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Nine.

Harry stood in his office, gazing out of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown London, the sky grey and gloomy as always. His own eyes were a bit glazed over as he thought to himself. He was large, and strong, biceps pressing against the fabric of his button down and suit jacket as he crossed his arms over his wide chest.

That morning, a merger with a large business from the United States flopped, the strong ally drawing away. And that made him mad, steaming mad.

"Fuck," he hissed out, fists clenching hard, causing his knuckles to turn white as he did his best to control his anger. Deep breaths, and calming thoughts would be a temporary help, but at least it worked for a bit, causing him to not seem so angry on the outside. He glared out of the window for a bit longer, watching rain pour onto the sidewalks before turning and picking up his jacket. He walked out of his office as he pushed his arms into the sleeves, nobody even daring to stop him, or ask what was wrong as he went to the elevator, soon exiting the building entirely.

He had driven himself to work, so he went down to the parking garage, unlocking his car and climbing inside, shoving the key into the ignition. He turned the car on before speeding from the garage, cutting someone off when he exited completely. He began to take his deep breaths again to calm himself down once more. He couldn't go home like that, especially when his boy was there waiting for him. He squeezed the steering wheel tightly in his hands, eyes closing when he stopped at a stop sign, before he opened them again, turning right. His anger simmered down a bit once again, and he felt a bit better. He had calmed himself down, but he was still a bit angry. Being a dominant, when things weren't in his control, it of course made him a bit antsy.

He finally made it home after about fifteen more minutes, handing the keys for Liam to hold without a word, brushing past him. As soon as he entered the house, the aroma of dinner cooking wafted over him, causing his shoulders to sag as he inhaled it. It smelled really good, especially after the day Harry had. He followed the smell into the kitchen, and leaned against the doorframe, watching Louis stir a pot of vegetable soup, eyes softening just at the sight of him.

Louis turned when he heard Harry walk in, smiling at him. "Hi, Harry." He said softly, and Harry just nodded in return. Louis's eyebrows furrowed, but he didn't question it, just turned back around and continued to stir the soup. About ten minutes later, it was done, and Louis was serving up the bowls. Louis let out a squeak when he stumbled on the way to his seat, soup spilling onto the floor and the bowl shattering. Harry couldn't help but stiffen, and glare at Louis, "Are you fücking serious?" He hissed out, slamming his hand down on the island countertop he stood from his chair, grabbing a frightened Louis upper arm before beginning to haul him up the stairs. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," he whimpered, eyes wet as he was tugged up the stairs.

Harry stayed silent, steaming mad. The tiny thing had set him off, unfortunately. He pushed the door open to his bedroom, and pushed Louis inside. "Bend over." He said, voice holding a poorly hidden hint of anger.

"N-no," Louis whimpered.

"Now."

Louis choked out a sob as he bent over the side of the bed, crying out at the hit that was landed on his arse, body jerking forward as more tears filled his eyes. Harry just hit him again, face straight and eyes steely as his hand met Louis clothed bum over and over.

After ten spanks, Harry tugged Louis up, in his anger forgetting the aftercare that was so important, especially after the first punishment, and pulled him from the room and down the hall, to the isolation room. Louis was sobbing harshly, bum aching and no doubt bruising. It hurt each turn his briefs rubbed against it. Harry pushed him onto the bed and left without another word, slamming the door behind him and leaving Louis crying loudly in the bed. This isn't what he wanted, being punished for no reason. Harry had promised not to do that.

Harry stomped through the house, down to the kitchen, where Liam was cleaning up the mess Louis had made. He looked up at him, eyes hard and showing his disappointment. "You were too fucking hard on him," Liam said, placing the rag down and standing to face Harry. "There was no fucking reason for you to have done that to him. He made you dinner, and all he did was drop his bowl. You hurt him, Harry, and now he's crying."

Harry bared his teeth a bit at Liam, "It is none of your business, Liam. Stay in your place."

"You may be my boss, but whether you had a bad day or not, you need to suck it up. Your baby is up there, crying his eyes out. You're not being a good Dom."

Harry froze as the sounds of Louis's cries finally registered, and his anger went away, being replaced by shame. "Shït," he whispered, body tensing as he turned right back around and rushed up the stairs, then into the isolation room.

"Baby," he breathed out when he saw Louis, face hidden in the pillow and the duvet covering his body. He stepped closer to touch him, lay his hand on his back, and Louis whimpered at the touch. "N-no, stop." He whispered, shifting away and pushing Harry away. Harry's heart ached. What had he done? He took his problems out on Louis, which he had promised that he would never do.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Please look at me, yeah?" He whispered, and when Louis shook his head again, he sat beside him on the bed. He began to stroke his fingers through Louis messy hair soothingly, "I had a bad day at work today, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Thank you for dinner." He told him, Louis slowly relaxing beneath Harry's gentle touch. Harry bit his lip.

"H-hurts." Louis whimpered, bum burning and aching from Harry's punishment. "You hurt m-me."

"And I'm sorry for that, Louis. I know you shouldn't forgive me, but I want you to. I didn't mean to snap."

Louis's head popped up from his pillow after a moment of silence, eyes puffy and red and cheeks wet. "Can you put some of the cream on my bum?" He asked quietly, and Harry immediately nodded. "Of course, baby."

He left the room to grab the cream, but immediately returned, having Louis lay on his tummy on top of the comforter. He gently peeled his briefs back from his arse, wincing at the redness and bruising that had began to show. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry." He said, and louis just whined. He began to rub the cooling balm onto Louis's bum, large hand slow and gentle. He winced once again at Louis's whimpers of pain and discomfort. "It'll feel better soon, baby." He told him quietly.

When he finished rubbing the cream into his skin, he just pulled the briefs off the rest of the way, so it wouldn't hurt him more. He was surprised when Louis launched himself at him, face pressing into his neck as he sniffled, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. "It'll be okay, Louis. Daddy's sorry."

Louis just hummed quietly, sleepy from his crying and the punishment. It wasn't long before he dozed off in Harry's arms, limp against his chest.

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(1314 words)

Hiii guys.

So yeah

Harry snapped at Louis and :o

This idea was from @lordofdirectioners 💕

Sorry about the chapter, sucked a bit hahah

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