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LOUIS’ P.O.V.

“Stop it! I don’t believe you,” I laugh hysterically as Harry finishes telling me about the time he got sent home from pre-school for getting bit by a little boy he had tried to kiss, “You’re kidding.”

Harry shakes his head, tears from laughter forming in his eyes, “I told him that he was pretty and then when I leaned forward, he bit my shoulder. Like I was bleeding and everything. I know that my mum was trying not to laugh; probably the nurse, too.”

I pull Harry closer to my chest; Both of us still in our underwear. We stayed true to our plans and haven’t done anything sexual all night. It’s been nice, honestly. Of course, every time his crotch grazes mine, all I want to do is hold him down and grind into him until we both cream our pants. I don’t, though. I don’t even try to touch him. Not like that, at least. We haven’t stopped touching each other elsewhere, though. I’ve been playing with his hair, while he traces the lines of my tattoos and asks me more about them.

“Why this one?” he’d ask. Sometimes I’d have a good answer, but a lot of the time I’d just shrug and say, “Because.”

My phone buzzes on Harry’s bedside table, so I roll on top of him and reach for it. It’s a text from Marcy asking if I was still picking Emma up from school today.

“Who’s texting you in the middle of the night, Lou?” I simply smirk at Harry , pecking his lips carefully from my spot across his body.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, straddling his hips, “And it isn’t the middle of the night anymore. It’s five in the morning.”

Harry’s eyes bulge for a moment and then he lifts up to capture my lips with his own again. His hands trail down my sides, resting on the top of my bum, “I don’t want to go to school today.”

I grin, “What a coincidence; I don’t want to go to work.”

Harry slips his hands under the waistband of my boxers, digging his fingers into my skin lightly, “How’s about we skip?”

I smile against his lips, placing my hands on either side of his face, “I wish I could, love.”

Harry pulls back, resting his head on the pillow and pouting, “Why can’t you?”

I brush some pieces of hair out of his face and mimic him, “I actually have tons of paperwork to do.

There’s been this kid distracting me for a week now, and I’ve done nothing.”

Harry smiles proudly, “I wish I could come with you.”

“And distract me some more?” I joke, “But, I wish you could as well.”

Harry blushes, his eyes shifting around the room as he speaks quietly, “Can I?”

I sit up in his lap, my hands resting on his chest, “Can you come to work with me?”

He nods, stroking my thighs absently.

“What would I say to my brother?” I question, and I can’t believe that I’m actually considering this.

Harry shrugs, “Tell him that I’m an aspiring lawyer, and that I would like to help around the office free of charge to get a feel for the field.”

I start to laugh, but it really isn’t a bad idea. In fact, I could easily make it a regular thing, “You know- That’s actually not a bad idea. Would you actually help, though?”

Harry nods excitedly, sitting up completely, “Yeah, I’d do anything you needed. Your brother, too.”

I smirk, “You only do things for me, babe, but honestly; you want to do that?”

He wraps his arms around my waist and smiles brightly, “Yes, absolutely! There’s even a program through the school that allows you to go to school half-days if you are getting work experience as well. I could look into it!”

I chuckle, kissing his forehead, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Today you’re just skipping school and getting a feel for the place.”

He nods, physically trying to calm himself, “Sounds good. I’ll have Gemma call me out, since I’m-“ he coughs dramatically, “Sick and all.”

“She won’t wonder where you are?” I inquire.

He shrugs, “If she does, I’ll tell her the truth. She already met you, and it totally fits the script that you pulled out of your ass.”

I laugh, because he is right, “Perfect, then. Let’s take a shower before she wakes up and then I’ll go home and come back to get you. You’ll have to dress nice, yeah?”

Harry pretends to think about it, pursing his lips, “Only if you let me suck you off in the shower.”

I throw my hands up, “If you’re going to be a lawyer, you need to work on your bargaining tactics! But, yes. I will let you get me off in the shower. I might even return the favor if you’re lucky.”

I definitely return the favor.

.....

HARRY’S P.O.V.

“Gem?” I knock on her bedroom door just after Louis leaves. She groans loudly and then mutters something that resembles, ‘come in’.

I open the door and she’s spread out on her bed, hair covering her face, “Well, good morning, sleepy head.”

She groans again before opening her eyes, “What do you want?”

“I need you to call me out of school,” I walk over to her bed and drop the house phone next to her, “Please.”

She rolls over to face me and does a once over, “Why are you wearing a fucking suit?”

“Because,” I whine, “I’m going to start an internship at a law office. Just call the school and tell them that I’m sick.”

“What are you talking about?” She sits up, holding the phone and still staring at me.

“Remember Lo- Mr. Tomlinson?” I ask, and she nods slowly, “He’s a lawyer and he offered me an internship at his office.”

“And you expect to just skip school all the time?” She questions, but starts t dial the phone number.

“Of course not,” I roll my eyes, “Just today, so I can go in and get an idea of what it is. Then, I’ll get approval to have half days at school. Just call, please, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

She shrugs, shaking her head as the phone rings, “Hello, this is Anne Cox. I’m calling on behalf of my son Harry Styles. Yes, he won’t be in today, because he’s under the weather... Yes, I’ll tell him. Thank you.”

She throws the phone at me after hanging up, “The front desk bitch said to feel better. Now go away.”

I lean over and kiss her cheek, avoiding the smack she sends my way, “Thanks, Gems! Don’t wait up; I’m staying at Niall’s tonight.”

She doesn’t respond, so I assume she’s already asleep.

By the time I have my things packed for Niall’s, and my hair is laying down the best I can manage (even though I still look a bit homeless), Louis is pulling in front of my house. My phone starts to ring, and I pick it up quickly, “Hello?”

