Warnings: Explicit sex scene at the end of this chapter.
It was an ordinary day for Harry Styles at the office. It was seven o'clock in the morning and soon the work stress would begin even though the sun just gone up. Harry already felt a strong desire for his first break. He leaned backwards in his chair while he chewed lightly on his mint gum. He caught himself thinking that this was what he had wanted to work with when he had been around 10-12 years old. He had dreamt about standing on a stage and sing for several thousand people, he had dreamt of reaching out to people with his music but in the end it hadn't turn out that way. However, he had actually tried his luck by attending to the English X-factor at age 16, but he hadn't gone through Boot Camp. The judges had said that he needed to get a more steady voice and that he could come back in two years again.
Harry had become so disheartened he had never been on stage since then, nor had he continued with his singing, so he assumed he had lost his singing ability. Harry sighed heavily to his memories; he drew his hand over his face and stared at the black Mickey Mouse clock that stood next to his computer monitor. Mickey's white hands told Harry that it had only been five minutes since he last looked at it.
"Only 9 hours left..." Harry thought gloomily and swallowed a bored yawn. He had actually wondered several times if he would break the ice and change jobs, or at least try to get a raise, but it had not happened yet; he had thought the same thoughts for six years now, but he had never mustered enough courage to get it done, also he did not know what else to work with if not in an office.
Harry sighed again and pressed the start button to the computer. While the computer started, he pondered whether he would ask Niall if they could not go to their favorite pub 'The Burned Goose' tonight. Sure, it was middle of the week, a Wednesday to be exact but Harry really had no desire to spend the evening alone in boredom and Niall was always on to go out if there was a beer as bait.
Harry picked up his iPhone from his pocket and began to write a text message to Niall, when he was finished with writing, the computer had finally come to the login screen and Harry entered his username and password. Now he would just have to wait five minutes for the computer to come to the home screen.
Harry was actually very happy that he had such a tenacious computer, it always took about ten minutes to start, and if he had not imagined; it was actually getting slower by each day, and Harry could not resist being a bit childish and think that "the slower it is, the less I need to work".
His phone vibrated suddenly in Harry's pocket, and he immediately took it up to see who he has received message from.
Niall: Hey Harry! Are you doing well? Of course I want to go out of a pint! I guess you're asking me this because you don't want to be alone for another night… 6 PM outside the TBG?
Harry smiled to himself at Nialls answer; he was always so playful even in his texts, though it hurt a little when he read:
"I guess you're asking me this because you don't want to be alone for another night… "
Niall knew him too well and he knew how much Harry hated to be alone, but what did he have for a choice when he never found someone he wanted to spend his days with? Furthermore, Harry was lousy at dating even though he was good at flirting. The few times he actually flirted had just turned into one night stands and he was not the type of person who only wanted to have sex, he was more of a hugging and nice words person. Harry replied to the text message before he put down the phone in his pocket, the computer had come to the home screen and Harry must start working.
Three hours later, at half past eleven it was time for lunch. Harry stretched his body and his back snapped in return, he got up from the chair to go down to the lunch room. As he went down the stairs he wondered if Niall had met someone and if he put away time of his evening with his girlfriend for Harry's sake. It made him feel guilty and consider whether they should cancel their evening together or not. He sighed and sat down at the lunch table with his lunch box which consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon, he had not managed to cook anything more exciting last night and he had also gone to bed way too late. He began to eat the food while he eavesdropped on some of his colleagues' lunch conversation.
"Have you seen this blog?" asked Olivia Alice, the two sat next to each other in the office. Alice leaned towards Olivia's phone and squinted to see the text better.
"No, what is this blog?" Alice asked as her gaze went between Olivia and the phone screen.
"The blog is written by a former musician named Louis. He is 24 years old and lives somewhere here in London. Previously, he wrote about his life in the music business, I have been following his journey from being a troubadour singing in pubs to becoming famous, but then he became ill with cancer and has been in and out of the hospital the last two years, " Olivia explained objectively, Harry pricked up his ears when he heard her say the word "musician".
"Louis? You mean the Louis?" Alice replied wide-eyed, her mouth was shaped into a small "o" to soon disappear and turn into a straight line instead. Olivia nodded frantically.
