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The clanging of keys distracted Louis for a moment and he half lifted his head toward the sound.

“What’s he doing?” Lara asked.

“Haz?” Louis called out, but all they heard in response was the front door slam shut.

Their eyes met in confusion and a few moments passed before Lara pushed at his chest.

“Can you get off me?”

Louis looked down at her as though he were deep in thought before rolling off her.

“I thought he was going to have a hit.” He said.

“A hit?”

“Coke. That’s what he used to do.”

Lara sat up, momentarily forgetting she was not wearing any clothes.

“Harry does coke?” She asked.

“Used to. I already told you about that.” Louis rose to his feet and shamelessly looked at her body, his hard on still evident, until Lara self-consciously grabbed her top and held it to her
chest.

“What just happened?” Lara heard herself say, unable to believe that five minutes earlier she had been underneath Louis, letting him kiss and touch her. She shook her head as if to clear it, but still felt the haze of alcohol settle on her brain. Louis shrugged as if to dismiss her words and made his way into the living room. Sure enough Harry was gone, and as Lara struggled into her jeans she wondered if she could catch up him. As she headed for the door, Louis’ voice stopped her.

“Where are you going?”

“Harry.” She said simply.

“Just leave it.” Louis said looking annoyed. “He’s gone now.”

“He shouldn’t be driving.” Lara said. She dialled his number but his phone automatically went to voicemail. She paused for a moment not knowing what to do. Louis’ words echoed in her brain and she looked at him puzzled.

“What do you mean that’s what he used to do?” She asked.

“When we used to…” Louis trailed off. “Do stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Girls. Coke.” Louis smirked to himself before disappearing in his bedroom. Lara followed to see him grab his shirt from the floor and pull it over his head.

“Can you be a bit more specific?” She said testily.

“What? Hasn’t Harry told you?” Louis teased.

“No, but I bet you’d love to.”

“We used to fuck the same girls.” Louis said staring her straight in the eye. “Together.”

“When?”

“Way before your time.” He said. “It was our thing… until Julian found out and freaked out.”
Louis stumbled slightly as he headed toward the couch and sprawled across it.

“What happened?” Lara asked. He shifted over slightly and she sat down on the couch with him.

“He found out about all the girls and wanted to send us to sex rehab.” Louis said with a dry laugh. “Then he found out about the coke and wanted to send us to dry out.”

“Did he?”

“Nah, he’s a fucking twat. He got scared we’d be found out and then God forbid what that would do to our reputation.” Louis’ heavily hooded eyes regarded her, “They quickly figured out that Harry was fucking around, so they threatened him with a few things and he suddenly became a good boy. And that’s when you came in.”

Lara listened to his words carefully. Management had never exactly specified why they had hired her, only saying that Harry was too busy with work to find a long term girlfriend. It hadn’t been long until they fell into a sexual relationship but even when she had wanted more he had fobbed her off.

“I’m fucked up, don’t you understand that?”

He had told her once and she had struggled to understand why he didn’t want to commit. It was all starting to take shape now. He had been catapulted into fame at such a young age and that came with temptations which were probably hard to resist. How ironic that these temptations had to be nipped in the bud by his managers. They pushed him into a world of excess but then expected him to be a squeaky clean pop star.

“They keep reminding him that there’s life after One Direction…” Louis added.

“What about the others?” Lara asked.

“Zayn’s told them to fuck off and fire him if they don’t like it. They like Niall too much to piss him off and Liam… well he just does whatever they say. So did Harry… until he met you.”

“And you?”

“They just put up with me.” Louis grinned. “I try and tempt Harry every now and then… sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Obviously today it didn’t.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to face him.” Lara said covering her face with her hands. She also didn’t know how she was going to face Louis again, especially once the alcohol haze disappeared tomorrow. Louis, on the other hand, seemed so blasé about the whole situation as he now tapped her on the thigh.

“He’s the one who started it.” Louis said with a shrug. ”He’s the one who made us kiss.”

Lara breathed in deeply at the word kiss, still feeling the sensation of Louis’ lips on her face and body. She glanced up to see Louis staring at her closely.

“Did you enjoy it?” He half mumbled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She responded.

“It felt like you did.” He smirked. “You just laid there and took it so well.”

His hand now rested on her thigh and Lara looked down at it before returning her gaze to Louis.