“Your chariot awaits,” he says in the most posh accent possible.

“You’re a loser. I’m coming,” I laugh and put my phone in my pocket, gather my bags, and make my way downstairs. When I walk outside, Louis is standing in my driveway at the passenger’s side of his car, holding the door open.

“Good morning, Harry,” Louis winks as I approach. I don’t hug or kiss him in case someone is watching. I climb into his car instead, tossing my bags into the back seat as he jogs over to his side of the car.

Once he’s inside, he squeezes my hand in his, smiling excitedly, extremely energized for the morning after an all-nighter. Our playtime in the shower seems to have energized him, while I just feel sated and content.

“You look really nice, H,” he compliments as he puts the car in reverse.

I stick my tongue out, “Not as good as you. My hair never looks good slicked back like yours unfortunately.”

Louis rolls his eyes, “Harry, you always look good. Just take the damn compliment.”

I shrug, “Fine, then take this one: Your ass looks fantastic in those slacks.”

Louis scoffs, “Are you trying to say that it doesn’t always look fantastic?”

I stumble over my words, trying to recover myself, “Of course not! I just meant- I mean, you-“

“I’m kidding, Harold! Calm yourself,” Louis teases as we turn onto the main road, still hand-in-hand.

After driving in content silence for a while, Louis clears his throat, “So, when you meet my brother, just let me do the talking at first, alright? He’ll try to talk to you and all, but he just teases, so don’t take him too seriously.”

I nod slowly as Louis turns into a car park in front of a row of businesses. He pulls his hand away and I try not to physically pout, “So basically, he’s a lot like you?”

Louis frowns, “I’m serious sometimes!”

“Yeah,” I bite my lip, “Sometimes, is the key word, though.”

“Alright,” Louis leans over, pecking my lips ever so quickly, “I’ll be sure to make jokes the next time I’m sucking your dick. Maybe making you laugh will be just as great as making you come, hmm?”

I shake my head as I reach over and squeeze his thigh, “Don’t think so. On your knees is one place that you’re pretty serious.”

Louis just rolls his eyes and opens his door. He grabs his briefcase, and I feel awkward and empty-handed. I follow behind him and stuff my hands in my pockets, uneasy and a bit nervous.

When Louis opens the door, I catch it behind him, allowing him to enter the office first. The lights are on, but it’s very quiet. That is, until-

“Henri!” Louis yells, tossing his jacket and briefcase onto an empty leather chair.

A few seconds later, an older, but still very handsome man appears in one of the doorways, skimming over papers in his hands.

“Lou, did you ever-“ he looks up and notices me behind Louis. He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t really do anything. He just asks, “Who’s that?”

He’s not angry, or rude, just disinterested.

“This,” Louis waves for me to come closer, “Is Harry. He’s my protégé.”

Henri scoffs, losing the serious nature he seemed to have before, “You picked the wrong brother to learn from.”

He walks over and extends a hand to me, which I take shyly, “But, welcome nonetheless. I’ll try to re-teach you things the right way when Louis here screws you up.”

I giggle quietly, glancing at Louis, who now has his hands on his lips as he taps his foot on the floor.

“Don’t listen to anything he says,” Louis retorts, “He’s just trying to look busy, but a hundred bucks says he’s playing Skyrim on the desktop in there.”

Henri rolls his eyes, but the second Louis bolts for his office, Henri runs after him. I simply stand awkwardly in the office, wondering how these are two grown men with children.

“I knew it!” Louis yells, and then he starts laughing.

He reappears in the doorway, but Henri doesn’t follow.

“You’re a prick, Louis. Fucking dragon’s after me now,” Henri booms, groaning at his computer.

Louis simply ignores him, leading me through another door into what I assume is his office.

“You can shut the door, H,” he says quietly as he sits at his desk. He messes with his computer until music starts playing, and then he leans back, hands behind his head, “Sit down.”

I pull the chair out in front of his desk, but he tisks at me, “No, right here.”

He glances down to his lap, and my eyes widen, “But-“

Louis smiles, whispering, “He’s occupied. Lock the door and come sit on my lap, love.”

My heart begins to pound in my chest as I turn the lock and slowly walk around Louis’ large desk. I start to sit down, my back facing him, but he tuts, “No, turn around, Harry.”

I shake my head, grinning timidly, “Like this?” I ask as I turn around, resting my knees on either side of his lap.

He nods gratefully, placing his hands on my hips, “Just like this.”

I rest my hands on his shoulders and lean down to kiss him. It’s deep and slow, his tongue gently prodding my lips open. The music covers the sound of our breathing and lips smacking. He’s slow and steady as he grinds his hips up, eliciting a small moan from my throat. He pulls away then, eyes fluttering open as he grins, “You’re perfect.”

I laugh breathily, “No, you are. Is this some sort of sick fantasy? Always wanted to fuck on your desk or something?”

Louis pretends to be offended, “No, it’s okay with me if we fuck on your desk instead sometimes.”

“I don’t have a desk,” I protest with a hint of sass.

“You do, though,” Louis smirks as his hands travel down to my arse, “You’re going to be up front. You’re pretty face can attract clients,” he kisses my neck tenderly, “And that sexy voice can forward calls.”

“Regular old slutty secretary, eh?” I joke and he hums in agreement.

“Only for me, though,” Louis breathes deeply, “If my brother has you bent over his desk, I’ll have something to say about it.”

This really has me laughing, “Never, Louis. Only you.”

God, he has no idea how much I mean that.

Notes

So i know I promised these updates on Mondays, but I pulled an all-nighter and wrote a paper, so it's a day late. still better than a month, right?! :D xx love you all! please comment!

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