Smile For Him: Chapter Thirty-three
Ever since the day I met him, he’s picked me up from school. I barely know him. He takes me to places I’ve never seen before, and introduces me to people I never thought I would meet. I hate my rich school, and I hate my rich parents even more. But those few hours I get to spend with him are the best few hours of my day. And when he’s not around, I miss him. He’s not like all the other people I know, and perhaps that should scare me, but it doesn’t. He asked me to smile for him once. And when I did, I realise it was the first time I’d smiled in a while. - Harry.
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As Louis pulled into the pub car park he saw the unmistakable figure of Liam standing shivering, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. He had a scowl on his face.
Louis parked up in an empty space and got out of the car to greet his friend.
“You alright mate?” He asked, noticing Liam’s expression.
“This car is such a piece of shit.” Liam grumbled, kicking one of the back wheels with his foot. “But I can’t afford anything better at the moment. What do I do?”
Louis patted him on the shoulder. “Leave it here overnight, it’ll be safe. I’ll run you back over in the morning and we can see if we can do anything with it.”
Liam sighed, but nodded, following Louis to the navy Mini. He slid in the passenger’s seat, thankful for the warmth. Once Louis was strapped in the engine was brought to life.
“So, how’s things at home?” Liam asked, taking his beanie hat off of his head and placing it in his lap.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Just been chilling with the guys. Harry’s over as well, having a couple of beers and that.”
“That’s cool, I fancy a beer after that shift.”
“Rough night?” Louis asked, sounding his horn at a rabbit that was sat in the road. It made contact with Louis’ headlights before running off into the grass at the side of the road.
“Really rough. There were some kids in tonight who couldn’t have been older than fifteen. I refused to serve them, but they’re obviously friends with someone who was on shift tonight because they were absolutely hammered by about nine, causing a scene.”
“How shit, I saw them coming in as I left I think. Well there’s a cold beer waiting for you in the fridge, so just try and forget about those dicks.”
They fell silent for a moment, listening to the steady sound of the engine as they raced across the roads.
“How are things with Harry?” Liam asked, turning to his friend in the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, they’re good. Really good.” Louis replied biting his lip, clearing wanting to say more. “You don’t think…you don’t think mine and Harry’s relationship is weird do you? I mean with the age difference and stuff?”
Liam thought for a moment. “No. I don’t think so. It’s not even five years. He’s nearly eighteen isn’t he?”
“I’ll be twenty-two before he’s eighteen.” Louis admitted as if it were a dirty secret.
Liam just shrugged. “As long as you’re both happy, that’s the main thing. I just think…” He paused, wondering if what he wanted to say would hurt Louis’ feelings or not. Louis glanced at him questioningly.
Liam sighed. “I just think you need to be careful. It’s not the age gap really. It’s that…Harry is so young in a different way. Inexperienced I guess. I think you just need to remember that. Your Mum didn’t care that you’re bi. But Harry’s parents…what he says of them…just remember, when the time comes, and it will come, his parents might not be accepting, and it will be hard. Just bare that in mind, won’t you?”
Louis was silent for a good while. “I just don’t want to hurt him.” He said softly.
“You won’t,” Liam reassured, “but his parents will. And when they do, you need to be there for him, no matter what happens. And we’ll be there for him too, remember that.”
“You think he’ll bother? If his parents find out…when his parents find out, what happens if he decides he doesn’t want me?”
They were almost home now and Louis couldn’t help but be disappointed in a way. He hadn’t had a heart to heart with Liam in quite a while. Mainly because they had nothing sensitive to talk about. But with Harry…Harry was sensitive in many ways.
Liam didn’t know how to reply to Louis’ question. But as they turned into their road he said, “Do you really think, that after all those years of torment and hatred that Harry would chose his parents over you? You’ve given him more happiness and hope in two months then they have in their entire lives. Think about that. Remember it.”
