Baby Heaven's In Your Eyes

Chapter 2

The morning after the party was the first morning Louis had ever woken up with a big problem in his pants. He felt weird to say the least, because he literally had a tent in his cotton pajama bottoms.

Louis pulled the recently purchased Egyptian cotton duvet off of his body and struggled to untangle himself from Eleanor’s arms. She was lightly snoring and Louis found that kind of annoying. He knew for a fact that he never snored, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to put up with her snoring for the rest of his life.

He made his way to the bathroom that was right next to the bed (he wouldn’t even think about sharing a bathroom with anyone else) and looked at himself in the mirror, completely flabbergasted by the sight he was met with.

He had disheveled hair that looked as if he hadn’t combed it in forever; his cotton blouse was sticking to his tummy and his oh God. You could literally see his p***s through his pants; it was poking into the material, desperately needing release.

Louis sighed and locked the door before he sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes, thinking about his grandmother. His grandmother on the toilet, his grandmother on the toilet naked, his grandmother on the toilet naked without her denture. The thoughts didn’t just make his erection to go away, they also made him want to kind of throw up.

After he brushed his teeth and washed his face, he returned in his room to see Eleanor awake, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through her phone.

“Morning, love.” He said, the words coming out as if they’d been rehearsed a thousand times.

“Morning.” She replied smiling and held her cheek out for Louis to kiss it.

“What are you doing?”

She showed him her phone screen, which was open on the ** App. He sat down next to her and they spent a few minutes going through her dashboard, commenting on almost all of the photos.

Eleanor stopped at a photo recently posted by Barbara. It was of her, Niall, Zayn and Harry, clearly drunk out of their minds with red cups in their hands and lazy smiles on their faces.

“She’s kind of a slag.” Eleanor said and Louis nodded. He couldn’t agree more. Sleeping with someone that doesn’t spend more than ten pounds on a shirt, BEFORE marriage was just wrong in his eyes. He thought she had standards, but apparently he’d been wrong all along.

Eleanor got dressed in the bathroom with some of the stuff she had left at Louis’ house (she had a special drawer in his dressing) before they both walked downstairs to breakfast. His parents weren’t there, only Lottie and Felicite, who were almost done with eating, occupied the table.

They smiled at Eleanor and complimented her hair, which made Louis roll his eyes because it wasn’t that great, if he was honest. Then he wondered when did he find any kind of aspect about his girlfriend annoying. He was supposed to marry Eleanor. Their parents knew each other; they were planning on moving in together in a house next to Oxford once they would graduate.

They spent the rest of the day at home, in Louis’ room, watching their favorite movies and shows (The Devil Wears Prada, Bride Wars and Project Runway). For dinner they decided to go out and eat at their favorite restaurant; Gordon Ramsay’s. They didn’t need to make a reservation, his dad knew the owner personally and he could always make an exception for Louis. So at eight pm sharp they were dropped off in front of the restaurant with the promise of getting picked up two hours later.

He didn’t even have to give the hostess his name; she recognized him immediately and politely nodded, before she guided them to the best table in the restaurant, the one with the view of the town center, which was beautiful once it got dark.

They ordered the usual; Louis got the ravioli of lobster and Eleanor got the Butter baked cauliflower. They also decided on their finest white wine and the English peppermint soufflé as dessert.

Eleanor then started talking about the upcoming winter formal while Louis pretended to listen. He was looking out the window, and he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander back to last night, more specifically to the moment he’d walked in on Harry f*****g Zayn against the wall.

He couldn’t get the image of Harry’s bulging biceps, his naked, sweaty back and low grunts, and Zayn’s blessed out expression as his hair clung to his forehead. He wasn’t disgusted per se; he was just (still) surprised and felt overwhelmed by the fact that he actually got to witness such an act of impurity and sin.

His mother had told him about men who chose to love men and women who chose to love women. He was taught that sexuality was a choice, some sort of whim. He wondered if Harry loved Zayn and if Zayn loved Harry. Because if they did… then that’s all that mattered, didn’t it? Even though the Bible said otherwise.

