Like A Dream

Chapter 3

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"What size are you, Harry?" Liam asked.

The Doms had decided to take Harry shopping, as he didn't have anything with him, and since he was going to live with them, he obviously needed things like clothes. Liam wanted to take Harry to look at jeans while the other men looked at God knows what.

"Er," Harry said. "A small, probably."

Liam gasped. "Aw, you're so cute!" he gushed. The Dom desperately wanted to pinch Harry's cheeks and he did so, making Harry grimace.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry waved the man's comment off, browsing through the many choices of skinny jeans.

The man gave Harry a pointed look, but otherwise didn't saying anything about his attitude. Harry released a breath of relief; if that were Louis, he figured he would've been scolded in public. How embarrassing that would be! He quivered at the thought.

Niall and Zayn had reappeared, telling them that they were going to buy some nice, warm sweaters since the weather was getting colder lately. Louis was still nowhere to be seen. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The Dom was always surprising him with his actions.

"Black or blue?"

"I don't really care," was all Harry said with a shrug. He had never really enjoyed shopping, so when Louis had woken him up at 7 o'clock AM sharp, he had been grumpy. He'd nearly slapped the Dom —thank god he hadn't. Who knows what Louis would have done.

"Both it is, then," Liam said, grabbing both pairs of jeans he had been holding for Harry to choose.

Just when Liam was pulling out his wallet at the cash register to pay for the many pairs of jeans (Harry had insisted he didn't need that much but the Dom had been adamant), there was a loud, "Oi! Liam, Harold!"

There was only one person who called him Harold.

Harry bit back a huff and turned around to see Louis, turning bright red when he saw what Louis was holding. "I am not wearing that!" he exclaimed with a scowl.

In Louis' hands was a pair of lacy black panties. Harry had worn boxers his entire life; wearing panties had never even crossed his mind! It'd be pretty embarrassing to wear them.

"We're going to at least try, Harold," Louis said sternly. His tone left no room for objections—he was going to have to give panties a go.

Harry whined, about to insist that ' no, I am NOT wearing panties!' but Louis spoke again before he could. "If you really don't like them, Harold, then you don't have to wear them," he said. "This relationship is all about trying new things and learning what you like, yeah?"

"I guess," Harry grumbled, flushing red at the thought of Louis spanking him while he wore the panties. Oh Lord , they've already succeeded in corrupting my mind, he thought sarcastically.

The topic of panties was dropped as soon as the Dom placed them on the counter along with all of Harry's jeans. The two Doms talked while the cashier scanned their items and gave them a total of £1,000, which made Harry almost choke. They were willing to spend that much money on him? Someone they had just met? Unbelievable, he thought.

When the trio started walking out of the store to catch up with Zayn and Niall, Harry suddenly remembered something. "Wait," he said, making both Doms halt in their steps and direct their attention on him, "we didn't buy any shirts." He frowned.

"Don't worry, Harold," Louis said. "The other two've got that covered." The blue-eyed man smirked, making Harry wonder what they could've bought him.

Liam had his arm around Harry's waist as they walked to meet Zayn and Niall at a store closeby—very different from all the Doms and subs around them who were holding or wearing leashes. Some of the subs over eighteen were even barely dressed. Harry shivered — he hoped he would never be in their place.