Baby

Chapter 1

"Thank you for visiting the London Paradise Aquarium, please come back, next month we'll be gaining three loggerhead sea turtles and they'll need a name!" He chirps excitedly as he walks his tour group to the front desk.

"Louis! Can I speak to you?" His boss, Sam, calls to him from the corner of the blue lobby. A scowl graces his elderly face, cheeks red.

Louis looks at him nervously, adjusting his sea green tie and the collar of his black polo as he walks cautiously over to him.

"Hi, Mr. Weaver, what can I do for you today?" Louis asks, voice fake cheery.

"You have a private tour tonight. 7:45 PM. Don't be late. Or my- I mean your, head might end up on a silver platter." He instructs, shaky finger pointed at him.

"But- I mean of course- But sir, I'm not meant to be doing private tours for another month I thought." Louis says, flabbergasted, eyes scrunches in confusion.

"Well you weren't, but you've had a....special request, one might call it. An offer I simply could not turn down. Anywho, don't be late, the name for the tour is Malik. 7:45. Be there." He says quickly before rushing off, dabbing his face with his pocket square and mumbling to himself.

Malik.

Fucking Harry.

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Louis slams the door of the break room and paces it rapidly, fingers in his mouth as he bites at his nails. He checks his watch, 7:32 PM. Shivering with anxiety he plops himself down on the chair closest to him of the lunch table.

Fucking Harry.

Life has been... Okay... The past two months they've been apart. Louis' grades are up to par, he got a new job at the aqaurium giving tours and feeding the animals. He finishes Uni for the year at the end of the month, gets the entire month of June and July off of Uni.

He got a pay raise with the new job so he only works one job now, giving him more time to study and see his family.... More time to think about Harry, and how much he misses him, how much he misses his hands and heart and eyes and touch and how Louis hasn't been little in over two months and ever since the first time it happened being little is the only time Louis feels whole. He misses his boyfriend, his stupid, drug dealing, gang leading, gun firing, teacher killing, irrational, angry, lovely, sexy, kind, heartfelt, touching, sweet, sexy, sexy, Daddy- boyfriend, boyfriend, not Daddy.

Louis scoffs at himself and groans, resting his head in his hands. His watch beeps.

7:40.

He groans again and stands angrily, opening the door and trudging down the hall towards his fate.

He plasters on a fake smile and Liam is the first one to make eye contact, "Hello, Malik, party of four?" Louis asks in his work voice.

"Yes." Harry croaks, pushing past Niall, Liam, and Zayn to stand in front of Louis with wide eyes.

"Sweetheart, you look great." He says softly, staring down at Louis' willy unimpressed expression.

"So, Mr.Styles? Any specific tank or exhibit you would like to start at?" Louis says ignoring Harry's compliment.

"Um. No, just- just take us through the whole place. Slowly. I uh- really wanna learn?" Harry says trying to come up with a valid reason for dragging out the tour.

"Ohhhh nooo!" Niall says in the worst fake sad voice ever.

"What's the matter Mr.Horan?" Louis deadpans, ideas forming in his head.

"I just remembered we have to go and uh- work- yes, much work- busy- yup, Zayn, Liam. Shall we?" Niall mutters, not looking Louis in the eye.

"Right- the thing- work- yes." Liam stutters. Zayn just nods and they all turn on their heel.