"But ... W-huh?" Alice exclaimed shocked. "Have Louis cancer? Why haven't I heard about this?" she said with a troubled voice and waved with her arms.
"I don't know why you haven't heard of it but it's true! Here is the link! ", said Olivia with commitment and scrabbled down the link to Louis blog on a torn piece of a napkin.
"Thank you!" Alice strutted happily away with the note in one if her hands to fetch coffee.
Harry was considering whether he should ask Olivia if the address of the blog or not, it felt uncool to ask about a blog address because it were almost exclusively girls who were interested to read blogs about other people's lives. He bit his lip and cursed at his cowardice, there was something about this musician's blog that had aroused his interest and he wanted to know more about Louis.
Fuck this, Harry thought, and got up from his chair, he went to Olivia with a wry smile.
"I heard what you were talking about that Louis blog. Could I get the address?", brief but useful things, Harry thought with satisfaction. Olivia observed Harry with raised eyebrows a few seconds before she smiled vaguely.
"Of course. I didn't know you read blogs?", she said questioningly as she hastily wrote down the address on a different piece of a torn tissue. The break was almost over. Harry pulled his hand quickly through his hair, a bad habit when he was embarrassed, and laughed nervously.
Why am I so nervous? Be proud, instead you dork, he thought irritably before he answered.
"Naah, well I have never read blogs before but I have heard of Louis, and I think his music is quite okay, but I didn't know he had a blog so it would be nice to read it," said Harry, his mouth went like a steamroller and all he said was lies. He had never heard of Louis until a few minutes ago and he had never been interested in reading a blog in his whole 21 year long life until now.
"Ah, I see", Olivia handed him the napkin bit and he crumpled it into his pocket. He could hardly wait until he was home and able to sit in front of his computer.
Mickey Mouse's white hands were pointing at 16 o'clock and it was finally time for Harry to go home, he packed his things in the speed of light and hurried out of the building and out the underground to find the nearest tube home. A tube would go home in about 3 minutes, and Harry could barely contain himself, he picked up his phone from his pocket and looked at it.
Niall: Wolfy, let's pick up some hotties today and take them home to you?! It would be nice!
Harry grinned widely at Nialls message, he felt glad that it seemed that Niall didn't have a girlfriend yet which meant that he didn't need to feel guilty for the evening, but instead he could only enjoy it in Niall's company. Moreover, he hadn't been this excited about something in a long time. He longed until he came home, this would be a fun evening for once. The tube came driving and stopped at the station, Harry walked faster and came just in time before the doors closed.
Harry sank down on his black computer chair with a low thud, his fingers shaking when he wrote the address of the blog in the address bar. His heart throbbed violently and his mouth went dry as he came in on the blog.
Why do I react like this over something like this? Harry thought confused as he took a deep breath. He clicked on the column "about me" and was referred to another part of the blog. There was a large black and white picture of Louis with a guitar in his hands, he smiled at the camera, his white teeth sparkled and his eyes glowed with life. Harry's heart jumped when he saw Louis, he was the most beautiful man Harry had ever laid his eyes on. Harry swallowed hard and scrolled down to read the text that was underneath the picture.
Hello lovely, welcome to my blog.
My name is Louis William Tomlinson and I am 24 years old. Since childhood I have always loved music, my biggest inspiration and influence to my own music is the band The Fray and I admit that I've liked them since I was a teenager. I started my music career in 2008, at the beginning I went around like a troubadour and entertainer at various pubs but then I extended my views and began touring with various bands only to finally have own music career after a while. I've loved every second of my career and I'm glad I got to experience as much as I wanted, however, my was dream shattered into a thousand pieces March 8, 2010. That was the day I was diagnosed with cancer, the malignant one. Since then, I have been struggling for two years with my disease, and I'm not giving up yet.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blog and all of you who have followed me since I started my career, without you I would not be who I am today. Thank you!
Much love - Louis.
Harry felt his heart sank deep in the chest when he read the post.
Diagnosed with cancer, the malignant one. Diagnosed with cancer, the malignant one, echoed in Harry's head, his mouth became drier no matter how many times he swallowed. Some tears burned in his eyes, he clicked away "about me" and clicked in to the last post that had been written today, at 14:32.
