Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Four

AN: HOLY FUCK YES ELOUNOR IS OFFICIALLY DONE. I'VE WAITED THREE YEARS FOR THIS. CAN I GET A CELEBRATORY AMEN.

also can we just talk about how funny it is that elounor shippers have jumped ship and are swimming over to the larry side after giving us so much shit?

Louis sat in his chair in complete shock from Harry's words. He wasn't sure if Harry was being serious with what he said and Louis was hoping that he wasn't. Of course it was his job to do what Harry asked of him and he had an idea that meant sexually, but if he was being honest, he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't completely ready to be used by a man he knew nothing about. Even if Harry did have a nice little body.

When Harry stepped back, he had a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes and Louis felt his mouth go dry. His owner slowly sat back down in his seat, remaining eye contact with Louis the entire time.

Harry tucked his hand under his chin and looked at Louis expectantly as he drawled out his words, "now I'll ask you again, tell me something about yourself."

Louis did his best not to snort because Harry wasn't asking him, he was more so demanding. But of course, he couldn't say that.

"Yesterday was my first Selection Day," Louis responded.

"Now that doesn't surprise me one bit with the way you act around people," Harry said before adding on, "well, people who aren't me."

"And how is it that I act with other people who aren't you Mr. Styles," Louis said, crossing his arms. He was genuinely curious what the man's impression of him was. He wasn't quite sure if he was expected to speak in such a manner quite yet with Harry but judging by Harry's amused expression, Louis didn't think he minded.

Harry was smiling as he toyed with his silver ring on his index finger, the jewelry temporarily distracting Louis before he got his answer. "You come across as someone who is coy and I don't believe it for a moment."

"Why is that?" Louis replied leaning in closer across the table, purposefully looking through his eyelashes in the way he had the day prior.

Harry mirrored the younger man's actions and leaned in closer, his elbows resting on the table. Louis watched as Harry's eyes roamed from his eyes, to his lips momentarily, and then back at his eyes once more as if he was passing judgment.

"Because I can tell that you want to challenge me by your mannerisms."

Louis immediately bowed his head in respect, his eighteen years of being conditioned clouding his mind. "I would never challenge you master," Louis softly said in earnest. And it was true; he didn't want to challenge Harry. Banter between the two is one thing but Louis never wanted Harry to think he was trying to challenge the blatant authority he had over him. Playmates don't do that. He had to be a good playmate.

He was still looking downwards when their dinner was served, idly playing with the napkin in his lap. The waitress was about to leave but Harry stopped her, "actually can you please wrap his meal up for him?" Louis raised his head at the words and looked at Harry with what must have been a confused expression but he was only met with a cold glare from the man.

"You want it in a box now?" the waitress asked, clearly equally confused.

Harry gave a tight nod and then looked directly at Louis as he replied, "Yes please, he isn't hungry anymore."

What the fuck?

The waitress nodded and then took Louis' meal back and left while Louis was left completely dumbfounded as to what Harry was doing. When Louis looked away from her retreating figure, he saw that Harry had started to eat his meal. He looked down as he cut each piece of meat and then make eye contact with Louis as he bit into each piece. Louis could feel his stomach rumbling as he watched but he remained silent. He wasn't sure at what point in the conversation he had made Harry angry with him, but he knew better than to ask.