Louis snapped his eyes open and pushed the alarm off his bedside table, breaking it in the process. Who the fuck put John Cena as his alarm ringtone!

'Wait, I don't have an alarm..' What job does he have to be at? Realising the day being Liam and Zayn's departure day, Louis screamed in the empty house, "Fuck you, Payne!"

Liam had always insisted on Louis to get up early and have a healthy start for the day, he's lucky he's not present, or else Louis would scalp him alive.

Who wakes someone up at 10 in the morning especially someone like Louis, whose morning starts from noon.

He smirked at himself thinking for a perfect payback.

Picking up his phone, he called Stan, "Party at my house, tonight."

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Harry slammed his file on the desk, not able to concentrate any further. The music blaring from the house opposite of his was making it harder for him to work.

After trying to focus for ten more minutes, he just couldn't take it and made his way out.

As he came across the party, he scrunched up his nose seeing people grinding on each other and making fool out of themselves by being clearly drunk. It was no wonder that there are illegal substances consumed by them too. Harry never liked parties, he was coddled a bit by his parents being the only son and also their only obedient child.

The noise was getting louder by each step he took getting closer to the house, he looked around trying to find Louis. Spotting him with his back towards Harry, he quickly walked up to him with the intentions of showing him the wrath of anger pulsing inside Harry.

But, he halted his steps few yards away when Louis turned towards him, too busy giggling at something his friends were saying to notice him. And wow! under the lights, Louis's blue eyes seem to be looking so beautiful and captivating framed by his thick lashes. Harry had never experienced such a breathtaking scene. Louis looked so gorgeous with those crinkles by his eyes and a smile so bright, Harry wished to always see him this way. Harry doesn't even know him personally but someone with a smile like that, should never be given a reason to not look like that.

He was too engrossed into his thoughts about Louis, to notice him walk upto Harry. "Hey!"

"U-um, hel-hello." The fuck is he stuttering!

"I didn't remember inviting you but someone this hot is always welcomed." Louis smirked. He's not drunk, not even a bit tipsy. He's completely aware of the things he's saying to his married neighbour.

"Yeah. Actua-" Harry regained his posture, but was cut off by Louis's friend hollering.

"Tommo, you're coming or not! The game's about to begin."

"Yeah, I am. Just wait." Louis turned towards Harry, "Do you mind holding my drink, I'll be right back." He took off in some random direction.

You see, Louis knows people like Harry don't belong to his type of environment and he has no doubt that Harry will follow him.

Harry does follow him, "No, Louis wait! I just need you to lower the volume!"

Louis could hardly hear his follower over the loud music while making his way to the living room where 6-8 people were siting in a circle.

Harry grabbed his arm to spin him around, caught by surprise Louis stumbles over him.

"Woah, getting a bit handsy, Mr. Style." Louis smirks.

Harry's eyes widen and soon drop his arms to his sides, but before he could react any further, Louis grabs his wrist and pull him down in the space left in between the circle.

Everybody present there turned their heads towards Harry since he seemed so out of their circle (ironically) in his suit and by being elder and having more money than all of them combined. He gulped under their stare.

"Relax." Louis was sitting next to him, he whispered in his ears, "There is no one here who knows you and people who do might know will forget that you were ever here in the morning. Do anything with anyone. Touch anyone. Fuck anyone. No one will come to know and no one has to." Louis's hot breath fanning his ears and those words were making Harry's dick twitch in interest.

Before Louis could bite his ear, a loud voice boomed, "Your turn, Lou! Truth or dare."

The bottle was pointing towards Louis, he looked straight into Harry's eyes, "Dare."

"I dare you to give a lap dance to anyone you wish among these people present in this circle."

"That's easy." Louis muttered.

Harry shifted seeing Louis bitting his bottom lip like that. He jumped slightly when Louis sat on his lap.

Louis placed his hands on the couch behind, and started rolling his hips. Harry sucked in an air feeling one of Louis's fingers trailing down his chest till the waistband of his trousers and then went up again. His other hand was going up and down Harry's thigh, brushing his fingers lightly on the man's semi-hard making Harry moan shamelessly.

Louis knew what he was doing. He made sure his crotch doesn't touch Harry's. He could see the level of sexual frustration in Harry's eyes. He smirked when Harry jerked upwards trying to get some friction, but Louis was quick enough to get off and turn his back to Harry.

Harry almost groaned, but then Louis soon plopped himself again on his lap, with his arse in contact with Harry's clothed dick.

