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creamcoffeelou · 3 years

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I’ve been tagged so many times to do a sunday snippet I’m so sorry to everyone that tags me in those and I don’t do them....but here’s one! 1960s revenge/dark plot that most likely will never get finished

Content warning: dark!au read tags!

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Clouds of smoke hung thick in the air, stagnant and stale between gusts of air from the rarely opened door. A record spun soundlessly from the left of the bar, the DJ having abandoned his booth to use the toilet only leaving the loud ruckus of the men playing pool and talking too loud from the farthest corner of the bar.

The sign on the outside of the door read gentleman’s club, but he’d heard the whispers of the men on the street that this is where men with eyes for other men found themselves in the evening. He’d heard it hushed first, stacked between whispers of sin, only until the gentleman he’d been speaking with had realized he didn’t have a wife.

“Nothing wrong with a queer, son” He’d said, “We just don’t take well to the type that leave their wives at home alone to frequent them clubs,” one of the men he’d had the conversation with had cut in from across the bar, lips cracked from the smoke of his cigarette.

He wondered how many of the men that found themselves through the seedy doors of the club did leave their wives behind to see the barely-legal boys that danced in heels and dresses on the stage.

Those hushed conversations were how he found himself at the farthest end of the bar at Crimson Rose.

“Blondie at the end of the bar bought you a drink,” The bartender said with a gravelly, long-term smoker’s voice at a break in the thumping of the music. He’d been barely there all evening, only floating around when his coke had been empty for several minutes. Louis couldn’t blame him, really. He knew drunks tipped better.

“Can you make it virgin? Charge him full price if you like, he doesn’t look the type to tip well.” That got a laugh from the man, but he just moved wordlessly to make his drink.

As soon as the glass was placed in front of him the man at the edge of the bar moved to the seat beside him. He smelled like stale cigarettes and rum. All Louis could do was smile to keep himself from turning his nose up.

“You’re not from around here.”

“I’m just passing through town.” He smiled, turning in his seat to completely face the man opposite him. “I’ll be honest, I’m not really about the small talk. Do you want to get a room tonight?”

He ran a hand through his hair and ran his tongue over his teeth, waiting.

“You’re sure?” He said next. Louis quirked an eyebrow and nodded.

“I’ll be outside. Meet me out there once you’ve paid both of our tabs.” He ran a hand down the bare skin of the man’s arm, with a playful smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He left, then, walking outside with quiet steps.

He stood outside for barely ten minutes before the man joined him, a hand on his hip. “Let’s go.”

He hailed a cab from the corner as the man kept a firm hand around his waist.

It was a silent ride to the hotel room, the silence filled with the empty promise of a night to remember.

Louis wasn’t sure what the other end of that night looked like. Whether the man beside him had a wife, a family, a job. He didn’t really care. Those weren’t the thoughts filling his mind as he sat beside a face that felt too familiar.

It didn’t matter, really.

The cab ride was quiet. Each of them stayed on their respective sides of the seats, silence heavy between them as the eight track cassette that the driver had restarted after it finished.

The hotel was closer than Louis thought it would have been and they made their way inside too fast.

The elevator and the room key and everything felt like a blur of moments that Louis could barely focus on. All he could bring himself to focus on was the bag that hung around his shoulder.

And yet, as soon as they were inside Louis’ mind felt hyper-focused.

Kissing the man who’s name he didn’t care to remember felt wrong.

Every part of him wanted to reject it, and yet he stayed. Let him touch him as he peeled off pieces of clothes that weren’t meant to come off.

The room he’d booked was a full suite; a living room and a bedroom. The TV was on, playing some news anchor who droned on in the background the Louis was more interested in than the lips pressed against his own.

“Let me make you a drink. Then we can go to bed.”

“Oh that’s alright –“ Tension spread through the man’s muscles all at once as he leaned forward, body following Louis’ movements as he moved from his lap to pad across the floor.

“We’re in no rush, right?” He bit his lip with a gentle smile, eyebrows raised just slightly. “We have all night, right?” He watched with wide eyes as his body language relaxed, body falling back to rest in his chair once again. Louis doubted he even realized how much he told with his movements, the story radiating off of him in full phrases as Louis watched him.