Louis pulled into the driveway, a gentle smile on his face. They exited the car and just before walking through the front door Louis wrapped his arms around his longest friend. “Thanks.” He whispered into Liam’s ear.
Liam patted his friends back lovingly before dropping his arms. “Anytime, now where’s that beer you promised me?”
The first thing that hit them as they walked through the door was the smell. It turns out Niall and Zayn didn’t have just one joint’s worth of weed. Liam scowled the moment he recognised the smell and barged into the living room.
There he found the three boys giggling in a haze of light smoke. “You idiots.” He hissed, shaking his head at them before going to retrieve his beer from the fridge.
Louis entered the living room and saw the sight Liam had frowned at moments before. They were sat in a circle on the floor, eyes bloodshot. Louis watched as Harry, unaware he was being observed take a drag of the second joint that was being shared between the three. Surprisingly he took the pull with ease, smiling and eyes crinkling as he exhaled.
Too confused and shocked to say anything for the moment Louis marched into the kitchen, snatched Liam’s beer and took a long gulp.
“Get your own.” Liam muttered, snatching it back.
Louis did as he was told and got his own bottle from the fridge, popping open the cap and taking a large drink from his own without a word.
“Think they pushed him into it?” Was all Liam asked, eyes dull and unimpressed.
“I don’t know,” Louis replied, words sharp, “I’ll ask him shall I?” He stormed into the living room, this time the three boys inside taking notice.
“Hey Lou,” Harry gave a lazy smile to his boyfriend in the doorway. His voice was deep and slow. Had he not been so fucking high Louis might have found it sexy. But instead he gave a false smile back and said, “Let’s go outside. I need a smoke.”
Harry grinned in acceptance, handing the joint to Zayn and picking himself up off the floor. He followed Louis outside, rummaging in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter.
The moment Harry found them they were pinched from his hand. He watched with bloodshot eyes as Louis lit himself a smoke and taking a satisfying drag.
“So?” Louis asked, his blue eyes icy as he looked at his boyfriend.
“So?” Harry repeated, trying not to giggle and the unusual look Louis was giving him.
“What. The. Fuck?” Louis emphasised each word.
“What the fuck what?”
“Why?”
“Why what?” Harry repeated again.
Louis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Did they ask you to?”
“What…the weed?” Harry finally cracked on.
“Yes you fucking idiot, the weed. Why?” He had never called Harry an idiot before, at least not in a cruel way. But in the state Harry was in he felt it was justified.
Harry just shrugged, clearly not fussed. “It was my idea. I just wanted to try.”
Louis rolled his eyes. “Was it worth it?”
“I feel great.”
The older boy finished the last of his cigarette and stomped it out into the grass.
“Well good for you.” Louis replied bitterly. He didn’t get why he was so angry. Maybe it was because he wanted to try and keep Harry pure forever at least in some ways. The drinking and smoking was one thing, but weed was a whole new fucking deal. It only told Louis one thing…Harry was trying too hard. Way too hard. The boys liked him enough as he was. In fact they loved Harry. So why was Harry getting involved in this shit? To look cool? To impress people? It certainly wasn’t impressing Louis. But Louis realised he couldn’t control Harry, nor did he really want to.
“You mad at me?” Harry asked, touching Louis’ had lightly.
“Maybe a bit.” Louis admitted, not quite making eye contact with the younger boy.
“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I told you not to get involved in that kind of shit.”
“Well you did,” Harry shrugged, lighting up his own cigarette. “You did worse.”
Louis’ hands bundled up into fists, his jaw tight. “Who told you that?”
“The boys,” Harry said casually. “It’s okay. I don’t care that you did those things.”
“Well I do,” Louis fumed, “this shit isn’t cool okay? Never was, never will be. I’ve seen it ruin people’s lives, okay?”
“I’ll be careful, I promise…I’m sorry.” Harry gave Louis his best puppy dog eyes, slightly ruined by the redness.