I see a storm approaching
My thoughts weigh heavily in my head. Thoughts about life and about my future. Thoughts on my potential future children and thoughts on my potential wife or husband. Thoughts about my tomorrow and the day after. Thoughts about death, about my childhood and how I turned out as a person in the end. Life is a heavy burden, I have learned that I should not take things for granted, but still be able to live your life to the fullest, life is a thing we take for granted and I will probably not get a chance to grow old and see my children grow up. I probably will not get to hold my child's hand and kiss its forehead good night and whisper how much I love it. I will not get to see into my beloved's eyes and whisper "what a beautiful life we've had." There is so much I want to do, but time does not permit, life is not enough and it hurts so much.
- Posted by Louis
Harry stared blankly at the screen, he could feel the pain welling up inside him and slowly forming into a hard lump that nailed itself firmly in his chest. He had never felt this much compassion for someone before. The words that he had read was painful, it was as if he could feel Louis pain through the computer screen. He drew a quivering sigh, and discovered that he had a lump of sadness in his throat; he cleared his throat and rubbed away the tears that burned in his eyes.
Why do I feel so much for someone I don't know? It's crazy, he thought in surprise as he stood up from his chair to make himself prepared for the evening at "The Burned Goose". He promised himself that he'd read more of the blog later when he was home again.
"Niall, you have to start reading Louis Tomlinson blog!" urged Harry when they had sat down at one of the small tables inside "The Burned Goose". The air was muggy and hot, people talked and laughed, the atmosphere was cozy and warm. Soon a local famous troubadour started playing and Harry immediately thought of Louis.
"Louis Tomlinson?" Niall said uninterested with a raised, blond eyebrow before he took a sip of his pint. "Who is that?"
"Haven't you heard of him? Louis Tomlinson is his name" Harry repeated with a smile, he fingered on his beer glass while he kept his eyes fixed on Niall's blue eyes.
Niall drank a few sips of his pint before he answered.
"No, I've never heard of him. Who is it?"
Harry smiled weakly.
"Louis is a fairly well-known singer, previously his blog was about his life as a musician, but now it's something entirely different. He got cancer two years ago, and now he writes about his fight against the disease instead", said Harry enthusiastically, he really wanted Niall to start reading the blog, and he also hoped that Niall would be as moved as he himself had been.
Niall looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow; a smirk graced his pale face. Harry caught himself to find that Niall was very beautiful tonight with his tousled blond hair and ice blue eyes. His bang was styled so that it lay across the forehead in a stylish back slick, the clothes Niall were dressed in was simple but they were still looking very nice over his muscular yet slender body. Harry licked his lips; he felt he had been hard down there because of looking at Niall.
What happened to me?, he thought as he tried to sit comfortably without feeling uncomfortable between his legs. Niall was still looking at him with irritable eyes.
"I didn't know you read blogs, Harry," he grinned teasingly and took another sip of his pint. Harry cleared his throat.
"I didn't really myself but this blog is really something extraordinary. Louis writes with such feeling, you can feel it through your computer screen." Harry was surprised at what he said; he had so far only read a single post.
"So it tells you ..." Niall grinned still with a raised eyebrow. He leaned back in his chair with his hand on his stomach; he licked his lips slowly as he looked around the pub.
Harry felt his erection hardening even more when he saw Nialls pink little tongue tip, it was getting crowded and uncomfortable in his pants. He kept trying to sit as comfortable as possible, but it just got worse. Luckily, Niall seemed to not notice anything; he just sat quietly and looked around in the pub, sometimes he hummed along with the troubadour's singing. His gaze went from table to table until it stopped at Harry's.
Harry looked questioningly at Niall with a smile.
"What?" he asked.
"I've seen some good looking girls there." Niall pointed to two brunettes who sat on stools, one of them was talking to the bartender. She wore a tight red dress with V-neckline. Harry thought she looked good but he would prefer to do something with Niall, but he was unsure if Niall really wanted to do something like that with him. They had never had that kind of relationship and he didn't know if Niall wanted to start such kind of relationship now.
"Shall we go there?" Niall grinned tentative and nodded his head at the girls.
Harry hesitated, he knew from experience that he would get one of the girls in bed within an hour but he wasn't keen on it. The only thing he was really hungry for tonight was Niall's bony body against his.