He decided to drop the subject because their wine was being poured and the first meal was placed on the table in front of him. He only noticed that they forgot to say their pre-meal prayer when he was already halfway through the first course.

When they finished dinner they didn’t bother to pay - his dad would take care of the bill anyway, so they made their way outside where the car was supposed to pick them up and take them to Louis’ house, then drive Eleanor back to hers.

As they waited, Louis saw someone lying on the bench across the street, and ended up being completely shocked when he recognized Harry. He was sleeping, he was smoking as he lied on his back and watched the dark skies above him.

Louis wanted to know what he was thinking of, but before he could think anything else, the tattooed boy turned his head and made eye contact with Louis. Harry sat up and Louis realized he was drunk because a small bottle of Smirnoff Vodka lied half empty in his lap.

He felt sorry for Harry, and a little bit disgusted by the idea that he even socialized with someone who was sleeping on public benches while getting drunk.

The boy let the lit cigarette dangle between his lips for a few moments as he unscrewed the bottle. That was the moment Eleanor’s chauffeur came to pick them up, blocking his view of Harry.

Louis looked out the window until he couldn’t see Harry anymore, but caught him flipping them off and shouting something he couldn’t quite catch.

The next morning they had to go to church, and Louis wasn’t in the mood for it to be honest. But he did it anyway; he dressed up with his dark blue sleeveless button up, his black dress pants and matching black dress shoes.

His family was waiting for him at the table, just like they did every day and Louis thought that his life was becoming a routine; breakfast-school-homework-dinner on weekdays, breakfast-(church on Sunday)-homework-lunch-homework-dinner during the weekends.

He wasn’t sure he liked it and for the first time in his life he found himself wishing to have a bit of suspense, unpredictability in his life.

People who live for the moment and don’t think about the future are those who’ll end up sleeping on benches, he reminded himself as he downed the orange juice.

He liked his life.

The service went by as usual; not slowly but also not fast. After it was over he had to wait for his mother to talk to Mrs. Payne, one of the founders of the church, who was also Liam’s mother.

Louis was talking to Liam about the party from two days ago; Liam had seen Harry and Zayn too when they were making out in the hallway but he didn’t seem to be as shocked as Louis, he didn’t seem to mind at all really.

That’s when he saw him, sitting on the curb a bit further away, smoking. He was leaning his elbows against his bent knees, staring at the people gathered in front of the church.

“Is that Harry?” Liam asked, following Louis’ gaze.

“Yeah…he’s smoking on church property for God’s sake!”

Liam looked at him for a few more seconds before he returned to tell Louis in a hushed tone about how he had tried to smoke weed but ended up choking.

Louis didn’t listen. He watched Harry, not really sure if because the boy was too weird or too interesting. He realized that he was wearing the same clothes as the night before, when he saw him on the bench, and decided that he was not going to stare at such a person.

He went out with Liam and Eleanor to get something to eat after church, before he ended up in his room at his desk, working on his extra-credit algebra homework.

His life wasn’t boring…it was perfect.

It was all Barbara’s fault, to be quite honest. If it hadn’t been for her stupid birthday party, the longing for another party at anyone’s house wouldn’t have even occurred in Louis’ mind. He wanted, felt like he literally needed to go somewhere where it wouldn’t be all about school and rules, he was starting to fall in this horrible routine and needed a break.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t have anything against studying and focusing on schoolwork, he actually loved it. He enjoyed studying because it made him smart and it was for his future, but he couldn’t get that smirk out of his mind. The amused look that Harry had shot him when he pulled away from kissing Eleanor, like he was better than Louis. He was not. Louis’ Rolex watch probably cost more than his entire existence, so who did he think he was?

“So when’s the next party?” Louis asked when they were in the cafeteria at lunch. He was sharing a table with Liam and Barbara, right in the middle of the big hall. He liked the fact that people were always watching him if he was being honest.

“Why? You liked the one on Friday, didn’t you?” Barbara asked and Louis nodded, shrugging.

He did, in fact.

“Well if you guys decide to celebrate your five year anniversary again at your house, we can throw a party then and invite everyone in our year this time.”

“That… sounds good.” Louis said and Eleanor nodded, excited.