He moved slowly and sensually on his lap, at times grinding and at times rotating his hips in figure eight. Louis threw his head back on Harry's shoulders, he wished to bit and leave a huge hickey on Harry's sharp jawline. But, he's not going to be the one to make the first move. Harry dropped his head on the area connecting Louis neck with his shoulders.

When Louis felt Harry's lips brush his collarbones, he got up. "That. Was. Hot!" Someone- maybe Ryan or Reggie- said. The people started cheering and only then Harry was snapped out of his sinful thoughts.

He hastily got up and dashed his way out, but was stopped by a hand around his wrist.

"Harry, wait." He turned to face Louis. "Thanks for helping me back there. I didn't really wanna choose from those guys, they're just horny bastards and I'm not really interested in them."

"No problem." Harry managed to reply.

"It's not like it meant something to you, right? You're married after all." Louis gave his infamous smirk, which was not suppose to look this hot.

"Of course, it didn't." The tent in Harry's trousers disagrees.

"I don't mind paying back the favour. Any place. Anytime. In any way." Louis winked.

And with that Harry left alone to come all over the bed sheet with the frame of his marriage turned down on the bedside table.

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Louis couldn't get his mind off of his daddy as fuck of a neighbour. The teen was used to getting whoever he wants, but with Harry it had to be the longest he had to wait.

He wanted to test how long could Harry wait before giving in to temptation? How long would this loyal act of his last? How long can he resist Louis Tomlinson?

Even though all Louis wished was to go and snog the life out of Harry and ride him till he sees stars, Louis would never give in first. That's just not who he is.

So, when he saw Harry getting into his car and driving off, he walked upto his house and rang the bell.

Nick opened up the door, clearly looking as if he just woke up, "Louis, what you do want?"

"Your husband."

"Huh." Nick straightened up.

"Where is he?"

"I think he's gone grocery shopping?" He furrowed his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Just, you know checking up on the neighbours. Being a good citizen and shit." Louis didn't exactly bother try to hide his attraction towards Harry styles.

Nick looked at him as if he's grown two heads, "Okay." 'Well, maybe the guy's just on drugs.' He was too sleepy to care.

"Zayn, I'm going grocery shopping." Louis yelled before running out of the house and climbing in Zayn's Mercedes.

"Well, that's a first." Zayn muttered.

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Louis purposely bumped his cart with Harry and looked up to see Harry's shocked face, "Didn't see you there. Oh, hey Harold."

Harry visibly gulped, "Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. It's Harry. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks." He turned away and stood on his toes to grab a box of coco puffs placed on the top shelf.

He huffed in feigned annoyance when he couldn't reach it, "Hey, Harry can you get that for me?" He fluttered his eyelashes.

"Yeah sure." When Harry went to grab the box, Louis interjected, "No, not that one" he pointed the one he was trying to reach, "this one."

The boxes were the same, there was absolutely no need to Harry to come behind Louis and reach above his head. Louis had turned around to face Harry.

The man's breath hitched seeing the close proximity between their lips and stopped his movements mid-air with one of his hand around the cereal box.

"Thank you, Harry. This means a lot." Louis whispered and bit his bottom lip. It really was just removing a cereal box, nothing great.

Harry eyed Louis's lips, he was unconsciously leaning in and so was Louis. The teen, who was smirking inside, aimed to kiss Harry on the cheek. But, by 'mistake' ended up kissing the corner of his lips.

"Whoops." He said giggling and moved away after grabbing the cereal box from a dazed and frozen Harry.

This seemed to snap Harry, with a mumbled 'no problem' he scurries his way out to some other aisle.

Louis saw him entering the frozen food aisle and rushed after him but not before stopping an old lady who was standing in the next aisle, making her way to the same one.

"Hey, when you enter the next aisle and see me with a tall man, who'll have curly hair and green eyes, will you just please comment that we make a cute couple?" Louis pleaded in hushed whispers.

"What will I get?" She folded her arms on her chest.

"Honestly, I don't really have cash only weed." He did have cash, but limited one since he needs it to buy the groceries.

"I'll take that."

Louis was a bit taken back, but then handed it to her cause hey, who's he to judge!

So when Louis moved in to stand next to Harry, the man gave him a smile and continued his work. He was very well aware of the boy's presence next to him and was wrapped up in his own thoughts.

"You two make a lovely couple." An old lady's voice made Harry spin and face her.

He just smiled in courtesy, while Louis grinned and mouthed a 'thank you', which went unnoticed by Harry.

When the woman turned away, Harry asked, "Why didn't you tell her that we're not a couple?"

"Why didn't you?" Louis raised his eyebrow. He shrugged, "It's not like I'm the married one."

Harry's face paled a bit and after that, he avoided going to grocery shopping for quite some time.

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