CHAPTER 2

Harry sat in his flat all morning that Thursday, nursing his hangover and backache. The pain was becoming a dull throb, a light pain where he wouldn't need any pills to fix it. He had stayed in front of the television all morning watching Caroline on her talk show laughing and chattering with her co-host.

Ed plopped himself down next to Harry grabbing the remote from Harry's hand changing the channel to another talk show that was interviewing the person Harry happened to hate the most.

"You're pathetic," Harry grunted.

"No, you're pathetic. You are pining after a woman who broke up with you because you are too young, which is true," Ed snapped back a bit defensively.

"No, you're pathetic because you're pining after a guy that wants nothing to do with you because you hang out with me," Harry snapped right back.

"Shut up! I didn't mean to make him mad! I was just trying to flirt with him!" Ed cried out.

Harry's green eyes bore into the television staring at none other than the Louis Tomlinson. The brown haired, blue eyed boy was the lead singer of a band called, The Rouge, but he was the only one in the band anyone actually cared about, which had gotten to the brunette's head. Ed had always had a crush on him. Ed knew about The Rouge before they were even close to being mainstream. Ed had been following Louis before he himself had gotten discovered, which was the same way he had been discovered.

Harry knew almost everything there was to know about Louis Tomlinson, which was something he was not proud of, and it was all Ed's fault, with his constant chatter about him. And it so happened that the large recording studio Ed and Harry worked at, Louis worked out, to Harry's dismay, and to Ed's joy. They all worked for the same company, at the same recording studio, at the same time as Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

One time Harry and Ed were going to work, at the recording studio, as per usual. They walked into the studio building, and of course, there was Louis Tomlinson with his entourage. They were chattering loudly, and Louis had his arm around a girl's waist, whom Ed had pointed out to Harry because Ed was disappointed that Louis was taken, but also approved of the girl he had chosen. Harry stared at the girl with an eyebrow cocked up, and suddenly, his face sported a large pout.

"I know that girl," Harry huffed out, crossing his arms, acting as if a child that would throw a tantrum at any moment.

"So?" Ed replied. He was obviously staring at Louis' perfectly shaped, plump, ass. Another part of Louis, Harry despised as well. The boy just had to be perfect in everyway.

"So! That bastard sleeps with any and every girl or guy I have a conversation with, even when half the time I'm not even interested in them! I swear! I found her as a floor model, and I just was asking a question about her clothes for Caroline, and Louis walks past the window, and now he's obviously 'dating' her because of me! He wouldn't even know her if it wasn't for me!" Harry growled out.

"Harry it's not like it matters. She's not even your type," Ed huffed out with a laugh, walking towards the hallway that led to different recording booths. Unfortunately they had to pass by Louis, and Harry walked ahead of Ed to get away from the brunette as fast as possible. As they passed by him, Ed decided he wanted a piece of Louis' ass, so he slapped it. Louis normally would laugh at anyone who slapped it, because it was such a frequency that someone did smack it, that Louis had become used to it. He turned laughing to look at the person, but it halted at the sight of Ed with Harry.

His nose wrinkled in disgust, as he looked Harry up and down, and looked into Ed's eye lined eyes. "Don't touch me again. As long as you're hanging around with that Eskimo, I don't want you near me," Louis said disgusted, looking as though he was going to throw up, or shoot someone.

Ed's eyes widened and he growled out Louis, standing in his face now. "Then stop fucking stalking him and messing around with his life and his women," Ed growled out, his hands into fists. Harry was behind him now, holding him back. Yes he did want to see Louis sporting a black eye, but Harry wanted to be the one to give it to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You know Harry, I can see why you are with Caroline, she's such a great fuck," Louis smirked at Harry.
Harry pulled Ed back and moved towards Louis growling and snarling like an animal. The young boy's eyes' were now glazed over with red, his green eyes darker than normal, and was being held back by Ed because he was now trying to punch Louis in the face.

"Control that damned savage Eskimo!" Louis had turned Harry's band term into a new animal that was something to be shot at because of how disgusting he had decided the new animal was.

"I can't believe you're friends with something so uncontrollable, and someone with no talent."

Ed pulled Harry around, his back to Louis, and his nose turned up at Louis, shoving Harry forward toward the recording studio, letting him go when they were a good distance away.

Even after this incident, Ed still adored Louis like he was the creator of Heaven, Earth, and everything else Ed had believed in. And Harry still despised him, probably hated the male even more so now that he knew Louis was the main reason why the love of his life broke up with him for such dumb reasons. And now Harry was forced to watch the male on the television.

