Freezing to death, Harry's feet were getting numb. He couldn't feel his hands anymore and his nose was ice-cold. Still, he had to stay focused and open the door when he needed to. At least, his shift was almost over and he could finally go home. He hated this job with a passion. Being a security guard for this fucking expensive jewellery shop wasn't as fun as it sounds ... well, it never sounded like fun, to begin with, but Harry needed a second income. Working as a security guard on weekends at that club where it all started just didn't pay enough to live like he wanted to. So, he had to suck it up and keep an eye on everyone outside this stupid shop. As if anyone would rob the shop during the day in the middle of the city.

Harry couldn't wait for the days to get finally warmer. Then standing around and opening doors would be at least not as freaking could as it was right now. If it went according to Harry's deepest dreams he would quit right this second. He hated everything about being here but he needed it. This job paid way better and was a lot safer than his club job and he knew that. Not that he actually cared about his safety but his cousin did. And his friends wanted him to stay around a bit longer and not die because of a stupid drunk fight in front of a club.

Waiting for this day to be over, Harry pondered how he could turn his life into a better one. Would he ever be able to quit this job and do something different? What would that be? He didn't hate being a security guard at the club. It felt great to know he was intimidating enough to scare people off. Harry knew he was good-looking and his tall and broad structure made this job easier. He could knock someone out if he wanted to and man, sometimes he wanted to badly.

When it was finally 7 pm he was allowed to go and get changed out of this suit. He hated it. Wearing a suit to stand next to a door was not his dream job. He preferred the uniform from the club. It wasn't as sickeningly posh.

"You look like you're frozen, man" commented his co-worker Christopher on Harry's state.

"Shut up, Anderson. Not everyone is as privileged as you and can stand around all day in a warm room full of snobby people" snapped Harry at him. He couldn't stand this guy.

"As always a joy to talk to, Styles" rolled Christopher his eyes at him, not being offended at all.

"Whatever" dismissed Harry him and put on his coat.

Ignoring Christopher, Harry left the room and was met with the cold air of March. In a grumpy mood, he walked home and put a pizza into the oven. He had no energy left to cook anything, not that he could. Mindlessly, he turned on the TV and watched some shitty reality TV show about some good-looking young adults pretending to look for love while living in a huge villa in paradise. It was superficial and shallow; empty. Exactly how he liked it.

A ceremony and one Hawaiian pizza later, Harry was bored out of his mind. It was nearing 10 pm and Harry couldn't stop thinking about quitting his job. So he made a quick decision. He dumbed his empty plate into the sink, leaving it there, and went into his bedroom. For a short second, he rummaged through his closet and pulled his party outfit out. Tight jeans and a half-open shirt to show off his chest and the tattoos all over his arms. He styled his hair, grabbed a jacket and left the house. To his luck, the club wasn't too far away so he could walk there in the freezing cold.

Arriving at the entrance, he greeted the security guard Dylan and walked inside. The music was loud, the air smelled of sweat and alcohol and lights blinded his eyes. It couldn't be better. Directly, he walked over to the bar and greeted the bartender. His name was Tony. He got himself a drink and downed it in one go. He repeated that with five drinks and then settled down on a chair with his sixth one. Letting the alcohol cloud his senses and run through his veins, he looked around the crowded room. People were jumping around or grinding onto each other, just messily making out and that's all Harry wanted to do now as well. But first of all, he needed to pee.

Luckily for him, the men's bathroom was always way emptier than the girl's bathroom. As he was about to open the door, someone beat him to it and almost hit the door into his face from the other side of it. Harry took a step back, which made him stumble and almost crash to the floor. The guy, who had opened the door seemed to have a similar problem. He stumbled over his own feet and literally crashed into Harry's chest. Out of reflex, he caught him and helped to steady him.

"Sorry" mumbled the guy and Harry knew that voice.

He blinked a few times to make his eyes work and automatically recognised the guy. It was Louis and he seemed to be hella drunk. That was a sight Harry did not expect. Kyle's boring ex-boyfriend, which heart he broke six days ago, was standing in front of him in a dazed state of mind, looking absolutely smashed. The guy who never went out, according to Kyle. That was something.

"Louis, what ... what are you doing here? Are you drunk?" brought Harry out and realised that he sounded concerned although he wasn't.

"Nope. M'not drunk. Just feeling woozy" swayed Louis on his spot without looking at him. The moment he looked up and into Harry's face, Louis' face turned to stone. "Fuck off".

"Woah, what ...".

"Here you are, Tommy" appeared a handsome black-haired guy behind Louis and observed him with pure concern before he noticed Harry. "Who are you?".

