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Harry had been planning this surprise for a couple weeks now. He knew he wanted to see his boy on his first solo tour and he didn’t want to wait until the tour brought Louis to London for them to see each other again. Plus, when Harry was on tour, Louis surprised him, so it’s only appropriate that Harry do the same. Los Angeles was also their city, so of course when the opening in Harry’s schedule popped up the day of Louis’ first show in California, Harry took it. 

And one of the biggest pros of Harry’s plan was that  Louis had no idea. Harry had continuously said to Louis that he was busy and working a lot, which wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t as extreme as Louis probably thought from Harry’s many exaggerations. 

Little did Louis know, Harry was about to give him the surprise of his life. Harry landed in LA around 10 that morning. He hadn’t brought anything but a backpack and himself with him on the trip. Only being able to stay for today and tomorrow. Then he had to be back in London for a video shoot. 

He knew Louis was probably still fast asleep on his tour bus, tucked under all his blankets and cozy clothes. His first task was to get coffee and call Helene. She was in the know on his plans to surprise Louis, being his eyes and ears so he could get it all set up. 

Harry stopped and grabbed coffee, chatting with Helene over the phone. “So how is he today?”

“Well seeing as he just walked in the door and he looks like he hadn’t slept well last night, I’d say not great. I can keep him occupied inside for a bit if you’re near the venue. I let security know you were allowed on the buses.” Helene explained before Harry heard the familiar high pitched and very tired voice of his boy saying good morning to everyone. 

“I’ll be there soon. I’m walking now,” Harry hung up the phone and took a quick look at his messages, seeing three new ones from Louis. He couldn’t stop to read them yet so he just slid his phone into his holey denim jeans’ pocket and continued his walk towards the venue. 

Sneaking past fans who had already gathered outside was easier than expected. He had a hoodie on with the hood up and a pair of sunglasses. Harry went up to the security guy by the gates that led to the back of the venue where the tour buses were. “Harry…Styles.” Harry introduced himself. 

The man laughed. “Mate, we all know who you are, go on then.” He unlocked the gate and opened it enough for Harry to slip through. 

Harry felt his phone ringing in his pocket. He took it out and sighed at a FaceTime request from Louis popping up. He didn’t need to be caught yet. He hit decline. Another message popped up.

‘Fine ignore me then ): don’t expect any more phone sex. I’ll just  go hang out with someone who actually wants to talk to me.’ 

Harry typed out a message ‘I was busy, not ignoring you baby. I’ll FaceTime you tonight after your show. Promise.’ 

‘Can’t you at least call me? I need to hear your voice ):’ 

‘Soon, little one. Be good (;’ 

‘Always, sir’ 

Harry smirked at Louis’ reply and put his phone back in his pocket. As he walked to the bus he knew to be Louis’ the door opened. “Shit, sorry- Harry! Thank god you’ve made it.” Charlie said. “Does Louis know you’re here?” 

“Not yet. I’m surprising him.” Harry grinned. “If you’re heading inside can you give me like 10 minutes and then send Louis out here?” 

Charlie nodded. “Sure, yeah. Thank fuck you’re here. All this traveling makes him hyper and he’s driving us all up the wall.” He laughed. “Probably in there right now trying to get someone to play him at table tennis. Maybe having you here is what he needs to chill out for at least a day.” 

Harry smiled smugly. He was always the person who could calm Louis down with just a simple touch to his neck or whisper in his ear. “I’ll do my best. Thanks Charlie.” He patted the man on the shoulder as he went inside and Harry stepped onto the bus. 

It was definitely Louis’ bus. Sure his band sometimes slept on this bus but other times it was just Louis on this one so he could actually sleep and rest up for more shows. He needed quiet. Plus all the phone sex the two of them have, Louis needed his own space. 

Harry picked up a little. Louis’ pajamas were on the floor by the bunk bed that was his. His sleepwear consisted of a pair of his own pink merch shorts and one of Harry’s t-shirts. Harry remembered seeing it when they FaceTimed last. When Harry was packing for today. The bus wasn’t too messy but it got a bit cluttered when it was such a small space to live in for weeks on end. 

He put the clothes where his bags were and moved Louis’ shoes towards the wall too. He then grabbed the gifts he brought for Louis out of his backpack. Flowers, crisps, a brand new pear flavored lip balm, since Louis liked to taste like fruit when kissed  and Harry liked to taste said fruit, and of course, the last gift was a new pair of mint green panties for Louis to wear tonight on stage under whatever outfit his stylist puts him in. 

Harry enjoyed buying Louis pretty things as much as Louis enjoyed being given and wearing pretty things. He cleared his throat and glanced into the mirror by the door. 

It was a few minutes later when Harry heard the familiar sound of Louis’ voice calling to Charlie. “Yeah I’ll go through the photos now, thanks!” And then the door was opening and Harry couldn’t help but grin. 

Louis noticed him immediately. “Harry?!” He gasped, standing still for only a moment with his jaw hanging open and eyes wide. Then he was crying and Harry practically dropped everything he was holding and lunged forward to pull Louis into him. 

