Kings and Beggars of the World - Part 7

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Title: Kings and Beggars of the World

Rating: NC-17

Author: braincloud2

Parings: Harry/Louis, ot5

Warnings: Sexual content, unexplained time-travel, and some offensive language.

Disclaimer: I don’t own people. I don’t intend offense. This is fiction.

Word Count: 40,000+ (!!!)

Summary: Harry’s on tour and he feels on top of the world-that is-until he wakes up one morning to find himself at the first day of the X Factor boot-camp, just sixteen years old again, and absolutely terrified that he’s just lost the last two years of his life.

Pt 1 --- Pt 2 --- Pt 3 --- Pt 4 --- Pt 5 --- Pt 6

A/N: Double update time! There is a whole load of smut here, just warning you now.



They moved into the X Factor House down on Hyver Hill the next day, and it felt a little like returning to a favourite holiday home. The crew had set everything up perfectly and there were loads of snacks and drinks waiting for them on the main dining room table. Sunlight was shining through the large front windows, and the view of the hills outside was absolutely spectacular.

‘Vas happening, X Factor house,’ Zayn cheered, as all the contestants made their way through into the reception hall.

Louis darted from Harry’s side, seizing Zayn’s shoulders and shaking him. ‘We have to see everything. It’s all so new and amazing!’

‘I can hardly believe my eyes!’ Zayn grabbed him back and the two of them went hollering into the next room.

‘Oh, Jesus. They’re not going to be like that the whole time, are they?’ Mary said as they put down their bags.

Rebecca looked unsure. ‘I think they’re just a little excited.’

Louis and Zayn yells could be heard as they ran all through the house, before they burst through dining room door, and came leaping back into the front room, barrelling into the other boys. Harry laughed as Louis jumped on him, and he stumbled back under the older boy’s weight.

‘A little?’ Mary repeated to Rebecca, who shrugged.

‘The young boys vill be young boys,’ Wagner announced, dropping his luggage.

‘And that guy isn’t creepy at all,’ Sophia in Belle Amie muttered to Esther, who giggled.

Louis tugged hard on Harry’s shirt, and he nearly overbalanced as he returned his attention to the older boy.

‘Come on, come on!’ Louis pulled him towards the stairs.

‘I am, I am,’ Harry said.

Louis dragged him all the way up the stairs, leaving everyone else on the lower level exclaiming over the house and wondering where to put their bags. Harry tripped over the top step, falling into Louis and trying to breathe through his laughter. Louis barely paused, lifting Harry right off the ground and hauling him down the corridor towards where they knew their bedroom was.

Harry wriggled unhelpfully. ‘Put me down,’ he yelled to the ceiling, and Louis promptly dropped him to the floorboards.

‘Look!’ Louis pointed at a door with a sign on it. ‘It’s One Direction’s room, oh my God!’

Harry laughed and opened the door as Louis’ hand fell to his back, guiding him through the doorway. The room looked the same as the first time, only the five beds all looked neat and untouched and there weren’t yet any clothes or shoes on the carpet. Harry tried to stop for a moment, but Louis planted his hands on Harry’s waist and pushed-making him stumble into the nearest bed-frame.

‘Quit manhandling me, you dirty animal,’ Harry said, flicking his hair out of his face and finding the other boy a lot closer than he’d thought..

‘Make me, baby-cakes,’ Louis said.

Harry’s protest was swallowed by Louis’ lips, so he hummed instead, arching up into Louis and letting his taste curl low in his tightening gut. He lost himself in pleasure for a moment before Louis’ words filtered through his mind and Harry bit into Louis, hard enough to make him yelp and jerk away. Harry kept pushing him back until the older boy smacked into the wardrobe.

‘Oh,’ Louis said, his eyes going wide and his mouth going slack in surprise.

Harry clasped down on Louis’ arms, pressing them to the wood, and he pressed forward to lick inside his mouth. Louis made a strained noise and his hips bucked. Harry dug his fingers into the smooth flesh and opened his mouth wider, wanting more and more, and Louis’ shoulders slipped against the wardrobe, his chest heaving up against Harry.

He ran his hands over Louis’ sides, and the older boy made another gasping sound as Harry pushed up the hem of his shirt, and scratched his fingers over the skin there, before he became aware that Louis was tapping hurriedly at Harry’s cheek.

Harry frowned, breaking off. The sound of approaching footsteps and Niall’s laugh filtered in through his fogged mind. Louis’ pushed his shoulders and he stepped back enough to let Louis right himself off the wardrobe, the other boy still breathing hard with his jumper skewed off one shoulder.

