Like A Dream

Chapter 4

A week had passed since Harry had first dropped into this unfamiliar world. He found himself enjoying it a bit. It was strange, because he had never thought that he would begin to like this place. At the moment, he was a bit excited. The four Dominants had finally decided to let him meet Michael and his sub, Luke, more properly.

Harry hoped that Luke wouldn't be as undressed as last time. It wasn't that he thought it was strange (he was slowly getting used to seeing naked people), but it was more of the fact that when the other sub was being punished, he couldn't really talk to them.

Louis had made it quite clear that he was never to speak to a submissive that was being disciplined by their Dom. It was apparently 'rude to interfere and the Doms know their limits anyway, Harold,' as Louis had said when Harry had asked.

"Harry, stop jumping up and down in your seat and eat breakfast," Zayn reprimanded, causing Harry to pout and slump in his seat. He poked at his eggs a little with his fork, muttering, "Sorry, Sir."

"Aww, he's just excited to make a new friend," Liam cooed, pressing a kiss affectionately to his head and ruffling his hair.

"Exactly," Harry agreed, happily shovelling some eggs into his mouth when he got another stern look from Zayn. "Obviously, I can't see my friends from before, so."

"Well," Zayn took a sip of his juice, "I'm glad you're happy, I suppose."

Harry smiled, clearing his plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. He was eager to finish his breakfast, as once he was done, he could go pick out an outfit to wear for his visit. Of course, he'd have to wear one of those ridiculous shirts his Doms picked out and bought for him, but he'd actually grown a soft spot for them. His favorite ended up being the one with polka dots on it because when he wore it, he felt feminine and pretty. It was nice — feeling confident for a change.

Before he could get ready, though, he had to wash the dishes — one of his daily chores. The Doms always had him complete the task in the morning, as they figured working could help wake him up a bit and get him ready for the day. He didn't like any of his chores, but he thought washing the dishes was much better than cleaning the toilets. Yep, his Doms made him scrub the toilets clean every week. At least he could keep his dignity while washing the dishes, unlike when he was on his hands and knees washing away the filth left behind in the bathroom. 

While he was lost in his thoughts, Liam came up behind him, putting his hands on the boy's hips. "We keeping you busy?" he asked, placing a sweet kiss to the top of his head.

"As always," Harry sighed dramatically, leaning his head back.

Liam chuckled. "I'll help you — just this once," he said, Harry's cuteness hard to resist.

"Thank you, Lima," Harry giggled, turning his head around and beaming at the man.

The lenient Dom smiled and said, "Anything for my angel," taking his place next to the younger lad and drying the dishes Harry passed him. They made a sufficient team.

"I want to have a shower," Harry declared.

Liam gave him an odd look. "It's the morning, Harry, you usually have showers at night," he said pointedly with a frown.

Harry stuck his tongue out. "Well, I want to have it now! Especially since we have guests coming over. Can't be all stinky like you!" He poked Liam's chest.

"Harold, respect," Louis reminded as he entered the kitchen.

Harry pouted. "I was just playing."

Louis didn't say anything, just got himself a cup for his morning tea. "Could you make my tea, Harold? You know how I like it."