“Baby, honey. I’m here. Shh-” Harry slowly lifted Louis into his arms, Louis’ legs wrapping around his hips instantly. “Why’re you crying, little one?” He asked gently, nosing against Louis’ ear, ticking the sensitive skin with his stubbly face. 

Louis sniffled. “You said you couldn’t come see me. You said you were too busy and then today when you said you couldn’t FaceTime me and you were too busy you were really here! ” He whispered the last part, staring down at Harry as Harry held him up. “You lied to me and made me sad…but I can’t be mad at you because you’re here and god, I missed you.” He then tangled his fingers into Harry’s hair and pressed their lips together. 

Harry kissed him back, backing them up until he had Louis pressed against the wall. He still easily held Louis up, the smaller man light and easily movable. “I’m awful, I know, baby. I know.” Harry mumbled. “I know I made you sad when I told you I was too busy to talk to you as much, I’m sorry.” He trailed his lips down Louis’ neck and sucked a mark on his jaw. 

Louis whined. “Harry, please.” 

“Please, what baby? Tell me what you want.” Harry smirked, dropping Louis to stand in front of him. He gently pulled Louis’ sweater off his body, tossing it to the floor. “Let’s get these off too, hm? Wanna see what you’re wearing under these.” Harry tugged Louis’ track pants down his thighs and groaned when he saw the pretty silky white panties on Louis’ hips. “So pretty, baby.” 

Louis stood there practically naked after kicking off his shoes and pants. “What’d you bring me?” He asked as he peeked around Harry at the pile of presents on the small couch. 

Harry chuckled. “Come,” he smiled and pulled Louis with him. “So I got you flowers, these panties to wear tonight when you’re on stage. And this.” He held up the pear flavored lip balm. 

Louis took it and opened the package before opening the tube and rubbing some on his lips. “Gonna write a song about this one, hm?” Louis teased.

Harry smirked and leaned forward, kissing the sweet taste off Louis’ mouth. “Mm, I just might.” 

Louis giggled and placed his presents back down before placing a hand at the side of Harry’s jaw. “I really like your scruff, it’s quite hot. I think it might leave some marks…” he smiled, dropping his hand to Harry’s hoodie and tugged at it. Harry slid off his hoodie. 

“Mhm, I think so too. But you’d like that. Me leaving marks all over you. Making you squirm.” Harry unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, leaving himself in a pair of black boxer briefs. Harry leaned down and captured Louis’ lips again, kissing him deeply. 

Louis moaned, dropping one hand down and beginning to palm Harry’s growing erection over his underwear. “I really would,” he agreed, slowly sneaking his hand into Harry’s underwear and wrapping a hand around his cock, feeling bits of precum drip out of the tip. “Can I suck you off for a bit?” He asked. “Kinda missed it..” 

“Only kinda?” Harry questioned with a smirk before nodding and watching Louis drop to his knees in front of him. Holy fuck. Everything Louis did was sinful but also somehow angelic. He gently thumbed over Louis’ soft cheek, freshly shaved as of yesterday. Bringing his thumb then to Louis’ lips, Harry grinned at him. “Get to it, baby.” 

Louis pulled Harry’s briefs down, licking his lips as Harry’s cock came out, hard and the tip leaking. Louis didn’t waste another moment wrapping one hand around him, using the dripping precum as a bit of lubricant as he slid his hand up down. “Did you miss me?” He looked up at Harry with a small pout. 

Harry hummed as he nodded at Louis’ question. “Always, little one. I always miss you when you aren’t next to me.” He said truthfully. “Fuck, there you go.” He muttered as Louis slowly wrapped his mouth around the tip of Harry’s cock. 

Louis blinked up at him, working his mouth up and down, using his tongue when he pulled his mouth off. “I missed you too, how long can you stay?” He asked hopefully. 

“Baby,” Harry murmured. “Come up here,” he instructed and Louis did so, standing in front of him. Louis was frowning now and Harry already felt bad. “Don’t look at me like that, you know if I could, I’d stay forever.”

Louis sighed, “You’re just here to fuck me and then you’re leaving? Before or after the show?” 

Harry stared at him. “After, Louis, I wouldn’t come here just to get inside you then turn around and leave again. This is a relationship, not a hookup, princess, you’re stuck with me.” 

That made Louis giggle and Harry couldn’t help but smile. “but I’m only here for tonight and tomorrow night then I leave again. Not that long unfortunately. I have a video shoot I can’t reschedule and trust me I tried.” 

“More like your team doesn’t want you to reschedule,” Louis snipped. “You’re not wearing anything too ugly in this video are you?” He asked. “Your fucking stylist is worse than anyone I’ve ever known.” 

Harry laughed and leaned down kissing Louis again. “Be nice,” he reminded Louis, before pushing the shorter man’s panties off him and lifting him back up off the ground. “No, I’m wearing this red outfit thing. I’m sure you’ll see it online at some point. Spoiler for just you, I get naked.” 

