"We were just holding hands," Louis reasoned. "It's not a big deal."

"It's a huge deal, considering you have a girlfriend, Louis."

Louis rolled his eyes at the stuffy suit sitting behind the large wooden desk. "You're overreacting. It's just Harry."

The middle aged man huffed, "It's just the admittedly effeminate band member of yours that you're rumored to be having a gay relationship with."

"So what? Let them talk? It is what it is. I know I'm straight. Harry's knows I'm straight. Fuck them."

Management leaned on his elbows on the desk, "That's not how it works, bud. Image is everything. And right now it looks like not only are you cheating on your innocent girlfriend, but with a boy no less. A boy that is equally as famous as you, probably more so no offense."

Louis sat back in his chair, "What do you want from me?"

"Eleanor is coming out for a couple day or two. Take her out. Some place public and making sure the pictures of you holding hands with her are better than the ones of you holding hands with him."

"Fine, whatever," Louis huffed. "I can't believe you're forcing me to see my girlfriend. That's definitely not how this works."

"It is what it is," the man mocked.

Louis sent a very polite middle finger before exiting the room and heading back to his and Harry's shared flat. He slammed the door shut behind him and flopped on the couch with a groan. Harry came out from his room with a worried look.

"Lou?"

Louis looked up and saw Harry's droopy eyes and ruffled hair accompanied by a small furrow of his brow. "Hey, Haz. Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"Just a small nap, it's okay," Harry allowed as he sat down next to Louis and folded up against his side. "What's got you so upset?"

Louis naturally swung an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer, resting his head on top of Harry's. "Management's on my case for those pap shots of us. They're sending Eleanor out for damage control."

Harry squeezed Louis' knee gently, "I'm sorry. I didn't know there were paps or I wouldn't have held your hand. It was stupid."

Louis lifted Harry's chin to make him look at him, "Hey, none of that. You're my best friend, Haz. You can hold my hand whenever you want. Fuck them."

Harry giggled and nuzzled back into Louis' warm body, "Sure?"

"Absolutely. I don't care what people think they know. They don't know us."

Harry fell asleep laying on Louis' chest while Louis watched a footie match. He was just dozing off himself when he heard the door handle jingle and then open. Louis looked over to see Eleanor with a small overnight bag and a smile.

"Hey, babe," she cheered.

Louis put a finger to his lips and mimed for her to be quiet while Harry twitched his nose and buried himself further. "Haz is sleeping."

"Seriously? It's like six. Is this what you guys get to do everyday?" she asked but kept her voice quiet.

Louis rubbed Harry's arm subconsciously, "He was tired and I woke him earlier." Louis looked down at the sleeping boy with his long limbs and slight love handles and messy hair. He smiled despite himself, "He's adorable isn't he."

Eleanor gave him an okay? look and said, "Yeah, sure. I haven't eaten yet cause I thought you might want to go out. Are you hungry?"

He was kind of hungry, but he didn't want to get up and jostle Harry in his sleeping state. "Not really. Can we go out later?"

"I got the same text you did, Louis. Your people want us to go out for dinner. So we might as well go now." Eleanor came and sat next to Louis with a smirk, "Then when we get back we can forget about the weird rules your managment keeps making up and do what proper boyfriends and girlfriends do."

Louis perked up at that, "Yeah? You're not going to be too tired."

Eleanor shrugged, "I don't know, but if we go out later I definitely will be."

Louis looked between his girlfriend and his best friend before kissing Harry's forehead and wiggling out from under him carefully, replacing his body with a pillow. Eleanor was already in his room getting ready when he joined her. They got all dressed up, Eleanor fussing over his outfit until he just opened his closet and let her pick his clothing. They went out to eat and some overpriced but delicious place that management suggested. He went around the car and opened Eleanor's door, held her hand and hugged her close when the paparazzi swarmed. They got plenty of good pictures so management better be placated. On their way home Eleanor got handsy. Louis tried to keep the car straight when she leaned over and kissed his neck and ran her hand up the inseam of his jeans.

"El, babe, I'm driving."

She kissed under his chin, "I know," and slid her hand further to cup him through his jeans. "I haven't seen you in months and I miss you."

Louis could believe it'd been months. It didn't feel like months since he saw her last. "I missed you, too, but can't you wait just until I park so I don't kill us both?"

Eleanor pursed her lips, but sat back in her seat. Louis suddenly felt a little lighter but didn't know why. They made it back to his flat and didn't even have the door shut before Eleanor had her hands on him. Louis settled into it this time and let Eleanor lead them down the hall to his room. His jeans were undone by the time they passed Harry's room. Louis saw the door half open and Harry laying on his bed reading some book that Louis probably had never heard of. He looked so peaceful with just the light of the bedside lamp washed over his features. Louis put a finger up, "Hold on. Gimme a sec."

