his strong, lean arms tighten around my waist the harder he got.

"Yes-I mean, I just want some fresh air."

He pressed a smile into my back, his feathery fringe tickling the nape of my neck. "And I want you. I have needs you know."

I did know. Louis' needs were as vast and deep as the ocean. There wasn't an inch of my body he hadn't kissed a thousand times. There were no limits to the things he wanted to do to me and no limit to the things I would let him do. I had never belonged to someone so completely.

His breathing quickened and I arched my back, grinding back down against his hard-on, involuntarily obeying his body's demands. "Lou." A moan escaped my lips and I thought I was done for.

"That's it, baby." His tip pressed into the base of my spine. "Keep moving. Just like that... Fuck." I could feel his heart beating through his chest. He grabbed my hips and moved them faster. "This is so hot," he growled biting down on my shoulder. "Harry, Harry..." Craving more direct contact, Louis suddenly lifted me up and flipped me onto my back.

In the brief second I had before he straddled me, I took my chance and rolled out from under him. "Gotta go."

"Oi!" he snapped. Furious and out of breath he covered his throbbing erection with the bed sheet.

"I'll be back in thirty minutes, tops."

Louis pouted. "You're really going to leave me here like this?"

"If I get back in that bed, I'll never leave."

"I am not amused, Styles. I'm touching myself until you get back." He began brazenly stroking himself to lure me back to bed. I had to look away to not be tempted.

"Do you want anything from the store?"

"Whipped cream, electrical cord, one zucchini..."

"I'm getting you a bag of crisps."

One of our bodyguards, Jerry, was standing outside our room. I put on my sunglasses and meekly limped out the door.

"Can we go to a convenience store? I just want to pick up some snacks."

"I'll send someone. Tell me what you need."

"No, no I want to go. I need to... get out a little."

Jerry's hands-large as catcher's mitts-were clasped in front of him. "I haven't seen you and Tommo in a while. Days."

"We've been writing."

"You guys have been working hard."

I pursed my lips and sort of stared into space. "Really hard."

The concierge brought the car around. I slinked back into the leather seat my shoulder blades aching like broken wings. We were in Melbourne, circling the Southbank district immediately south of the Yarra. I saw a couple shops that were closed and then we spotted a 7-Eleven off Riverside Quay.

I hopped out. I knew I looked like an arsehole wearing sunglasses at night, so when someone actually yelled out, "arsehole" I didn't take it personally. While the sunglasses helped to conceal my identity my unruly hair was the dead giveaway so I borrowed Jerry's Red Sox hat when we went into the store. I sort of had a Unabomber vibe going on but it could have been worse. I could have been wearing that god-awful fedora Liam tried to pull off in Spain.

I cruised the candy aisle. The florescent light was doing my blotchy oversexed skin no favors. I knew Louis liked salt and vinegar crisps, so I grabbed a bag of those. I got multi-grain crackers for myself and some Fizzy Pops because I heard that they were great for giving blowjobs and Lou would get a kick out of that. I did pause for a moment at the rack of electrical cables but kept walking.

There was nobody else in the store but the cashier, a twenty-something woman with a long dark braid over shoulder who was looking at me sideways. I was pretty much ready to check out when I noticed the magazine rack. I was not someone who was constantly googling myself, but somehow seeing my name in print was a little harder to resist. There was my face, well all of our faces, on the cover of Cosmo Teen. I didn't even know they made a younger version of this-I just remember my sister stealing my mum's copies and those were definitely not for teens.

I discretely picked it up and tried to make it look like I was grabbing the fishing mag behind it, though who was I kidding?

It was an interview with each of us. I vaguely remembered it based on the questions. We were at the Four Seasons in LA doing publicity for the new album. They split us up. I was interviewed alone, so I didn't hear what the others were asked or what they answered. Before Louis and I got together, these questions and the answers to them were the most boring thing in the world, but now I was riveted.

In one question the others were asked:

"If you had to choose one bandmate to save from a burning building, while letting the others parish in a fiery death [Jesus, Cosmo Teen!] who would it be?"

Liam: I'd pick Harry. He's the highest profile celebrity out of all five of us. I'd need him on board if we're gonna succeed as a two-piece.

Niall: Gee thanks, Liam. Uh, I'd pick Liam because he's the sanest one of the lot. But I'm thinkin' of changing my answer since he just let me burn to death!

Louis: This is a no brainer. Zayn. I love him. He's my best mate. I can't picture my life without him.

Zayn: Aw thanks, Louis. And I'd pick Louis because he's my best mate and my partner in crime. I've got his back no matter what.

I closed the magazine, nearly ripping it in half, and tucked it under my arm. Why was I so furious about this? This is Cosmo Teen, not The Guardian. It's entertainment, not any kind of meaningful journalism. Still I read it over and over again on the car ride back.

Jerry leaned over, "Do you want to do anything else while were out. Maybe grab dinner. There's a kebab place open a few blocks away."

"No, I need to get back to the hotel. Immediately."

Someone had probably spotted me earlier and tweeted our location. There was a group of girls riding the elevator at the hotel in hopes of catching a glimpse of us and another pair stationed by the stairs. Jerry tried to stave them off but they were determined.