Louis gasped. “Naked? Well that’s just you in your natural habitat mr, if I don’t wear my clothes for too long then they don’t get dirty. Like how many times have you worn those jeans?” He pointed to the pile of Harry’s clothes. 

“Now you’re just being a brat,” Harry smirked. 

Louis’ own little smirk played on his lips. “And what are you gonna do about it, sir?” 

Harry pushed Louis against the wall and attached his lips to Louis’ neck, biting the soft skin there gently before licking and sucking a large mark where everyone could see it. As their lips met again in a deep kiss, Harry slowly eased one hand down between Louis’ cheeks, circling his rim before easily pressing in. Louis whimpered into his mouth. “Still open from last night Hm?” Harry hummed happily. 

“Fell asleep with it still in me, so yeah.” Louis giggled into Harry’s mouth. “We don't need lube or anything. I can take it,” 

Harry cooed but felt bad about how tired Louis was. Mentally and physically it was obvious he was exhausted. And Harry couldn’t fix it all for him. At Louis’ next words, Harry  didn’t say anything, but smiled a little and slowly hoisted Louis up more, just enough for him to lead his cock right where his fingers used to be. 

Harry let Louis fall a bit, Harry’s cock pushing in fast and deep. Louis gasped and whined out. Harry kissed him, gripping his boyfriend’s thighs. “I really missed you,” he mumbled into Louis’ mouth. “Been quite jealous of the fact that those toys have been inside you and I haven’t in months…”

Louis gripped Harry’s hair with one hand and his other was on Harry’s shoulder. “I missed you too..” he breathed out as Harry moved him with every single thrust. “Nothing is ever as good as the real thing.” He assured the taller man. 

“Mm, good.” Harry grunted and pressed Louis’ back roughly against the wall. He attached his lips to Louis’ neck, biting and sucking marks on nearly every available space of skin. He loved marking Louis as his with hickies. It made him happy when people noticed and Louis got shy and giggly. Louis loved it too, Harry knew this. 

Harry easily held Louis up, fucking into him roughly as he continued marking up his boyfriend. Louis’ legs were wrapped tightly around Harry’s waist and Harry gripped his thighs. 

“Ha-have you been working out more?” Louis asked with a whimper when Harry rammed into him, nudging his prostate as he did so. Louis’ body shook a bit at the feeling.

Harry nodded, “yeah, baby. Nearly everyday.” He smirked. “Getting tired?” He asked Louis who was now almost limp in Harry’s hold, fingers tangled loosely in Harry’s hair and his legs starting to fall from their tight hold on him. 

“As much as I love when you show off how you can just pick me up and hold me with one arm, I’d much rather lie down while you’re fucking me. I am a pillow princess at heart.” Louis blinked up at him with a tiny smile on his lips. His blue eyes bright and pretty.

“Anything for you, little one.” Harry walked them over to Louis’ bunk bed and let Louis fall onto the mattress. He definitely did not miss much about trying to have sex on a tour bus bunk bed. Especially being as tall as he was, it was uncomfortable  and nearly impossible to stretch all the way out. But for Louis, Harry would be uncomfortable forever if it meant Louis was happy and comfortable. 

Louis laid on his back, giggling as Harry climbed over him. “At least we can be a bit louder than we used to…there’s no longer two or three other people around us.” He bit his lip. 

Harry kissed him, “True, but there are about a hundred or so people already outside,” he smirked, trailing his lips over Louis’ smooth jaw. “You can be loud, little one. If you get too loud, I’ll just cover your mouth, hm?” 

Louis wiggled under him. “Yes, sir.” He agreed. 

Harry nudged Louis’ thighs further apart and maneuvered himself between his legs, tugging Louis down to meet him. “Ready?” He asked quietly, biting Louis’ ear lobe gently before moving his mouth down and over Louis’ neck, sucking another dark mark on his skin.

Getting another nod from Louis was all Harry needed before pushing into him again until he was all the way nestled deep inside Louis’ hole. Harry groaned against Louis’ neck and gripped his hips. “Good boy, my perfect boy.” He mumbled. 

Louis let out a loud whine as Harry pressed in deep. No dildo or other person could ever compare to the feeling of Harry inside him. Marking him with hickies and pleasurable bruises and not to mention the smell of sweat and Harry’s cologne practically smothering him. Harry’s hands on him, touching and holding him. Everything Harry gave him brought Louis to a high he never felt with anything or anyone else. 

Harry began moving, slowly at first, dragging his hips forward and back. They were kissing now, mouths entrapped with each other. “I love you.” Harry murmured into Louis’ mouth. “I really do,” 

Louis tilted his head a bit and combed his fingers through Harry’s hair. “I love you too…” he answered truthfully, moaning as Harry began moving faster, slamming into him with every thrust. 

It didn’t take much longer for Louis to feel the familiar need to come. With Harry pounding him, it never took a long time to need and want to come. But, Harry could always tell him not to, and then it could be minutes to an hour of Louis needing and not being allowed to come. “Harry, please,” Louis begged, gripping his arm with one hand. 