“And we need to get a hold of that weed thing, it was really good and we’d have more fun.” Liam suggested and for the first time he found himself not having any problem with the idea of being in the same room as an illegal substance.

“Well I don’t really know anyone who I can buy it from, at my party it was provided by Niall and the others. And if your parents will be there-“

“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Louis said quickly, surprising even himself.

“We have a month left, let’s not rush things though.” He added and they returned to eating their salads and talking about their upcoming lesson.

“Louis, hold on!”

He turned around just as he was about to walk out of the building to his awaiting chauffeur.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this in front of El and Liam… but Niall’s holding a party this Friday at his house and I’m going. So if you want to come?” she suggested, seeming a bit skeptical about her proposition.

“As in, with public school kids?”

“Yes.” She said. “We’ll be the only ones at the party that don’t go to school with them.”

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just yourself. And maybe I’ll come over before we leave together, so I can make sure you don’t overdress.”

“What’s the dress code?” Louis asked and Barbara nodded.

“Whatever’s more comfortable? Like, maybe jeans and a shirt.”

“I have that.”

“Not dress shirts though. They won’t even let you in if you come dressed up as a rich snob.”

“What will you wear?”

“I don’t know yet. We’ll see, yeah?”

He found himself agreeing, and wondered what he’d tell his parents. If he told them that he was going to attend a party that wasn’t a birthday of one of his friends’, they would lock him up in a cage and feed him extra homework.

He also didn’t know how he felt about attending another party held by people that attended a public school.

He told his parents he was meeting Eleanor that Thursday evening, when he was actually planning on going to the mall and get himself something to wear to the party. He felt a bit insulted by himself when he had to walk trough the park that was right across the street from his house and ended right in the middle of the city, two blocks away from the mall and his school.

Louis ended up buying a pair of red skinny jeans (they weren’t loose like the ones he’d wore to Barbara’s party) and a matching striped shirt that looked… normal. He even bought it from a store called ‘Forever 21’ and actually spent less than twenty pounds on it.

The sun had already set by the time he decided to walk home (he had stopped for an Iced Tea at Starbucks). Louis was a bit scared to walk through the park alone at night, but he had 999 on speed dial.

He could see an elderly couple on one of the benches, holding hands and talking, and Louis wondered as he passed them by if Eleanor and him were going to end up like that. Probably not. But he had to, because she’s always been there, and it would be really difficult to find someone else in such a short amount of time. And he definitely didn’t need anyone else. He liked his situation with Eleanor.

He passed by another homeless man sleeping on a bench and scrunched his nose, looking away from him because he kind of smelled.

Louis stopped out of a sudden, however, because he saw someone sitting on a bench right where he was supposed to turn right. It was Harry, once again, sitting on the bench, long stretched out as he leaned back against the seat while smoking a cigarette.

He bit his lip and continued walking, because Harry would most probably not even recognize him. But he did, because as soon as the tattooed boy lifted his head up to see who the steps belonged too, he raised his eyebrows, as if to say ‘this-should-be-good’. It made Louis a bit furious.

“You shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night.” Harry told him as soon as he was within earshot, and then stopped right in front of him.

He should’ve just kept walking, but no, he had to stop because he was an i***t.

“I could say the same to you.” Louis shot back and propped a hand on his hip, feeling proud of his comeback.

“I can take care of myself. You, however, gasp at the sight of two boys touching lips.”

Oh. So he had heard his not-so-silent gasp a few days ago.

Louis stepped back because the smoke was getting in his face and it would make his Burberry coat stink like smoke.

“Don’t ruin those expensive shoes of yours, sit down.” Harry said and patted the spot next to him.

“I’d rather not.” Louis replied. “Your smoke is pretty unnecessary.”

Harry ignored him, eyes falling on his shopping bag.

Was he thinking of stealing it? Louis hoped not because Harry was right, he really couldn’t defend himself.

“You went shopping at Forever 21?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Of course you’d go shopping there.”

“Well at least I don’t steal the clothes I own. And change daily.”

Harry frowned.

“Who said I don’t change daily? Do I smell bad right now or something?”