"He's here!"

There were only five by the elevator. I agreed to take a selfie with each of them and sign any merch they brought. One of them looked at the magazine I was carrying. "You like Cosmo Teen?"

"I-um. I read it for the articles." Wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

Back in my room, Louis was where I left him. Naked with the bed sheet tangled between his legs. "Did you get my zucchini?"

"No, but I got this." I shoved the magazine in his face.

"K. You're being weird."

"Turn to page 36."

Under normal circumstances I would have stripped down and jumped in bed next to him. Instead I sat in the armchair and leaned forward like a police interrogator.

"I remember this interviewer. She was a twat. What am I looking for?"

"Keep reading."

His blue eyes darted across the page until he got to the relevant passage. He sighed and smiled his easiest of smiles, "Baby, I was just throwing them off the scent."

"She wasn't asking who you'd like to fuck."

"Definitely you."

"Do you have feelings for Zayn?"

Louis blinked. "Wow. Are you hearing yourself right now?"

I reached over to reread the article to make sure I wasn't going crazy. Louis slapped my hand. "No, no more Cosmo for you."

I reached for it again and he pulled me down onto the bed. This time he meant business. He got me on my back and pinned my arms above my head, wrestling my legs apart with his knee until his compact body fit snugly between them. I was still mad but felt a familiar stirring deep in my groin.

"I'm serious, Lou. I want to talk about this."

He nuzzled my curls. "Hmmmm, I know kitten. You're so sexy when you're angry." He kissed my ear and slowly dragged his tongue down the length of my neck.

"I'm really, really mad!"

Louis yanked off my joggers and boxers in one smooth motion like a sex magician. "You're right. I've been bad. You should punish me."

I blushed and couldn't help but smile. Why did he have to be so irresistible? Sensing my weakness he slipped a hand behind my neck and pulled me into a deep, sultry kiss.

"What should your punishment be?" I said.

"You decide. My fate is in your hands."

"Well, I did pick up Fizzy Pops at the store..."

"You didn't!" Louis scrambled over to the shopping bag and fished them out. Sitting up on the bed, he ripped open the candy package and squeezed my cheeks, "Open wide."

"Hey, I'm supposed to be in charge, remember?"

He smirked and began feeding them to me one by one. They crackled and popped the second they hit my tongue. His eyes widened with anticipation.

I quickly took him into my mouth, sucking and popping simultaneously around his shaft. He twitched in my mouth, right on the brink of pleasure and pain.

"Oh my God. Harry..."

Just as I was forgiving and forgetting-Zayn walked into the room. "Oh good, it's just you guys."

I stopped what I was doing immediately and wiped the drool pooling on my chin. "Yeah, the two of us, mate!" I said, trying my damnedest to cover Lou with the sheet.

"Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

That was precisely what I was worried about.

Zayn had gotten a new tattoo and the bandage was wrapped around his forearm. His head was shaved on one side and he wore one of his metal T's and acid wash jeans with a pair of Niall's vintage Reeboks. On anyone else this outfit would have been a trainwreck but on him it was flawless. Damn him.

"Judith's in Liam's room," said Zayn as I got dressed. "They're talking about our behavior in Sydney."

I tried to remember what happened at that show but came up with nothing.

"What did we do this time?" Louis said. Since he wasn't going to look for his boxers I went looking for them.

"A janitor found certain paraphernalia in one of our dressing rooms and went to the press." Zayn picked at his bandage. "Okay, my dressing room."

Louis laid back in bed and put his hands behind his head. "Who cares?"

"They don't give a shit about me, they want me to go to rehab to 'get ahead of the story'... They're threatening to cancel my contract."

"Fuck them. You're irreplaceable."

"I missed the Today Show, I was late to the VMA's..."

"Here, put these on," I said to Louis as I chucked a pair of sweatpants at him.

"Judith's going door-to-door, looking for me. Niall's stalling her but when I tried to leave the hotel there were like forty girls downstairs in the lobby and even more waiting outside."

Louis turned to me, "Well done Mr. I Need Fresh Air."

"I did though."

Zayn, for all his posturing was really stressed and Louis sensing this hopped up out of bed and put an arm around him. "Don't worry, mate, I'll handle it. We just have to give them something else to worry about. Something worse."

Then out of nowhere he picked up the lamp and smashed it against the wall.

Being in a band that was currently playing stadiums I shouldn't have been so shocked by this classic 'trash the hotel room' behavior but I was, and I think Zayn was too for a second. But then he grinned and picked up the other lamp and threw it against the door. It smashed into a colorful mosaic against the cream carpet. They cracked open the mini bar. "Rum and Coke anyone?" He poured the two liquids onto the carpet and the drapes.

"Stop!" I yelled. "That's enough."

Louis was just getting started, though. I tried to physically stop him but he ducked past me like a running back. He had the base of the lamp in his hand and was now using it to shatter the bathroom mirror and the shower's glass doors. We thought we heard something outside in the hall but nobody was there. I was absolutely horrified. Zayn could not stop laughing. Stumbling out the bathroom, I noticed a cut on Louis' arm but that didn't slow him down. He began stripping the bed and throwing the sheets then the comforter and pillows out the window. There was blood everywhere.

