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TW: Sexual content.

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*Harry's POV*

Monday morning, I was late to the office.

My morning was a disaster. Firstly, I woke up late. Secondly, Niall had spilled coffee on the laundry clothes and to apologize he offered to do the laundry. Thirdly, I broke my watch in a hurry to wear. Then, I got super late to office, and instead of wearing a suit like usual, I wore a red button-up shirt and black jeans.

I parked my car and practically ran in to the office. A mouthed a 'good morning' to the receptionist and jogged up the stairs, not wanting use the elevator. I saluted Zayn and flipped Niall off on the way to the cabin and then, I entered the cabin.

Louis was sitting on his chair and typing away on the keyboard as usual. "Morning, dickhead." I said and he hummed in response, without looking away from the screen. I walked over to my desk and set down my bag. I began working on the excel I had to complete.

After maybe half-an-hour, Louis kept his laptop away, got up and stretched. He then looked at me and said, "Morning, asshole. Why were you late?"

I saved my work and got up from my chair. I heard his breath hitch in his throat but ignored it. I walked over to him, still typing on my phone. I said, midst typing, "Monday blues, I guess. Morning was just a disaster."

I tucked my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and looked at him, and I saw him looking me up and down. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He then looked me in the eye and said, "Oh, I see. Uhm. I have a call. Talk to you after that." And he went back to his grey Dell laptop.

I just rolled my eyes and left the cabin, wanting to talk to Zayn a bit.

I walked to Zayn's desk, which had a photo frame of him a Gigi and another of his family. There were two piles of papers on his desk today, which made me feel bad for the poor guy. "Hey Zayn." I said and he smiled but didn't look up from his paper, "Hey H."

"Why are there so two piles of papers today?"

"Niall took an off; I'm doing his work as well." He said and I gaped at him, "But I just saw him..." "Yeah, he still wanted to go. I don't know why." He said.

"Does Louis know?" I asked. "I think so." He said.

I nodded and decided to let the topic drop. "So, how serious is it between you and Gigi?" I asked.

He looked up from his paper and I saw he was red. He said, "Very. I'm madly in love with her." I nodded and patted his back, "Happy for you, mate." "Thanks buddy." He said and continued doing his work.

I walked over to Mitch's room and decided to spend some time with the guy.

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I left Mitch's room only after lunch.

We discussed plans for a new type of program which could be written, and wrote a little of it. We had Spaghetti and meat balls, and then I left his room at around two in the afternoon.

I entered my cabin and Louis said, "Hi." I saw him sitting at his desk, fixing his quiff.

"Hi." I said, with a smile. He walked up to me and then said, "Guess what."

"What?" I asked.

"We made it to the newspapers." He said and handed me a copy. I read the headline.

LOUIS TOMLINSON AND HARRY STYLES, COMPETITORS TURNED PARTNERS AND CEOs OF TWE, MAKE IT TO THE TOP TWO OF THE RICHEST BUSINESSMEN OF THE WORLD

There was a picture of Louis' next to mine and it was ranked as 'first' and 'second' respectively. I was happy, genuinely. "Wow. Congratulations, mate." And I hugged him tightly.

He hugged me back and pressed his face in the crook of my neck. It all felt absolutely normal till I felt him slowly suck at the skin there. Goosebumps rose on both my arms. I pulled away from the hug and he moved from my neck to my chest, as I had left three buttons open. I threw my head back and moaned, giving him all the access he needed. I realized he had held both my wrists tightly and was working on my chest, nipping and sucking. I felt myself getting hard.

He suddenly pulled away and I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking at me with blown eyes and I assume mine were the same. He let go off my wrists and ran a hand through his quiffed hair. "I-I'm..." He stuttered.

"Well, go on then." I said and he looked at me, uncertain, "A-Are you sure?"

"Are you?" I asked him. He nodded so I said, "Go on."

He walked to me and pulled my shirt away. I think the few buttons which were done must've come apart. He began sucking on my nipples and biting them. I moaned and said, "Don't-wait. The door." He pulled away and nodded. He locked the door, pulled the curtains and closed the windows.

He walked over to his desk and removed his suit jacket. I walked over to him and said, "Wait." He looked at me, confused. I started undoing his shirt buttons slowly.

I pulled away his shirt. He moved closer to me and pushed me backwards on the nearby wall. He held both my wrists and bit down on my collarbone. I moaned a little too loudly and he muttered against my skin, "Don't be too loud." I nodded.

He worked a spot on my collarbone as I tried to stifle my moans and curses. Once he decided he was done with my neck, he pulled away. I opened my eyes and saw him look at me with eyes filled with lust. He said, "Your jeans, boxers. Off."

As I pulled them away, I saw him clear the desk and then sit down on his chair. It felt really awkward, but I wanted to do this. I pulled my jeans and boxers away in one go and heard him whisper, "Holy shit." I felt myself blush but tried not to let it show. He then cleared his throat and said, "Sit on my lap."

I walked over and did as he said. He ran his hands up my thighs and I balanced myself by gripping his shoulders. He began nipping my stomach and a below my navel. He sucked on my fern tattoos and bottom nipples and I moaned as silently as I could. I didn't even know why I was obeying his orders.

He then pulled away and said, "I'm gonna enter you now. Need prep?" "I don't care. Just fucking do it already." I said, urgently. Too much suspense, can't handle that. "Alright, alright." He said and pulled his pants away.

He then took his awfully hard dick out of his boxers. He opened the drawer of his desk and after hunting for a while, pulled out a condom and slipped it on. "Spread." He said and I put my legs on either side of his waist and locked them behind the chair. He lined himself at my entrance and slowly began pushing in.