"Well, I don't know. I'm not craving for it", Harry said softly, he leaned backwards in his chair and drank some of his beer.
Niall looked disappointed at him, his lips began to bulge a bit and Harry almost drooled over how soft they looked, he guessed that they were as soft as candy mushrooms and tasted just as sweet.
"Why not? Stop being so boring Wolfy!" Niall sighed disappointed; he twisted impatiently in his chair.
"No, I have no desire to fuck tonight," Harry admitted easily.
"No one said you have to fuck them Harold, we can just hang out and talk with them. Come on now!" Niall tried, he poked at Harry's feet with his own foot.
Harry looked uncertainly at Niall.
"No, I don't know."
Niall sighed, now clearly irritated.
"You're so fucking boring, you know that?" he hissed angrily, he got up and went to the girls alone. Harry sat on the chair, visibly frustrated in his desperate situation. He considered going off to the toilets to get rid of it, but instead he thought he would wait to Niall would be ready with his mingling, he knew it wouldn't go that good for Niall when he flirted alone without Harry.
An hour passed and Niall was still there with the girls. Harry was considering whether he would actually go there when Niall suddenly walked away from the girls and sat down opposite Harry.
"Was luck on your side?" Harry grinned mischievously and Niall shot off an angry, blazing eye in his direction.
"What then? Did you show off your strengths?" Harry teased childishly.
Niall sighed, clearly annoyed and shook his head without answering with words. He quickly drank of a wine bottle that had come out of nowhere.
"Can I get some of that?" Harry asked, pointing to the wine bottle. Niall nodded and poured the wine into Harry's now empty glass. Harry grabbed hold of the glass and began to drink the red liquid with loud gulps.
Eventually the world became a bit more blurry and Harry felt even hotter throughout his body, the heat radiated from his stomach and out of each part of his body. He noticed how Niall began to feel the same when he suddenly got up and stood behind Harry.
"You want to dance? I don't care if people will think I'm gay. I still have no luck with girls so I might as well act gay," he sighed irritably close to Harry's neck. Goosebumps spread over Harry's arms when he felt Nialls hot breath wafting against his sensitive skin.
"Sure," said Harry breathlessly and rose somewhat unsteady from his chair. Niall laughed when he swerved, they staggered out to the dance floor and were sucked into pure euphoria.
"You don't want to come home with me then?" Harry asked somewhat unclear when they had moved from the dance floor. They stood outside the pub in the cold November air.
Niall had lit a cigarette, he puffed out smoke like a dragon - it seemed that he enjoyed the nicotine.
"Aren't you working tomorrow?" Niall asked between the puffs, he wobbled a bit as he stood.
"Yeah but figured sick me," grinned Harry, though he wobbled a little on the spot.
Niall's blue eyes locked Harry's green and he nodded and stubbed out the cigarette with his foot.
"Sure, it's getting pretty late and I don't have the energy to take the tube home."
"Good, then we go home to me then," Harry smiled happily. He lived only a few blocks away from 'The Burned Goose'.
As soon as they come through the door, Harry grabbed hold of Niall's collar and pushed him up against the wall in a hard kiss, he couldn't wait any longer and the alcohol in his blood had made everything much worse. Niall struggled at first, but when Harry had kissed him for a while he calmed down and replied the kiss. Harry pressed his crotch hard against Nialls thighs, he was desperate for contact after holding in for so long, Niall responded by biting teasingly in Harry's bottom lip while he dug his hand into Harry's jungle of hair. Harry gasped when he felt Nialls fingers dig through his hair, chills spread down his spine. Niall suddenly broke the kiss for air and Harry let go of his collar.
"Bed?" Harry asked breathlessly, his heart raced in his chest because of the excitement and anticipation. Niall nodded directly without answering and Harry took a tight grip of his hand and led him to his bedroom.
Once there, Harry pushed Niall down on the bed without warning and quickly began stripping his clothes, Niall just lay still and watched as Harry undressed him. When Niall was undressed Harry lay down next to him and pulled his slightly smaller body next to him.
"Undress me," he ordered in Niall's ear and Niall straddled Harry, he leaned forward and began unbuttoning the buttons with long, bony fingers.
