A/N: Since Taylor Swift wasn't really right for this story, I made up a character named Kitty Drift who's a cross between Taylor Swift and Katy Perry.

Warning: there is smut.

I really hope you like this chapter:) It was a lot of fun to write!

HAPPY PERFECT DAY

LOUIS / PAST

Eleanor wasn't the prim and proper lady she claimed to be, thank God. Our extended holiday in Bermuda was actually pretty amazing. She swore like a sailor, drank like a fish and danced like a stripper. She's the only person I ever met who was more boy-crazy than me, and that's saying something. Because she got so handsy with guys in the clubs, management told us to stick to the hotel. We mostly just shopped, drank and got high. Also, she taught me to tie a cherry stem with my tongue—information I knew would come in handy later with Harry.

The only downside was that Harry had nothing scheduled during the time I was away and I knew he would be bored to death without me.

Even though I had loads of fun with Eleanor I was happy to be back on tour with the lads. We were mostly knackered by the time we got on the bus but restless too. Dan, the bus driver on the North American leg of the tour, was with us at our worst—not young enough to be intimidated and not old enough to know better. He threatened to quit at least six times but never went through with it because as much as he hated us he also loved us. I suppose it didn't help that I liked to play a few pranks from time to time: Shoe polish on the steering wheel, driving off without him, hiding the bus, wet willies that sent him veering off the interstate... You know, the classics.

This was when Liam and I fought the most, when he claimed I took a joke too far, which was almost every joke since he had zero sense of humor. Niall too was often unimpressed by my antics but he just put his headphones on and tuned it out. Harry thought I was a menace but an adorable menace so he indulged me. I don't know that I would have been as tirelessly committed to mayhem if Zayn weren't there egging me on the entire time.

Somewhere between Dallas and Huston I employed what one might describe as a Guantanamo torture technique. Zayn and I had been singing the lyrics to Mr. Roboto over and over in Dan's ear for two hours straight.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modern man

"You do realize you're torturing us too," Liam said emerging from his bunk in flannel pajamas. "I'm trying to read."

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo

Dan snapped. "Enough!"

"Eh!" Zayn and I high-fived. We got him to crack. We won.

"It's not funny," lectured Liam. "You should apologize."

I clasped Dan's shoulder. "Dan isn't really mad, are you Danny boy?" He shook his head and grumbled.

Zayn fed him a Cheeto. "A peace offering."

"This is not funny," said Liam. "I'm quite serious."

Liam was about to get back in his bunk when he paused, noticing my Harry stretched out in the booth of the bus' living area innocently scrolling through his phone.

"I wonder how funny you think it would be if someone tortured young Harold here," said Liam.

I lowered my voice. "You wouldn't fucking dare."

Before Harry even realized that this argument was about him, Liam was on top of him, pulling him up into a headlock. Harry tried to wriggle free but Liam's forearm had too strong a grip on him and Harry was too gentle to kick and bite his way free.

"Give him back!" I hollered.

"Or what?"

Liam dragged Harry into the cramped bus washroom. I didn't miss a beat and darted after them. Niall and Zayn followed but did nothing. Zayn was soft on Liam so it was no surprise he was torn.

Liam locked the door behind him and Harry.

"Hmmmm, what should I do? Stick his head in the toilet?"

I pounded on the door. "Liam, I'm not playing. Open the fucking door."

"Hey, there's a marker in here. Harry, I'm giving you a beard."

"Liam!" Niall yelled. "Don't wreck the lad's pretty face. We've got a show tomorrow."

"Never mind. I have a better idea. Hold still, Harry."

"No, don't, don't!" I heard Harry shriek.

"Liam!" I was kicking the door now.

Seconds later Harry came bursting out. He fell into my arms, his joggers down around his knees.

Liam skipped out the washroom and held his phone triumphantly above his head. Harry tried to snatch it from him but nearly fell over.

Niall was the only one laughing. Zayn bit down on his lip shakily trying to conceal his own laughter.

"Hope you called your mum this morning because you're dead, Liam." I tackled him in the narrow corridor between the bunks. We rolled around on the floor, until I got him on his stomach and pinned an arm behind his back. He still wouldn't let go of the phone. It was tucked underneath him.

"I'm keeping this as collateral."

"Like hell you are."

"A Harry Styles dick pic. Wonder how much this is worth?"

"Is it worth your life?"

Liam was strong but I was fast and snatched the phone from under him. I ran to the opposite corner of the bus, behind Dan and scrolled through the pictures quickly deleting the ones of Harry.

"You ripped my pajamas!" Liam exclaimed.

I slapped the top of Liam's shorn head and tossed the phone back at him. "I also deleted your selfie with Rihanna."