I gripped his hair tightly and he slapped my arms away, "Not my hair. Never." "What the fuck, why?" I asked, frustrated. "Just, nope. I don't like my quiff getting messy." He said and continued pushing in. I sighed and gripped his waist instead.

"You're so fucking t-tight, Styles." He moaned. A few tears rolled out of my eyes; the stretch was too much but pleasurable. He was also gripping my waist and was slowly pushing in. "Oh God fucking Jesus Louis aah fuck don't stop." I whispered and he hummed.

Once he was fully in, he stopped and let me adjust. I opened my eyes and saw him look at me with blown eyes. I nodded and he pulled out. I whined and he pushed in again. I gripped his shoulders, my blunt nails deep into them. I was seeing stars.

He pushed in completely and pulled out. We slowly picked a rhythm. He was hitting my prostrate repeatedly, harshly and I was in a world of my own. I accidentally gripped his hair and he slammed into me harder. He muttered through gritted teeth, "Not my hair, asshole."

"I can't help it, you dickhead." I moaned and he pulled my hands away from his hair. He said, "I'm c-close."

"M-Me too." I said, this time gripping his arms. He slammed inside once more and I came all over his chest and stomach. Seeing me come, he filled me with his cum. He then pulled out.

Once we were back to our normal states, I opened my eyes and said, "Hey."

He opened his eyes and I saw his blue orbs were dilated. He smiled weakly and said, "Hey."

"That was fucking fantastic."

"You were quite fantastic too, thank you. For letting me." He said and I smiled, "It's all good. Thank you too. But no strings attached, alright?"

"Of course. We're just pleasuring each other, nothing else obviously." He said and I nodded.

I got up off his lap and tried to move a bit but the pain was too much so I hissed. He scrambled to his feet and held my arm tightly. I sort of leaned into him. He said, "I'm sorry. I'll help you, wait. Sit down on my chair." I nodded and sat down on the filthy chair. He tucked himself in his boxers, wore his pants and walked over to my clothes. He said, "Well, I think you should have a shower. Go on."

I agreed and tried getting up, but the burn was too much. I sat back down and looked at Louis helplessly. He sighed and walked over to me. He handed me my clothes and said, "Hold these." I did as he told. He then lifted me bridal style and carried me to the bathroom and settled me down on the closed toilet seat.

"Here. Shower. I'll leave your clothes outside." He said and waited for my response. I smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Louis. For everything." He smiled and left.

I decided to shower as quick as possible.

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*Louis' POV*

I cleaned up all the filth in my cabin and switched on the air conditioner till Styles showered.

I opened the window and pulled away the curtains, and the cabin was just like how it was before.

The bathroom door opened and Styles scrambled out. He looked quite alright now. I smiled at him, "You okay now?"

"Still quite limpy." He said and chuckled. I laughed, "Limpy?"

"I invented a new word." He said, proudly and I rolled my eyes. I said, "So, it's four. I think we have two hours to leave." He nodded and said, "Mitch and I were working on a program, I'll continue with that." I nodded and watched him limp over to his desk and sit down on his chair.

I said, "I'll go get you something to eat. You're definitely starving." He gave me a big smile, with dimples, and said, "I really am, thank you so much."

I went out to get Styles something to eat and drink.

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Work was all done by five-thirty. I decided to leave early.

I walked over to Styles' desk and said, "So, uhm, since all my work is done for the day, I'm leaving." He shut his laptop and said, "I was done long ago too. Was just waiting for you to say you're done too." I wiggled my eyebrows, "Why? You could've left early if you wanted to."

"I know. But I really can't go around limping on my own, I need help." He said and I gave him a small apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry."

"It's all good, Louis. It was for both of us, not just you." He said and I smiled, "Let me help you."

He picked his bag up and swung it on one shoulder. He then got up slowly and I held onto one of his arms. He then took one step ahead and said, "Okay...not too bad now."

I nodded and said, "Come on, let's go."

We walked slowly hand in hand. When we passed Zayn's table, Zayn was also packing up. He eyed the two of us and said, "What is going on in here?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him as me and Harry stopped by near his table.

"You're both walking hand in hand. And Harry's limping. What's happening?" He asked, with one eyebrow raised. I laughed lightly and looked at Harry for help, but he was chewing on his bottom lip.

"Well? Will you tell me? Harry?" Zayn asked again, eyeing us suspiciously.

"He slipped in the shower." I said as Styles said, "A flowerpot fell on my leg." I rolled my eyes at Styles, who looked like he could faint any minute.

Zayn gaped at us, "Shower? Flowerpot? The fuck is going on??"

I cleared my throat and said, "So basically, a flowerpot fell on his leg. To clean all the mess on his leg, he decided to shower. But while showering, he accidentally slipped and fell down in the bathroom. And I'm helping him walk."

Zayn seemed to have believed at least a little bit, so he nodded.

We bid him goodbye and walked away to the parking lot.

"How are you gonna go back?" I asked him. He shrugged, "Drive back."

"Why the hell don't you have a driver?" I asked him.

"Why to unnecessarily hire someone else to do something you can very well do yourself?" He reasoned and I rolled my eyes, "I have an idea. I'll ask my chauffeur to drive you home and drive myself home. And no, you're not disagreeing. You're in this situation because of me and I want to fix it, that's all."

He just nodded.

I called my chauffeur, who arrived in less than a minute's time, and drove Styles home. But before leaving, Styles told me one line which I pondered upon for a while.

"We did this not just for you, but for me too. So, just remember this bit and don't blame yourself."

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2412 words. Longest chapter so far but you can expect longer chapters from now.

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