He mixed the drink with his finger as he walked, sucking the tequila off of it with hollowed cheeks as he let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Tasteless, scentless.

Clean and easy.

He planted himself back onto his lap as he pressed the glass into his hand.

He took one drink, then two. Pausing between each to rake his eyes up and down the expanse of Louis’ exposed skin.

Minutes passed. He sipped at his own soda, watching as the redness in the cheeks of the man across him deepened.

“You remember me, right?” Louis asked, running his tongue over his teeth. The smile fell from his face as Louis wrapped the lace of his robe tighter around his body.

“What?”

“Let me give you a little reminder. I was sixteen and you were at a party with some of your,” He paused, grimacing, “Friends.”

A flash of recognition swept over his face all at once and Louis smiled with a closed mouth. It wasn’t forced for the first time throughout the entire night, and that sent some sort of twisted satisfaction up Louis’ spine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, such a shame. Because I think you do,” Louis teased, a small smile spreading over his face.

He was certain that the man in front of him knew exactly what he was talking about, without so much as a doubt in his mind. He’d been one of the five men that had ruined his life, and he wanted nothing other than the revenge he knew he rightly deserved.

He stood there for a moment once the movements stopped.

The silence felt too loud. Deafening. Yet it quieted some of the ruckus inside of his head. Not all of it, not enough of it, but some, and that was the start that Louis knew he needed.

He ran his hands down the front of his shirt, smoothing out some of the wrinkles there. Then he took a last glance at the animal, finally in hell where he belonged, on the ground in front of him. A smile spread over his face as he walked out of the motel doors, peace resting on his shoulders instead of the burden of his past.

Morning came much too fast.

He felt rested but his eyes felt heavy as he nursed the cup of coffee that his waitress refilled graciously without nicety or small talk. He leaned himself over the counter, guarding the coffee with tired eyes and a sore body.

A body took the seat next to him and his eyes darted over. Too many rings on long fingers caught the glimmer of early morning light cast from the window, attached to pale hands.

“Whole bars open, you know.” He said first, straightening out his hunched back as he glanced over.

“You took something from me, and I’d like to know why, exactly.”

“Afraid you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just passing through town.”

“Well ain’t that something. I could have sworn your name was Louis Tomlinson, and last night you murdered Samson Trell.”

He stiffened, back straight as he finally looked clearly at the man that sat beside him. The entire diner had cleared out, his eyes darting from table to table where he knew people had sat just minutes before. His eyes raked over him then, surveying the crisp press of his gray suit coat that matched the hat that sat on the counter just beside him.

“You writin’ a book or something, or are you gonna let me enjoy my coffee in peace?”

“I’d like it if you answered my question, actually.”

“Didn’t hear a question there.”

“Did you murder Mr. Trell?”

“No, I did not.” In his mind, it wasn’t a lie. What he did wasn’t murder – just revenge in the only form he could ever see it taking. The man beside him hummed, but he didn’t sound convinced. “You seem to know my name. Mind if I get yours?”

“I do mind, actually. Now, I’d like it if you told me the truth.” His green eyes seemed to glow brighter in the morning sunlight, flakes of brown and gold swimming in too-big irises, but they felt darker as he shifted his shoulders, revealing the gun tucked into the seam of his pants.

“You a cop?” He didn’t get an answer, instead just a lifted eyebrow and a slight frown. “I didn’t murder anybody.”

“See, now I gave you two chances,” The man said with a perfectly straight toothed smile that felt genuine yet somehow still sent a chill down Louis’ spine. “You’re gonna tell me the truth this time, or I’m going to kill you.”

A different kind of dread seeped down into Louis’ stomach at that moment, eyebrows drawing down with slightly parted lips.

“When I tell you that I did, are you going to shoot me anyway?”

“Depends on how good of an explanation you have for why.”