Niall and Zayn came into the room with their bags, still laughing over something, and Harry felt half-bewildered at their interruption. Louis slipped away from Harry’s side, slinging his arms around both of the other boys’ shoulders, and startling them.

‘Whoa, didn’t realise you were in here already,’ Zayn said.

‘You lads left your bags by t’e door,’ Niall said. ‘I t’ink Liam said he’d get them.’

Louis nodded quickly, breathing too fast. ‘I’ll-go help, shall I?’ He disappeared out the door, leaving Harry to wallow with the swirl of emotions in his stomach.

‘You alright, mate?’ Niall said cheerfully, throwing his bag on his bed.

Harry shot him a dark look, but Niall didn’t see, having already turned around to talk to Zayn. Harry closed his eyes momentarily. He swallowed as he adjusted his jeans, and slunk out of the room after Louis.

1D

‘Good morning, boys. How are we feeling?’ Simon asked the next day as he entered the small studio room.

‘Really good thanks,’ Liam said, putting on his responsible voice.

‘Behaving ourselves, are we?’

Zayn exchanged a grin with Louis. ‘Uh, sure?’

‘I don’t believe that for a second,’ the man said, and Harry tried to hide his smirk.

They had been left by themselves in the studio for the last hour, waiting for Simon to finish talking with each of the groups separately. They had already raided the soda machine down the hall and Harry had just been starting to go a little crazy from how Louis kept catching his eye. While they hadn’t yet said anything to the other boys, it seemed like part of them could sense it. The atmosphere in the room was charged high with all of them were being louder and sillier than usual, enough that Simon probably could have heard them in the next room.

‘Well, it’s time to choose your song, boys, so just settle down a bit.’

‘Focus, boys!’ Louis barked in a fair imitation of Paul, and Zayn dropped his head, shoulders shaking.

‘Yes, exactly,’ Simon said, pulling out a chair opposite them and placing a folder of sheets on the table. ‘Right. I’ve got a couple of suggestions and different songs to try out. We can have a listen to them and talk them over, just to find out what works and what doesn’t.’

‘Erm, actually,’ Harry said. ‘We kind of already chose something, if it’s okay with you?’

Simon raised an eyebrow. ‘What were you thinking of?’

Harry told him.

Simon frowned. ‘That’s rather a big song, boys. Look, you have to keep in mind that this is your first time singing in front of a large audience.’

Niall coughed, ducking his head and Louis patted him on the back.

‘Alright there, Nialler?’

‘Somet’ing in my throat,’ he wheezed.

Zayn leant forward on the table. ‘We’re not ones to shy away from a song, just because it might be hard.’

Simon was still frowning. ‘Boys, the harsh reality of it is that people are going to make up their minds about One Direction just from watching this first show, so we have to make sure their opinions are good ones. If you chose a song that’s too big for you right at the start, you’ll lose a lot of potential voters, which at the end of the day is what matters most.’

Harry bit his lip. ‘The thing is… we feel like we need to do a big song. We want to prove that we got here not through just how we look, but because we can sing.’

‘I absolutely promise you, Simon, we can sing this,’ Liam said.

Simon sighed. ‘If you genuinely believe that, we can try it in the studio and see how it works, but I want you to know that you’re taking a risk.’

1D

The crew members hustled them into place as Nicolo left the stage to the cheers of the crowd. It was dark behind the huge X Factor doors, and Harry felt all jittery. It had been so long since they’d preformed in front of an actual audience like this, and his head was a tumble of nervous thoughts. He startled when Louis’ knuckles brushed the back of his hand. He looked at the older boy, and Louis quirked his lips, making Harry’s own pull into a smile.

The sound of their week’s introduction video started. ‘Getting through to the live shows was one of the biggest moments in our lives,’ Harry heard his own voice say during the interview they’d given from the house yesterday.

‘The song we chose was one we all wanted to perform,’ Zayn said. ‘There wasn’t any problems, we just got into it really quickly.’

‘We already knew the lyrics which helped our vocal coach, Savan, a bit,’ Louis said.

Savan’s voice came through from when they were in the studio. ‘You mean, you boys have already worked out who’s singing which parts?’

There was the briefest sound of them all singing, before the shot cut away to Savan laughing.

‘I can’t believe it, they’ve assembled it all themselves.’ Savan had said that to the crew after they’d sung, shaking his head.

‘It was quite fun really,’ Liam said. ‘We had to put a lot of work in which we all enjoyed.’

‘At first, I was reluctant to let the boys sing this song,’ Simon said. ‘Normally, it would be one that a lot of bands would have trouble with first off, but strangely it worked amazingly well.’

