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Louis awoke the next day, feeling like shit. "Fuck..." He whispered under his breath, climbing off his bed lazily. He opened the door slowly, noticing that Harry wasnt around. The house was quiet, silent, breathless... Louis heaved a hard breath, sighing. How long was he holding it in his lungs? He nervously walked around the whole flat, biting his lower lip. There was phone call after a few minutes alone in the quiet home, which made him yelp. His eyes widened and he scurried for his phone, scrambling to answer it. "Um Louis Im sorry to tell you this but... The concerts cancelled and um... Harrys in the hospital." Liam breathed, biting his

I quickly put on my oversized white sweater that went down to my upper thighs. I sighed dramatically as it wouldn't stay up on my shoulders! I threw on my casual black leggings and black miniskirt. "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!! It's time for work!!" My father, who was actually my creator, yawned and sat up. "Hello Mini, how are you this morning?" "Alright. Tank already fixed my eye locks and my back drone." "He did, did he? That old man helps me with everything." I smiled, and nodded. My name was Mini. It stood for Mechanical IlectrioTech Nano Invert. I was made with bright pink eyes, black hair, peach skin, and the height of a 16 year old. My

Harry sat up, frowning. "Louis..." Everyone glanced back at the two and Niall inwardly groaned. "Twenty bucks their gonna fight..." He whimpered out softly in Davies ear. Meanwhile Davie was to busy pushing his hands down Nialls trunks, spreading his ass. He moaned loudly against Davies neck and chuckled, smiling. "Your such a good girl Niall." He purred, making Niall shudder and nod. Louis frowned, looking at Harry. "What? I think this would be... good... For us." He breathed, looking down. "Harry I really want this... I want everyone to know. We have to tell Simon-" "Wait Lou..." "Management-" He breathed hurriedly. "Louis wait-" "Our

Louis sat there, a nervous smile on his face. "General Reagan, Tom Reginald,  Felix Rogers." As they continued to say name after name, Louis frowned. They must have skipped Harrys name. That was it. Harry had to come back from Iraq after 3 hard years of war. They had adopted a baby and named him Lewis, because Harry always liked the name. "We would like to apologize to the families that have lost their husbands, wife's, sons, daughters, uncles, aunts... Let us pray for these fallen soldiers of war." The Commander began reading off names, slowly. "Anne Alman. Petter Burns...." He continued reading on and on until he heard it. "Harry Styles."

The next morning... Harry jerked awake with a massive head ache and a hand down his jeans. He shuddered as he felt his hand around the base of his morning wood. "Oh Louis just keep gooooi-AH!" He gasped as he dropped to the floor onto his face. He weakly pulled out and shakily walked into the bathroom. He took a cold shower, making sure his rock hard cock softened, barely. He got out of the shower, naked. "Oh damn." A petite Derek gasped as he bumped into Harry, naked as well. His face heated up and he looked down, seeing Harrys hard on. Derek blushed, running off. Harry walked into his room, ignoring Niall and Davie. He pulled on some Calv

(Harrys point of view) "A date? You've got to be kidding me! We have to plan this kind of thing, it takes time and money! And besides, I don't want to go on our first date with these guys! I mean how awkward would that be! And..." blah blah blah was all I could hear from Louis' sexy ass lips. "Lets just stay here?" I suggested with a roll of my eyes. "We better be kinky tonight." I warned, giving the boy a small glare. A small knock on the door made us forget what we were doing. I sauntered over to the door, a smirk over my features. "I bet it's one of my adoring fans!" I cried, opening the door. "Youre not that loved, babe!" Louis laughed

I woke up with and yawned, smiling contently. I opened my tired eyes open and realized it was late into the afternoon. I quietly snuck out of bed and felt something run down my leg. I looked down and blushed. Cum dripped down my ass and to my thighs, then my legs. I pulled on Harry boxers, unable to find mine. "Bloody hell..." I muttered. I unlocked the door and heard moaning and screaming. It was coming from the living room? I peaked around a corner and gasped. Niall was on top of the tattooed teen. Davie had his hands cuffed and was bucking himself against Nialls ass. "You dirty little whore!" Davie growled, grinning like mad. "Ive been a

"Hey, director? Im awfully tired of singing. Can we just end it here today?" Harry asked. The director man sighed, taking off his glasses. "Oh alright. But make sure you remember the whole song by tomorrow, because I know you only want a break because you don't the whole song, Harry." Harry blushed, glaring. "Whatever." He turned to us, mainly me. "Louis. Lets play football." I looked at the guys and the group of the girls. "But Harry. You said you were gonna show me something, in private." The main girl in the music video for What Makes You Beautiful cried, giving me a glare. "Sure. Lets play football." I interrupted, smiling at Harry. H

"Oh god..." I mumbled, covering my face, pressing my head against the counter. "They aren't mad at you, you know." I turned around and there stood Liam. I looked at him, his face showed disappointment. "O-Oh..." He walked over and wiped my tears away, but held my head in place. "I was really shocked when I saw you two uh... being intimate." The boy mumbled, caressing my cheeks. Why was Liam getting so close to me? He inched closer but I heard a bang against a wall. I turned my head and saw Harry, his boxers secure but his pants were unbuttoned. His fist was against a wall and he was glaring dangerously at Liam. The rest of the group walke