izzy // uk // unhealthy love for boys in bands

Everything is Changing. Larry Stylinson Hooker!Louis AU.

rating: mature.

warnings: sex, swearing, alcohol.

summary: louis is a hooker and harry needs an escape from reality.

4th December

Louis felt like he was going to be sick but he needed the money.

He sat on a curb gritting his teeth at the brutally cold weather, his skinny arms wrapped around his small toned torso. 

There was the car ready to pick him up. a middle-aged man with a stubbly chin handed him some money and he climbed in, slamming the door shut behind him.

-

With one final thrust the man came over their chests with a loud groan. “lick it up, fucking whore” his voice was low and deep and his breathing pattern was quick as he panted. Louis made a subtly disgusted face and almost refused, but then he remembered this was his job and he got payed to do it. The thought of that made Louis’ insides churn a bit.

9th December

Harry hated always being pressured into becoming a perfect son and role-model. Don’t do that you don’t want it to give us a bad name, you can’t go out it’s too late, don’t you even think of being friends with them Harold. everyone had such high expectations of him that he wasn’t going to live up to, he needed an escape from the life he had. He wanted to do something bad, just for the thrill.

It was almost one am. the streets were coated in a thin blanket of fresh white snow. snowflakes fell on harry’s face and the wind sent shivers down his spine.

He was horny and looking for a hooker, green eyes scanned the streets for someone. It was then that he saw a mess of caramel coloured hair, the boy held up a sign that read “£20 for half an hour.” Just what Harry was looking for. 

-

He looks for fragile and beautiful. Harry thought as they drove to the boy’s apartment.

"What’s your name?" the curly haired boy asked.

"Why would you care if I told you?"

"Just tell me."

He sighed, “It’s Louis. and yours?”

"I’m Harry."

-

They lay naked together in bed after coming down from their highs. Louis had spanked Harry and in reaction he arched his back, threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. Whimpers of oh fuck, Louis, harder, yes right there, shit so fucking good escaped Harry’s lips which made Louis’ dick harden even more and he was surprised he didn’t just come from the sound of the other male’s voice.

"That was fucking amazing" the taller boy whispered, still out of breath.

"Yeah, but I guess you’re just going to go now."

"Oh erm, I was thinking that…maybe I could um…stay with you?" Harry was expecting to be shoved out of the bed and being forced to leave right away, but Louis’ response was quite the opposite.

"You serious? Of course you can, I was just really surprised because everyone else just leaves. They don’t care as long as they get a good fuck.”

Harry frowned. Then he remembered that Louis was a hooker and that was generally how things worked.

Louis yawned and buried his face into the warm bed sheets. "You’re different from everyone else."

"I’ll take that as a compliment. you tired?" Harry turned around so he was facing the other boy. He gazed into his sparkling blue eyes for a moment then dropped his eyes down to his lips. The thin pink lips that he really, really wanted to kiss.

"No, are you?"

"Surprisingly not. I want to talk. I want to get to know you, Louis."

The other laughed quietly in disbelief. "You really want to get to know me? I’m a fucking hooker, why would you want to get to know me?"

"You seem interesting. Also, why should you being a hooker mean that I have to treat you any differently from anyone else?" Harry felt a bit sad. He was sad that this gorgeous boy in front of him seemed to think he was nothing. 

"Well, people only use me when they’re horny and want sex. I don’t mean anything to them, barely any of them even know my fucking name. I should just suck it up and get used to it, because that’s what this job is all about. Wow, calling it a job makes me feel a bit sick. I can’t believe i actually do this Harry, out of all the things I could’ve been, I chose to be a fucking hooker?"

Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around the small boy who lay in front of him. He felt so delicate and tiny, like a fragile bird. Louis buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck. 

"Don’t say stuff like that, you’re worth more than what you think. It’s not too late Louis, it never is. If you have a dream then go for it."

He lifted his face from Harry’s shoulder and looked into his eyes, ignoring what the other male had just said. "But isn’t that what you came for though? You were horny, so you payed me the money and we had sex. You’re contradicting yourself."

Harry felt a wave of guilt and sadness shoot through him, he lifted Louis’ chin up with his finger and whispered. "That’s true. But you were different, you intrigued me. Something about you makes me want to know everything there is about you, as silly and cliche that may sound. I feel guilty for thinking you were good for a meaningless shag. I regret it, I promise."

The whole situation was very weird. For starters, Harry had gone looking for a hooker at 1am, and now he was sleeping in the same bed as the hooker and speaking to him as if they were best friends.

Louis felt a bit speechless. he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said anything like this to him. It made him feel loved, which was quite ironic as in reality this boy was a stranger he knew nothing about.

-

The next morning when Louis woke up the curly haired boy was no where to be seen.

He should of seen this coming, really. This happened almost on a daily basis. He shouldn’t even care about Harry anyway. He was a stranger.

10th December

Harry couldn’t ignore the feeling of guilt and regret in his stomach, it seemed to follow him around wherever he went. He had panicked and let his insecurities get the better of him this morning. He figured that Louis wouldn’t want him to be still there when he woke up so Harry decided to leave the flat before Louis inevitably kicked him out of it anyway.

Now he could just carry on with his life and forget about Louis. It wasn’t as if he was going to ever see him again anyway.

However it seemed that fate had other ideas.