“I wonder what would have happened if Harry hadn’t walked out.” He mused.

“Nothing would have happened.” Lara said evenly.

“It didn’t look like that to me.” Louis replied. “Weren’t you the one that was naked a few minutes ago?”

“Very funny.” Lara mumbled uncomfortably.

“I thought it was kind of sexy actually.” Louis said.

“I’m not sexy.” Lara said.

“Cute then? Cause I think you’re pretty damn cute.”

“I’ve got to go.” Lara said after a moment.

“And leave me like this?” He asked taking her hand and placing it on his obvious hard on.

She could feel him grow bigger at her touch and she shook her head as he held her hand down so she couldn’t pull it away.

“Please?” He whined. “Just use your hand. Harry doesn’t need to know.”

There was a teasing lilt to his voice and yet his blue eyes were wide and earnest. Lara paused thoughtfully before cupping her hand over him, slowly massaging until he let out a little whimper of pleasure.

“Louis?” She said.

“Yeah?”


“Take care of this yourself.” Lara told him and promptly snatched away her hand. Before he could respond she was heading for the door.

Lara walked briskly down the street, looking out for a taxi as she simultaneously dialled Harry’s number. No reply.

She contemplated going to his house before remembering she had his home phone number. She called the number a couple of times and there was still no reply. Feeling slightly sick to the stomach, she cut a lonely figure as she made her way home.

X

The next morning she was hit by a hangover and a couple of texts from Louis.

Do you feel as shit as I do?

I’m sorry about last night.

Lara replied to neither, the events of last night hitting her like a wave that seemed to get bigger and bigger. She had not only kissed Louis (again) but they had become closer than she had ever imagined. Louis had a good point. He had pinned her down on the bed in nothing but her underwear. What would have happened if Harry had not walked out? She wondered if she would have had sex with him. If Harry had wanted it, would she have gone through with it? The thoughts made her feel sick in the stomach. She pictured Harry’s face as he had watched, and she recalled how turned on he had been. He had kissed her but had then backed off, letting Louis take over. Her attention had soon switched to Louis and she had found herself unable to tear away from his gaze as he touched her. The next thing she knew, Harry had left.

Harry had put her in that position and had then dumped her there. She suddenly felt a surge of anger at Harry, Louis and herself. But Harry most of all. It was easier to be angry at Harry.

It didn’t stop her from trying to contact him though. Days had passed and she still had not heard from Harry. She had eventually given up after two days of texting and calling him. Louis had tried calling her but she did not have the strength to answer.

“I just want to tell you how sorry I am.” He said in one of the voicemails she listened to. “It looks like we fucked up big time. Call me.”

Another two days passed before Louis called again. Lara had just stepped out of work and
was walking down the street when she answered.

“What do you want Louis?”

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for days.” Louis said. “We’re going to the US the day after tomorrow.”

“So?” Lara said, although her heart sank at the words.

“Have you heard from Harry?” He asked.

“No.”

“Well I saw him today… he looked pretty down.”

“Why won’t he talk to me?”

“I don’t know… he barely spoke to me.” Louis paused. “I think he’s pissed off.”

“No shit.” Lara muttered. “What were we thinking?”

“We were wasted.” Louis said. “And we just went along with what he wanted. He’s the one
who started it all anyway.”

“No we started it.”Lara said.

“He wanted us to kiss, remember?” Louis reminded her.

“We wanted to make him jealous… and look where that’s gotten us.” Lara said ignoring him.

“And what was up with you making me touch you like that? I don’t like you that way.”

“What the fuck are you going on about? Look don’t get it into your head that I like you. I was just horny and wasted.”

“Wouldn’t Eleanor love to know that…” The words left her mouth before she could stop them.

“Yeah? Well what about Ben?” Louis spat out. “Shut up about Eleanor and maybe I won’t tell Harry about Ben. You’ve got more to lose than me remember?”

“What, so you’re going to turn this around on me now?” Lara said, her voice rising as she ignored the looks of the people walking past her.

“I’m not doing anything… I-I just wanted to talk to you… why don’t you come past my house and we can talk about it…”

“I don’t think so.” Lara said.

“So this is it then?”

“I guess so.” Lara said before hanging up.

What more did Louis want from her? She wondered.

Maybe their plan had gone too far.

“You’ve got more to lose than me remember?”

Maybe that’s what Louis had always wanted.

Notes

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