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Harry sits in his car a good ten minutes before he can even think about moving.
Louis wants to call him daddy. Louis wants him to treat him like a child.
Harry wants Louis to call him daddy. Harry wants to spoil Louis rotten and give him everything he's ever wanted.
Louis however is regretting ever telling Harry. The last time he told someone they'd been boyfriends for nearly a year. He met Harry the other day. He barely knows Harry.
Louis stays curled up against Liam's chest, occasionally having Liam be replaced by Niall. They calm him when he cries, feed him and reassure him that even if he likes what he does, they still love him.
But he wants a daddy. Liam and Niall are not his daddies. He needs someone to call daddy. He wants that someone to be Harry. Louis thinks Harry doesn't want the same thing.
Harry is worried. Louis isn't answering any phone calls or text messages. He hasn't heard a thing from him since the secret was exposed. Harry is grateful that Louis told him, happy that he boy seems to trust him.
A few days after the 'admittance' Harry is fed up by the lack of response from Louis. So he drags himself out of bed, makes himself get dressed and drives to Louis' house.
It's risky, yes. But Harry thinks it's a chance worth taking. He wants to make this work, make sure Louis is okay.
So he pulls up at Louis' house and takes a few minutes to psych himself up before he leaves his car. He knocks on the door and holds his breath.
The door swings open a minute later, Niall stood with a confused look on his face.
"Oh." The blonde just stands there, not knowing what to do.
After a few more seconds of silence Harry clears his throat, effectively restarting Niall's brain.
"I don't know if Louis would want you here," he frowns.
"I need to see him. I need to know if he's okay."
Harry gives up on waiting and barges past Niall, making his way upstairs. He walks into a bathroom and s guest room. Then there's the only room left. And Louis is in there.
He walks in, eyes taking over the child's wallpaper and the toys scattered on the floor. But the thing that really catches his attention is the boy curled up in a snivelling mess on the bed.
"Lou," Harry sighs, walking over to sit on the bed. The boy's head peaks out of his blanket fort and he whimpers before burying his face into a pillow.
"No. I want to talk to you, Louis," Harry sighs.
Liam walks into the room, frowning at Harry.
"Why're you here?"
"I need to talk to Louis. I don't want trouble, Harry says calmly. Louis' head pokes out again, staying up this time.
"Lou?" Liam checks.
"I-I'll be okay," Louis mumbles as he sits up and paws at his face. "Li, you can leave."
"Hi," Harry breathes. Louis frowns.
"Hi. I'm so sorry for the other day," Louis whispers. "I don't want you to freak out and leave me alone or anything. But if you don't want to speak to me again Id understand."
Harry immediately shakes his head.
"Id love for you to call me daddy and let me take care of you. I'd love to give you rules and enforce them for you. I'd love to have the chance to be with you."
"I don't want your history or interests to get in the way of us being a thing."
"Okay."
"Will you try for me?" Harry asks gently.
"Yes," Louis sighs in relief.
"Good," Harry grins. "I want you to make a tumblr. Blog everything you enjoy and things you want to try. I'll do the same and then in a week or so we can look at each others and see what the other likes. You think you can do that? You can write your own rules list if you wanted to," Harry offers gently knowingness from experience that Louis thrives when he has rules to abide by.
Louis nods.
"I can do that."
"You can call me daddy, if you want," Harry suggest nervously.
"Yes daddy," Louis whispers. His voice is so quiet that Harry almost doesn't hear it.
But he does and he can't help kissing the boy. Their lips move together softly, showing the other their feelings. His dick seems interested and so does Louis'.
"No naughty things tonight," Harry grins. Louis nods in agreement as he covers his pants bashfully.
"Nothing naughty."
Harry gets up, kisses Louis' forehead and tells him it's time for him to leave.
"Do your homework, baby," he smirks before skipping happily out of the house.