"Nooooooooo!"

Zayn gasped. "Too far."

Harry pulled up his joggers and sniffled. Even he took pity on Liam and helped him up.

Liam seemed genuinely sorry too. He patted Harry's back. "Sorry about that mate. You were a casualty of war. I hope you know I would never send those pics out."

"I know," said Harry. "It's okay."

They were about to hug when I took Harry's hand and whisked him away into our bunk where I knew he'd be safe from all the Liams of the world.

Harry pulled his t-shirt over his head and I carefully examined every inch of him. His sun-kissed skin was blotchy and red.

"I'm fine, Louis, really."

"You are not fine! Look at you! You're positively feverish."

"That's because you're touching me."

"Oh." I smiled but continued my investigation; starting behind his darling seashell-shaped ears, down his long neck, over his chest, along the gentle swell of his ribcage as it contracted and expanded, and his belly, which dipped down into a valley of soft and deliciously unmarked skin. Then I noted a tiny welt on his fleshy hip and dove down to kiss it immediately, cursing Liam under my breath.

"He was just messing around," Harry sighed. "He'd do the same to Zayn and Niall."

"You're different."

"Why?"

"Because you're mine," I growled.

"Louis!" Harry reprimanded, cupping my face. "You don't own me!"

I turned and kissed his palm. "Mine."

"No! Not yours!"

I picked up his other hand and pressed it to my cheek. "This one's mine too. And this." I leaned down and took his bottom lip between my teeth. Harry tried to hide his smile but I caught it, and his dimple. "Mine."

I ran my fingers through his hair--also mine. He had started wearing it brushed back away from his face, entering a dimension of sexiness I didn't even know existed.

My kisses trailed down his temple and his jawline brushing past his smooth collarbone. "You belong to me, Harry."

He swallowed, his green eyes shining and wild. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I gently pulled down his joggers so I could admire his naked thighs. "Every part of you." My hands worked his inner thigh until he spread them wide, one knee resting on my hip. With his boxers taught I could see the outline of his c0ck. Harry's cheeks were crimson. His hands fisted the bed sheets. "Do you want to know what else is mine?" I said.

"Yes," Harry breathed.

I let my finger skim the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down slowly and throwing them off the bunk. I leaned down hungrily, ready to put my mouth on him when suddenly he turned over.

Confronted by Harry's pert bum I couldn't help but grin. "This wasn't my next thought to be honest but yes, definitely mine," I said and kissed his ass cheek.

Harry glanced over his shoulder at me, his lips bitten red and barely able to form the words. "Not there."

I laughed. "Where then?"

"You know where." Harry's boldness never ceased to amaze me.

I couldn't resist teasing him. I kissed his other ass cheek. He whimpered when I pulled away.

"Louis!" he cried pouting with frustration. He was so needy. I loved it. "Please."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Harry tried to push his bum closer to my face but I wouldn't give in.

"Put your mouth..." he started but couldn't finish. "Come on, you know what I want!"

"Yeah, I do, but I like to hear you say it."

"I can't!" Harry mewled.

"It's easy. Just say, 'Louis, I would like a rim job.'"

From the bunk beneath us Liam's voice boomed, "You know we can hear everything you're saying, right?"

"Good!" I barked back hotly. "Maybe you'll learn something!"

"I have no use for such information."

Zayn's groggy Badford accent chimed in, "You can use it on me bruh."

"Please kill me," Niall whispered into the darkness.

I thought Harry might have died of embarrassment just then but he still had a pulse. His entire body had gone beet red, including his cute ass, which I carefully spread apart with my hands.

"Don't worry, Harry," I said softly. "I'll take good care of you tonight."

I gave in and licked lines around his rim before finally planting a firm kiss. He sighed and ground his hips into the bed. I tried to reach underneath to touch him but he stopped me. "No, I want to cum from just your mouth. Just kisses."

Okay, wow, yes. I palmed my own hard-on through my boxers and dove back into his ass, licking and kissing the silky flesh that might have been a piece of heaven. Harry moaned softly into the pillow. As much as I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to give him what he needed even more and what he needed was to come apart tenderly beneath my lips.

"Can you keep talking while you do it?" he asked breathlessly. "Like, say the stuff you were saying before."

"Um, the lads might be listening."

"I don't care."

He was amazing like this—out of his mind with lust, blinking back at me with his full lips parted, just completely gone. Jesus.

"I need it, Lou," he said desperately through ragged breaths. "The words turn me on so much. Please take care of me."

"But I thought you disagreed," I mused, pressing my lips tightly to his rim and drawing lazy circles with my tongue.

"No, I agree! I'm yours," Harry whined raising his hips off the bed.

"You're mine," I cooed between kisses.

"Yes."