"Quick, help me with the chair," he called to Zayn.

I gave up and buried my face in my hands.

Nobody outside seemed to notice the sheets and the pillows, but they sure as shit noticed the chair. There was a loud crack as the wood hit the pavement. Employees began scrambling around outside and security was called.

"Do you think we can fit the mattress through the window?" Lou asked.

Zayn furrowed his brow. "You take the bottom left, we'll lift it sideways."

A large crowd had gathered down below. The same girls who I posed for selfies with were now filming the whole spectacle with glee.

Zayn, careful not to let them see him, had moved onto drawing on the walls, while Louis proceeded to toss out anything else in the room that wasn't bolted down. The fans had zero sense of danger and were nearly impaled by the ironing board.

"Now hide," Louis instructed. "Both of you. Go to Harry's room." Zayn and I ran out of Louis' room and hid next door in mine.

There was a loud banging at Louis' door. It was hotel management and our handler. I could hear Judith apologizing on our behalf and begging them to be discreet.

I stepped out in the hall like I had been in my own room the whole time.

The hotel manager a short man with swooped blonde Lego hair immediately threatened to call police despite Judith's pleas. She got on her cell.

"Sorry mates, I may have gotten a little out of hand here tonight."

"I want this one out! Find another hotel."

"We can't brief our whole security detail with so little notice," Judith screeched covering the receiver with her hand. "It's the middle of the night." Then she went back to the call. "No, it's Louis... No, I have no idea what the fuck he's on...I'm trying!"

Some of the hotel staff had entered the bedroom, surveying the damage. One whistled.

Another said, "What's that smell?"

"Rum."

Louis shrugged. "It could be worse... It could be blow."

"We'll pay for everything," said Judith.

"Yeah, she'll pay," Louis said.

She shot him a murderous look, then turned to the manager. "Can you please arrange another room on this floor for him?"

"Excuse me?" the hotel manager said.

"No worries," Louis interjected. "I'll get my things and bunk with Harry for the night."

"I don't want you anywhere near Harry," she hissed.

Old Lego hair interjected, "I don't have anymore vacancies for this animal."

"It's okay Judith. He can stay with me." I stepped over the broken lamp and began collecting his things.

It was awful--the hotel manager's rage, Judith's fury. It would be plastered across the Internet the next day and Louis would take a big hit, but I understood why he did it. He tried to make Zayn look better by making himself look worse. Much worse. And based on Judith's hysterical phone call with Kevin, it worked. Zayn's scandal was now a distant memory compared to hurricane Louis.

We shook the glass off our toiletries in the bathroom. Louis filled one knapsack full of stuff and carried it on top of his head to my room.

"Coming through," he said, shouldering Judith out of the way.

"Oh, and Tomlinson, your first date with Eleanor is now an extended-fucking-holiday. Pack your bags. You're leaving tomorrow."

He gave her the finger.

I tucked the rest of his clothes into a plastic bag and Judith helped carry his notebooks and laptop.

Her phone kept pinging angrily-texts from Kevin, no doubt, but also push notifications on social media about the scene.

"I think we got everything," I said. As I was about to exit, she shut the door.

"A word of advice," she said thumbing through his notebook. "Start putting a little distance between you and Louis."

I shuffled my feet. "What do you mean?"

"I know you two are... close. But I've seen these kinds of relationships a million times. You might feel like this is real when you're on tour and locked up in your hotel room all day, but these feelings are all just a product of your isolation. Like Stockholm Syndrome. This isn't what real relationships look like. And as talented as he is, the boy is not good for you, you're bigger than this." She gestured to the wrecked room behind her.

If Judith was right, if I was bigger than this, why did her words make me feel so small?

Back in my room, Zayn and Louis were sitting by the window smoking.

"My work here is done," said Louis, bowing, a cigarette dangling from his lip.

Zayn stroked his cheek. "My hero."

"Well," I said, picking glass out of my sweatshirt, "isn't that sweet."

I pictured the hotel on fire, Louis and Zayn emerging triumphantly from the flames.

"Oh, I almost forgot," said Zayn. He carefully removed the tape from his bandage to reveal the tattoo beneath. Louis' eyes lit up.

"For you, Lou." It was a blue eye artfully embedded into his other tattoos-a labyrinth of skulls, snakes and flowers. "Here's mine," he said pointing to a brown eye. "I did the sketch myself."

This was almost too much for me to take.

"I'm turning in," I said. "You lads can stay up, go to sleep, do what you want, I don't care."

"Oi, don't you want to see?"

"Not really," I said, more hurt than I'd realized.

Zayn came over to me in the bed, "Look," he said, "there's Louis and me and you."

He pointed to my green eye, next to his brown eye and Louis' blue eye. "You didn't think I'd forget you, baby brother," he said ruffling my hair.

I didn't know what to say. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever done for me.

Louis grinned. "My green-eyed monster."

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter!

It's a bit longer than usual. Let me know if you prefer longer or shorter chapters.