Louis leaned forward just so he could catch Harry’s smell, and to his surprise, he actually smelled good. Really good.

“I got the stealing part right then.”

“How’d you figure?” Harry asked, annoyed.

“You could never afford a Dolce perfume.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You going to call the police on me?”

“I’ve got more important things to do than spend my time calling the police on people like you.”

“Yeah? Things like doing homework and kissing your girlfriend on the cheek?”

“Don’t bring her into this.”

“Have you even had an o****m?”

Harry’s eyes pierced into his and Louis felt his cheeks heating up.

“You’re going to hell.” Was the only thing he could find himself capable of saying.

“I don’t even think they’ll accept me there.” He replied, darkly laughing, before changing the subject. “So, what did you buy?”

Why do you care? Do you want to steal it?

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on stealing your fancy rich boy clothes.”

Louis rolled his eyes, but handed him the bag.

“These are normal clothes, you planning on donating them to your church?”

“No. They’re for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“I’m going… I have a party.”

“Niall’s party?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re coming?”

He should’ve known Harry was going too.

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“You bringing anything?”

“Should I bring something?”

Harry shrugged. “Alcohol. You have the money for it.”

“They don’t serve to minors.”

“You’re not eighteen?”

“No, I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen on Christmas Eve though.”

Why would I tell him that.

“Oh.”

“Are you eighteen?”

“Nineteen, actually.”

“And you’re in year 12?”

“I failed economics last year and didn’t bother to go to summer school.”

Louis cringed. He’d never known someone who had to repeat a year, especially because of economics, since that was his best subject.

“And what did your parents say?”

“My mom doesn’t really care.”

Louis wanted to ask about his dad so badly, but something else came out of his mouth instead:

“Do you have a home?”

Harry looked at him like he had three heads, and then started laughing.

“I do, I’m not that poor. I just don’t have money for Rolex watches and two million pound champagnes, that’s all.”

“Then how do you have money for drugs?”

“Zayn and Niall pitch in too.”

“Zayn, your… boyfriend?”

Harry snorted and shook his head.

“God, no. We f**k sometimes.”

Louis felt his cheeks heat up again, flashbacks of what happened in the coatroom coming to his mind.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you? Is it illegal to talk about c**k up the ass?”

And okay, now Harry was mocking him.

“It’s not - it’s not illegal. Just… gross.”

“Don’t talk until you’ve tried it.”

“I’m not planning on trying it.”

“Because you like pussy.”

Harry’s mouth was obscene. Louis had never heard anyone swear like that before.

“I-I’m going to marry Eleanor and then we’ll have intercourse.”

“You for real?” Harry laughed and Louis had had enough.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

“Wait, I never got your name? Is it something like Richard? Or James? William.”

“Louis Tomlinson.”

“Louis.” Harry repeated and Louis gulped when he heart the word rolling off Harry’s tongue. “How posh.”

“But don’t stalk me on Facebook.” Louis told him.

“Oh, I don’t do ‘f******k’.”

“Because you can’t afford a computer?” Louis snorted.

“That, and because it’s full of people desperate for Likes from people they don’t even talk to in real life.”

“That’s a lie.”

Harry stood up, cigarette long squished against the ground, and for a moment Louis thought that he’d get attacked or punched.

“Honey, while you’re out there getting likes, I’m out here getting c**k and twats.”

And with that, he walked off. Louis watched him go - the way he slowly walked, shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets, and all he could think about was how completely annoying Harry was, and how sorry he felt for him.

When he got home he sent Barbara a picture with the clothes he’d bought laid out on his bed and she sent a thumbs up emoji as a reply, asking him if she could come over right after school. Louis asked his mother, telling her that they were going to go to have a sleepover at Eleanor’s and Barbara was just coming over because her chauffeur had the flu (?). His mother agreed and reminded him that she’d leave money for them to go out and eat if they wanted to.

“So I told her that we’d go to Eleanor’s together because your chauffeur’s got the flu.” Louis told Barbara the next day while they walked up to his door.

“The flu?” she laughed. “Couldn’t come up with anything better?”

