Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Eight

Louis slowly stretched his legs out against the smooth texture of the sheets that lined his bed. He loved the way the silk chafed against his skin, a significant improvement from what he slept on back at the center. He could feel the warmth from the sun outside his window as the rays shown against his face. When he blinked his eyes open he was surprised to see how light it was outside already. It wasn't until he rolled over completely to see the time on the clock that was perched along the wall.

It was eleven in the morning?

As long as Louis could remember, he was always up and ready by nine at the latest. He always had his classes, behavioral training, or Harry to wake him. His back cracked in protest as he sat up in bed, stretching his spine out as he extended from side to side.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he ascended from his room and down the steps in search for Harry. As he climbed down the staircase, Louis was surprised to see that Harry wasn't anywhere to be found on the main floor. His sock covered feet padded across the floor as he walked towards the front door and he was even more confused to see Harry's boots were still sat next to the door frame. So Harry was here?   

As if on cue, Louis turned around to hearing a panicked voice calling his name through the loft. Louis quickly walked further into the main floor to see Harry rushing down the staircase. His curly hair was pulled back into a messy bun while his chest was completely exposed. Cotton pajama bottoms were hanging low on his hips and Louis was quickly distracted by the laurel leaves that were inked across the v lines that led down to his groin.

"Louis! Oh thank fuck, there you are," Harry exclaimed when he saw him. Louis was taken aback when Harry quickly walked over to him and pulled him against his chest in a tight embrace. Harry's skin was warm and smooth which was surprising seeing as how his muscles were sculpted deliciously.   

Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's middle and pressed his blushing cheek against Harry's prominent collarbone, "good morning to you too."

Harry chuckled before softly explaining, "I went in your room to wake you up but I couldn't find you and I just thought that...well..."

The younger man pulled his face back slightly so that he was looking up at Harry with questioning eyes. Where did Harry think he would have gone? He doesn't exactly have anywhere else he would go, or would rather be for that matter if he was telling the truth.

"You thought..." Louis drawled out as he lightly rubbed his thumbs down Harry's spinal cord.

Harry leaned down and brushed his nose through Louis' slept on hair, nuzzling him slightly before mumbling, "I thought you might have left after last night."

Louis couldn't help the burst of laughter that came from him because that was absolutely beyond ridiculous. Did Harry really not see how into it Louis was as Louis practically humped his leg with each slap.

"Harry," Louis finally managed once he calmed down a bit, "do you really think that I didn't like what you did?"

Harry just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and broke the eye contact that they had going. "Dunno."

If it wasn't for the fact that Harry legitimately looked insecure about it, Louis probably would have laughed at him again for thinking that. Or even worrying about the situation in general. Whether Harry wanted it addressed or not, he was Louis' master. Louis was his property to do whatever he wanted with and Louis had to take it without complaint. A bit of foreplay was hardly on Louis' list of things that would make him uncomfortable. And even if it did, Harry really shouldn't worry about it.

It was clear to Louis that while Harry had bought him, Harry wasn't mean to be a master. He was almost too good and he was almost too affectionate in the way that he made Louis feel like he was practically an equal to Harry when Harry spoke to him. That wasn't how it was supposed to be and Louis had a feeling that if it wasn't customary for everyone of an elite social and financial status to have a playmate, that Harry wouldn't have gotten one.

However, it is what is expected and Louis was beyond grateful that he was with Harry. Sure, the girl Jade that was interested in him from Selection Day was kind and he would have probably had a fine life serving her, but she would have taken advantage of him. He probably would have been doing manual labor for her and most likely would have fucked her already because that's just how it went. And after seeing Harry, Louis was pretty sure that he'd prefer getting fucked by a man than fucking a woman. Preferably Harry and not just any man.

Another thing that happened a lot was exchanging of playmates between masters when masters would grow slightly bored of the same playmate. It didn't happen with everyone, but Louis knew that it definitely happened a lot and that a playmate should never take it personally when they are traded for an evening. However, Louis had a strong feeling in his gut that Harry wouldn't ever agree to that. For fucks sake he got jealous over Louis bowing to someone else.

Basically, Harry wasn't like the others and after only knowing him for a few days, Louis could see it. So the fact that Harry was probably feeling guilty about last nights' events shouldn't come across shockingly to Louis but Louis couldn't help to be bewildered. Harry was the opposite of everything Louis had been trained for.

"I quite liked it actually," Louis stated matter-of-factly, making Harry's eyed focus back on his own.

"Yeah?" Harry asked as he slightly tightened his grip that fell on Louis' shirt clad waist.

Louis just nodded and pressed a kiss into Harry's collar bone to show some affection that he had learned Harry quite enjoyed. He might not have been kissed properly by Harry, but Louis knew that he liked physical contact with Louis almost as much as Louis craved it. It was blatant by the way that he almost always had his hands on Louis in some way and was always pressing kisses along his temple and cheekbones. Given this was the first time that Louis initiated the gesture, but judging by Harry's content hum, Harry didn't seem to mind.

 The next hour was spent by Harry walking around the kitchen, preparing a full English breakfast for the pair while Louis waited along the breakfast bar. After Harry finished making the food, like the other meals they've had together, he fed Louis. Louis preened at the treatment and shamelessly pressed his thigh against Harry's for more contact between the two.

Once they finished, Louis cleaned up the dishes after he managed to persuade Harry to let him do it seeing as how Harry prepared everything. Harry finally agreed and then went to the living room and turned on the television. Louis got to work on the dishes and was proud that he was able to find where everything went without having to ask Harry for help. As much as he liked being pampered, he wanted to serve Harry. The desire to do so was practically in his bloodstream.

Louis was walking to the couch when Harry's mobile began ringing. Harry picked up the device off of the coffee table and answered it with a deep, "Hullo?"

Quietly, Louis sat next to Harry and watched his expression change from relaxed to annoyed as he let out a frustrated groan towards whatever the other person was saying.

"That's tonight?" Harry groaned out.

"Well I was just going to stay in with my playmate."

"Louis," Harry said with a wink in Louis' direction which un-doubtfully made Louis blush a fierce crimson color.  

"Okay, we'll be there by seven."

Harry rolled his eyes, "fine, six thirty."

"Right, bye."

Harry pulled the mobile device away from his ear and tossed it back onto the table after hanging up the call. The older man sank back into the couch and let out a frustrated noise before he turned to Louis and stated, "that was my manager."

Louis hummed, having gathered that much on his own by the tone of the part of the conversation that he could actually hear.  

"We have a dinner party to attend tonight."