Louis rolled his eyes in return, but pulled his boyfriend in for a hug regardless, leaning up slightly to kiss his forehead. “I just don’t want to see you make the same mistakes I did.”
“I won’t.” It seemed to be the truth then, but it was all lies they would both realised.
They kissed. Harry dropping his half-finished cigarette on the floor and wrapping his arms around Louis. Harry tasted of weed and beer, and Louis hated how familiar it was. Despite it all he pulled Harry into him, digging his nails into Harry’s shirt, causing him to whimper slightly.
“You want to go upstairs?” Harry suggested, stupidly seductive and irresistible. Louis debated with himself, hating how moments before he was angry with the boy now giving him bedroom eyes. It was unfair really, how Harry was starting to understand how sexy Louis found him. He knew all the right ways to set him off.
Louis groaned, more at himself in defeat, but grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him up the stairs, boner already straining in his jeans.
The moment the door was shut behind them their lips were attached. It was rough and desperate. Louis nipping at Harry’s bottom lip and digging his nails into his skin, making sure to punish the boy for the trouble he’d caused. And Harry let him, giving little moans and cries every so often, letting Louis know he was in charge.
After a few minutes Louis broke the kiss, pushing Harry away from himself so he landed on the bed. He sat upright and watched as Louis pulled his black t-shirt off, blue eyes still cold and icy, his hair a mess, and day old stubble littering his chin. Harry’s mouth practically watered at the sight, wondering how he was so lucky. He smirked as Louis threw his t-shirt to the ground, mouth a hard line. If only they knew…if only every single fucker knew what Harry Styles was doing right now. That would shut them up. It would make them blush. It would make them cry in pleasure and pain at how lucky he was.
Louis took two quick steps towards the younger boy, grabbing his wrists and pinning them behind his head. Louis kissed him again, forcefully and full of lustful rage.
“You make me furious.” Louis growled against his lips, keeping a firm grip on Harry’s wrists. Harry wanted to giggle, brain still hazy from the weed. He squirmed under his boyfriend, knowing it would make him mad.
Louis shot him a look. “Don’t move.” He ordered.
Harry didn’t listen, instead throwing his head back as a throaty giggle escaped. Louis didn’t find it funny. He unclenched his hands from around Harry’s wrists and sat up on his knees, straddling the younger boy.
Harry watched with curious smirk as Louis removed his belt buckle.
“Shirt off.”
Harry responded in an instant, pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor.
“Move.” Louis instructed, pointing towards the head of the bed. Harry did as he was told, but slowly. Inching up the bed, eyes joint with Louis’ the whole time. The moment his head was near the pillows Louis pounced. He grabbed Harry’s wrists again, this time wrapping the black leather belt around them, and looping it through his wooden headboard. He knotted it twice, making sure that Harry’s hands couldn’t escape.
“Comfortable?” Louis asked, one eyebrow raised.
Harry could only nod, mouth open a little in shock. He pulled a little on his restraints, realising the only way of escaping was being released by Louis.
“Good.” Was all Louis said before attacking Harry with kisses once more. He moved to his neck, nipping at the pale skin. Harry bucked underneath him, his wrists fighting the belt they were trapped in.
He hisses slightly as Louis sucked at the delicate skin, making sure to leave his mark. Harry jeans were tight, his cock begging to be realised. Harry could cry with frustration, but he realised that’s what Louis wanted.
Finally, Louis got the hint and popped Harry’s jeans open, shoving them down his thighs along with his underwear. Louis smirked at the sight of Harry’s erection, raising his eyebrows at the boy. He gave one long lick, causing Harry to groan deeply, but that was all he was getting. At least for the moment.
Louis unzipped his own jeans, and watched Harry’s reaction as he began to stroke himself. Harry was whimpering slightly, wanting nothing more than to break that damn headboard so his wrists were free to touch Louis. Touch himself. Touch anything.