‘These guys really need to deliver this song.’ Cheryl’s voice came over. ‘I honestly don’t know what Simon was thinking letting them choose a song so big, it’s a lot of pressure.’

The crowd broke into cheers, and then the doors were opening.

1D

‘Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while. Heaven can wait, we’re only watching the stars…’ Liam sang, as they moved into the spotlight

The glossy stage was spread out in front of them and Harry could barely see the faces of the audience through the lights, but the panel with the four judges stood out clearly. Harry pushed down the ball of nerves in his chest, and stepped forward.

‘Let us die young, or let us live forever! We don’t have the power, but we never say never! Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip, and music’s for the sad man…’ Harry smiled as he sang, catching sight of a camera lens in the audience and he winked at it.

The crowd’s cheers tripled in volume, as the beat kicked up and all five of them descended down the stairs.

‘Forever young! I wanna be, forever young!’

Harry stretched out his hand to the audience, closing his eyes as the spotlight shifted over his skin and he threw back his head. ‘Do you really want to live forever! Forever… forever young.’ He whisked the microphone away from his lips and looked to Niall in the centre.

Niall seemed to be shining in the light, his eyes incredibly blue as his voice soared. ‘Some are like water! Some are like the heat. Some are a melody, and some are a beat…’

Harry flicked his hair out of his eyes, and Louis met his eyes from Niall’s other side. A rush of warmth twisted in his stomach.

He stepped forward to sing, drawing that feeling into the words. ‘It’s hard to get old… without a cause! I don’t want to perish, like a broken horse! Youth is like diamonds in the sun…’ The words resonated through the auditorium; louder than Harry had ever sang in rehearsals.

They went into the chorus again, and Harry realised just how loud the crowd was cheering. He looked over to the judges’ panel, and saw them all watching, with growing astonishment.

‘Do you really want to live forever... forever… or never!’

He pulled back and jumped, high on the energy, and punched forward with the beat. ‘Forever young! I wanna be, forever young!’

Louis and Liam came together, slinging arms around each other’s backs and beaming out at the audience as they sang in duet; Louis’ high and clear voice perfectly harmonising with Liam’s baritone. ‘So many adventures couldn’t happen today! So many songs, we forgot to play. So many dreams, swinging out of the blue, we’ll let them come true...’

Harry gazed out the audience as he sang his deep solo chorus. Halfway through, Zayn reached over and poked him in the cheek, and a wide grin broke out on Harry’s face as he sang without missing a beat. ‘Forever young! I wanna be, forever young...’

The drums rolled and they all spread out again. Louis and Liam rushing out to the edge of the stage and getting the audience to join in and clap as Harry, Niall and Zayn took the centre and belted out the lyrics, rocking their shoulders into the music.

‘Do you really wanna live forever!’

‘Forever…’ Zayn echoed.

‘Forever young!’ they finished, Harry turned and caught Zayn in a tight hug as the audience screamed.

‘Wow! Boys, that was unbelievable!’ Louis Walsh shouted over the crowd. ‘I admit I was worried when I hear you were doing this song, but you look and sound amazing. I think you boys are the next big boy-band!’

‘Guys, the way you gel together is just wonderful,’ Dannii Minogue said, eyes wide. ‘If someone had said to me now that you boys hadn’t known each other two months ago, I wouldn’t have believed them for a second. You made that song your own, and you sang it amazingly.’

‘I seriously can’t believe it. I mean, did you style them?’ Cheryl hand was covering her lips as she looked from Simon and back to the boys.

Simon gave a small knowing smile. ‘No, they did that all themselves.’

‘They look so good though, it’s absolutely devastating. I don’t know how there aren’t girls fainting in the audience. Honestly, I can’t stand to look at them, they’re just so-’

‘Okay, Cheryl.’ Simon patted her on the shoulder and smiling.

‘But, look at them, they are just-’

‘Calm down,’ Simon said, and the audience laughed. ‘Boys, that was so impressive I hardly even know what to say. Since you put yourselves together at the boot-camp, you’ve been wowing us at every turn. I think you are one of the most exciting things to ever come out of this show. You are absolutely flying ahead of the other contestants, so well done, boys.’

1D

All five of them burst through the doors into the corridors backstage. Zayn caught a beaming Liam in a tight hug, kissing his hair and making Liam laugh, before reaching out and hooking an arm around Niall’s neck and pulling him in to do the same.

‘That was brilliant,’ Zayn said into Niall’s hair.

Liam hugged them both. ‘It was really, really amazing.’

‘It’ll ne’er get old, not in a million years,’ Niall declared.