He grit his teeth, sighing on an exhale. “He,” A pause, “He hurt me. Three years ago. Took me this long to find him and get to him.” There was a pause between them, then. He felt the other man’s eyes raking over him, an imaginary heat radiating against his skin where he looked at him even if his gaze looked neutral. “I didn’t murder anybody. He got what was comin’ to him and if you wanna kill me for that then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Louis just looked at him, trying to hold the same intensity of his gaze even over the pounding of his heart.

“I’m not going to kill you, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you took something that belonged to me.”

“I certainly wasn’t aware that he belonged to anyone,” Louis scoffed. “I’m not sure what you’re playing at here, but why don’t you leave me be? I’m just trying to have my breakfast so I can leave town and you can forget all about me.”

“Well, darling, if I just forgave every debt I was owed, what kind of businessman would I be?”

“Do you always draw everything out so much? Can you just get to the point? Good Christ.”

“Well Mr. Tomlinson, since it seems you’d like me to be blunt, you’re going to replace Mr. Trell. You won’t be taking his job, specifically, but from now on you’ll answer to me. In return, I won’t kill you.”

“If I say no?”

“I don’t take you to be that stupid.”

“I don’t take well to being given an ultimatum.” Louis raised an eyebrow, frowning. “And you haven’t even so much as told me your name.”

“You can know my name once I know your answer.”

“Between the choices of dying and answering to you, I’ll obviously join the latter.”

He finally got a smile from the man across him who stood, replacing the hat on top of his head after setting a five-dollar bill onto the counter. He reached out a hand with confident movements and Louis found himself standing, too, motions coming before the thoughts felt solid in his head. He considered himself a master at reading people, yet he drew a blank with this man. All he could do was meet his hand and shake it, his grip firm and solid and the rings cold against his fingers.

“My name is Harry Styles. Let’s take a walk.”

#dark au #y'know...my brand #revenge murder au #insinuation of past SA #not explicitly stated but heavily implied so dont read if thatll squick/trigger you

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creamcoffeelou · 4 years

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@slowlyseducedbycurls told me to write some angst w fluff and a happy ending so I thought I’d attempt to write an idea that’s been rolling around in my head for a while

This is def only the beginning of somehting that’s going to be WAY longer

..........

The sign on the outside of the door read gentlemans club, but he’d heard the whispers of the men on the street that this is where men with eyes for other men found themselves in the evening. He’d heard it hushed first, stacked between whispers of sin, only until the gentleman he’d been speaking with had realized he didn’t have a wife.

He wondered how many of the men that found themselves through the seedy doors of the club did leave their wives behind to see the barely-legal boys that danced in heels and dresses on the stage.

Those hushed conversations were how he found himself at the farthest end of the bar at Crimson Rose.

“Blondie at the end of the bar bought you a drink,” The bartender said with a gravelly, long-term smokers voice at a break in the thumping of the music. He’d been barely there all evening, only floating around when his coke had been empty for several minutes. Louis couldn’t blame him, really. He knew drunks tipped better.

“Can you make it virgin? Charge him full price if you like, he doesn’t look the type to tip well.” That got a laugh from the man, but he just moved wordlessly to make his drink.

“You’re not from around here.”

He ran a hand through his hair and ran his tongue over his teeth, waiting.

“You’re sure?” He said next. Louis quirked an eyebrow and nodded.

“I’ll be outside. Meet me out there once you’ve paid both of our tabs.” He ran a hand down the bare skin of the man’s arm, with a playful smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He left, then, walking outside with quiet steps.

He stood outside for barely ten minutes before the man joined him, a hand on his hip. “Let’s go.”

He hailed a cab from the corner as the man kept a firm hand around his waist.

It was a silent ride to the hotel room, the silence filled with the empty promise of a night to remember.

It didn’t matter, really.

The cab ride was quiet. Each of them stayed on their respective sides of the seats, silence heavy between them as the eight track cassette that the driver had restarted after it finished.

The hotel was closer than Louis thought it would have been and they made their way inside too fast.

The elevator and the roomkey and everything felt like a blur of moments that Louis could barely focus on. All he could bring himself to focus on was the bag that hung around his shoulder.

And yet, as soon as they were inside Louis’ mind felt hyper focused.

Kissing the man who’s name he didn’t care to remember felt wrong.