Louis rolled his eyes and opened the double doors, before he announced to whoever was home that they arrived and they weren’t hungry.

They walked up to his room and Barbara let herself drop on his bed, not even bothering to take off her uniform. Louis would’ve normally made a comment, but he was too nervous about the party that was going to go down tonight.

He wanted to pull out at the last minute, but he’d promised Barbara and if he wouldn’t attend, he knew that Harry would think it was because of him and Louis was not about to give him that satisfaction.

Barbara’s phone rang in her bag and she stood up from the bed to pick it up.

“Zayn texted me to tell me that we don’t need to bring alcohol, they took care of it.”

“Do they have the money for it?”

“You have no idea.” She said and sat down at his desk chair while Louis looked at himself in the mirror as he untied his tie.

“They’re not actually poor, you know. They just don’t spend money on useless things like we do. They spend it on other stuff.”

“Drugs and alcohol.”

“Exactly.” She smiled. “If you asked me, I think that they’re doing a better job of spending money than we are.”

Louis didn’t fight her on it because he didn’t care. He knew he was always right so he didn’t bother starting an argument.

“Is Zayn gay?” he found himself asking her.

“Yes. Why? You interested?” she asked smiling and he blushed.

“NO! I would never! That’s… no.”

He liked the fact that Barbara was laid back and chilled and she didn’t care about what anybody was doing as long as they were happy. Even though she was sleeping with a middle class someone before marriage, she was nice. And Louis liked her.

“So when did you start sleeping with Niall?” he asked her as he stripped down to his Calvin Klein briefs. She didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he was almost naked in front of her.

“We got together last summer, but we’re together, so it’s nothing casual. We’ve been together for a year.”

“Wow. I didn’t uh- I didn’t know.”

“I love him, just so you know.”

“He seems… nice. I don’t know him.”

“You’ll get to know him tonight. We’re alike.”

“Well if he’s like you, then I’ll probably like him.”

She smiled and returned to her phone. Louis never really texted anyone besides Eleanor, Liam and Barbara. His parents occasionally, when he needed something or vice versa.

Speaking of texting, his phone buzzed on the desk and Barbara looked at it, before informing him that Liam was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi mate. What are you doing tonight?”

“Uh…”

Could he trust Liam with this? Would he tell Eleanor? She’d tell his parents for sure. He decided to trust Liam, because he was his only good male friend.

“We’re actually going to a party tonight.”

“Who?”

“Barbara and I.”

“Can I come?”

“If you want. But don’t tell Eleanor.”

“Wasn’t going to. My parents are out tonight anyway so they won’t mind. Where is it?”

“Niall’s house. Uh, Barbara’s boyfriend.”

“Oh. Where is it?”

“I’ll text you the address. Dress casual.”

“Okay.”

“See you at eight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Do you mind that I invited him?” Louis asked her once he’d hung up.

“No. I like him, he’s cool.”

She texted Liam the address, before they took turns showering and changing into their party clothes.

Louis was wearing the clothes he’d bought yesterday, and the jeans clung to his ass, making it even bigger than it was. He hated it, but didn’t have a better option.

Barbara was dressed in a white tank top, a leather jacket and some jeans. They both went with converse, Louis with white and Barbara with black.

Thirty minutes before it started they were still in front of Louis’ giant mirror, fixing their hair. If he thought about it, Louis didn’t really have to impress anyone, since Eleanor wasn’t coming. But he still felt like he had to look good, better than anyone else there.

He also felt a bit guilty about not feeling guilty because they didn’t tell Eleanor. He got over it quickly.

“We’re going to be late!” he said when he looked at his watch.

“Relax, everyone shows up at least thirty minutes later anyway.”

“But then why say eight if everyone comes at eight thirty?”

“It’s called being fashionably late. You should know about it.”

They both took duffle bags that consisted of a change of clothes with them, and Louis assumed they’d go to Barbara’s to sleep after the party. But then he was reminded that Barbara had told her parents that she would spend the night at Eleanor’s. And Eleanor didn’t know anything about it. Maybe they could go over at Liam’s house, since his parents were out anyway.

