Fuck.

That's all that's going through Louis head right now, now he got to pick someone to dance on.

He scans the crowd, looking for the least creepy creep. He feels sick looking at the wrinkles and yellow teeth on most of them. If he were to dance with them, he's sure he'd get sick on them.

That is until his eyes lock with familiar green ones, Mr. Blowjob.

He is standing a few feet from
The stage, old men surrounding him, making him stand out from the crowd as some sort of sex god.

Him.

Louis stalks of stage, his eyes still locked with the green ones, biting his bottom lip and moving his hips sensually. All the nerves left his body and for the first time since his dance started, he feels sexy.

"Hey you," he whispers, hot breath hitting the skin of the mans neck, making goosebumps appear. "Fancy a dance?"

"Please."

"Begging already?" Louis winks as he wraps the boa around the mans neck, pulling him up and onto the stage with him, where a backstage workers have placed a comfortable chair. "Please, sit."

He pushes the mans chest, making him fall onto the soft cushions of the chair and before Harry can process what's happening to him, knees are on either side of his legs and hands are rubbing at his chest and shoulders.

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Hello everybody!

Y'all better love me right now cause this is like the 3rd update in 24 hours.

Just wanted to post another chapter before I go sleep so I can read your sweet comments when I wake up. Yup, that's a hint.

Questions:
- Liking it?
- Like it when Louis is shy and submissive as fook or is a lil sassy and tries to take lead (like in this chapter?)

X Emma