Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

N I N E T E E N

"May I have this dance, Mr.Tomlinson?"
"Y-You dance?"
"At times."
"Y-yes." Louis squeaked as he was lead out on the dance floor. He wasn't a great dancer, though he never pictured Harry being one at all. No, he had planned to sit quietly next to or on Harry throughout the whole dinner. Plans changed however.
Time went slow as the song flipped to Wonder by Lauren -. The lump in Louis' throat became hard to sallow as he placed his small hands in Harry's large one, the two men starting in the middle of the floor. All attention fell to them, Louis giving a look to Harry as he noticed, "Don't mind them. Tonight's about us." Harry muttered pulling Louis closer. Giving a slight nod along with a hitch of breath Louis continued with Harry's smooth flow. "D-daddy?"
"What baby?"
"I l-love you."
"I love you too." Harry assured with a kiss. Louis chewed his lip the dance resuming as he became lost in those green orbs. "Staring is rude darling."
"S-sorry daddy."
" 'Tis alright my love." Harry soothed pressing his lips to Louis' forehead. "Why don't we take this upstairs?" Harry suggested turning Louis where his back could feel Harry's toned chest. "O-okay." Louis whispered a grin coiling on his lips.
Pressing the lift button, it took a few seconds for the silver doors to reveal an empty room. Stepping in Harry cast a step aside glancing at the stop where Louis should be. The submissive took a minute glazing the hallway, the door that held the party they had abandoned. It was a party for Harry. Louis was taking him from it. Sighing again Louis flicked his eyes back to a perplexed Harry in the lift, his suit unwrinkled and perfect. Louis wasn't perfect. He was ugly. Feeling the obligation of his role in the relationship, he hesitantly stepped under the gaze of Harry on his left side staring straight at the empty hallway; the doors soon closing as his eyes met with the cold metal. Harry reached out brushing his fingers over the twentieth floor. The top one. When the doors opened Louis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The lift had become suffocating. Pulling him to the room Harry stuffed the key in the hole letting the light turn green before holding it open for Louis. "Mr.Tomlinson you do look ravishing this evening."
"T-thank y-you." Louis mumbled lightly sitting on the bed, Harry stalked over cupping Louis chin lightly in his hand, "My baby."
"Daddy." Louis returned his voice barely audible. Leaning down Harry pressed their lips together, not breaking he pushed Louis down on the bed resuming to snog the boy. "I... L-Lov..love...you." Harry moaned pulling Louis' and his pants down, their shirts next. Louis remained his silent mood throughout the stripping of clothes, along with the kisses and sweet talk. However when Harry pushed in tears flooded his eyes. Not from pain, at least not physical, no. Louis was crying because he was in love. Few tears, then sobs. Harry quickly brushed them from his cheeks thinking they were from subspace. And hell, maybe they were. Louis could've been in subspace for days and maybe that's what got him thinking this way. At least that was Louis' excuse to himself. He wouldn't ever be anything more to Harry then a bitch. A little submissive bitch. A slut, whore, sex toy...
Harry came quickly into the condom pulling out, Louis however didn't come at all. He wasn't even hard. Harry blamed the alcohol in his system. They were serving some champagne and wine, which he knew Louis had downed. Crawling into bed with the latter Harry draped his arm over his body pulling him close, "You never said it back."
"W-what b-ack?"
"That you loved me." Harry replied nuzzling his face in Louis' hair, "I-I do." Louis mumbled closing his eyes as more tears slipped from his eyes. He does so fucking much that it's making him die on the inside. "I-I d-do love y-you daddy."

"Come on love." Harry urged, Louis groaned burying himself deeper in the pillow. "W-where we go?"
"We're going home love. We stayed at a hotel baby." Harry reminded, Louis sighed pulling on his clothes giving a weary glance to Harry who handed him orange juice as the two walked to Harry's black jag. The ride was silent, which Louis mentally prayed for. Once home he quickly dashed inside crashing on their shared bed. Harry curiously followed to hear sobbing, "Baby?"
"Y-yes?"
"Why're you crying? You know I hate it."
"I-I c-can't help i-it daddy."
"Why?" Harry asked perching on the bed stroking Louis' hair, "Y-you no love me-"
"Baby I do love you." Harry interrupted becoming worried, Louis sniffled sitting up holding Harry's hands, "N-not like i-I l-love y-you." Louis finished his eyes red and puffy staring straight at Harry's, "How do you love me baby?"
"I no know." Louis returned dropping his stare to the floor. "Louis, I love you more then anything. You're bea- gorgeous. Stunning. You are a work of art. You're like a rose. A pretty little rose." Harry remarked, the ending causing another set of tears, the rose being a quote from the great Gatsby. "T-thank you daddy." Louis whispered laying down as Harry joined him, the two cuddling, "Don't thank me yet Louis." Harry returned softly kissing the back of his head. Harry had plans. Tomorrow they would be revealed.

>>Short I know!!! Although I'm on an updating spree!!! Love ya all!!!! ~Emma :)

FIRST PUBLISHED OCTOBER 23RD, 2015 

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