Harry smirked down at him. “Not yet, princess.” He instructed, slowly moving a hand towards Louis’ neck, “look at that, I marked you pretty good didn’t I?” He hummed, using his other hand to hold one of Louis’ thighs, still slamming into him with deep and rough thrusts. 

Louis moaned again, whimpering at the new angle of which Harry was fucking him. Harry’s hand was still on his neck and Louis wanted him to squeeze it. Choke him like he does sometimes. 

As if Harry could read Louis’ mind, he did just that. His fingers wrapped around Louis’ neck and he placed the tiniest bit of pressure there. “Wanna come with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby?” Harry asked as he continued his rough movements. “Gonna be a good boy and come when I tell you too?” 

Louis nodded quickly, his eyes burning with tears of overwhelm and pleasure. He loved when Harry told him when to come and when to hold it in. When to be loud and when to be quiet. 

Harry fucked into Louis roughly, ever so gently squeezing Louis’ throat, causing yet another moan to erupt out of the smaller man under him. Harry felt his own release rising and decided they would come together. His thrusts were messy as the pressure continued to build. “Come for me, little one.” He whispered into Louis’ ear, letting go of his throat and filling him with cum. 

Louis came between them on demand, a loud almost strangled cry coming from his boy. Louis was breathing heavily and Harry pecked his lips. “Good boy.” Harry praised. He slowly eased out of Louis, maneuvering them so he was laying next to Louis. He sighed deeply, pulling Louis into his arms. 

“What time is it?” Louis asked after a few minutes had passed and the two had gotten their breathing back to normal. 

Harry hummed and nuzzled his face further into Louis’ neck. “Dunno, baby. Still early I assume.” He gently rubbed Louis’ stomach. “Don’t want you to get up yet either,” he added. 

Louis gently laced their fingers together and hummed quietly. “Wasn’t planning on getting up yet, but we need to shower and get clean and clothed eventually.” He giggled. 

“Mm, I guess, though, I quite like having you naked and messy. Just with me, of course.” Harry smirked. “You look sleepy,” he said as he lifted his head and studied Louis’ face for a moment. His boy looked exhausted and not just from what they had previously done. 

Louis blinked and gave Harry a small frown. “I am a bit tired, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary.” He tried to justify. “Just haven’t been sleeping well.” 

Harry frowned at Louis’ words. “You have been sleeping though, right?” He asked. “Nap, right now,” He told him. 

“I have, for at least three hours every night. Sometimes more if I’m really tired or if we talk before I go to sleep. Your voice helps sometimes.” Louis said shyly. He shook his head. “I can’t, there’s so much I have to do…” 

Harry’s frown deepened. “It can wait. Your health is the most important thing, above all else.” He said. “If you’re exhausted and sleep deprived, how do you expect to be able to put on your best show?” 

“Same way, I always have.” Louis mumbled. “I have some vocal practice soon, Harry. If I’m not already late.” He tried. 

Harry sighed. “I’ll be right back,” he told Louis before doing his best to easily get off the bunk bed. It was harder than it seemed. He went to his phone and picked it up and pressed Helene’s contact. It was still quite early in the morning and Louis truthfully had a lot of time to rest and get ready for the show later. He didn’t need to rush. 

“Please tell me you didn’t break anything.” Was the first thing Helene said as she answered the phone call. 

Harry shook his head. Poor Helene had witnessed a lot in her time working with Louis and even himself and the other boys during the band. She had seen it all, he assumed and honestly was one of Harry’s favorite people he had ever met and had the pleasure of working with. Plus he loved how much she cared for Louis. “No,” Harry started. “We didn’t break anything. I’m kinda worried though.” He said as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

Helene’s voice became concerned. “Why? What’s going on?” She asked. 

“Louis is exhausted and he told me he hasn’t been sleeping but around three hours every night.” Harry sighed. “I'm trying to convince him to nap and rest since it’s still very early, but he said that he had vocal practice with you.” He rambled. 

Helene sighed. “Our practice isn’t till 4, he knows that.” She was quiet for a moment. “Just keep him there, I’m sure he will fall asleep in no time. As long as he’s in here to begin getting ready by 2, he’s all yours till then.” She said, “He’s just overwhelmed by all the excitement and nerves of the shows. He wants all of his fans to be happy and taken care of too. You know how he gets. He does everything for everyone else and forgets to care for himself.” 

Harry nodded. That was his boy. Perfect and angelic in every single way. He smiled a bit. “Thanks…I’ll be sure to have him back in time.” He promised, like a boyfriend promising to have his date back by curfew.

Harry hung up the phone and set an alarm before making his way back to the bed Louis was laying in. He was dozing off and Harry carefully climbed back into the bed and pulled the blankets over them. Harry didn’t say a word, only tugging Louis closer and holding him. 

“You called Helene on me…” Louis mumbled sleepily. 

