Like A Dream

Chapter 29

His Doms were such mums.

Harry was currently working on his homework at the kitchen table, scribbling down answers half-heartedly for Liam's calculus class. His pencil scritched against the paper as he wrote, practically making him fall asleep. God, how did Liam even manage to teach calculus every single day with such enthusiasm?

"Harold, sit up straight," Louis reprimanded as he bustled past him.

Barely managing to hold back a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Harry did as he was told, straightening his back perfectly against the chair. He smiled perhaps a little too much at the blue-eyed Dom, and his voice was a bit strained as he spoke. "Is this straight enough for you?"

Louis sent him a warning glance at his slightly disrespectful tone. "Yes, thank you," he responded dryly.

Giving a smile back to Louis, Harry returned his gaze to the paper in front of him, covered in messy scribbles. Liam would kill him if he saw how bad his form was, he thought. Hastily finishing a few more questions and circling the two he was having trouble with, he shoved the paper back into his bag carelessly.

He was about five minutes into his Biology homework when Zayn sat down opposite from him at the table, holding a mug filled with coffee. "Doing okay, sweets?"

"Mm."

"Do you need any help?" Zayn peered at the paper in front of him, reading the words upside down.

"It would help me if you stopped distracting me," Harry muttered, keeping his eyes pointedly fixed on the paper.

"Hey, don't say that." Zayn frowned, leaning over and ruffling his hair. "I'm just making sure that my sweet submissive is doing okay."

"I'm brilliant, thank you." Harry kept his answer curt.

He was barely holding on to his temper, and poor Niall suffered the brunt of his annoyance when he came in, calling to everyone in the house (including Sushi) about the golf channel he was watching on television.

When Harry stood up, face stonily cold, Louis questioned, "Where are you going, Harold? You're not done with your work."

"Right, because I keep getting interrupted!" Harry turned on his heel, striding away from the kitchen, annoyance growing by the second. "I'm going to Nick's, where I can actually get my work done." He picked up his backpack, which had all his work, laptop, and phone inside, and made his way to the front door.

"Excuse me, but you're not finished with your work!" Liam called out from behind him, but the sub kept walking. "Harry!"

Harry turned around once he reached the door, a huff escaping him. "Like I said, I'm going to finish it at Nick's," he sighed. "Is that okay?"

Liam looked conflicted, but nodded slowly. "Only for a couple hours. And you must finish all your work while you're there."