Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Two

AN: sorry sorry two updates in one day but im just really excited

Once the buyers were ushered out of the room, Louis felt like he could finally breathe. Since playmates aren’t introduced to modern society until they are bought, Louis had no idea who Harry Styles was. The whole idea of the structure was that the playmate knows necessities about healthy living, general education, and then that’s it. The system didn’t want to stress them about things that wouldn’t be pertinent for them to know seeing as how different masters are from different circles and occupations.

But right now, Louis really wished he knew about pop culture or just anything so he could have an idea as to who the man was that just paid two million pounds for him. Was he always this callous with money? Was he proving a point to the others in the room and using Louis to do that? Or was he just actually that interested having Louis as a playmate?

A playmate was something special to a lot of people because you only had one at a time and usually, one a life-time. Some masters would keep their playmates until their death and some would eventually grow tired of theirs and release them into society to do as they please. Louis wasn’t sure what would be worse because even though your job is to serve an individual, you are also living a life of luxury in the best houses, eating the best food. Masters are quite proud of their playmates, or so Louis has been taught, so they like to keep them up to the best standards. Bragging rights or something of the sort. The idea of going from that lifestyle to just being thrown away, was a bit sad.

Louis was immediately ushered into his room by his dresser and was told to get a good night’s sleep because they would make him over in the morning to Mr. Styles’ instructions before he was collected by either his master or someone who worked for him. Louis bet it was the ladder of the two. The morning of collections was usually a busy day because everyone was practically being designed to how their new master would like them to be seen. They were given an outfit, a hairstyle, and sometimes a certain scent if it would make their master happy.

He walked across the wood flooring of his small room that contained of a bed and wardrobe of simple clothes that didn’t extend from the colors black, grey, or white. They were taught to be nondescript until they were bought because they weren’t allowed to get attached to anything that a master might not like.

Climbing into bed, Louis laid restless as he thought about everything that was going to happen to him. He would get to wear real clothes, listen to music, and maybe even see a sports game. Everything that he’s read about but never got to experience was so close and he hoped that Mr. Styles would allow him to have those experiences. He also wondered what he would be asked to call his master. He might like master or Mr. Styles or maybe even Harry…Louis doubted he would like that though.

Sometimes playmates were seen as friends to their masters but there was a very fine line because essentially they weren’t friends, or lovers, or whatever it could be labeled as. They were there to please and serve their masters.

They were playmates. That’s it.

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Louis woke up to someone lightly pushing on his shoulder, “Louis, you need to get up so we can get you ready for Mr. Styles!”

He slowly stretched his legs out and cracked his back as he stood up from his bed and sleepily looked at his dresser who was impatiently staring at him.

“M’ up,” Louis yawned,

His dresser grabbed his hand and then led him the bath room where he saw three of the other playmates already getting washed down. He didn’t really understand why it was so important for other people to bathe him yesterday and today because it’s not like he hasn’t done it himself everyday up until now.