Louis groaned and stretched his arms out wide, hitting something that made an unpleasant sound. He looked over and saw the sleepy face of a beautiful boy in bed with him. Then he realized he was in bed with a beautiful boy and scooted back a few inches. "Who are you?"

"Don't remember, I suppose. Well, that's great," Harry said easily. "Harry. Nice to meet you," he informed with an actual extension of his hand.

Louis cautiously reached out to take it, but then he rolled into a sticky part of the sheets. He looked down to see almost dry cum, "Okay, ew. Is that mine or yours?"

Harry laughed, much to Louis' disdain, and answered, "Probably mine, mate. Sorry."

"Hmm, well, that's just great, isn't it? I'm going to go shower." He got out from under the covers. "Don't touch my stuff," he threw over his shoulder.

Harry watched Louis' perfect bum sway as he walked off. Just as Louis got to the door he looked over his shoulder with a, "Not. Yours."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned over with a groan, and stuffed his face into his pillow. Louis' small laugh was the last thing he heard before the door closed and the start of the shower. Harry waited a short moment until he was sure Louis was in the shower, then stripped the covers off and headed straight for Louis' clothes. He picked up his jeans, gave them an impressed glance, before digging into the pockets.

He pulled out an unused condom, which was surprising considering how many they used last night. Next was a yellow stub from his parking last night. But he didn't have his car so that was interesting.

Finally the real treasure: his wallet. He opened it and took a look at the the license. Louis Lucas. Sounds like a porn star. Or con artist. Like a sexy as fuck con artist porn star. He pulled out a few business cards, mostly people he recognized, or even knew, from high government positions.

There wasn't much else. No credit cards. A few pounds. A few euros. But really Harry was surprised by the lack of stuff. Harry's own wallet was packed with receipts and random cards, coins, pictures of his family. He was surprised that it didn't bust sometimes.

Harry heard the water turn off. Quick showers, then. He put Louis' stuff back and slid under the covers just in time for Louis to come out with a towel around his waist and another in his hand, rubbing across his wet fringe. Harry couldn't help the quick, maybe not so quick, once over he gave Louis' body. Harry found light scratches on his hip and smiled. "I did that," Harry pointed to the red marks.

Louis didn't look down, only pressed a couple fingers to the sensetive area and nodded. "I figured. Handsy little thing, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? It was...intesnse last night. You barely gave me a break, and I needed something to hold on to. You were the most appealing option," Harry's lips turned up in remembrance.

This Harry child was a little shit. Louis almost grabbed Harry's belt and tied up his hands so he could pin him down and fuck him one more time before he left, but stamped that down and went to his stuff. Harry watched as he paused, smiled, then Louis' face turned hard. "I told you not to touch my stuff," he said without looking at Harry.

Shit. Best bet was to just be honest and apologize. "I didn't."

Louis' completely unimpressed scoff made Harry shrink a little under the duvet. "It would be in your best interest not to lie to me. I'll always be able to tell." He dropped his towel and picked up his clothes from yesterday. Harry refused to look, to give in and take in every inch of golden skin. Except he did. The soft curve of his hips, the round arch of his ass, strong thighs. Harry needed to get his hands on Louis. He silently got up from the bed and walked up to put his hands on Louis' waist. He lowered his lips to the juncture of Louis' neck and shoulder and bit down over the soft exspanse while Louis groaned and pushed back into Harry's body.

"Harry, right?" Louis breathed.

"Yeah."

Louis slid on his boxers then turned and pressed his body to Harry's front. "Harry, dear. You have no idea what you're doing."

"I seemed to fair alright last night."

"I wouldn't know. I don't remember," Louis reminded.

"Then why don't I prove it to you now," Harry smirked and let his hand wander to Louis' only piece of clothing.

