Fascism.

Chapter 1

Louis pov

I wiped my tears and got up to answer the door. Yes I was crying over my parents fighting. I opened it to reveal probably the most beautiful man I've ever seen. "H-hello." I stuttered. "Stop that. It's very annoying. My name is Harry Styles. I'm sure mummy and daddy have spoken of me correct?" He asked. "No sir. I don't know who you are. I'm terribly sorry." I spoke softly. "Interesting. Louis, may I come in?" He asked but started coming in anyway. "Course." I managed to get out. "Go get mummy and daddy." He ordered. I nodded frantically. I sprinted up the stairs. I knocked on their door and my mother opened it with a smile. "Hello baby. Somethin you need?" She asked kindly. "We have company that have requested to see you." I told her. "Oh, alright baby." She said gesturing for my dad to follow us down stairs. Once Mr. Styles came into view of my parents they both gasped. "Mr. Styles." My dad greeted. "Hello Mr. Tomlinson." He replied. "Mrs. Tomlinson." He nodded at my mum. "Hello." She spoke softly. "You both know how the system works don't you?" He asked. "Yes of course." My mum answered. "Why have you failed to inform your 19 year old son about this?" He asked. "He's far too innocent Mr. Styles." My mum said quietly. "Oh is that so? And why is he like this Johanna?" He snapped. "He's just a baby. Leave him be Mr. Styles. I beg of you." She said with tears rolling down her face. "No can do Johanna. And Mark you seem very quiet. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He asked with a sinister smile on his face. "He's never really known the real world. He's been sheltered." My dad huffed. "Oh yes. I know. That isn't going to be the case anymore. He's going to come live with me for a while. A long while. I'll get be giving you very good amounts of money don't worry. Louis, go pack your bags." He ordered me making me go wide eyed. I looked over at my parents and they just stood there. "Go on son." My dad finally said. I nodded and ran upstairs to pack. I brought down two large suitcases. "Which one has your clothes?" He asked. "That one." I mumbled. He nodded. "I'll be going through that later." I informed him. He nodded sadly. "Come on. We have a long evening ahead of us." I told him pushing him out the door. "Be nice to my baby!" My mum called out. I saw him roll his eyes making me want to crawl into a hole and die. I hate this man. "You're about to become the richest you've ever been before Louis. It'll come with a price though. A large one." He spoke. "What is it?" I asked. "Well do you know what a submissive is?" He asked. "No sir." I answered. "Yet you're so good at it already." He chuckled. "I'm confused." I spoke shyly. I'm just being polite to my elders. He's obviously older than me, by how much? I don't know. But no 19 year old is that feared of. My dad was even terrified of him. He wouldn't stick up for me. "Excuse me but uh how old are you sir?" I asked kindly like my mother would. "Twenty five." He answered abruptly. "Oh." I responded. "Big age gap I know." He sighed. "Why does it necessarily matter?" I asked. "Well Louis, I'll be the one to take the last thing you feel you have right now. Your virginity." He spoke making tears start to form in my eyes. "You better not start crying!" He growled. "But I'm sad sir." I spoke in a whisper. "I absolutely hate crying. You're never allowed to cry. Ever. Big rule." He said making me just want to cry even more. "I'll try not to cry sir." I spoke but I betrayed myself. A tear cascaded down my cheek. "You've just earned yourself your first punishment when we arrive home. You're lucky I'm not punishing you here." He spoke sternly. "What's my punishment gonna be?" I asked timidly. "I don't know yet." He answered. Fuck. I fucked up. "I'll be okay though right?" I asked scared. "I'm not going to lie to you Lou, this will probably be the worst pain you've ever had to experience. You'll be alright but it's going to hurt. A lot." He answered. "Yes sir." I hung my head. "You'll be getting a spanking, it'll probably be for 20 minutes straight. I don't count. I go by minutes." He told me. "Okay." I whispered. I have no idea what a spanking is but it's going to hurt and it's going to last 20 minutes. I'm not ready for this. I wanna go home. "You do know what I'm talking about right?" He asked. "No sir." I sighed. "I'm going to hit..." I cut him off. "You're gonna hit me?" I asked scared. "Louis. Don't interrupt me. I'm going to hit your ass. Repeatedly for 20 minutes." He answered. "Sir that can't be legal." I gulped. "Oh Louis. I make the laws. everything I do is legal." He laughed. "Yes sir." I whispered. We finally arrived at a huge 3 or 4 story house. "Welcome home Louis." He smirked. "This is huge." I spoke in awe. "I have much bigger houses in America." He shrugged. "You've been to America?! Is is cool?!" I asked excitedly. "You'll get to see for yourself next month." He told me making me squeal in delight. He chuckled shaking his head at my immaturity. "Let's get you moved into my room and then we'll carry on with your punishment." He told me gripping my wrist roughly and dragging me up the stairs. He threw me in the room and place my clothes suitcase on the bed unzipping it. "No. Almost none of your clothes will do. You won't want to wear skinny jeans anymore. Stripped tshirts are out of the question." He spoke making my heart break. Skinnies are life. And I can't go on without my stripes. "But why?" I asked. "Kneel." He ordered. I tried but my skinny jeans wouldn't let me. "That's why. And for the stripes, they give me a headache." He shrugged. "What am I gonna wear?" I asked. "My t-shirts and boxers for a while. They'll cover more of you than your t-shirts will." He sighed. I looked up at him and saw he was rubbing a hand over his face in stress. Stress caused by me. "I'm sorry sir." I spoke. "It's alright." He smiled slightly.

A/N: so Harry is bipolar as fuckkkk. And I'm sick as fuckkkk.