◢ Both of Us - Chapter 1
Fill to this prompt:
Based on the song ‘Roxanne’ from Moulin Rouge
Harry is a prostitute and Louis falls in love with him, they have hot sex and all is good, until Louis starts to get jealous of all the guys Harry’s with, and he can’t really trust Harry anymore. Lots of anger, angst and such. Can be happy ending or sad ending, author can choose whatever they want.
Oh and if author would rather have Louis as a prostitute, that’s all good.
I just really, really want this since I’ve seen the movie like, three days ago for the first time.
Here’s the song from the movie if you’re interested:
It was the only word Louis could think of as he first laid eyes on the star of the show, sat on a swing covered with bright red roses, coming down from the ceiling. He’s dressed up like a prince, with the colours of gold, white and blue accentuating every part of his lean body. He wore tight white pants, with a shirt which was perfectly made to show off the defined muscles of his chest and stomach. The spotlight only made him shine even more with the glitter on his body. He lightly stepped off the swing with grace, making men swoon over his finesse and unfathomable beauty.
Louis walked closer to the stage, craving to see him up close, and when he did, he was even more enticed. His curly brown locks framed his face perfectly, bouncing slightly with every small movement he does, and his smile, he had this smile that made Louis’ stomach do somersaults, especially when he does it slightly, giving everyone a glimpse of his perfect set of pearly whites.
It was Louis’ first time visiting the Moulin Rouge. His family agreed on travelling to Paris for winter, and of course, being the thrill-seeking man that he is, decided to see all the places that made this city famous – and one of them was the Moulin Rouge.
From what he’d heard, the place was filled with rich men seeking women and men to give them pleasure, so he was extremely shocked, to say the least, to find the place to be classier than what he was expecting, the first floor, according to the man who sat next to him, was where they held shows, presenting all the men and women they have wearing fancy costumes that is sure to make patrons want to sign them up for the night. While upstairs was where everything happens. They have fifty seven rooms to be exact, and they’re still in the process of adding more, since they have a strict policy that none of their employees are to be brought home by anyone.
Harry looked around the pool of men hankering for his attention, their arms waving in anticipation to be chosen, to have their existence be acknowledged by him. Then Harry had to stop in his steps, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw a young man walking over to the other side of the stage. Harry immediately knew that he’s a newcomer, being that he’s never seen his face anywhere in this town. I want him, Harry said to himself. And what Harry wants, Harry gets.
And then it happened, their eyes met, and nothing else seemed to matter. It was immediate attraction. Lust? Desire? Thirst? Yearning? They both didn’t know what it is exactly, except for the fact that something about them connected. They both felt foolish to admit it, but they were in love, they just don’t know it yet.
“Do you know who he is?” He whispered to Niall as they walked to the backstage, in a rush to change their costumes.
“He who?” Niall replied without even looking back at him.
“That new guy! I saw him and he’s absolutely gorgeous.” Niall gave Harry a knowing look. “I know, it’s not allowed blah, blah, blah, but still! If you saw him, you’d want him too.” He smiled cheekily.
“Look, Haz. I hate doing this to you, but don’t forget what happened to-”
“Yeah, I know.” Harry cut him off, not wanting to hear the same speech for the nth time. “Is there a way you can find out his name for me at least?”
“As long as you promise me that you’re going to stay away from him.” Niall cocked his eyebrows at him, and he excitedly nodded in reply. “Alright. I’ll go get Liam to find him.”
“May I?” Liam smiled at the young man sat at the corner of the bar.
“Yeah, of course.” He returned the smile. “Can I offer you a drink or something?”
“Nah, only have one kidney. Gotta be careful with what I put in my body.” Liam patted his stomach. “I apologise for being blunt, but may I know your name?” Liam saw the sudden change of expression in his face. “Oh, no. I’m not a customer. In fact, I work here.”
“Then why do you want to know my name?” He asked carefully.
“A friend of mine wanted to know. My name’s Liam, by the way.” Liam replied warily.
“Oh. Well, I’m L- my name’s Lance. Lance Tomlinson.” Louis extended his hand to Liam and shook his lightly. “May I know who this friend you’re talking about? And why does she want my name?”
Liam motioned for him to come closer. “I’m going to be killed if Niall knew I told you, but, do you know Harry Styles?” Liam searched his face for any kind of reaction. “No? Well. I think it’s better if you don’t, but he’s the one asking for your name.”
“Oh. Am I supposed to know him?” Louis inquired.
“Well, I guess if you’re here in Paris, it’d be impossible not to.” Liam looked behind him and seemed to have been alarmed, as he moved away, standing up, his eyes not leaving the blonde haired man from across the bar. “Look, it was nice meeting you Lance. But I’ve really got to go. See you around, yeah?”