Louis left Eleanor standing in the hall and went inside Harry's room. Harry had headphones in and his head popped up with he saw Louis standing there. Then he looked down and saw his trousers undone and quirked an eyebrow. He took one headphone out and put his book face down on his bed. "Did you need something, Lou?"

Louis shook his head. "El and I are going to bed. I just wanted to say goodnight." Louis leaned over and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Night, love."

"Love you too. Night, Lou."

Louis waited just one more moment before turning back and pulling the door so it was open just a crack. Eleanor must of gone ahead to Louis' room, so he walked down the hall and opened the door. Eleanor was pulling back the covers in just her bra and panties. Louis gave her an appreciative once over. She'd gotten really thin lately. Her arms and shoulders were smaller, her thighs too. He hoped it wasn't to please him. Eleanor turned around when she heard him come in and licked her lips as she walked over to him.

"How's your baby?"

Louis rolled his eyes. "He's not my baby."

Eleanor scoffed, "Please. You treat him better than you treat me."

Louis was sure she meant for it to be a joke, but Louis couldn't help but agree. He wondered what that said about him. "Well, he's fine. Going to bed actually so we can't be too loud."

"Babe, you're the one that's loud, not me." Louis hmm'd in assent and back her up to the edge of the bed. He ran his hand down her sides and to her hips. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, making Eleanor pull back a little. "What's wrong?"

Louis shook his head, "Nothing, nothing." He kissed her, his lips pressing hard on hers, but she leaned with him instead of pushing into like he craved. He worked on disrobing himself while Eleanor's hands roamed sweetly up and down his neck. He wished she'd grab his hair or hold him tighter or something. He laid her down once he was down to his pants and pushed her legs open. One hand slid up her thigh, stuttering at how smooth the skin was. Like he was expecting something else and didn't realize it. She curled her leg around his waist and cupped her hands around his biceps before pulling away.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem into it tonight?"

Louis shrugged it off, "No I am. I don't know what's, but, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm good."

Eleanor nodded cautiously and lifted up to kiss him again. Louis slipped his hand under the silk of her underwear and slid it down her legs. She kicked it off and wrapped her legs back around him. He slid his own pants off and laid down on top of her. He moved down and bit gently on her neck. She yelped and Louis instantly covered his mouth. "Don't wake Haz."

Eleanor looked surprised but nodded. "Sorry," she said unsure.

Louis moved back to kissing her neck but kept his teeth away so she wouldn't be loud again. Louis was trying, he really was, but he couldn't seem to clear his thoughts of all the things we did today and had to do tomorrow. How could managment think that he was wrong for holding Harry's hand? Harry was his best friend. And Harry liked holding hands, well Louis' hand at least, so what? Harry was upset when the pictures surfaced, apologizing profusely to Louis, who soothed him and held him until Harry fell asleep. Tomorrow Harry and him were supposed to try a new recipe that Harry promised to teach him. Louis said he wanted to learn and Harry had perked up at the idea.

"Louis," Eleanor said sternly. "Where are you right now?"

Louis blinked and realized he almost completely stilled on top of her. He kissed her quickly and mumbled, "No where. Sorry. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

Louis weighed lying to her, but then decided it wasn't worth it and said, "Today. Harry. The pictures."

Eleanor nodded with a sad look in her eyes, "Louis can I ask you something?" Louis sat back a little so his weight wasn't all on his wrists and nodded. "How love have you been in love with him?"

Louis eyes widen, "What? El, he's my-"

"Best friend. Yeah, I know. How long have you been in love with him?" she asked again.

"I'm, I'm not, I don't..."

Eleanore pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear. "Would you rather be fucking him right now?" Louis cock twitched at the question and he rocked forward with lust. That seemed to be enough of an answer for her because she pulled back and ran her hands through hair, "I figured. I've know for a while, I guess. Or should've know at least."

"How? I didn't."

"Because you're dumb and I'm a girl and I know things." Louis smiled at her kindly before he started to roll off her, but she grabbed his arms and held him still. "No, wait. I," she looked around the room nervously, "I still want you." Louis' mouth opened to say something but he didn't know what. "It's okay. You can just, like, pretend I'm him, if you want."

Louis bit his lip, images of Harry naked like this under him saying he wanted him flashed through his mind. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure you'd fuck me better this way anyway. Might be the best I've have," a nervous chuckled bubbled from her.

Louis kissed her hard and curled his fingers in her hair. "Thank you." Eleanor just nodded and kissed him back. He pulled back when she did the same soft kisses she always did. "Can you push back on me? Be a little harder? Harry's always pushing on me," he explained.