14th December

Louis sat on a park bench in the early hours of the morning. It was something he did quite often. He knew that nobody would be in the park so early and he liked to just sit peacefully and simply think about lots of things. It was sort of an escape from his harsh reality, really. It was the same park he used to go to when he was a kid; his mother used to take him here all the time with his younger sisters. He always loved coming here because there was a big play area with swings and slides that he could spend hours playing on. Sometimes it was hard for his mum to take him away from it because he liked to pretend he was spiderman by climbing up the sides of the wooden frame. 

However, that was all in the past. Things weren’t the same now.

It’s scary how things can change so drastically over time.

-

Harry had always been a morning person. He went on regular jogs around the park in the morning. All of his friends thought he was crazy but he likes it because it means he’s free to just run for as long as he wants, and he can just let his mind be set free of all his thoughts. He particularly liked days like these where the weather wasn’t too cold but wasn’t too hot, and there was just a light breeze that cooled him down.

Another reason why Harry liked going for jogs in the morning is because the park is always empty. But today was different. 

-

Louis was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t realise the tall figure approach him. He was snapped out of his daydream as he heard his name being called. Louis was confused, nobody really knew him in this town and he didn’t have any friends apart from Niall, but he was currently in Mullingar visiting his family so immediately he was out of the question.

He didn’t have to wonder for much longer as he looked up only to be met with that same mop of curls and striking green eyes from a few days ago. Instantly the memories came rushing back to Louis as he continued to stare blankly at Harry, unsure of what the right thing to say was.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of left."

Louis definitely wasn’t expecting him to say that. He expected him to say something about how disgusting he was; that he was worthless and was no good for anything. Those are the sorts of things he was used to hearing. 

But this, was the very last thing he expected Harry to say. So he kind of just stared up at him with his mouth slightly agape. He could only think of one thing to say.

"I knew you would."

Harry looked frustrated, his eyebrows knotted together in a frown. 

"No, listen to me. This situation is so crazy and surreal I know. But I’m sorry for leaving, it’s just that I didn’t know what else to do. I thought you’d wake up and instantly hate me so I did your job for you and left before you woke up. I’m really sorry if you took it the wrong way, I just-"

Louis laughed, “Harry I’m a fucking hooker. You think I’m not used to this?”

Without allowing Louis to say any more, he surged forward to join their lips together in a kiss.

21st December

"Stop that." Louis said from his position beside the kitchen counter.

"Stop what?" Harry questioned from where he sat gazing at Louis from the sofa.

"Making those fucking heart eyes at me. It’s distracting me from making you breakfast." Louis tried to sound serious but ended up smiling anyway. He was always smiling when he was around Harry. 

"Breakfast can wait." Harry smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Louis laughed at Harry’s silly attempt to seduce him, “but I’m making your favourite; eggs on toast and bacon.” 

"I’m not that hungry just yet."

Louis immediately gave in, because how on earth could he not when Harry was looking so fucking adorable in his beanie and sweats and wrapped up in a blanket. Harry grinned because he knew he had won Louis over. 

"C’mere gorgeous." Harry beckoned with a wave of his hand. He pulled the soft blankets off of him slightly and moved over to give Louis some space to cuddle up to him. Louis snuggled up against Harry, wrapping his little arms around Harry’s waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, engulfing him in the warm embrace of Harry and being reminded of the all-to-familiar smell of him that made him think that he was safe and that as long as Harry held him like this, everything was going to be ok. 

30th December

"You’re becoming a Journalist?!"

Louis sheepishly handed Harry the letter he received telling him he got a job in the local newspaper.

"I’m so proud of you baby!" 

Louis jumped up and wrapped his legs around Harry’s slim waist, knotting his fingers in his hair and pressing kisses all over his face. Harry joined their lips together in a deep passionate kiss, the both of them couldn’t keep the smiles off their faces.

22nd January 

It had been over a month since Harry and Louis became a “thing.” They hadn’t made it official yet, as Louis was still a bit fragile but they agreed to just take things slowly. 

Louis padded into Harry’s bedroom (which was now basically his as well) and wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders from behind where Harry was working on his desk. 

"What are you doing sweetie?" He asked softly.

Harry twisted his body around in his chair to face Louis. “Oh just some work, but now that you’ve arrived I have other ideas.”

They both smirked and before they knew it the both of them were already on the bed.

18th February

They finally said “I love you.” to each other. Both of them had sort of expected it to happen sometime soon, and they both knew they loved each other but they just hadn’t admitted it yet. When the words were said it was like they had been hit with a wave of different emotions; it was like nothing they had ever felt like before. It felt amazing. They felt on top of the world.

That night they made love to each other in the most passionate way they had ever done before. Because now sex meant so much more to them, because they were in love.

3 years later

The bells could be heard all over town. Everyone they knew were there and all that could be seen was smiles and laughter and happiness.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Harry walked down the isle to see his beautiful boyfriend at the end. Louis. Louis; the boy he had met in the weirdest way possible, the boy who was so broken and fragile and kept everything to himself. The boy who opened up to Harry and shared some of his deepest darkest secrets with. The boy who had the amazing ability to turn any sad conversation into a happy one just by saying or doing one simple thing. The boy who is always there for you when you need it the most. The boy who he fell head over heels in love with. That boy was Louis Tomlinson, who he was only minutes away from marrying.

The vows were said and suddenly a spark ignited between the both of them. A magic one like no other. One that only could be described as breathtaking. And right then, Louis decided that he had never felt so good. 


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