Harry carefully looked at Niall when he stripped off his clothes, he looked at how the muscles in Niall's arms worked to unbutton each button with ease, and he looked at how Niall's back moved when he worked his way down button for button. Oh, he wanted him now. Niall pulled down the super tight jeans and threw away all the clothes on the floor before he lay down over Harry with his hard penis pressed against Harry's.
"Niall... Can you imagine... giving me a blowjob?" Harry asked tentatively, he blushed slightly at the thought of his best friend's mouth around him but right now he wanted nothing more.
"We already do this so why not," Niall grinned teasingly. He slowly went down to Harry's bulging underpants and pulled them down with his mouth and two index fingers. Harry took a deep breath and his abdominal muscles tensed in anticipation. Niall pulled off Harry's underwear completely, although they ended up on the floor. Harry took a firm grip on his now free erection and began stroking it slowly himself, small moans flew out of his mouth. He brought the other hand down to his crotch and massaged his balls while he jerked himself. He closed his eyes and gradually picked up the speed. Niall licked his lips at the sight and he also began to jack himself through his underwear. He began to breathe faster close to Harry's penis which caused Harry to moan, his hips arched against Nialls face.
"Ah! Niall please!" Harry pleaded desperately and Niall could not resist his pleading, he leaned down to Harry's cock and took in as much of it as he could. Harry pulled hard for breath when he felt Nialls warm mouth around him.
"You're so hot!" Harry groaned loudly, his fingers grabbed Nialls hair which caused Niall to suck a little harder. Harry groaned again and Niall began to lick around the top while he massaged Harry's balls.
"Ah Niall! I'm close!" Harry groaned loudly, his grip tightened on Nialls hair and Niall sucked harder as he moved his head back and forth around Harry's penis, faster and faster every second. Harry felt his buttocks tightening when he came to his final; he yelled out a loud "ah!" before he spurted in Nialls mouth, surprisingly Niall swallowed everything without problems.
Harry sat up and looked at Niall with wondering eyes and a shy smile.
"Thanks... I needed that..." Harry said embarrassed, he hardly dared to look at Niall.
Niall smiled widely at him and wiped around his mouth with a napkin. His blue eyes sparkled, and Harry knew that he really wanted to continue, he wanted to thrust into Niall and make him scream in ecstasy, the idea made blood rushing down to his crotch again.
"I noticed that you needed it, I have never been that hard," Niall grinned teasingly and licked around his lips. Harry looked longingly at his pink tongue tip while he felt a pulsating in his stomach.
"By the way, I didn't know you got turned on by men? And especially not on me," added the Irish man, his eyes loose with teasing. Harry laughed nervously and nodded.
"I didn't even know myself, you know," he admitted with a nervous smile.
Niall grinned in reply before he suddenly leaned over Harry and looked at him with a dominant gaze.
"You're hungry for more, I see..." he breathed hot against Harry's cheek, his eyes slowly drifted down to Harry's throbbing crotch.
"Y-yes, sorry, but you're so damn good looking so it's hard not to be hungry for you." Harry felt his cheeks burning with red, but he spoke the truth and stood for it. Niall laughed suddenly and looked at Harry with glittering blue eyes.
"Thank you, you're not so bad you either," he grinned before he placed his long fingers around Harry's hard on. Harry let out a high pitched whine when he felt Nialls fingers around him; he couldn't understand when he had become so sensitive to these things.
"You're really hard..." Niall murmured fascinated as he began to move his hand slowly, Harry squirmed longingly to Nialls hand while he moaned again and again. The feeling of having Niall's steady hand around him was amazing and suddenly Harry realized that he had longed for this for a while, to have a night like this with Niall.
Niall pushed his hard crotch against Harry's thigh while he increased the pace of his hand, he breathed heavily into Harry's ear, and Harry groaned loudly in response.
"You are so hot when you moan like that..." Niall mumbled with a rough voice, Harry felt the Irish just becoming harder against his thigh for each move he made with his hand.
"It feel so good Niall," Harry murmured and Niall moaned lightly in response, he leaned closer to Harry's ear and started nibbling and sucking on Harry's ear lobe which caused Harry to moan and groan even louder. Niall touched the tip of Harry's penis with his thumb, it was already covered with pre-cum and Niall felt how he wanted to suck Harry again.