Louis continued to watch the boy who was in agony. His eyes lustful. Harry’s mouth was better than his own hand, but he enjoyed Harry pathetic face too much at the sight of his boyfriend pleasuring himself. He didn’t want to give the little fuck the satisfaction of being able to make him cum.
Louis was panting now, knowing that if Harry continued to whimper like he was that he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Open your mouth.” He managed to say, his voice husky and deep.
Without a seconds delay Harry opened, tongue sticking out slightly. And with that Louis came, all over his boyfriend’s chest, and on his tongue. Louis wondered if he’d taken it too far, but smirked as he watched Harry swallow down the pearly drops happily.
“Hmm. I think I’m done.” Louis teased, zipping himself back up and getting off of the bed.
“No!” Harry cried, his voice strained and begging. He was aching, and thought he would pass out if Louis didn’t touch him soon.
“Bad boys don’t get pleasure. They get punished.” Louis stated, half serious.
“No…I’m not…” Harry could barely string a sentence together. He pulled at his wrists again. “Please.” He almost whispered.
“Say it again.”
“Please!” Harry said louder. Moments later he shuddered in relief as Louis’ mouth sank down on his cock.
“Fuck.” He breathed, eyes closed. He knew that if he looked at Louis right now, with his eyes framed by dark lashes that he would be finished right then. So he squeezed his eyes shut for as long as he could.
That was until Louis snapped, “Look at me!”
He did, and it was the sight of Louis’ eyes looking up at his own that set him off. “Fuck!” He cried again, cumming straight into Louis mouth.
After Louis had finished every last drop, he pulled Harry’s jeans back up and untied the belt with care. Harry sighed in relief once his wrists were free.
“You okay?” Louis asked, noticing his pale wrists were a little red.
“Perfect.” Harry admitted, pulling Louis into a cuddle.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Louis admitted, tracing his fingers along Harry’s wrists delicately.
“Me too.”
“It’s just…I was an asshole a few years ago. And stuff like weed was what started it all. I just don’t want to see you hurt by anyone, including yourself.”
“I know. I’m still a teenager I suppose.”
Louis grimaced, but laughed anyway. “Please don’t say it like that. It makes me feel dirty.”
“You are dirty.”
Louis slapped Harry’s chest playfully before noticing it was past midnight.
“Come on, I better get you home.”
“Really?” Harry protested, catching his t-shirt that Louis had just thrown at him.
“You don’t have any of your stuff with you. Besides I need to get up early and help Liam with his car anyway. You don’t mind do you?” Louis asked, hoping Harry wasn’t annoyed.
“So, you’re just gonna love me and leave me then?” Harry mocked, acting offended.
“Don’t be an arsehole.” Louis grinned, putting his own t-shirt back on. He pulled Harry up from the bed, engulfing him in a tight hug. “I love you.” He said into Harry’s shoulder.
“I love you too.” Harry replied, smiling lazily.
Harry had one last cigarette before the drive home, his hair a mess and his eyes still a little red. He hoped no one was up when he got home. He knew the only person who would be was Gemma, but he planned to sneak in quietly enough not to raise attention.
“I’ll see you later.” Louis smiled, giving Harry a peck.
“Night Lou.” Harry said just before shutting the car door.
He managed to creep into the house undetected, thankful that he knew the alarm code so as to not wake the entire street up.
He was almost at his room when his sister came shuffling through the corridor in her slippers.
“What are you doing?” She asked groggily. In one hand she held a hot chocolate with marshmallows, she used the other to rub at her tired eyes.
“I…just got in from Louis’.” He admitted.
Gemma just sighed. “Okay, whatever. I don’t want to know,” she sniffed the air slightly. “and have a shower, you fucking stink of smoke.”
Harry just muttered a response before entering his room, removing his jeans and crawling into bed.
He had just enough time to send Louis a goodnight text before drifting into unconsciousness.