Street Walker

Having his contract terminated by one of the biggest male modeling agencies in the world, Louis Tomlinson has no source of income and is facing repossession on all this things to pay the bills. Desperate for work, Louis gets involved in the dark career or male prostitution and falls hard for a client he meets on the street named Harry Styles. Could Harry end up saving Louis from a financial crisis? Or could he put Louis in another business that could ruin his life? Only time can tell.

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8. Take It As You Want, Styles

 

“You’re an asshole you know that.”

“Yep.”

It was six o’clock on Monday, the 21st of September. Louis was leaning over his small kitchen counter, his iPhone glued to his ear. Harry’s deep voice traveled through the speaker, making Louis feel nervous and tingly. He plinked two ice cubes in a small glass and filled it with vodka to calm his nerves a little bit. Harry had recommended Louis to Thomas, the director of the new porno Louis was supposed to star in. The script sat comfortably in his fingers as he stroked it, feeling the rough edges of the paper against his soft hands.

“You just looked so happy when we were finished the scene.” Harry continued. “I thought you would like to star in one, and when I heard Thomas was looking for a star, I thought of you.”

Louis blushed. A star? Him? It didn’t feel like it was happening.

“Thanks.” Louis slurred.

Harry scoffed on the other end. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

Even though Louis couldn’t see Harry, he knew he was smirking wickedly. He almost dropped his phone but made a lucky save and pressed it to his other ear. “Take it as you want, Styles.”

There was an awkward silence and Louis took the opportunity to move to the couch. His ash tray sat on the coffee table, full of ashes. Louis had been smoking a lot more lately. He was always nervous.

“Well how about you come over and have a drink with me?” Louis suggested. “I never really got to offer you one the last time you were here.”

Harry paused, then sighed. “Why the hell not?” Louis made a silent “yes” sound. “See you in a bit.”

 

Louis paced himself in his small, cramped bedroom. His queen bed took up the majority of the room and the sheets were draped on lazily and hadn’t been washed in god knows when. There were clothes scattered on the cold wooden flooring and plastic cups sitting on his end table. A bottle of sleeping pills sat up tall on the top of his dresser, staring at him.

Louis shook his head. He hadn’t taken those in a while. Grabbing them in his sweaty palm, he threw them in the wastepaper basket on the other side of the room. He opened his armoire and stared at his clean clothes. There were only a couple shirts left and one pair of way too tight jeans. Sighing, he grabbed them and slid off his pajama pants, feeling the cold breeze through the open window on his legs.

 

As he stared in the mirror, he almost immediately regretted his outfit choice. A purple American Apparel V-Neck sat comfortably on his shoulders and the jeans were so tight he could barely walk in them. As he turned around to change, there was a knock on the door.

“Shit.” Louis slapped himself for picking the worst outfit possible. These pants were going to rip any second, but he had no time to change.

Louis walked as best as he could over to the door, taking a deep breath in. He turned the knob slowly and flung the door open excitedly. There Harry stood, tall and handsome. He was wearing a pullover Hollister hoodie and skinnies.

“Are you going to let me in or what?” Louis realized he had been staring at Harry for too long. He blushed and looked down.

“Yeah come in.”

Harry moved into the small living room and sat on the floral couch Louis had found by hi building’s dumpster when he had just moved in. His building was old and dirty, but it was home for him, and really all that he could afford before the pornos. The sand coloured wallpaper was peeling and sometimes the water and electricity would turn off, but Louis never found the courage to leave. Just as he thought about no electricity, he heard a buzz, then a snap. Suddenly, everything went dark.

“Fuck.” Louis cursed. “Not again.” He rushed over and set candles on the coffee table. The only light in the room was the street lights that pierced through the thin, white curtains.

“Sorry.” Louis apologized, lighting four candles with his lighter.

“No problem.” Harry nodded, his green eyes looking woodsy and dark with the candle light.

“The electricity goes out here a lot…” Louis admitted. “So does the water.”

“That’s really terrible.” Harry kept his gaze forward. He glanced down at the ash tray. “You’ve been smoking more than usual.” He pointed at the tray. Louis felt his temper rise a little.

“What’s it to ya?” Louis spat.

“Woah man.” Harry surrendered his arms. “Just wondering if you’re feeling alright, you seem down.”

Louis pulled a cigarette out of a package and lit it, taking a long drag into his lungs filling them with sweet smoke. He exhaled and fixed his gaze on Harry. They met eyes for a second, then Harry pulled out a cigarette and copied Louis.

“I think you’re stressed out about this movie, mate.” He chirped. He closed his eyes slowly, blowing the smoke out of his nose. “You don’t have to do it.”

“I want to.” Louis became attentive. “But I’m not sure about if I can do it with you again.”

Harry draped his arm around Louis’ shoulder, pulling him close. Harry’s shirt smelled like smoke and Playboy cologne. He inhaled Harry’s sweet scent and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder, his cigarette still in his hand.

“I’m lonely.” Louis admitted. “I’ve lost all of my friends, and my family hasn’t talked to me in months.”

Harry pressed his chin on Louis’ forehead. His hand began to stroke Louis’ shoulder rhythmically, making Louis feel calm and collected. A tear dropped down his cheek as the memories of all his friends flooded into his mind, drowning him in a sea of happy memories. Everything had changed.

“I-“ Harry began, but caught himself. He couldn’t get himself into this. Not again.

“You what?” Louis looked up into Harry’s emerald eyes.

“Nothing.” He smiled a toothy grin. Louis drowned in Harry’s eyes as he realized what he had gotten into. The words Harry had once spoken to him when they met rang in his ears. The way he had said it, the way he smiled wickedly. There was something different about Harry that Louis couldn’t put his finger on. Louis could never forget Harry’s intensity when he had said those words, reminding him that no one was ever safe. Louis did feel pretty safe in Harry’s arms, but he knew the feeling would not last forever.

As Louis’ eyes became heavy, he drifted asleep on Harry’s chest. The last words that rang through his mind were the words Harry had said so creepily and darkly.

 

You’re mine now.

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