Harry smiled, “I did, and she said the same thing as me. Nap, now.” He confirmed. 

“I just missed you a lot and I never sleep as well as I do when you’re with me.” Louis said, voice airy as he began dozing off again. “I don’t want you to leave again.” 

Harry felt his heart ache a bit at Louis’ words. He didn’t say anything and only held Louis tighter. 

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Harry’s alarm went off two hours later. It was 1:45 now and by the time they got out of bed and got their clothes back on it would be time to go inside and Louis’ pre-show prep would begin. Harry would also get to say hello to Louis’ band. He was not a jealous boyfriend…definitely not. He definitely didn’t hate the fact that those guys got to see and talk to and touch his boy every single tour date. Tonight and tomorrow would be different, though. Louis wasn’t leaving Harry’s sight or his lap. 

Louis stirred awake and stretched, gasping quietly. “God, considering I was open when you fucked me, I’m still somehow sore.” He whined. 

Harry smirked. “Sorry,” he lied. He reached forward and tilted Louis’ chin up and kissed him. “I promised Helene I’d have you inside by 2:00, so we should really be getting up.” He hummed. 

“It’s not like you to always be on time though, is it?” Louis questioned with a teasing smile. He wiggled down the bed and placed a hand over Harry’s cock, fingers wrapping around the thick length

Harry let his eyes close as Louis jerked him off. He let it continue for a couple moments before opening his eyes and grabbing Louis by the hand and motioning for him to lay back down. 

Of course Louis obeyed and rolled over onto his stomach. Harry got behind him. “Thank you for listening to me when I told you to nap? Was it a good rest?” Harry asked as he slowly pressed kisses to Louis’ back and down his spine. 

“Yes, sir.” Louis breathed. “Very nice and needed.” 

Harry grinned and spread Louis’ cheeks with his hands, leaning forward and licking into him once. Dried cum was all over him and Harry could taste it. There was about to be fresh cum there after of course Harry devoured him for a little bit. 

Harry licked again, humming when Louis wiggled backwards. He held his hips and stilled him, continuing to shove his tongue inside of Louis’ hole repeatedly. It never took long for Louis to cum from Harry eating him out. Louis loved it, but not as much as Harry loved doing it. 

“Harry, please,” Louis whined out, fingers gripping his pillow and his face pressed into the cool material of it.

Harry couldn’t help but smirk against Louis’ skin. He pulled away with a kiss to Louis’ ass cheeks. Looking down at his beautiful boy, Harry gave his own cock a few quick tugs before easing into Louis, easily. 

Louis was getting sore, Harry could tell. Harry hadn’t fucked Louis for real in months and although the dildo Louis enjoyed using the most when he had to get himself off, was the exact length and girth of Harry’s actual cock, it wasn’t the same as the real thing. 

Harry pulled Louis closer, his hands gripping Louis’ hips. “Come on, princess. Come for me again,” he instructed, thrusting in and back out before stilling his movements when he was flush against Louis’ body. “Can’t wait to see you on stage later, knowing you’re wearing the new panties I bought you. Then I can’t wait to take off all your clothes and watch you fall apart under me again tonight.” He mumbled into Louis’ skin, marking the back of his neck and shoulders with hickies. “You might have to get concealer to cover all these…” he noted aloud. “I may have gone a bit overboard with marking you.”

Louis giggled, titling his head back to try and look at Harry. “Good thing I have turtleneck options.” He replied before moaning as Harry slammed into him again. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow if you fuck me again like this later tonight.” He said with a small whimper. 

Harry licked his lips. “You’re gonna look so cute in your little turtleneck.” He said, trailing his fingers down from the tip of his shoulders down Louis’ sides and to his hips. “I don’t want you to put it on until show time though. I like the idea of everyone here seeing what I did to you.” He smirked. 

Louis gasped out, whining again as he got closer and closer to coming again. “Anything you want,” he whispered. “Gonna show everyone who can see that you marked me. That I’m yours.” He rambled. 

Harry pulled Louis upwards and connected his lips to Louis’ neck. “You are mine,” he stated, lifting his lips to press against Louis’. “All mine.” 

It only took two more thrusts for them to come together at the same time,  for the second time that day.  After catching their breath, Harry pulled out. He kissed Louis gently again. “Let’s get dressed and head inside to say hi to everyone.” He said aloud, mostly to convince himself that they needed to get up and leave this bus that now smelled of sweat and sex. 

Louis whined but allowed Harry to pick him up and help him get dressed. When Louis was clothed, Harry put his own clothes back on before pocketing his phone and everything and tugging Louis in for another kiss. 

When they walked in it was 2:15 and Helene was sitting on one of the couches near the door. “Hello my loves.” She grinned, standing and wrapping them both into her arms. Louis’ hoodie was loose on him and it fell off his neck a bit and Helene gasped. “Harry, what did you do to him?” She shook her head disapprovingly. “ I’ve never seen so many hickies on one person’s neck before. Looks like you’ll be wearing a turtleneck tonight.” She laughed. 