"That's Harry, Joey. Mister Heartbreak in person. There you go" slurred Louis heavily. Harry wondered how many drinks he had had.

"You must be Jonathan. Kyle mention ...".

"My name is Zayn, first of all," cut Louis' friend him off, sounding mad. "I'm not surprised Kyle never got that. He has even been too stupid to pronounce the name of his own boyfriend right. And second, stay away from Louis. You've done quite enough, don't ya think?".

"I didn't do anything, you prick. It's not my problem Kyle dumped your weird buddy. He made that decision" justified Harry himself.

"And I'm not done with him either. If you see him tell that jerk he should wish to never cross my way" gritted Zayn his teeth, obviously trying to keep himself collected.

"Aren't you a bit over-dramatic? It's just a break-up. He called it quits. No harm done" eyed Harry this dude amused.

"No, he didn't. He sent you to call it quits for him because he is a fucking coward. You're not any better than him. Maybe you're even worse but I really don't have time for this. Just stay away, Styles" glared Zayn at him.

"Joey" whined Louis suddenly. Both boys faced him immediately. Louis was making grabby hands at Zayn and looked like he wanted attention. It was kinda adorable.

"I'm here, Tommy" walked Zayn over to him and hugged him closely. Like this, they disappeared into the mess of people.

Dumbfounded, Harry was still standing there, staring after them. This whole interaction was not what he had expected to happen tonight. Louis' friend or whatever he was to him was really attractive but pretty bad-tempered. Definitely a drama queen. Seeing them interact even drunk Harry could understand why Kyle had said they should date instead. It looked like they were pretty close. Close enough to cuddle in a club.

Pushing that incident out of his mind, Harry took a piss and then went back and onto the dancefloor. Pretty soon he was dancing with a hot guy, who was grinding his ass onto Harry's crotch, turning him on massively. That's why he never went to straight clubs anymore. The gay guys in this club were always the best. Something for everyone. Twinks, Daddies and so on. Harry was definitely more into the Twinks than Daddies because never would he bottom for anyone but almost everything was okay for him as long as it ended in Harry's dick in someone else's ass.

"Hell no" recognised Harry suddenly Louis' voice somewhere close over the music.

He looked around in search and spotted Louis close to him in the mess of dancing people. Zayn was nowhere to be seen and a tall and handsome guy was trying to make a move on him but Louis didn't seem to like it. That guy though seemed to ignore that and didn't give up. With his hands on Louis' waist, he tried to come off as seductive but that didn't seem to go well.

"Don't fucking touch me!" exclaimed Louis out of nowhere and the guy stepped back in pure shock. Everyone in a close radius turned their heads towards Louis.

"Back off!" came Zayn running over to him and glared at everyone around them. "Let's go, Tommy".

Hiding his face, Louis quickly left with Zayn and everything went back to normal. Only Harry was left confused and mildly irritated by Louis' behaviour. He had such a strange neighbour. What was his problem? The guy was handsome and hot and interested. Why didn't he go for it? You go to a club to get some for the night or have fun with your significant other. Of course, people will hit on you. That's the fun in it. If he wanted people to back off why was he here? Kyle has been right. Louis was weird and a bit strange.

"Drama Queen" chuckled Harry's hot guy into his ear and he could only agree with that.

"You don't want me to stop touching you, right pretty boy?" whispered Harry huskily.

"I'd prefer if you could touch me even more" purred this guy, whose name he already couldn't remember.

"How about we take this back to my place then?".

...

A loud banging and shrill sounds startled Harry out of his comfy sleep. For a second, he wasn't sure if those noises were inside or outside of his head but when it didn't stop he had to come to terms with the disturbance not being an aftermath from all the alcohol. Which meant he had to stand up because the noise wouldn't stop.

"God, damn it" cursed Harry under his breath when he climbed out of his empty bed and went over to the door.

Someone was continuously ringing his doorbell and banging on the door, repeatedly saying they knew Harry was there. He knew that voice but couldn't believe it. Still hangover and tired, he opened the door to a mad-looking Louis, who at first didn't get that the door was actually opened, so he almost hit his fist into Harry's face but he caught it in time and captured Louis' fist in his hand, making him meet his eyes.

"Why are you terrorizing my door, little one? Shouldn't you be asleep after last night?" chuckled Harry lightly.

"Oh, I was trying to sleep all night but you prevented me from doing so" huffed Louis enraged.

"Aw, couldn't you stop thinking about me?" cooed Harry exaggeratedly. Louis was adorable when he was angry but Harry would never admit that out loud to anyone, not even himself.