"All mine."

"Yes."

"You belong to me."

"Fuck yes."

I woke up first and let Harry sleep in. He was naked, face down and completely wrecked. I hopped off the bunk and whistled on my way to the bus' living area. We were parked. It looked like we'd arrived in Huston.

"Morning," I said cheerily. "Sleep well?" I poured myself a cup of tea.

The lads glared at me.

"You and Harry need your own bus," Niall said darkly spooning cereal into his mouth.

Judith had come by to check on us while I was still asleep. It was strange that she didn't stay to speak to Harry. She dropped off some magazines though. I nearly spilled my tea when I saw Harry's blurry face on the cover of US holding hands with Kitty Drift as they left the back entrance of a fashion show.

"When the fuck was this taken?"

Zayn shrugged, "While you were away in Bermuda, I think."

Even in this shitty photo Kitty looked electric, with a shock of light pink hair, red lips, and silver Louboutins. She was one of the few people on this Earth I could say had genuine star power. It was impossible to take your eyes off her, impossible to imagine her being anything else but famous. The only other person I knew who fit that description was Harry. In the photo Harry was unmistakably himself but he looked different somehow. He looked proud.

Just then, Harry emerged sleepily with a blanket around his shoulders. He was wearing my boxers. Backwards. I held up the magazine.

"Oh yeah, the fashion show. Why am I on the cover?"

"Because apparently you're secretly dating Kitty Drift."

Harry yawned and stole half a bagel off Liam's plate. "No, Judith said it was a one time appearance."

"You're saying Judith set this up? A blurry candid in an alleyway?"

"Of course!" said Harry.

"Why are there no pictures of you two at the actual show? Why wasn't it in the calendar?"

The band's joint calendar was Judith's bible. She put our every waking moment in there. Assistants and interns were fired for so much as a spelling error.

"It was in the calendar," insisted Harry. He pulled up his phone to show me but the slots for that date were blank. "That's funny. It's gone."

I had checked the calendar myself while I was away several times and never saw an appointment for Harry. I even felt guilty having so much fun knowing Harry was back in London doing nothing. Now this.

"Zayn, did you see this in the calendar two weeks ago?" I asked.

"Mate, I don't even know what day it is."

"Liam?"

He got up and left the table, still bitter about our fight last night.

Harry eyed me worriedly. "You do believe me don't you?"

That seemed to be Zayn and Niall's cue to leave.

I shrugged. "It just looks... You never mentioned it. It's not in the calendar..."

"I'm not dating Kitty!"

There was another magazine on the table. HELLO! This one had a story about Eleanor and me in it, though I hadn't made the cover like Harry.

Harry flipped to the story and with a raised eyebrow, mimicking my suspicious tone, said, "You two seem to have a lot in common."

"Well, we both love dick."

Then Harry came across a picture that confused him. "Who's that?"

I glanced over his shoulder. It was a photo Eleanor took of me poolside.

"Oh, that's just her brother, Edwin."

Harry's mouth dropped open. I could sort of see why. Edwin and I were sitting next to each other shirtless and he was the spitting image of his sister—thick chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, apple cheeks—as though all of Eleanor's beauty had been transposed onto a male form.

"Why didn't you tell me he was going to be there?"

"I didn't know! He just showed up at the airport. Maybe Eleanor wanted someone else there in case things got weird."

"Is he gay?"

"I don't know," I said, which wasn't the complete truth. I suspected that he was—he made a pass at me while we were drunk—but I was so annoyed at the fact that Harry didn't tell me about Kitty that I decided to keep this information to myself.

Harry looked wounded and jealous, and not in the kittenish way he was jealous of Zayn—he had leveled up to lion cub.

"This is not okay! How can you hang out shirtless with another maybe-gay guy for two weeks and not even think to mention it!"

"Oh, I don't know," I yelled. "Maybe because you're my entire fucking universe and all I ever think about. It didn't even occur to me that you would get jealous over something so trivial."

"You're jealous of Kitty!"

"She's a superstar and you didn't tell me about her."

"You didn't tell me about perfect Edwin and his perfect rugby player body." Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.

I took Harry's hands into my own. "Listen to me, you're perfect."

Harry's head fell onto my chest. "I'm so sorry, Louis. I should have told you about Kitty."

"It's okay. I probably should have mentioned Edwin."

"Probably?"

"No, I should have."

Then he gazed up at me, his nose brushing my cheek. "Am I still yours, Louis? Do I still belong to you?"

"Of course," I said... But I believed it a little less now.

A/N: What do you think about Harry and Kitty? Do you think Harry is lying?

What about Louis and Edwin? Should Harry be worried?

Will Niall ever get a good night's rest?

Let me know in the comments!