Louis tried his best not to look confused, offering his hand for the second time. “Yeah, course. See you.”
“Is that him?” Niall mouthed to Liam as they got out of the room. Liam nodded his head as if to have understood Harry’s reason for wanting to know the guy. “Did you get his name?”
“Lance Tomlinson? Sounds very posh.” Niall giggled as they opened the door to Harry’s apartment. “Harry, my dear! I have great news for you!”
Harry ran down the stairs dramatically, “Yes, my love? What is it?” Niall grinned at him. “My god. Did you really?”
“Well, Liam did all the work, but I deserve a bit of credit, don’t you think?” Niall hugged Harry before moving on to Liam.
“Lance Tomlinson.” Liam repeated.
“Lance Tomlinson?” Harry cooed.
“Yes. Lance Tomlinson.” Niall repeated, patting Harry’s shoulder knowingly.
“You talked to him? What did you two talk about? Did you mention me at all?” Harry asked, anticipating, his hands clapping in excitement.
Before Liam could say anything, Niall immediately cut him off. “The deal was that you only wanted to know his name. Not him knowing about you.”
Harry sighed unhappily, but when he met Liam’s eyes, he couldn’t help but smile as he saw him mouthing that he did tell him about Harry.
Niall noticed them straightaway. “You did not.” He turned to Liam. “One thing I told you not to do, and you still do it! You are unbelievable.” Niall crossed his arms across his chest.
Liam leaned closer, wrapping his arms around Niall’s body. “That’s why you love me.” He said, leaving a light peck on his cheek.
“Can you two not be all lovey-dovey right now? I’m in the middle of a crisis here.” Harry’s arms flew around him. “Niall, please. Is there anything I can do to maybe make you let me off just this one time?”
“Harry…” Niall’s tone was weaker and Harry knew that he’s close to giving in.
“I’ll find him tomorrow and ask him if he can meet you over coffee.” Liam interjected, giving Niall another kiss, as if to make up for going against his wishes.
“Thank you!” Harry kissed Liam’s temple and couldn’t help but jump up and down in excitement.
“Harry, the Duke’s going to be here tomorrow.” Niall blurted out.
“Fuck.” Harry rolled his eyes, remembering that he’s scheduled to spend the night with the Duke tomorrow. “I’ll be free for a few hours before the show. Do you think you can find him by then?”
“I don’t know, Harry. He seems to just happen to be there. He’s definitely not from here, so there’s no assurance that he’ll be coming back.” Liam reasoned.
Something in Harry’s mind clicked. And somehow, he suddenly felt certain that he’d be back. In that very few seconds that their eyes met, he knew he’d be coming back. He will. “Can you please just try?”
“Fine. I’ll try my best. Just don’t expect much.”
Louis lifted his head away from the book he’s reading to look at where the voice came from, and he was met with the most beautiful emerald eyes he’s ever seen. “Hel- hi. Hi.” He did a little curtsy and smiled at the man in front of him. He studied his face, knowing that he’s seen him somewhere before. “It’s you!” Louis’ eyes widened in realisation that the man standing in front of him is the one that did nothing to help him achieve any sleep last night.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He was scared that he wouldn’t recognise him, considering that everything happened so fast last night. “Yes. It’s me.” He smiled. “Oh, how rude of me. Let me introduce myself.” He suddenly felt excited; it’s been so long that he’d met anyone who knew nothing about him. “Harry Styles.”
Louis held his hand lightly, feeling the soft skin of his palm. He felt giddy with so many things flooding his mind in a short amount of time. Harry Styles. He said it over and over again in his head, certain that he has heard his name before. “Harry Styles.” He said again, loudly this time. “Your friend-”
“Yes. I had one of my good friends get your name and follow you and here you are!” He forced a chuckle to ease the gaucheness that came with confessing that he had him tailed. “Are you angry?”
It was Louis’ turn to let out an inept chuckle, embarrassed to admit that he is in fact glad that Harry had him followed. He would’ve never had the guts to do the same for Harry, no matter how much he wanted to see him again. “No, no. Not at all.” Now that his mind was a bit clearer, he finally had the chance to take in Harry’s features, something he’d been longing to do since he saw him last night. Last night. He remembered what he talked about with Liam. “May I know why you wanted to know my name and why you went through lengths just to see me again?” Louis knew the answer to this. He just wanted to hear it from Harry himself.
“I’m attracted to you and I know you feel the same way about me, or at least that’s how I felt when I saw you last night.” Harry answered candidly. Louis couldn’t help but to smile at his lack of subtlety. “Tell me Lance, am I right?”
Louis knew that if his family found out that he’s associating himself with a person of Harry’s lifestyle they would definitely disapprove and most likely disown him, but right now, all he could think about was that he wanted Harry, and that he would rather die if he can’t have him.