"You wish. I heard you all night. Why do you always have to be so loud? You don't own this house, Styles. Your neighbours really want to sleep sometimes but you just keep on fucking for hours on end being ridiculously loud. This wasn't the first time but it will be the last, understood?" told Louis him firmly.

"Can't promise a thing. I can't really control my pleasure, Louis. It just gets loud without my permission" smirked Harry dirtily.

"Wipe that smirk out of your face, Styles. You should better stop fucking until 4 in the morning or you're gonna regret it. My monstrous headache doesn't play games. Don't test me" countered Louis challengingly.

Something about Louis being this prickly and scratchy and demanding caught Harry so off-guard that he didn't know what to say. He should tell Louis off for criticizing his sex life and even daring to order him to turn it down, quite literally. But he couldn't get a word out. He was speechless.

Behind him, Harry heard distant noises, which caught his attention. In sync with Louis, he looked in the direction of the footsteps and spotted a guy coming towards them. All Harry could do was groan. How did that happen again?

"Again?" rolled Harry his eyes in pure annoyance, feeling Louis' eyes on him.

"I heard voices and just wanted to see what is going on. I um ... used your shower. I hope that was okay" scratched that guy, whose name he still didn't know, his neck.

"No, it wasn't. What are you even still doing here? Wasn't I clear enough? Sex only. For everything else, I have friends" snapped Harry angrily.

"You don't have to be so mean, Harry" interfered Louis surprisingly and even slapped Harry's shoulder lightly. "No harm done. He was about to leave. What's wrong with him taking a shower? You were asleep anyway and wouldn't have noticed it".

Dumbfounded, Harry turned around to Louis and just stared at him. "You're right. You woke me up and caused this stupid scene. So, my outburst is your fault".

"My fault? Get a grip, Styles. Your ignorance is not my fault. Fucking grow up. I'm out" hissed Louis furiously at him and was about to leave.

"No, wait" held Harry him back and was surprised by his own actions. "I'm just groggy from lack of sleep. Didn't you want to come in?".

What the hell was he even doing? Did he just invite Louis in for no reason at all? What was he thinking? He didn't want someone around who criticised his very being and called him ignorant ... but something about Louis made Harry want to know more and he hated it.

Completely caught off-guard, Louis turned around to him and just stared at Harry. He couldn't blame him. Harry himself was shocked to the core. "I ... what?".

Instead of answering, Harry turned around to the guy in his flat. "You wouldn't mind leaving now, would you? As you can see, I'm quite busy".

"No, no. Of course. I'm um ... just gonna ... um ..." stuttered the guy while putting on his shoes and a tiny part of Harry felt bad for the nameless guy. "Bye, Harry. I had a good time".

The guy walked out the door, passed Louis and then disappeared down the stairs, making Harry wonder why he didn't take the elevator. Now he was standing here alone with Louis in front of his open door and no one was doing anything. No one made a move or said a word. It was embarrassingly awkward.

"I might have some headache pills for your head. Let me fetch them for you, if you need them" started Harry talking uncomfortably and just went inside, leaving the choice to Louis rather to close the door with him inside or outside.

Nonetheless, Harry grabbed his headache pills and a glass of water from the kitchen, hearing his front door close. He almost dropped the items when he spotted Louis actually standing in his living room. Admittedly, he did not expect Louis to come in and Louis himself didn't look like he had planned on doing so.

"Here" offered Harry the glass and pills to Louis.

"Thanks" cleared Louis his throat awkwardly.

Not knowing what to do, Harry sat down on his couch and turned on the TV. After a second, he felt Louis sitting down as well with a lot of space between them. Harry tried to focus on the TV screen instead of Louis' presence but that wasn't so easy even when a re-run of one of his favourite reality TV shows was on.

"Reality TV is stupid" was Louis' only comment before he chucked the glass of water down. Inexplicably, Harry felt rather stupid now.

"But it's a funny kind of stupid, don't you think? Aren't they supposed to be stupid and funny?" backtracked Louis or at least, that's what it seemed like to Harry and that made him feel a little bit better about himself.

"I mean, they're not meant to be very deep and meaningful. Just people trying to get famous and causing drama" noted Harry carefully.

"As I said, stupid but in an entertaining way" made a smug smile its way onto Louis' face and Harry felt himself smiling along with him.

For about an hour, the two of them actually watched the show and commented on the happenings. It was more fun than Harry wanted to admit. He really didn't expect to be able to have fun with Kyle's boring spoilsport of an ex-boyfriend but he wasn't as bad as Harry had thought.

"Those introductions are always so cringy. Why is name, age and profession always the first thing people ask? You can get along without knowing those things" commented Louis on a new guy introducing himself.