Thankfully right as the brunette was boasting about his bands new CD coming out, and his new girlfriend, and his perfect ass, Harry received a text from his manager. Harry sighed out in relief and flipped off the television before standing up, collecting his car keys, phones, and beanie.

"Hey, Eddy, I've got to head out to the studio. See you later," Harry laughed happily, and left the flat. Slowly he walked out to his car, smiling at a few camera's, not really caring about his sweats, tank top, and greasy hair, beanie, look.

He slipped into his car and turned on the radio loudly, singing and car dancing through the traffic, and found himself singing to a The Rouge song and changed it quickly, his mood becoming sour again because of the male's stupid song.

He arrived at the studio with in no time, still hoping that his manager wouldn't get mad at him for being 'late'. He made his way through the studio walking into the engineering room to see four girls laughing and singing at the same time, the engineering group looked very mad about this, except a blond who was cracking up while he worked.

Harry's manager came up to him smiling apologetically, telling him he had to wait until the girl band inside 'Little Mix' had finished their recording session because they had been goofing off most of the time. So because Harry had to wait because of the girls having a bit too much fun, he decided to go to the bathrooms because he knew it would take a while, and he might as well do something with his time.

Harry entered the bathroom going to the sink to clean his hands and face of anything left over from the previous night's sexcapades. He washed his hands in the sink checking his face after placing some water on it for any breakouts, but found himself lucky that he had none.

His green eyes wandered looking through the mirror to see the winner of 2008's X-factor, Liam Payne. The boy had been a successful singer since he was fourteen, and after he left X-Factor, and now that he was nineteen. Harry actually admired the serious, yet silly singer since the was first on television.

Harry smiled at Liam, who smiled back at him, standing next to him to wash his hands. His fingers were dirty from playing guitar so much, the grease on the strings wiping off on his fingers. They glanced at each other through the mirror laughing, small flushes gracing their cheeks. Harry slipped his beanie off and began fixing his hair, wanting to stay as long as Liam continued to be next to him. And Liam, to Harry's happiness, stayed next to him, trying to wash the invisible germs off.

"Sorry about Caroline… And I guess Tomlinson too," Liam sigh out, smiling kindly at Harry, "He really is a bastard isn't he?"

Harry glanced over to Liam through the mirror, seeing that the male was actually looking at him, and turned his head to look at Liam in the eyes for real, a small smile spreading across his lips.

"Do you need a hug Harry?" Liam asked, his brown eyes shining happily. Harry was thankful for the man's kindness, and his gentleness with Harry's feelings. No one had been gentle with him so far, and he was relishing in Liam's kindness at the moment. They didn't personally know each other, but they had spoken on occasion, when necessary, and found that they liked each other.

So, they did find themselves on close enough terms to be able to exchange a hug without it becoming a big thing, in their minds.

Harry slowly walked towards Liam's open arms, practically tackling the slightly shorter male, Harry's arms around Liam's shoulders, and his face buried in the crook of Liam's neck. Liam chuckled lowly, soothing Harry even more, and gently wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, squeezing him gently.

They didn't pull away after this embrace, oh no, they pulled each other closer, Harry's breath ghosting along Liam's neck, making the hair's stand up, and causing the older boy to shiver against Harry. They were now pulling each other flushes against each other's chests. Liam's cologne assaulted Harry's senses causing his body to become alert, and send shivers down his spine to his member. Harry's own cologne left over from the previous night assaulted Liam's as well, causing the same reaction to come out of him.

Harry's lips gently kissed and nipped at Liam's neck slowly moving his lips up to his jaw, before Liam captured his lips in his own. He backed Harry up against the bathroom wall, grinding into him hard. Harry gasped out with a slightly too loud cry of pleasure. Harry ground back into Liam, pleased to hear a groan escape the male's lips, and that he was as hard as Harry was.

Liam's hips moved against Harry's harder, a grunt coming from the orders male's lips. Harry growled out when he was becoming frustrated. He wrapped his arms around Liam's shoulders tightly, and jumped so that his legs were around the top of Liam's hips. The older singer's hands gripped Harry's thighs tightly, and with one swift movement pulled the sweats off of his ass.

"No boxers?" Liam chuckled kissing the small spot behind Harry's ear, causing the boy to buck against Liam.

"I like being naked, my roommate made me put clothes on," Harry huffed out with a small whine.