Louis had Harry clasped tight under his arm, and he kept Harry in place as he spun about. ‘Did you see Simon’s face? Oh my God, that was incredible.’

Harry could feel the Louis buzzing, his words vibrating through his chest. The older boy kept rubbing his hand over Harry’s shoulder in an extremely distracting fashion. Louis laughed at something Zayn said, and Harry stared at the line of his neck and the way his throat moved as he spoke. Louis grinned down at Harry, and his eyes seemed to sparkle. Harry watched the older boy’s lips move as he said something, but he was too caught up with the soaring in his chest to listen, so the words blurred into a jumbled noise.

He couldn’t stop smiling for a second.

1D

That night, once the after-show party had died down and everyone had retreated to their rooms, Harry still couldn’t relax. Niall had already fallen asleep, Zayn was lying on his bed pressing buttons on his phone, and Liam had slipped downstairs for a glass of water. Harry was trying to avoid looking over at Louis, because judging by the mood he was in, he would probably do something impulsive and stupid if he did.

Harry dropped his own phone he’d been playing games on and rolled off the bed. He hadn’t yet bothered to change out of his jeans and plain shirt he’d thrown on for their late dinner, and he wondered if he should shower before bed to save fighting over bathroom time in the morning.

Harry accidently looked over at Louis’ bed, and found the other boy’s eyes glinting at him. Yeah, a shower could definitely help.

He padded out of the bedroom and made his way quickly to the bathroom down the hall that was thankfully empty. He went over to the mirror and looked at himself for a moment, wondering if he could see any change in himself physically. He certainly didn’t feel the same, but the only difference he could see from normal was that his eyes looked darker than usual.

The door creaked open behind Harry, and he watched through the mirror as Louis slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Louis stood by the door, meeting Harry’s gaze through the mirror, and rubbing his hands on the pockets of his trousers.

‘So, this is a bit weird, right?’ Louis asked, the corner of his mouth turning up.

Harry turned around to face him properly. ‘We could stop?’ he suggested eventually.

‘You really think we could?’ Louis asked, before wrinkling his nose. ‘Christ. Forget I ever said that.’

‘Said what?’ Harry smirked, stepping towards the other boy.

Louis’ eyes flicked away from Harry’s. ‘Also, you’re not allowed to speak to me with that look on your face.’

‘This isn’t a look. It’s just my face.’

‘Whatever it is, you can’t do it. I forbid you.’

‘You forbid me?’

Louis nodded. ‘Yes. It’s illegal. From now on, you shall have to wear a mask.’

‘Kinky.’

‘And one of those ball-gag things too.’

Harry leaned closer. ‘Anything else I can do right now?’

Louis’ gaze slid down to Harry’s lips. ‘I can think of a few things, yeah.’

‘Like what?’

‘Um, like-’

‘Hesitation,’ Harry said.

‘Oh, shut up, Hazza,’ Louis huffed, and he pushed his mouth into Harry’s lips.

His hands gripped his waist, and Harry made a pleased sound and he took hold of Louis’ shoulders, kissing hard and feeling that curl in his stomach. Louis pushed him until his back hit the bathroom counter. His hands rubbed Harry’s hips, moving in circles around to Harry’s arse and back again, unknowingly tightening the denim of Harry’s jeans every time he did it, and driving Harry mental.

He gasped into Louis’ mouth when the older boy gripped the back of his thighs and lifted him up onto the counter, knocking half the bottles and accessories off in the process, sending them clattering down to the tiled floor. Harry curved in on himself, and Louis tilted his head up, opening and meeting Harry’s tongue shamelessly, in what had to be one of the filthiest kisses ever.

Louis’ fingers tugged at Harry’s hips, and Harry widened his legs without thinking, letting Louis press up close between his thighs. He gripped Louis’ jaw in both hands, thrusting his tongue deep inside and he groaned when Louis not only took it, but sucked in on his tongue and pressed closer for more.

‘Ah, fuck,’ Louis gasped, pulling off just when Harry was beginning to see stars from the lack of air. ‘I need-I wanna-you’ll let me, won’t you?’ He tugged at the button on Harry’s jeans.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Harry muttered, hardly even thinking about what he was agreeing to.

Louis opened Harry’s jeans, pulling the material down with his boxers. ‘Fuck,’ Louis said again, digging his fingers into Harry’s thighs before lowering his head and nuzzling the dip of Harry’s waist before his crotch.

Harry choked and his hands flew out to grip the sink and the side of the counter, eyes going wide as he looked at the back of Louis’ head, feeling his hair tickling his belly and his breath tease along his cock, and his lips barely touching the sensitive skin.