Louis was blushing and Harry gave his hip a small squeeze and pulled him closer. He looked so pretty, all shy, Harry thought. “We are gonna go say hi to the other boys.” Louis spoke up after a moment. “I’ll see you soon for our voice practice.” 

Helene smiled, nodding. “Sure, boo.” She said before walking off to talk to Charlie. 

Talking to the boys in Louis’ band, Harry held onto Louis tightly, keeping a hand on Louis’ hip the whole time. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, but still. Louis was his and he wanted everyone to know that. 

“Shall we play a game of table tennis?” Louis asked with a grin. “Who wants to play me?” He asked as he walked to the table and picked up his racket and the ball. 

When no one said anything Harry looked over at Louis who was now pouting. “Why doesn’t anyone wanna play with you, baby?” He asked Louis. 

“I don’t know, I’m a good sport! Right?” His voice louder at the last word. “Harry, you’ll play with me, right?” 

Michael laughed from where he sat on a chair by the table. “More like a good sport unless we beat you. Then you fake cry until you get cuddles from all of us.” He grinned, before opening his water bottle and taking a drink from it. 

“Oh you cuddle with them, hm?” Harry leaned into Louis’ ear. “Sure I’ll play with you, little one. But, I’m quite a natural at table tennis as you know from when I used to play Niall all the time, so if I win, no pouting.” 

Louis glared at Michael and then looked at Harry innocently. “Of course not. I never pout.” He smiled sweetly. “You’re on.” 

Harry won at table tennis. And Louis most definitely did in fact pout immediately after the game was over. “You’re a cheater!” He had accused. 

Harry smirked and put his racket down. “Sweetheart, I’m a lot of things, but a cheater is not one of them.” 

Louis crossed his arms and went to sit by Matt who was on one of the larger couches in the room. He leaned his head against the man’s shoulder. 

“Matt’s the only one Louis’ beat at table tennis. So he’s the favorite as of late.” Michael hummed. 

Harry nodded and glanced at his boy. All cuddled up with Matt. Harry was possessive and clingy and wanted so badly to walk over and just pick Louis up and take him away so it could be just the two of them. But he’d let Louis do whatever it was he had in his mind. Louis was a tease and loved to watch Harry suffer.

“Princess, I’m getting drinks, do you want me to get you anything,” Harry asked a few minutes later. 

Louis looked up and smiled innocently at him. “No,thanks.” He said before turning back around and talking to Matt again. 

Harry’s eyes narrowed at Louis. He nodded and walked off. He got himself a water and got Louis one too. He stopped to talk to a few crew members and was just chatting when his phone dinged. 

‘ Where are you ’

Harry excused himself and typed a message to Louis. ‘ Getting drinks like I said I was. Are you done pouting at me? ’

‘ No, but I am about to get in the shower so… ’

Harry asked to be pointed in the direction of Louis’ dressing room. It had a bathroom with a shower in it. Once Harry found the right room he opened the door and smirked when he saw Louis’ clothes on the floor in front of the closed bathroom door. He could hear the shower running. 

Harry knocked once on the door before opening it up. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Louis naked in the shower, the dark hickies and nice bruises littered around his body. Louis was staring back at Harry with a pout on his lips. 

“Hi,” Louis said quietly. “You came,” 

“Of course I did, baby. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to either watch you or shower with you. Although I hate you’re still pouting. What can I do to make you feel better baby?” Harry began stripping off his own clothes. 

Louis tilted his head to the side. “You can get in this shower and clean me.” He decided. “Since you are the reason I’m so dirty.” 

Harry smirked. “It takes two, princess. You’re just a dirty boy. All the time. But I love it.” He stepped into the hot water and hummed at the feeling. 

Louis giggled. “I’m not a dirty boy. I’m sweet and innocent.” 

Harry leaned down and kissed Louis gently. “Really, sweet? Yes. Innocent? I don’t think so.” He hummed. “Innocent boys aren’t little teases.” 

“I’m not a tease,” Louis defended himself with a fake surprised face. “I never tease you, sir.” 

“No?” Harry questioned. “Cuddling with another guy right in front of me, all those times you let another guy touch your shoulders or hips. Hug you a little too close for my liking. All of those men who practically fall at your feet at the simplest of requests. You drive me crazy.” Harry mumbled as he pressed his face into Louis’ neck. 

“It’s not my fault they want me, and maybe I do let them think they have a chance. But it’s you. Only you who will ever get  me like this.” Louis breathed. 

Harry pulled away and kissed Louis deeply, “I love you.” He said into his mouth. “Marry me.” 

Louis nodded. “How romantic.” He laughed. “Proposing while we are naked in the shower.” 

Harry laughed too. “I mean it. Marry me. Right now.” 

“Harry, we are basically already married. Remember I have that robe that has LWS embroidered on the front of it. It stands for Louis William Styles? And even some of our friends refer to us as Harry and Louis Styles.” He giggled. “Not to mention the million times you’ve proposed over the years. Nevertheless, I accept your proposal again. Like I always will.” 

