Skeletons

Chapter six

Louis notices the smell before anything else. Leather and polished wood with a hint of a metallic aroma. The lighting is soft and dim but just bright enough so that he is able to make out the objects filling the area of the room. There is an X shaped figure placed against the wall. From the looks of it, it is made of smooth stone and Louis has honestly never seen anything like it. There are also cuffs and restraints secured to each corner of the form. 

There is a large assortment of tools that hang along the perimeter of the room. It seems as though there is some sort of wooden board bolted to the wall with iron hooks attached to it that hold the items in place. There are canes, riding crops, whips, paddles and some other thing Louis finds it hard to name places on these hooks.

He walks further into the room, Harry and Edward following close behind as he inspects area.

Louis makes a face at one of the paddles. "This is like the thingamajig you serve pizza with.. only a lot smaller."

Both of the twins stay quiet as Louis continues to explore.

What really catches his eyes his the bed that sits a bit to the outer side of the room. Though it is only covered by a thin, white sheet, it looks extremely comfortable.. maybe even more comfortable than the one he woke up in. Since when did they make beds this big?

Louis backs up, a small smirk finding it's way onto his lips.

Harry clears his throat before speaking, "What are you doing, Louis?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm looking around the room, get off me back." Louis says, his accent slightly thicker than usual.

He reaches out, toying with the peculiar looking whip thing. "What's this? Feel's like cowhide."

"You are very right about the cowhide bit. It's called a flogger." Edward answers his question.

"Interesting." Louis says, his eyes trailing back to the bed.

He backs up a bit more and with a running start, he screams and hurls himself onto the bed face first.

He spreads his limbs out, making sheet angels as Daisy used to call them when she was a tot.

He suddenly feels himself being lifted up and thrown over someones shoulder, he honestly can't tell which twin it was but damn if that wasn't one fine a-

"That is enough for one day." Okay, no contractions, that means it's Harry.

"You have a nice bum." Louis grins, reaching out and squeezing at it as he hears the door slam shut. 

He lifts his head, watching the door slowly get smaller and smaller as they walk away from it.

"Don't." Harry says, making Louis retract his hand.

"But it's so pretty." Louis whines.

"So is yours." Harry places a slap to Louis' bum, chuckling at the small squeak that escapes his lips.

When Louis is placed back on his arse, it seems as though they are now in the living room area.

"What is the point of this?" Louis asks as he examines his surroundings. "Why do you own a flat complex that is four times larger than my three story childhood home?" 

"I am a wealthy man, Mr. Tomlinson, why shouldn't I treat myself to this luxury?" Harry asks, genuinely confused.

"Exactly. You are only one man, shouldn't you wait until you have a spouse and maybe a few children to do all of this? Even then, your house should not be this huge."