Eleanor laughed humorlessly, "Wow. You're so gay."

"Hey," he said indignantly.

"No I mean it. Like I can't believe I didn't see it."

"Do you want to do this or not?"

She cupped his face and smile sweetly, "I meant nothing by it. Yeah, of course. Just pretend I'm Harry."

Louis growled at that and kissed her again. She pushed back this time and Louis bit her lip. She moaned quietly and instead of her high-pitched voice Louis heard the low rumble of Harry's bass. Her gripped his hip tightly and bucked against her. Her legs wrapped tighter around him and Louis could feel the lack of male genitalia like it was the elephant in the room. "Turn over," he ordered and Eleanor quickly obeyed, spreading her legs and propping her hips up.

"Be gentle," she reminded, "We haven't done it this way in a while."

"Of course, El. Always." Louis leaned over and grabbed the lube and condom out of the drawer by his bed as he heard another chuckle from his girlfriend. He came back to her and asked, "What?"

She shook her head, "You always loved it way more this way anyway. I just can't believe I didn't catch on."

Louis ran a hand slowly up her thigh to her ass. "Well that makes two of us." Louis pushed her legs open a little more so he could get better access to her hole. He lubed up two fingers and brushed them over the puckered skin. She shuddered and gripped the pillow under her. Louis closed his eyes for a moment while Eleanor moaned and let himself imagine what Harry's moan would sound like. He imagined it would be something like when he had a really good cheese toastie. He smiled at the little memories and opened his eyes again only to see the firm muscles of Harry's back. His eyes followed her arm and saw the few tattoos Harry has started to collect on his bicep. He curled his fingers around her arm and felt where he knew Harry's star tattoo was, sighing contentedly when he felt it. He pressed his wet fingers more firmly against her entrance and felt her push back on him. He saw Harry's perky bum push back for more instead. He moved his hand down and gripped his, her, her firm cheek in his hand and moaned. "So fit."

"Lou," Harry's voice whispered. "Please."

Louis shook his head but the boy beneath him didn't disappear and when he heard him say, "Take me," he lost the last shread of certainty he had and moaned a quiet, "God, Hazza. You're so pretty."

Harry keened and pressed onto Louis harder. Louis shh'd him gently and pushed one finger inside him. Harry clenched around it and fisted the sheets tighter. "Jesus, Lou."

Louis ran a light hand up Harry's side and then raked his blunt fingernails back down, making Harry arch his back and loose a groan. Louis pumped his finger inside him until he felt Harry relax and added another. "You're so tight, Haz. So tight for me."

Harry's head shook lazily back and forth on the pillow, "Lou, come on."

Louis scissored him open carefully, "You're so precious, baby. Look at you, so pretty spread out like this for me."

Harry body tensed and he tangled his own fingers in his curls while he begged, "Yeah, Louis. Please just come on. I need it."

Louis pulled his fingers out and rolled the condom over himself. "Of course, love. I'll take care of you." Louis slicked his shaft with lube and lined up with Harry's quivering hole. "Ready, baby?"

"God, yes, Louis."

Louis laid over Harry's back and wrapped an arm around his waist. He ran his hand over where he knew the butterfly sat and felt the slightly raised edges of it with his fingers while he pushed inside him. Harry tried to bite back his moan, but it pushed past his lips when Louis' hips met the smooth skin of Harry's ass.

"Fuck, Lou. It's been a while."

Louis didn't understand what he meant. Harry must not of gotten himself off recently. Hadn't used his fingers or a dildo because they've been so busy. "I know, love. I'll be gentle."

"No, don't. You wanted it hard so I can take it."

Louis fingers dug into Harry's hips then and he bit playfully at the skin of Harry's shoulder. "Sure?"

"Yeah, whatever you want, Lou. I need it."

Louis kissed the bite mark and leaned back to take Harry's hips firmly in his hands. He pulled out and pushed back in. Harry clenched around him and his toes curled against his calves. "Again," he breathed.

Louis gave him his request and pushed harder this time, starting a stocky, forceful rhythm inside the younger boy. "Feel so fucking good, Hazza. Shit, so good."

Harry reached a hand under himself and worked to get himself off. Louis wanted to bat his hand away but this was their first time and he didn't want to make it bad for Harry. So he let Harry jerk himself to a spasming finished while he buried himself deep and filled the condom with a sigh of Harry's name.

Louis pulled out and fell next to Harry's boneless body. His face was pressed into the pillow, but his dark hair was splayed around his head widely. Louis smiled, even though Harry couldn't see it, and curled up next to him. "Love you, Hazza."

Harry didn't answer so Louis assumed he had fallen asleep. He didn't mind, he just pulled him closer and drifted off himself.