"I will make you scream my name tonight," Niall murmured sensually while he struggled out of his underpants. When his underwear was on the floor, Niall placed his hands on Harry's thighs and moved them aside to make room for himself. He lay down between Harry's legs and brought Harry once more into his mouth, the whole of this time. Harry groaned a loud "ah!" and wiggled his hips; he pushed up in front of Niall's palate, which made him groan louder. Niall sucked harder on Harry and grabbed his balls with one hand, his head bobbing rhythmically up and down.
"Ah Niall, you are so good! Continue!" Harry urged.
Niall moved one hand from the sack and up to Harry's nipples. He grabbed one of his nipples with his index finger and thumb and massaged it until it stiffened.
"Ahh ahh, Niall, fuck..." Harry moaned frantically, he was already close to coming.
Niall sucked at the same time as his tongue licked quickly around the head, he pinched Harry's stiffen nipple and with a scream Harry came hard in Nialls mouth. Niall swallowed it all again without nauseating, when he was finished, he positioned himself over Harry with his elbows as support and moved around Harry's hole with the tip of his penis.
"I know you want me..." Niall grinned confidently; he still had a little white around his mouth. Harry leaned to his face and kissed him on the mouth.
"Yes, take me..." he moaned and licked Nialls jaw line. Niall groaned softly when he felt Harry's wet tongue against his skin.
"If I'm going to do that you have to wet me first," ordered Niall, he moved away from Harry to lie down beside him instead.
Harry sat up and grabbed hold of Nialls hips and forced him down on the bed, he lay down between Niall's legs and took Niall immediately in the mouth. Niall pushed himself up into Harry's mouth and moaned in pleasure. Harry groaned too, the moan created vibrations against Niall's hard on and it caused him to push himself even harder into Harry's mouth. Harry took hold of the end of Nialls penis and sucked at the wet head with his lips, he sucked and licked as if it were a lollipop he had in his mouth, a lollipop with the taste of salt. Niall gasped for breath, white stars danced before his eyes, it burned in his belly of desire.
Harry released him suddenly and lay down beside him with a thud.
"Now you're wet enough," he whispered with a hot voice and Niall looked confused at him for a moment before he touched himself and nodded in response. He positioned over Harry and stroked the area around Harry's hole with the top of his penis.
"Are you ready for this?"
Harry nodded once; he had never felt more ready than now. Niall nodded and kissed him hard before he quickly but gently pressed through Harry's hole.
Harry groaned as he felt Niall get into him, it burned a little but not so much so that it wouldn't work. Niall slipped in almost without complications, he breathed heavily when he was completely inside Harry.
"Does it feel good?" Niall breathed, he found it hard not to lose control. Harry was so tight and hot around him.
Harry nodded and put his legs over Niall's shoulders, locked him. Niall began to move slowly, and Harry tried to move at the same rate.
When they found the right rhythm, Niall began to move faster while he bit and licked Harry's sensitive neck which caused Harry to moan even louder than before. Niall placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, moving both harder and faster inside him; stars began to dance in front of their eyes and finally Niall struck Harry's G-spot.
"AH! NIALL!" Harry shouted, when it exploded before his eyes, he sprayed all over his stomach. Niall rode out Harry's orgasm and when he struck the point, Harry yelled out Niall's name again and it exploded in front of Niall's eyes, it felt like he was shattered into thousand pieces. After a few seconds of vibrating climax, Niall leaned over Harry and breathed heavily against his neck.
"We have to do this again", he croaked, and kissed Harry's chin before he slipped out and lay down next to Harry.
"Do you really want that?" Harry asked in surprise, he reached for the opening to his bedside table where he had a handkerchief packing. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his stomach and gave a handkerchief to Niall who also dried himself off, and then they slipped under the blanket close to each other.
"Yes, why not? I haven't had this kind of good sex in a long while," Niall murmured tired. His eyelids were heavy and he yawned.
"We'll see what you say tomorrow when you wake up here and discover how drunk you were tonight," muttered Harry as an answer, he stifled a yawn before he spooned Niall from behind and held one arm around Nialls chest.
"Mmh..." Niall mumbled in response, and they both fell asleep.