Harry grinned. “My perfect little wife.” He pecked Louis’ lips. Where shall we honeymoon this time?” 

“There won’t be a honeymoon if we don’t get clean and out of this shower before the water gets cold.” Louis laughed. He reached for his bottle of shampoo and handed it to Harry. 

Harry pecked his lips again before taking the bottle and squirting some shampoo onto his hand. He closed and put the bottle back, before walking closer to Louis and beginning to rub the shampoo into his hair, scrubbing and massaging his scalp. 

Harry helped Louis rinse out the shampoo before grabbing the body wash and putting some onto Louis’ sponge. Harry began rubbing it onto Louis’ soft skin, watching the soap lather up nicely all over Louis’ marked up shoulders and neck. “You’re so pretty, my angel.” Harry said in a breath. 

Louis blushed as he lifted his head to look up at Harry. “Thank you.” He grinned. 

Harry dropped his hand to rub Louis’ stomach with the sponge next. The tiny little pudge of skin he had drove Harry wild. He loved every part of Louis, but his stomach was one of Harry’s most favorite things. 

By the time Louis was all clean, Harry had about 10 more minutes of hot water to clean himself. Which was fine. He had to use Louis’ soaps, since his things were on Louis’ bus in his bag. But it was okay. 

Harry turned the water off and helped Louis out of the shower before grabbing both of them a towel. “I didn’t bring any new clothes inside with me,” Harry hummed as he dried off. 

“I had Charlie bring your bag in, and bring me some other clothes too. They should be in the dressing room now.” Louis smiled as he wrapped a towel around himself and went towards the bathroom door. 

Sure enough Harry’s backpack was on the chair and an outfit for Louis was next to it. Another hoodie and leggings. Harry got his own clothes out, a simple t-shirt and jeans. 

Harry reached into the bag and got the panties he had brought for Louis out and handed them to his boy. “Put these on,” he smiled. 

Louis took them. “Yes, sir.” He nodded and then dropped his towel, pulling the pretty mint green panties up his legs. Harry could die right then and he’d die happy. “What do you think?” Louis asked, doing a little turn. 

Harry pulled Louis into him by the hip. “They look perfect on you, baby. Can’t wait to take them off of you later though.” 

Louis lifted his head and Harry kissed him. Then the two finished getting dressed. 

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The rest of pre-show prep and everything went smoothly. Harry got to talking to literally everyone and Louis ran around doing everything he needed to get done and the rest of the time he spent on Harry’s lap, cuddled into him. They ate like that too. Someone had gone to pick up McDonald’s, per Louis’ request and Louis didn’t wanna sit anywhere but Harry’s lap for any reason. 

When it came time to get ready to go on stage, Louis went off with his stylist to pick between a few outfit options. Twenty minutes later, Louis came back in black jeans and a nice turtleneck. He looked extra tiny in the tighter fitting shirt. His hair was also brushed and fluffed up and he looked adorable. 

Louis plopped himself back on Harry’s lap and sighed loudly. “Hi,” he mumbled, kissing Harry’s jaw lightly. 

Harry wrapped his arms around him and smiled. “Hi, baby. You look pretty. I’m excited to watch you on stage soon.” He added, pressing his lips to the side of Louis’ head. 

“I’m really glad you’re here.” Louis smiled, slowly lacing their fingers together. “Do you think we should maybe get a hotel room tonight instead of sleeping on the bus?” 

Harry hummed and nodded at Louis’ suggestion. “I’ll get one for us.” He smiled. “Any special requests, my love?” 

Louis thought for a moment. “Nah, as long as you’re there, I’m good.” He leaned forward and kissed Harry. 

Harry got his phone out and made a call to one of the closest hotels to the venue. It was easy booking  a room and of course Harry got the best one available. Complete with a balcony, jacuzzi tub and massive shower. Though Harry assumed they’d probably make it to the bed and that would be all for the night. Harry wanted Louis to sleep and be well rested since he knew his boy hadn’t been sleeping well at all. 

When it was time for Louis to head towards the stage Harry followed him to the side of backstage. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered into Louis’ mouth, kissing him a few times. “Have fun, baby.” He gave Louis’ ass a gentle smack before watching him walk off towards the stage and the real show began. 

Harry got as close to the crowd as he could without being seen by anyone. He wanted to be able to see Louis better. He watched, his face hurting a bit from how big he was grinning as he watched Louis sing and be his perfect self. Louis was giggly and happy as he talked to the crowd. The energy inside the venue felt amazing and Harry felt so proud that Louis was finally on tour, doing what he loved to do. 

Louis looked so pretty on stage, the lights hitting him just right and made him practically glow. His hair was fluffy and looked so soft. His smile was perfect and Harry could feel himself falling more and more in love with Louis as the show continued. 

As the show came to an end, Harry slowly made his way back towards backstage to where he could meet with Louis the second he came off stage. 

Louis said his goodnights and his “I love you’s” to the fans before the lights were back on and the show was officially over. 