Louis’ biceps were straining and his shoulders looked too wide bending over Harry’s lap-but then his fingers pressed almost painfully into Harry’s flesh and he didn’t move any further. Harry exhaled harshly, fighting to get control, and place a hand on Louis’ shoulder-blades. He could feel the slight tremble that Louis was trying to hide.

‘Hey, s’okay,’ he said.

In the next instant Harry was the one to tense up completely, as Louis’ hand closed around his dick, and a moment later tight, wet heat slid over him. Harry’s head fell back and thudded into the mirror, and his hand tightened on Louis’ shoulder as the older boy opened around him, his wicked tongue licking at the underside of his cock.

Louis paused again and Harry looked down to see a frown of concentration cross the older boy’s face. He gasped and his hands smacked into the mirror, trying to find something to hold onto as Louis sunk down completely. His lips stretched until his nose was right up against his dark curls, and Harry nudged the back of his throat, a litany of curses going through his mind.

Louis’ throat tightened and he pulled off, coughing. ‘That’s harder than it looks. How do girls do it?’

‘Uh,’ Harry managed.

Louis wasn’t paying attention though, too focused on taking Harry down again. Harry shuddered, the muscles quivering in his stomach as he struggled to hold still and not thrust forward into the slick warmth fluttering around him. Louis pressed his mouth right into Harry’s crotch, and his fingernails scraped the inside of his thighs, pinching and spreading the skin unconsciously as he breathed through his nose and pushed his mouth down again. Louis dragged back to lick his tongue up over Harry’s slit and he twisted his head as he bobbed down again, pushing Harry right to the back of his throat, before pulling back and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked like he was trying to inhale Harry.

Harry pressed his hand flat against the mirror and gasped for air, his mind flashing with white, because fuck was Louis a fast learner at this. His bare toes curled against the counter as he tried to spread his legs as wide as his jeans would let him. Louis kept up that overwhelming rhythm, stripping Harry of all sense and control, and his hips jerked forward, pressing into Louis’ throat as the older boy took him down again. Louis choked around him, lips tightening and teeth catching on his cock, and Harry was gone.

‘Lou,’ he tried to warn, but his voice came out in such a high whine as every muscle in his body went tense. Louis pulled his mouth back as Harry’s hips bucked, and his lips and cheek were streaked with Harry’s release.

Louis stared up at Harry, his blue eyes scattered with green and grey like sea-glass, as white come dripped down his tanned cheek.

‘The fuck, Harry?’ His voice was agonisingly hoarse. ‘You ever heard of warning someone?’

‘Tried,’ Harry exhaled, body going loose. ‘Sorry.’

Louis huffed and grabbed Harry’s shirt, yanking the material forward to wipe his face.

‘Oi,’ Harry protested, weakly slapping at Louis’ arm.

Louis let him go, and stood up, avoiding Harry’s eyes. His face was flushed, and his lips looked used and wet and Harry couldn’t stop staring.

‘Okay, that was fun,’ Louis said brightly, voice still croaking. ‘What’s a quick blowjob between pals, eh? Practically business-like.’

‘What?’ Harry said, mind fuzzy.

‘Never-mind. Let’s get you up, Curly.’ Strong hands hauled Harry off the counter and he stumbled when his jellied legs touched the floor.

‘Wait,’ Harry said.

Louis tugged at Harry’s jeans, buttoning them up quickly, and thumping him on the back. ‘Come on, out you go. For God’s sake, Hazza, at least try not to look so fucked-out when you go back to the room.’

‘Huh?’ Harry nearly tripped on the doorway step as Louis pushed him out of the bathroom. ‘Wait. Aren’t you-? Don’t you want me to-’

The white door shut on his face. He stared, half-expecting Louis to open it again, even as he heard the lock click.

He hesitated, and then knocked.

‘Kinda busy here,’ Louis called through the wood.

‘Open the door, Louis.’

‘Not happening.’ The other boy was out of breath.

Harry shuffled his feet, and looked over his shoulder down the dark hallway. ‘Um.’

‘Just-go to bed, already.’

Harry nodded slowly. ‘Okay. But, Louis?’

‘What?’ Louis sounded desperate.

‘I just wanted to say…’ Harry leant close to the door, lowering his voice further. ‘I think your mouth is fantastic, and I wouldn’t mind returning the favour.’

Louis swore from inside. Harry patted the door before moving off back to the bedroom, and nearly fifteen minutes later, Louis crept back in as well. Harry watched from his top bunk as the older boy crawled into bed, wondering if he should say something or if Louis would say something. In the end neither of them did, and Harry fell asleep thinking of Louis’ lips.

Part 8