Liam grabbed Harry's too hard member and pumped him quickly as he continued to assault his neck, leaving as many marks as was possible. Harry was bucking up into Liam's hand, his fingers tangled into the curly light brown locks. Harry's hands slowly moved down the front of his chest, panting out as he focused on his goal of getting Liam's member out. Which he succeeded in easily.

"Harry… I don't have a-."

"Doesn't matter… Don't worry 'bout it… Just do it," Harry panted out with a growl at the end, brushing his still slightly open hole against Liam's obviously aching member.

And that was the only convincing Liam needed, because he pushed into Harry slowly, gently, allowing Harry to become adjusted. Once Harry gave Liam the okay, he really just went buck wild on him. Their pants and moans bounced and echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

Liam was gripping Harry's hips tightly, and Harry arched off the wall, his head falling back, his dark brown curls, sticking to his forehead, cheeks, and the wall. He moved his hips as best as he could, loud moans coming out of his own mouth. Their noises escaladed louder as Liam moved faster. Harry gripped Liam's hips tighter as the man began pumping him faster, squeezing his member hard as he reached the base every time. Harry's hands tugged at Liam's hair, gripping tighter as he found himself very close.

"Liam," Harry panted out as a warning of how close he was.

"Me too," Liam gasped out in his ear, a small groan and grunt slipping out.

Their movements became faster and more erratic, needy and jerky thrusts into Harry, and against Liam. And only a couple moments later their seamen was spilled, and they rested against each other, against the wall. Liam gently kissed Harry's neck, reaching to the paper towels to wipe of the seamen that had spilled from Harry. Harry had his head back against the wall trying to breath properly. Once Harry and Liam was clean, the older male pulled out gingerly, helping Harry unwrap his legs and set them back onto the floor. Liam tugged up Harry's pants as Harry gently stuffed Liam back into his own pants.

"Thanks… I really needed that," Harry sighed out, a cheeky smile appearing on his face as he glanced up at Liam.

"No problem," Liam replied, reciprocating the look, then suddenly fell into a serious one, "Just… don't tell anyone. My girlfriend would kill me, you know?" Liam responded placing a wet paper towel to Harry's neck, before tossing it in the trash making his way to the bathroom door.

"Uh… Sure?" Harry frowned slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared after Liam, in complete and utter shock and bliss, unsure what to hold onto. Once the door shut, and a couple seconds Harry yelled out curse words hitting the paper towel dispensary and screamed in pain as he sprained his hand, holding hit gingerly, grunting and cursing.

He went back to the sink and tugged on his beanie fixing it so that his hair was completely out of his face. Harry stared at his face with anger and growled loudly again, wishing to punch the wall or the mirror. He splashed water in his face hoping to get rid of the sex that was obvious on his face.

Harry glanced to the spot he and Liam had just been fucking when he heard a stall door open. He froze and became ridged. His eyes wandered to the mirror, and released a low, dangerous growl at the sight of the most disgusting human being in the entire universe, at least in Harry's opinion. That terrible all knowing smirk on the singer's face, disgusted Harry, made Harry feel disgusting. That sneer, nose wrinkle on that normally very pretty face, a look he only had with matters concerning Harry.

"You're a whore aren't you? Fucking two guys in less than twenty-four hours? Disgusting creature you are Eskimo," Louis said out as he went to the sink next to Harry, showing that he wasn't afraid of the young man.

"You're quite the whore as well, probably off to fuck Liam, and the model from last night? You've had Eleanor and Caroline, and every other odd person except Ed," Harry spat out, "You've had more sex with more people than me, or anyone else in any life time."

"It's like you're trying to get pregnant. Fucking these people with out a condom? I think that's a bit worse than what I'm doing right? Drag someone else down into to deal with the disgusting trash you are, and you will birth," Louis growled out, pursing his lips, hands on his hip.

Harry growled out loudly slapping Louis hard, causing the male to laugh at him loudly. "Fuck you Styles, you slap like a bitch, like the fucking bitch you are. And you know what, I'm going to tell the press what you have been up to with these poor taken celebrities, seducing them like a whore."

Louis tugged off Harry's beanie, and tossed it to the door. "Don't want to make it obvious that you were fucking Payne do you? Everyone knows you wear a hat after sex," Louis scoffed, "Now go fetch and leave."

Harry was done with being insulted by Louis Tomlinson, and with one swift movement he punched the boy hard in the face, a black eye already forming when Harry left the bathroom.