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Louis checked himself over in the full length mirror just one more time. He had to look perfect. He was meeting with really important business type people that could 'make or break' Harry, and he didn't want to disappoint. Hiking up his small black booty shorts for the millionth time he turned around to see Harry standing in the door way.
"You look great babe." Harry said coming closer to Louis and wrapping his long muscled arms around Louis' thin and curvy waist. "You are one sexy little kitty." Harry nip the sensitive part of Louis' neck causing the young boy to giggle slightly.
"You said if things go well tonight you'll buy my the newest line of Burberry, right? That's the only reason I'm going to the stupid Halloween party anyway I could be out getting trashed with my friends you know." Louis' replied raising and eyebrow at Harry. Unwrapping Harry's arms from around him Louis leaned forward wiping a bit of the eyeliner he used to make kitten whiskers of off his cheeks so it didn't look so smudged and messy anymore.
"Yes of course , now let's go." Harry grabbed Louis' arm and pulled him out of the bathroom down the hall and to the front door of there large penthouse.
"Oh wait!" Louis said running back to the bedroom and grabbing his phone off of the charger, then running back to Harry. "Now I'm ready!"
Harry rolled his eyes when he realised that Louis went back all for his shiny black iPhone X that Harry just bought for him. "Great now let's please go." Harry grabbed Louis' arm and pulled him to the elevator. Once they reached the lobby Harry led Louis to his large black range rover opening the passenger side door for him-because lord knows Louis wouldn't get in the car if he didn't- then went to the driver side.
As they pulled away Louis looked up from his phone and turned towards Harry. "Why are we going again?" he asked then went back to snap chatting his friends.
"I told you babe. I'm meeting a very important person, my life depends on this going well." Harry informed Louis. Harry didn't know how true that statement really was.
Louis rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt your life depends on it." Not looking up from his phone Louis then added, "Why did I have to dress up and you don't?"
"I am dressed up." Harry defended.
Louis scoffed, "As what? A 28 year old man wearing a tie?"
"I'm a teacher, thank you very much." He answered. "Now there are something's we need to go over before we get there so please listen." When Harry got no reply he glanced over and saw Louis typing away on his phone. Harry slammed on his breaks causing Louis to lurch forward and hit his head on the dashboard, his phone dropping to the floor.
"My phone!" Louis gasped, rubbing at his slightly red forehead. He’s used to the injuries but his possessions must never be messed with.
"Louis, pay attention!" Harry barked. Louis huffed and readjusted the kitty ears that were placed on top of his head. "Now when we get there it's going to be wild. Drugs and alcohol everywhere. Don't take or drink anything unless I give it to you. Also when we go to meet this guy don't say a word and stay close to me. And please just don't ever leave my side period okay?"
"Yeah yeah, did you really have to make me drop my phone just to state the obvious?" Louis sassed turning to stare at the window. Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Instead he turned on the radio.
'Check it out' By Nicki Minaj and Will. I. Am was playing. Louis squealed and turned up the music, badly rapping along with Nikki, but some how Louis made something usually so annoying so cute, as he always does.
Soon enough they were pulling up in front of a huge mansion. Music was pumping and people were both in and out side of the house. This was Louis' type of party. Loud crazy and wild. Not exactly Harry's cup of tea.
"Who's house is this?" Louis gasped out in aw. "It's bloody huge!"
"It's the guy were meetings house." Harry replied shortly.
Harry got out of the car first making his way around to Louis side of the car and opening the door for him. Harry help the small boy out of the car then wrapped a long muscled arm around his petite waist pulling him in close.
"Hazzy, I'm sorry for being so rude in the car." Louis said looking up at Harry with his big blue eyes, which looked brighter tonight due to the eyeliner he put on making perfect cat eyes and most girls couldn't even do.
"It's fine babe." Harry said pecking Louis' lips. "Now the guy I'm meeting is inside upstairs, so let's go."
"B-but what about the party?" Louis asked frowning slightly. There is no way he dressed up all cute and he doesn't even get to party.
"After the meeting love." Harry said, pecking Louis' lips once more before heading inside and up the stairs.
Louis couldn't help but become slightly curious as to why Harry never said who they were meeting with and why. Louis knows everybody Harry associates with. So is this somebody new?
Louis didn't have time to ask because soon Harry was knocking on a large wooden double door. The door swung open almost instantly and the two boys were greeted by a large muscly man with a stone cold face. Louis eyes widened and he shrunk further into Harry's grip.
The man stepped out of the way and let Harry into the room, pulling a reluctant Louis along with him. The room was dark, and had a very Godfather-esque feel. There were four large men surrounding them, not counting the one guarding the door, there was a large mahogany desk with a black leather chair that was turned back facing them, there wasn't anything on the desk but a simple small silver pistol. This made Louis assume that all of the large men were armed also. He also concluded that the room must be sound proof because he could no longer hear the party that he could hear very well when he was just outside the door. All in all Louis was scared shitless. He was ready to go home and have a nice long bubble bath.
"Harry." Louis whimpered looking around with wide, scared, blue eyes.
"Shut it Louis." Harry hissed tightening his grip on Louis enough so his nails dug into the younger boys hip.
"But Harry I'm scared." Louis whimpered at the feel of Harry's sharp nails digging into his side.