"That just reminded me that I know nothing about you except your first name. Care to share?" realised Harry suddenly.

"We're not on a dating show, Harry" rolled Louis his eyes at him with an emotion Harry couldn't place.

"Exactly. Those things are unimportant there but I'd like to know what you do, Louis" Harry didn't give in. "I start if you want".

"Go ahead" suppressed Louis a tiny smile.

"Well, I'm 26 and I work as a security guard for a jewellery shop and a club close by. Now you" let Harry him know.

"How do you become a security guard in the first place? Is it because of your giraffe legs?" raised Louis an eyebrow at him, making Harry erupt into a fit of laughter.

"Maybe. I never asked, to be honest. I just thought they wanted me because of my intimidating looks" couldn't Harry stop laughing.

"You look like a frog princess. In which world do you think are you intimidating?" wondered Louis amused.

"Hey, I don't look like a frog!" exclaimed Harry, almost choking on his own laughter.

"But you do" grinned Louis satisfied.

"Well, then you look like ... um ..." trailed Harry off.

"Like a what?" challenged Louis him.

"Like a hedgehog" stated Harry weakly. That was the first thing that came to his mind, recalling the first time he had seen Louis. And now that he thought about it he could see it. "Yeah, a cute hedgehog baby".

"That's still better than a frog, Harold. Because I'm cute and you're just weird" smirked Louis pleased.

"Oh, and as what does our cute hedgehog work?" came Harry back to the original topic, trying to stop his laughter but it was in vain. Louis was simply funny.

"Nice one, I give you that" looked Louis almost impressed. "I work as a Music and Drama teacher at Domumley High".

"For some reason, that makes total sense. You look like a Drama teacher" hummed Harry while he tried to picture Louis teaching hormonal teenagers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Louis in mock-offence, for a second making Harry think he did something wrong again.

"Nothing" giggled Harry lightly. "So, you went back to your High School to teach moody teenagers. That has to be exhausting. I went to that school. How come I can't recall ever seeing you?".

"I'm two years older than you, idiot" replied Louis in a weird voice.

"Than it's even weirder. I always had a thing for older men. I would have noticed a face like yours" nudged Harry his arm playfully, expecting a sassy remark.

"Stop hitting on me, Jones" snapped Louis surprisingly, trying to sound still playful but something was off.

"Fine, but I wasn't hitting on you. I was just being honest" gave Harry in, wondering what caused the change in mood.

He heard Louis groaning under his breath, letting out a long sigh. "I had a private teacher".

"Oh, that's cool but why?" was Harry taken back by the fact alone and Louis' sudden serious honesty.

"Why not?" countered Louis weakly.

"Good point".

After that, it was silent. Harry felt a heavy tension lying above them and didn't know where it came from. He never had conversations like this with anyone else. Something was different about Louis and Harry couldn't say if he liked it or not. But he could say it was intriguing.

"Well" started Harry again to break the awkward silence. "I have to admit, you're pretty funny".

"Tell me something I don't know" chuckled Louis slightly, making it feel like everything was back to normal again.

"And I'm full of myself, huh?" cocked Harry an eyebrow at him, only earning a slap in return. "You're so conceited".

When Louis was about to slap him again, Harry caught his hand before it could collide with his shoulder. He kept Louis' hand in his own and scooted closer to him. Playfully, he nudged his hip with his own hip and put his arm around Louis' shoulder, feeling good about himself.

"I like this. You're fun. Let's have a good time together" suggested Harry in a light voice.

Everything afterwards happened way too fast for Harry to register. As soon as he had settled down next to Louis, he felt Louis breaking out of the touch and standing up in an instant. Baffled, Harry stared up at him and was met with a sight he didn't see coming. Louis looked right out livid.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! For a moment I thought you were different than I expected but this was so low. That's such a cheap scam. I'm out" shouted Louis at him pissed off.

He stormed off towards the door and Harry was left in shock. Quickly, he jumped up and followed Louis to the door, trying to make him stop and understand what just happened. What was going on?

"Louis, what the hell? What are you ...?".

"Fuck off" cut Louis him off before he left the flat in rage.

Utterly confused, Harry was left staring at the closed door. How could their moment of having fun and getting to know each other turn to this? What has he done to make Louis this upset and mad at him? What scam was he talking about? He did not think Harry was making a move on him with that joke, right? He couldn't. And even if, that was no reason to react like this.

Harry was confused, a little bit angry but to his big surprise, he was mildly worried about Louis. Something about this whole situation was off but Harry couldn't tell what it was. Now he understood what Kyle had meant with weird. If that had happened on a daily basis between them Harry would have broken up with Louis, too. He was crazy. End of story.