↱THAT'S ME IN THE SPOTLIGHT↲ ⇾larry stylinson⇽

Chapter 9

Quick note before this chapter begins! Im soryr for lack of updates, i've been very busy with school and work! There will be two more updates posted this week! Happy Thanksgiving!

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There'd been a brief few moments in New York with Harry when Louis had felt all the weight

lifted off his shoulders, the ennui Paris burned into him had completely eased. Something else now

filled the hole it had left, though. Louis could feel himself weigh heavier as he sat up in bed. A

Hollywood hotel suite with a naked teenage boy was not where a man in his thirties should be

waking up.

There wasn't really anywhere else he'd rather be, though.

Linda's message came through, ever-reliable, at 5am. Optional team breakfast @ hotel restaurant,

8am. Meet in lobby at 12pm for tour bus / cars to Universal City Walk.

Louis locked his phone screen and tossed it aside as he got out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

Harry had awoken too; Louis saw his green eyes peer under the duvet in the direction of his

crotch. Harry groaned, sitting up.

When Louis returned from the bathroom, Harry was knelt upright on the floor, hands folded on

the mattress, head bent in prayer and his pajama pants tented impressively with this morning's

waking erection. As Louis got closer, he heard Harry softly reciting the Lord's prayer.Something about the sight pinched Louis in his chest. Harry looked so obedient there, palms flat

together, head bent forward in reverence, completely ignoring his own erection. With his halo of

brown curls he looked like the children you see drawn in picture books, obediently saying prayers

with their folded hands up on the bed each morning and night.

Harry had never been that obedient for Louis, especially not when he was hard – he'd turn into a

squirming, whimpering mess until Louis dealt with it. Which Louis didn't mind at all, he liked

being needed by Harry. He loved when Harry was hard and Harry's urgent desperation was so

hot.

This display of servitude was something completely different... and just as intoxicating.

Harry wasn't supposed to start the day with god. He was supposed to start the day with Louis.

It was ridiculous to be jealous of god, because Louis didn't believe god existed. But Harry did,

and Harry was kneeling for god. Instead of in front of Louis.

That wasn't okay. It really should have been, but it wasn't. Louis had hated seeing Harry fit in

with his family and now he hated seeing Harry belonging to god – Harry was Louis', and Louis

needed to remind him of that.

Louis stood with his feet either side of Harry's calves on the floor. He bent one knee forward,

gently but deliberately, to meet Harry's back. Harry stopped praying. He didn't turn around but he

leant his head to the side, questioning. Louis kept pushing his knee against Harry's spine, guiding