"I said shut it!" Harry barked causing tears to escape Louis eyes. Harry was an intimidating man. Especially to Louis who was significantly younger then Harry. Louis wanted to tell Harry how much he wanted to leave, but he didn't want
to risk angering Harry anymore.
"Harold. Pleasant to see you again." A voice rung throughout the room. Louis gasped when he noticed a man siting in the leather chair. He was dressed smartly in a grey blazer with a black shirt underneath. The man himself was stunning. Tan skin, golden eyes, small amount stubble.
"Zayn." Harry replied smilply.
"Ah, and I see you've brought along a guest. Who might this be?" Zayn asked drumming his fingers along the desk top.
"This is Louis, he's my current partner." Harry said only acknowledging Louis for a second.
"Well Louis it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Zayn." Zayn said addressing Louis now. Louis too scared for words simply nodded then looked to his feet. Zayn chuckled but soon stopped. "So Harry I'm sure you know exactly why your here."
"Yeah," Harry said. Harry looked nervous. And Harry wasn't one for nervous looks. So Louis went from shitting his pants to practically fainting.
"So? Where is my money?" Zayn prompted placing his hand on the pistol and dragging it close to his body. "Because I have a hard time believing you have 100,000 pounds in your pockets."
"I don't have it." Harry shrugged trying to play it cool, but it wasn't working. It was slowly getting Harry killed.
"Is that so?" Zayn said with a quirked eyebrow. Harry simply nodded. "We had an agreement Harold.” He tapped the barrel against the side of his own head, “You were to repay me by tonight."
"Well I don't have your money." Harry sighed, "give me a month and I swear I'll have the money to you. I promise."
"No, no. That wasn’t the deal!” Zayn laughed, waving the gun in the air, “you would have gotten rather upset if I told you I would loan you the money but didn't give it to you when promised now wouldn't you?" Harry said nothing but gave a small nod. “Now I’m a man of my word and my word was I’d loan you the money and if I didn’t get it back in 3 months time I’d shoot you dead.” The room was eerily quite.
Suddenly Zayn cocked the gun and pointed it towards Harry's head. "Tell me Louis, has Harry ever hit you? And be honest now, I don't tolerate liars." Zayn spoke never breaking eyes contact form Harry.
”Lou-“
The gun fired and Louis flinched a tear escaping down his cheek. He looked up the see Zayn aiming the gun at the ceiling.
“I was talking,” Zayn took a deep breath, “to Louis.”
Louis gulped what did Harry hitting him have to do with anything. "uh," Louis didn't want to rat Harry out, but he didn't want to get himself killed either. "Y-yes." Louis finally whispered in a small voice.
"Good, that's going to make my next decision so much easier. I'd move out of the way love." Louis stepped back and not a moment later the sound of a gun rang through the room. Louis let out a loud scream and ran over to Harry's now dead body.
No tears left Louis eyes. Not immediately. It took him awhile to process that fact that Harry, his lover, his only sugar daddy is dead. Now Louis won't have somebody to pay his phone bill, and he'll never get the newest line of Burberry at this rate. Sure Harry was a total douche bag at times and hit Louis once or twice - a day - it was all worth it because Louis got everything he ever wanted, and now it's all gone. With no one to support him Louis might have to get a job.
And that thought made him sob.
"Now, now love." A thick voice spoke from across the room. "Crying won't bring him back to life now will it?" Louis looked up and saw it was Zayn who spoke. The older man sat comfortably in his chair, messing with the gun in his hands.
"No," Louis said looking down at Harry. "It won't buy me that new line if Burberry either. Because of you I have to go find a job!" The word was like posion on the young boys tongue.
"Wait. Who said anything about you going anywhere?" Zayn said with a raised eyebrow. "Now why don't you come over here and sit on my lap. We can have a little chat whilst my men dispose of the body."
Louis contemplated his options. He could turn his back on a man -with a gun- and go back to the streets where Harry found him, and find try to find work. Or he could place his big bum on Zayn's lap, get to know him, have sex and possibly be taken care of the rest of his life.
It really wasn't a choice.
Louis walked over to Zayn and straddle his waist. As soon as that was done the large men made their way over to Harry, lifting his body and taking it out of the room. Not that Louis really cared. Harry was dead and useless to him now. His main focus was finding a new sugar daddy. And his sights were set on Zayn.
"So love," Zayn said placing his hands under Louis' bum and giving both checks a firm squeeze, "how old are you?"
"18," Louis replied teasingly grinding his bum on to Zayn's hardening length, "I'm turning 19 in one month and 24 days!"
"Aren't you such twink," Zayn moaned thrusting his hips upward, "But that's good because I like 'em young."
"How old are you?" Louis gasped, the friction was ungodly, and the spandex he was wearing felt exceptionally tight.
"30."
"That's good because I like 'em old." Louis teased, biting his lip and grinning.
"So what do you say we move it to the bedroom?" Zayn asked about to stand up, but Louis stopped him.
"Wait just a second mister." Louis faux gasped. "Are you suggesting I have sex with you? A man I just met? A man who just killed my only source of food, water, clothes and shelter?" Zayn simply nodded with a large smirk on his face.
"Hell yes." Louis giggled.