Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Three

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence between the two but Louis snuck the occasional glance at the man who was sat beside him. His curly hair was adorned with a black fedora that had a small feather coming out on the side. He wore a black button down shirt that was unbuttoned half way down his chest so Louis could see Mr. Styles’ tattoo adorned skin. The most prominent ones were two swallows just underneath his defined collarbones and above his stomach was what looked like a butterfly.

“Butterflies in your stomach,” Louis absentmindedly murmured to himself. Clever.

Louis was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a low “Hmm?” come from Harry’s plump lips.

“Butterflies in your stomach, yeah?” Louis said louder, any shyness he felt, left behind so his new master wouldn’t think he was socially inept.

Mr. Styles looked down at his abdominals and snorted in recognition, “you’re one of the first people to get that correct Venus, I’m impressed.”

Louis couldn’t help the smugness that radiated through him with the compliment and the fact that Mr. Styles called him Venus. It sounded much nicer coming from his mouth than Mother Superior’s.

“Are you hungry?” Mr. Styles asked.

Louis bit his bottom lip because he was hungry seeing as how he hadn’t eaten yet but he didn’t want to come across as needy. Playmates weren’t needy. “I’ll go wherever you’d like Master,” Louis said, fluttering his eyelashes slightly.

Mr. Styles turned in his seat so he was facing Louis front on, “First off, you can call me Mr. Styles in public and when we’re alone it’s just Harry. Secondly, I need you to be healthy and in order for that to happen, I need you to tell me when you’re hungry.”

“Well Harry,” Louis began, testing the name out on his tongue, “I could go for some food.”

Harry smiled approvingly then leaned forward to tap on the partition between the back seat and Paul. When the partition rolled down to reveal the larger man upfront, Harry told him to drive them to Bennitos. Louis wasn’t sure what that was seeing as how he’s never dined outside of the grounds, but he assumed it was a restaurant nonetheless. Paul nodded and responded with a “yes sir”.

A few turns down crowded streets later, the vehicle stopped outside of what appeared to be a rather fancy restaurant. Louis looked down at his clothes and he felt a bit uneasy about his outfit being formal enough, but he knew better than to question Harry’s choice. Paul put the car in park and went to the back to open the door for Harry to get out. Louis was surprised when Harry got out and turned around, extending a hand to help Louis out as well.

“Thank you,” Louis said, lightly squeezing Harry’s hand in his own before Harry removed it.

Harry walked through the main doors of the establishment and led Louis into the lobby. The restaurant was just as lush as Louis had thought it would be. The ground was covered in maroon carpet while the walls were a delicate cream color. The mahogany detailed ceiling along with the dim lighting, made the establishment feel warm and cozy even though it was extremely fancy. Each table had cream tablecloths with lit candles on every tabletop which gave off a very romantic vibe in Louis’ eyes. The wait staff wore black dress pants along with white button shirts and a fastened black bowtie around the collar.

“Harry Styles!” someone shouted from the left of the restaurant, Louis’ head turning instinctively to the voice. He saw quite a few of the restaurants patrons staring at Harry with wide eyes and Louis couldn’t help but feel protective over the taller man.   

Harry turned to the girl who yelled his name, gave a small smile and wave then turned his attention back to the hostess who led them to a table in the back corner of the restaurant.

Louis rested in the mahogany legged chair and placed the napkin on his lap, smoothing it out like Mother Superior had taught him. When he looked up he saw Harry’s chin propped on his hand as he unabashedly stared at Louis. The younger of the two felt a blush creep up on his cheeks from the attention but couldn’t get himself to look away.

A relatively young waitress with long wavy blonde hair, nervously walked up to the table and bit her lip as she did an obvious one over of Harry. He looked back at her and smiled politely but then returned his gaze to Louis.

“H-hi, my name is Lauren and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you anything to uh start with?” she nervously asked, her eyes still trained only on Harry.

Harry remained eye contact with Louis and affirmatively said, “water is fine for the both of us.”

Lauren nodded and left them alone once more. Harry opened his menu and began looking through the different options of food, Louis fast to follow suit but as his eyes grazed over the names of dishes, he was at al lost. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he looked at the different names of meals, not completely understanding what any of them meant seeing as how they were written in Italian.

“Uhh…” Louis said as he flipped through the menu, trying to recognize any words that were spelt out on the crisp pages.

“I can order for you,” Harry said with his eyebrow knowingly cocked upwards.

For some reason it irritated Louis because this was the first time he was spending time with the man and he looked completely stupid for not knowing what to get.

“No thank you, I got it,” Louis said as he sat up straighter in the chair.

“Louis,” Harry said as he leaned forward so that he was almost halfway across the tabletop, “let me.”

Louis took one more look at the menu and sighed in defeat because he really didn’t have a fucking clue. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Harry said, sitting back in his chair.

Lauren returned a minute later with their waters and listened to Harry ordering their meals for them as if what he was saying was the most important thing in the world. She clearly knew who he was like the girl from earlier on when they arrived and Louis couldn’t help but feel left out. He was the one eating with Harry and he didn’t even know what he did.

When Lauren left, taking their menus with them, Harry returned to his position before of staring at Louis and Louis just waited for him to break the silence.

“So Louis,” Harry began, his fingers tugging on a particularly large curl by his ear, “tell me something about you.”

Louis sat still for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say but he couldn’t think of anything. His whole life has been preparation for him to focus fully on someone else so he didn’t exactly practice self-reflection very often. 

Louis tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth as he tried to think of anything he could tell him, “well, uh…” was the only thing he could get out.

“Fascinating,” Harry cheekily said, his voice full of sarcasm which only tested Louis’ temper.

“Fascinating how you spent so much on me yet I’ve never heard of you before, “Louis sassed.

Once the words left his lips he put his hand over his mouth, fuck fuck fuck. Louis looked down at the table, ready to be escorted back to the confinements of where he came from when Harry didn’t answer. He knew he fucked up. A playmate is never to challenge their master, it's the whole premise of the "relationship" between a master and their playmate. Especially at the begining. 

Eventually, Harry stood up from his seat and slowly and walked over to Louis’ petrified state. He placed his hand on the table and then leaned forward so his mouth was next to Louis’ ear.

“Venus,” Harry accented the word with a fast bite to Louis’ earlobe which made the younger man stifle a moan, “I’ll make sure you know exactly who I am when you’re moaning my name later.”

Fuck.