“Where are we going to spend the night?” Louis asked as he stuffed the tree hundred pound notes his mother had left him in his already filled-to-the-brim wallet.

“Niall’s.” she answered and Louis started panicking.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, where else?”

“Does he even have a room for me?”

“Everyone is going to end up sleeping over, Louis.” She smiled.

“But… he doesn’t have a big house.”

“You’ll find a place to crash.”

“What are you doing?” he asked when she stopped in a bus station.

“We’re taking the bus. His house is three stations away.”

“The bus? As in, the public bus?”

“Yes.” She laughed.

“But I can’t- I forgot my sanitizer! Oh my god, I’m not ready-“

“You’ll be fine.”

“I won’t sit down though - God knows what germs are in that vehicle.”

“I travelled by bus, like, three times before, it’s not as scary as you’d think.”

She bought them both tickets and got in the first bus that came. Louis held onto his duffle bag for the whole ride, making sure he wasn’t touching anything or anyone. He felt like he was about to have a nervous breakdown when the bus came to an abrupt halt and he bumped into the sweaty man next to him.

“Never again.” He gasped when they got off the bus.

Barbara laughed and then they turned left and walked down a long street, before turning right. It was getting dark and Louis could hear faint club music (just like in those movies) coming from a house at the end of the street, and he assumed it was Niall’s.

It was small, well, in comparison to Louis’ anyway. Barbara had been right, because he could see a few people just arriving, carrying drinks.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to get anything.”

“We weren’t, but they just brought it so we can have more.”

“I guess no one really drinks champagne here.” He said, nodding towards the six packs of beer and the long tequila bottles.

They met up with Liam right by the door. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, similar to Louis’, black jeans and converse.

“Not really.” She laughed before they went up the stairs and she opened the door, which caused the music to get louder and the smell of alcohol to get even more concentrated.

Harry had arrived at Niall’s house five minutes after eight. It was a tradition of theirs, they’d get to the party earlier so they could do two rounds of Vodka shots and check out every single person that came through the door, pick out who they were going to hook up with. If they didn’t find anyone appealing, then Zayn would find Harry or the other way around and they’d have their own fun.

If he was being honest, he was excited to see how things were going to go down tonight, because Louis would be there and he enjoyed seeing him completely clueless and inexperienced. It was a turn on for him, but as soon as the younger boy would open his mouth, his d**k would go soft. Louis was snobby and stuck up, and Harry hated that with a passion. He still enjoyed teasing him though, making him uncomfortable and seeing him squirm.

Twenty minutes later people were starting to fill up the house, and Harry found himself leaning between Niall and Zayn against the wall in the living room, with a perfect view of the doorframe.

He’d eyed a girl dressed in a tight mini skirt and an even tighter crop top, with high heels and big t**s. She winked at him and he smirked, nodding his head. He’d definitely make sure to go over to her later.

“See anyone you like, Harry?” Zayn teased and Harry was about to shrug and flip him off, but he was too focused on the fact that Barbara had entered the room with Louis and the guy that was probably his friend (he’d seen him at Barbara’s party a week ago).

He smirked to himself when he didn’t see Louis’ girlfriend in their small group.

Louis and Liam stood awkwardly a few steps back as Barbara leaned in to kiss Niall.

“We brought a change of clothes, we’ll go up to your room and drop them off, yeah?”

Niall nodded and Harry bit his lip as he watched Louis turn around and follow her out of the room, together with his other friend that seemed as innocent as him, but quieter.

His arse looked absolutely obscene in those red skinny jeans, it was practically begging for it to be gripped into. Harry smirked at the image of f*****g Louis against the wall, hearing those high-pitched moans come out of his pretty little mouth.

“See anything you like?” he asked Zayn, who was also watching the group walking towards the stairs.

“Yeah. ‘m gonna suck off that guy in the black jeans tonight.” Zayn answered, referring to Louis’ friend. “You?”

He watched Louis’ back as he disappeared up the stairs, his thick thighs he’d absolutely love to bite into and that tummy pushing against the tight shirt that he’d like to c*m on.

“Definitely.” He answered, before they both downed another shot.