Harry rushed forward and picked Louis up the moment he was close enough. “You were amazing out there. God, I’m so proud of you.” He pressed his lips to Louis’ and kissed him deeply. 

Louis giggled into the kiss. They pulled away and Louis just grinned at him. “Thank you,” he blushed. 

Harry hugged him tightly and just held him for a few moments. Everyone else had gone to the main room to open drinks, hang out and unwind for a little while. 

First the two went into Louis’ dressing room so Louis could put his hoodie and sweatpants back on. It was cool outside so Harry slid a hoodie on as well. It was one of Louis’ tour hoodies. 

Louis leaned up and whispered into Harry’s ear, “Can you take me to the hotel, now? I need food and also I need your dick inside me as soon as possible.”

Harry smirked, nodding. “Sure. You better go tell everyone goodnight first, I’m sure if I just steal you away, they’ll all come looking for you.” He laughed. 

“Hmm, yeah they would.” Louis giggled, before walking off to tell all his crew and band goodnight. Harry went to get all of their stuff and then went to also tell everyone goodnight. 

Helene was the first to hug him. “I’m so glad you were able to come see Louis,” she said as she patted Harry’s arm. “He’s amazing isn’t he?” 

Harry nodded, smiling proudly once again. “Yeah, he is. He did so well.” He turned when Louis practically came bouncing over to him. “Ready to go, princess?” He asked, wrapping an arm around Louis’ waist. 

Louis nodded, giving Helene a smile. “Me and Harry are off to a hotel, we will be back in the morning sometime.” He hugged the woman and then tucked himself back into Harry’s side. 

Helene smiled. “Have fun, you two.” She shook her head fondly and then walked off. 

Harry pressed a kiss to Louis’ head. “Do you need anything from the bus before we go? I’m thinking we can just walk to the hotel? Rather than getting a car. It’s not super far and we will just blend right in.” He hummed. 

“I would say yes, but I’ll probably be naked the second you get me into our room, so no. I don’t need anything.” Louis held onto Harry’s arm. “Are you sure walking is a good idea?” He asked. 

Harry put his backpack on and then turned to Louis. He pulled his own hood up and then pulled Louis’ up as well. “We don’t even look like us, no one will be able to tell.” Harry leaned down and kissed Louis’ lips gently. “It’s also dark, so no one can see our faces.” 

Harry grabbed Louis’ hand and then slowly led him out the side door of the venue. They could take the back way to the front of the building and then begin their ten minute walk to the hotel. 

They didn’t talk as they walked around the building, passing by fans that were waiting outside, some for their rides, others just still feeling the immediate post concert high and still shaking from excitement. The last thing they wanted was to be discovered and dragged into taking photos and having conversations at this very moment. 

Harry led Louis down the busy streets of LA, until finally they got far enough from the venue they could talk again. “You said you wanted food first?” Harry asked as he glanced around. There were a few options of food around them. Tacos, chinese, pizza, soup, burgers and fries. 

Louis nodded and looked around, “hmm, what about Chinese food? I could do with some fried rice and maybe some chow mein?” He suggested, looking up at Harry. 

“Sounds perfect,” Harry agreed and led Louis into the Chinese restaurant. It was mostly empty except for the workers. They were probably about to close for the night. 

Louis tucked himself into Harry’s side and let Harry order for the both of them. Harry had an arm around his shoulder and held him close. 

After getting their food, Harry paid and tipped the workers with a grin before carrying the bag and leading Louis back onto the streets. “How are you feeling?” He asked Louis. 

“Still jittery from all the concert excitement. Also feeling really horny and hungry.” He laughed. 

“Well what if you sat on my cock while we ate dinner? Then once we are done I’ll fuck you.” Harry suggested quietly with a hum. 

Louis’ breath hitched. “That sounds perfect, sir.” He said, just loud enough for Harry to hear him. 

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They made it to the hotel and Harry checked in, getting the key from the nice older woman at the front desk. Then he and Louis headed for the elevator. 

Louis leaned back against the wall of the elevator, reaching over and pulling Harry down to meet his lips. Harry of course kissed him back immediately, standing so close to Louis their bodies were touching. 

Louis let his hand drop to Harry’s jogger pants. “Can’t wait to sit on your cock and feel it get harder inside me…” he breathed out, rubbing the front of Harry’s pants, humming when he felt Harry already thickening up at the smallest touch. 

The elevator dinged and Harry pulled away, smirking. “Let's go, shall we, baby?” He suggested before pulling Louis along with him out of the elevator and to their room where they ate dinner with Louis sitting on Harry’s cock, and where Harry  made Louis cum three more times that night before finally Louis was asleep before two am, for the first time in months. Harry couldn’t sleep for a while though. Instead he watched Louis sleep, fondly looking at all of Louis’ features as he slept. His mouth was open slightly and his soft hair was sweaty and matted to his forehead, his body was covered in marks that Harry left there. He was perfect, a true angel on earth in Harry’s opinion. And he was all Harry’s.