Louis returned the smirk. He couldn't deny that he wished he remembered what seemed to be a fantastic night. But he didn't have time for this. Zayn probably called a hundred times by now and they had final details to go over. He didn't have time for this one unknown, needy boy. He grabbed Harry's wrist, pushed his hand harder down on himself for just a second, and then pushed him away. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Louis finished putting his clothes on while Harry sat back on the bed and watched. "Look I've got a couple more days in Paris. I'd love to meet up again," Harry tried.

Who was this kid? He wasn't giving up. "Honestly, I'd like to, but I'm here for work and I'm gone as soon as I'm done." Louis stood in front of Harry, fully dressed, while Harry sat naked. "But it's a very tempting offer," he quipped.

"Alright, fine. It was more for your benefit than mine anyway. At least I get to remember last night."

Louis weighed that with a frown. "True. That's sad, but I just can't afford another night like that."

Harry nodded. "I get it. Work is work. Let me at least give you a ride back to your hotel."

"That's also a no, love. I'll just grab a taxi. Thanks, though." Louis walked to the door and Harry followed, his footsteps a dull pad on the carpet. "You can't come with, Harry. You have no clothes on." Harry turned Louis around and pushed a long, filthy kiss to his lips. Louis opened up and let Harry slid his tongue into his mouth. Harry moaned into Louis' lips and grabbed a fistful of Louis' half-dry hair. Louis bit Harry's lip as a warning and pulled back, breathing hard. "I have to go."

"Okay. I just wanted one more. To remember," Harry teased.

"Well, I will. And also the scratches," Louis pointed out.

"Right, right. Yeah, I'm not sorry."

Louis pushed Harry gently and laughed. "I'm leaving."

"You're leaving," Harry echoed and grabbed Louis' waist.

Louis pushed him off again and opened the door. "I'm really leaving."

"Really leaving." He ran a hand down Louis' arm.

"Goodbye, Harold."

"Goodbye, Louis."

Louis narrowed his eyes, "I knew you got into my stuff." Harry's smirk was unrepentant. "Have a great life, Harold." Louis walked down the hallway and around the corner to the front door. Harry watched until he couldn't see that beautiful bum anymore and then shut the door. He went to the bed and fell back with a grin on his face. Paris was going to be glorious.

***

Louis could feel the pleasant burn of the red scratches on his hip. He said he didn't remember anything, but he'd lied. He remembered a few things. How soft his hair was. The slightly raised skin where his newer tattoos were. Harry's blunt nails on his hip when Louis hit his bundle of nerves again and again. Nothing concrete; just feelings. But he certainly remembered how great it was.

Louis' phone went off in his pocket. He took it out and saw Zayn's name. "I'll be back in twenty. I'm in a cab now."

Who cares about that? You better've gotten some last night, since you left me!

"Are you saying you didn't?"

Louis heard a faint I'm gonna go. Thanks for last night.

"Don't even know why I asked."

Jealous?

"Immensely. But really, no, I feel great."

Oh, so you did get it up the ass last night?

"Not that it's any of your business, but it wasn't my ass that got pounded." The cab driver shot Louis a look through the rear view.

I love top Louis. Fun times. How was he? The bottom boy?

Louis locked eyes with the now annoyed driver and set his jaw defiantly. "Amazing. Tight little body. Submissive as shit. He had these bright green eyes that just-and these hands...I swear to God those fingers..."

"Sir, please keep your...exploits to yourself," the cabby interrupted.

Louis just gave the man a smirk and said, "I don't know how often he bottoms, maybe he's just naturally gifted, but he was so tight, Zayn."

Louis, I heard the driver. Don't be a twat. Plus, your were sailing last night, there's no way you remember all that.

"Most of it, yeah."

You're being a prick for no reason. Come back to me and I'll spank you for it.

"Promise?"

You'll have to make it back to find out.

Louis scoffed, "ETA fifteen. Have everything ready." He hung up and sat back in the seat. "I apologize. I was just taking the piss. I didn't mean anything by it," he huffed to the taxi driver.

"I've heard worse."

"I'd love to know," Louis raised a brow.