Every part of him wanted to reject it, and yet he stayed. Let him touch him as he peeled off pieces of clothes that weren’t meant to come off.

“Let me make you a drink. Then we can go to bed.”

“Oh that’s alright –“ Tension spread through the man’s muscles all at once as he leaned forward, body following Louis’ movements as he moved from his lap to pad across the floor.

He mixed the drink with his finger as he walked, sucking the tequila off of it with hollowed cheeks as he let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Tasteless, scentless.

Clean and easy.

He planted himself back onto his lap as he pressed the glass into his hand.

He took one drink, then two. Pausing between each to rake his eyes up and down the expanse of Louis’ exposed skin.

Minutes passed. He sipped at his own soda, watching as the redness in the cheeks of the man across him deepened.

“You remember me, right?” Louis asked, running his tongue over his teeth. The smile fell from his face as Louis wrapped the lace of his robe tighter around his body.

“What?”

“let me give you a little reminder. I was sixteen and you were at a party with some of your,” He paused, grimacing, “Friends.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, such a shame. Because I think you do.”

He stood there for a moment once the movements stopped.

The silence felt too loud. Deafening. Yet it quieted some of the ruckus inside of his head. Not all of it, not enough of it, but some, and that was the start that Louis knew he needed.

Morning came much too fast.

A body took the seat next to him and his eyes darted over. Too many rings on long fingers caught the glimmer of early morning light cast from the window, attached to pale hands.

“Whole bars open, you know.” He said first, straightening out his hunched back as he glanced over.

“You took something from me, and I’d like to know why, exactly.”

“Afraid you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just passing through town.”

“Well ain’t that something. I could have sworn your name was Louis Tomlinson, and last night you murdered Samson Trell.”

“You writin’ a book or something, or are you gonna let me enjoy my coffee in peace?”

“I’d like it if you answered my question, actually.”

“Didn’t hear a question there.”

“Did you murder Mr. Trell?”

“I do mind, actually. Now, I’d like it if you told me the truth.” His green eyes glowed brighter in the morning sunlight, flakes of brown and gold swimming in too-big irises, but they felt darker as he shifted his shoulders, revealing the gun tucked into the seam of his pants.

“You a cop?” He didn’t get an answer, instead just a a lifted eyebrow and a slight frown. “I didn’t murder anybody.”

A different kind of dread seeped down into Louis’ stomach at that moment, eyebrows drawing down with slightly parted lips.

“When I tell you that I did, are you going to shoot me anyway?”

“Depends on how good of an explanation you have for why.”

He grit his teeth, sighing on an exhale. “He raped me three years ago. Took me this long to find him and get to him.” There was a pause between them, then. He felt the other man’s eyes raking over him, an imaginary heat radiating against his skin where he looked at him even if his gaze looked neutral. “I didn’t murder anybody. He got what was comin’ to him and if you wanna kill me for that then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Louis just looked at him, trying to hold the same intensity of his gaze even over the pounding of his heart.

“I’m not going to kill you, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you took something that belonged to me.”

“Well, darling, if I just forgave every debt I was owed what kind of businessman would I be?”

“Do you always draw everything out so much? Can you just get to the point? Good Christ.”

“If I say no?”

“I don’t take you to be that stupid.”

“I don’t take well to being given an ultimatum.” Louis raised an eyebrow, frowning. “And you haven’t even so much as told me your name.”

“You can know my name once I know your answer.”

“Between the choices of dying and answering to you I’ll obviously join the latter.”

He finally got a smile from the man across him who stood, replacing the hat on top of his head after setting a five dollar bill onto the counter. He reached out a hand with confident movements and Louis found himself standing, too, motions coming before the thoughts felt solid in his head. He considered himself a master at reading people, yet he drew a blank with this man. All he could do was meet his hand and shake it, his grip firm and solid and the rings cold against his fingers.

“My name is Harry Styles. Let’s take a walk.”

#del has already read snips of this but theres MORE NOW #all mistakes i blame on my drunkeness #bc im absolytely plastered rn #srry theres no fluff like you requested #YET #soon to be i hope :(

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