Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Six

AN: Hi loves! I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a bit but it's because I was doing a road trip through England and I didn't have my laptop with me. Updates will be a lot more often than the twenty day or so gap between the last chappie and this one. I actually feel like writing the next one now so who knows maybe two in one day just because this story gets me going.

ALSO, I went to Louis' football game this past weekend and I MET HIM. YES. I MET SUNSHINE FLUFFY LION LOUIS. He was so absolutely lovely and for the record he is definitely not 5'9. Dreams do come true and mine came true when I met the prettiest pixie named Louis.

As they walked back outside of the studio, Harry removed his hand from the lower section of Louis' back and Louis couldn't help the small sound of protest that escaped from his mouth. Harry laughed as Louis blushed in how absurdly obvious his need for Harry's affection was. And it had only been three fucking days.

"M' just going to go and take a few pictures since they waited this whole time," Harry said with a light peck to Louis' cheek.

Louis just nodded and watched as Harry walked over to the screaming group of girls who had their arms outstretched to him. Just by one wave in their general direction and Harry had them practically eating out of the palm of his hand. It was all a bit unnerving to watch for Louis because this was only a small portion of people who would want Harry for their own. And Louis didn't like that idea one bit.

It would be ridiculous to say that he didn't fancy Harry because for fucks sake, it was evident how much he was attracted to Harry. He liked the way that Harry almost coddled him but he could immediately change into a much rougher persona that was extremely dominant. Louis wasn't too sure where exactly it would lead them but he was ready to find out. He wanted to find out everything about Harry and Louis could admit that it wasn't only because that's his job. Louis was genuinely interested in how everything happened that led up to Harry buying him from Mother Superior.

Kicking a few pebbles on the ground as he waited, Louis slowly began making his way back over to the motorcycle so that he wouldn't hold Harry back from when he was ready to leave. Well, that was until he heard high pitched screaming that didn't blend in with the hysteria that had erupted since Harry walked over. Louis looked over his shoulder and felt his mouth go dry as he saw that one of the barriers that separated Harry and the fans, had collapsed from pressure. Which meant that for a brief moment, Harry was on his own.

Security guards rushed over to where Harry was being surrounded by girls that were pulling on his clothes and hair, but they didn't compare to the sprint that Louis broke out in so that he could reach Harry. If he wasn't so concerned about helping Harry, he would have probably shouted at security for clearly doing a shit job at their profession.

"Ha-" Louis began to yell but then remembered where he was and corrected his wording, "Mr. Styles!"

Harry must have recognized his voice because he managed to lock eyes with Louis. While Harry appeared to be relatively calm in the situation of being mobbed, his eyes looked absolutely panicked.

Oh, fuck no.

Louis elbowed his way throw the crowd and not so eloquently told the girls to "get the hell off him." No it wasn't the way he was trained to handle a crowd seeing as how he was supposed to be collected and well mannered, but Harry was practically getting assaulted by all of the hands that were grabbing any part that they could.

Security finally caught up to Louis and was making a human barrier around Harry from the mob that was surrounding them. Harry gave Louis a once over as if to make sure that all of him was there which was insanely stupid seeing as how he was the one who looked like he just experienced a natural disaster. His hair was a complete mess seeing as how his curls were all roughed with and his shirt had a slight tear in it around the collar. Before Louis could properly panic over Harry, the older man had grabbed his hand and began pulling them over to where the motorcycle was.

Thankfully by the time they made it to the bike, security had managed to get the fans back behind the barriers so the pair could leave the scene. Louis quickly pulled on his helmet and straddled the bike behind Harry, instinctively wrapping his arms around Harry's middle. Harry looked over his shoulder and gave Louis a small smile before he revved the engine to life and raced out of the parking lot.

Louis didn't feel as euphoric during the ride back to Harry's home because he was busy worrying about the man who he was wrapped around. There was no way that only his clothes and hair got ruined judging by the way that the girls were clawing at his skin as if they were trying to break off a piece. It was repulsive to watch and quite frankly, it was just sad. Harry shouldn't have to worry about things like that happening when he's in public.

Soon enough, Harry was maneuvering the impressive piece of machinery into the drive and parked it along the side. Louis was quick to get off the bike so that he could get a good look at Harry but apparently, Harry had the same thought about Louis.

"They didn't hurt you Venus, did they?" Harry asked with a serious expression as he lightly placed his hands on both sides of Louis' face.

"Me?" Louis practically yelled, "Don't worry about me, what about you! You look like you just got mauled by a bear or something!" Louis gestured wildly at Harry's appearance as if to make his point clearer.

Harry went tense and held Louis firmer in his grasp, "Do not tell me not to worry about you Louis."

Louis was beyond bewildered but he couldn't refuse a direct order that was given to him. Especially seeing as how serious Harry looked about it with his emerald eyes darkening and his eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

"Yes, master."

The words slipped out of Louis' mouth and his eyes immediately widened at the clear mistake that he made. His hands automatically went up to his mouth to cover his lips as if it would help remedy his complete fuck up. Harry didn't only tell him once not to call him master, but twice. Twice.

Harry straightened up by the words and if Louis thought he looked stern a minute before, he was completely wrong. His strong jaw was locked tight and the way he looked at Louis was of complete distaste and it made Louis feel like he had been stripped completely bare. He wanted to be good for Harry, he needed to be good for Harry.

"Harry, I-" Louis began, putting his hands on Harry's tensed biceps.

"Good boys listen to directions, Louis," Harry stated as he took a step back from Louis while crossing his arms firmly.

Louis helplessly bit at his bottom lip and remained in his spot because he was absolutely terrified to make any more mistakes.

Harry began walking away from him and without a glance over his shoulder, he said, "looks like I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

Louis could feel his knees start to weaken because he had a feeling that the way Harry is going to punish him is not going to be traditional by any means. The twisting in his gut told him that as long as it was Harry, he might actually enjoy it to some extent.

"Come inside Louis," Harry said after he opened the front door and disappeared from Louis' sight.

Quickly, Louis made his way inside and quietly shut the door beside him. When he turned around, Harry was standing in the foyer with his arms crossed and eyebrow cocked upwards in a mix of disapproval and what Louis thought to be curiosity.

"Go into the living room and kneel by the side of the couch with your palms on the front of your thighs," Harry commanded with his deep velvety voice.

Louis nodded and shakily walked through the main floor until he was in the living room. He carefully kneeled next to the couch and put his hands in his lap exactly like Harry had commanded him to. He felt his palms begin to get clammy from the anticipation of what Harry was going to do. Louis knew he wasn't going to actually hurt him because he said "good boy" and it became quite clear yesterday that those words had quickly developed into a bit of a kink between them. It was even more absolutely nerve wrecking because he could hear Harry walking through the kitchen but Louis didn't want to risk sneaking a look at what he was doing. So, he waited.

And waited.