Like A Dream

Chapter 2

"Are you back home, lads?" a voice rang out the moment the door shut behind them.

"No, it's just a robber trying to break into the house with horrible stealth skills," Niall called back sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up." Another person appeared and headed down the stairs. The man had soft, chocolate brown eyes, brown hair swept into a neat quiff, and if he were being honest, Harry found that the chevron tattoo inked on his fairly muscular arm was quite hot.

Harry gulped when the man's eyes landed on him. However, instead of chasing him out of the house or questioning who he was, the brown-eyed man just stared at him for a few seconds before he exclaimed, "Oh, he's adorable!"

Harry broke into a shy smile, making the other man freak even more. "Oh my god, he has dimples! He's dimpling!" the man cried out. "Who is this, Ni, Zaynie? Can we keep him?"

"Liam, shut up, will you? You're being horribly loud," a new voice rang out lazily.

Harry gulped when piercing azure blue eyes landed on him and narrowed. This new person also had brown hair. He had a good build but seemed to be less muscular than Liam, and had stunning blue eyes. He seemed way more intimidating than the others, too. "Who's this?" The man's eyes snapped to Zayn and Niall.

Niall grimaced and ran to the kitchen, using the excuse of putting away the groceries to escape the piercing glare directed at him.

"Louis," Zayn began hesitantly. "We can explain."

Oh. So this was Louis.

Harry gulped.

"I'm bloody sure you can," Louis said sarcastically, crossing his arms.

"We found him in the middle of the street, confused as hell on what was going on. Lou, he didn't know what a sub or a Dom was," Zayn finished, voice hushing at the last part.

Louis scoffed. "He didn't know? Zayn, even for you, that's a little far-fetched."

"It's true!" Zayn retorted, scowling. "I'm not lying." The man turned to Harry, who was nervously watching this whole ordeal, and said, "Harry, you explain."

"Yes, Harold, do explain," Louis said sarcastically.

"First of all, my name is Harry, not Harold," Harry began, the other man's sass beginning to annoy him. "And Zayn's not lying, for your information. I actually did wake up here, not remembering or knowing anything. So you can shove that rudeness up your arse!"

There was a silence for a few moments until Zayn muttered disapprovingly, "Harry."

Louis, however, seemed to ignore Harry's sass and instead hummed, "Hmm. I see." He came forward a bit more, trying (and succeeding) to appear intimidating. Towering over Harry, he gave him a harsh stare with his piercing blue eyes. "That attitude of yours will disappear in no time once we're in full control of you," he said. "I recommend you lose it this instant if you don't want to be in any trouble."

"Yeah, okay," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I mean it, Harold . You are walking on thin ice, here," Louis said seriously.

"My. Name. Is. Not. Harold!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, Liam stood off to the side with Zayn, both men watching the situation unfold in front of them. They knew not very good things would occur if Harry kept his attitude up.

A certain look began to show in Louis' eyes, and Harry did not like the look of it one bit.

Trying to erase any chances of the man yelling at him, Harry whispered, "S–sorry." He looked down, wanting to avoid Louis' threatening stare at all costs. Despite that, he could still feel his eyes on him.