Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 7 - ouch

Have you ever had that feeling where you know you were dead? Like, you knew your grave was already dug and it's just waiting for you to come in and settle for the rest of your life?

That's how Harry felt like.

His eyes were widened and his throat was dry, mouth wide open while trying to process words, but nothing comes out.

"Are you okay? We're almost on next." Niall asks, concern filled in his voice as he waves a hand in front of Harry's face.

"I- I didn't know he was going to be here?" Harry said, more of a question.

Niall puts his hands up, "Don't look at me, I didn't invite him here."

Harry just sighs deeply, massaging his temples with his eyes closed.

"I'm going to get my ass whooped." Harry murmurs to himself, and only himself.

"I'm on next, you sure you're okay? Do I have to call Louis up-"

"No! No, no." Harry reassures Niall and pushes him away, biting his lip.

"Okay . . . I'll just-"

Niall gets cut off by someone calling his name.

He turns back to Harry and pats him on the shoulder before running up to the stage and embracing the spotlight.

"What am I going to do, what am I going to do?" Harry asks himself as he paces back and fourth, running a hand over his face.

"And Niall Horan goes to the lady in white! Next up, we have the one and only, Harry Styles!" Harry hears someone say and he's about to shit his pants.

Harry takes a shaky breath, walking up the short steps and stepping out on the large stage.

He plasters on a smile and the crowd goes wild, some men giving out hoots.

Harry skims through the crowd and his eyes land on a very furious looking Louis, his hands clenching into a fist.

Harry can almost feel his breakfast rising up his throat, begging to come out, but he thickly swallows it down.

He has to get through this and then he can sneak his way out without getting caught.

"Erm, hello? Harry . . . you there?" The lady laughs and so do other people (but not Louis).

"Oh, sorry." Harry mumbles and nods his head, telling her to get on with the bidding.

"Right, so let's start the bidding."

In the end, Harry has to go on a date with a perky brunette who's voice just annoys him.

"So, Harry," she giggles as she sees Harry walking towards her after the biddings. "Im glad I caught you myself."

"Sure, yeah. Listen, love," and Harry cringes at the name he says. "I have to go so I'll give you my number."

"Okay." she giggles and twirls her hair as she pulls out her phone and hands it to Harry.

He quickly types his number in her phone, but just as he's about to hand it to her, someone's hand stops him.

"Do you want my number in there?" Harry hears Louis voice from behind him and he sees the girl nod, almost drooling.

Harry shudders when Louis takes the phone from him, their fingers brushing oh-so-slightly.

Louis only takes about a minute to type in his phone number before giving it back to her.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have to take Harry somewhere." Louis states annoyingly and grabs Harry's wrist, dragging him out of the building.

"Why'd you put your number in her phone?" Harry asks, jealously in his voice.

"No, I just deleted your number. You're mine."

And yes, Harry did get a slight feeling down south.

"I'm sorry, so sorry." Harry whimpers and Louis only motions for him to go into the limo.

Harry sighs and gets into the limo, Louis following quickly behind.

"Louis-" Harry tries to speak.

"Don't."

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"Do you know what you've done wrong, Harry?" Louis walks back and fourth with his hands behind his back.

"I lied to you." Harry quietly states with his head down low.

"Yes, and how is that bad?"

"It's against the rules."

"Now," Louis starts. "I know you didn't even sign the contract, yet, but, you wanted a preview and I'm giving you a preview. So, take off all your clothes and bend over me." Louis barks out smugly and sits on the bed, watching Harry undress.

After Harry's finished, he shyly walks over to Louis and bends over his lap, waiting for the blow.

"I want you to count each spank and thank me at the end, think you can do that, baby boy? Louis whispers against Harry skin and the younger boy shivers, nodding his head.

Louis kneads the soft flesh in his hands, warming up the skin. Its not long before Harry feels a slap on his bum, a shameless moan escaping his lips.

"One." Harry chokes out, feeling his cock perk up slightly.

How is he enjoying this?

Louis slaps his bum once again and Harry whimpers, moaning afterwards.

"Two."

After eight more slaps, Harry is a shaking mess, tears falling down his face and his dick fully erected.

"What do you say to daddy?" Louis asks, kissing Harry's shoulder.

"T-thank you, daddy." Harry closes his eyes.

"Now, I'm going to give you a little present because you took the punishment so well baby, you could've gotten off from it." Louis praises and flips them over so he's on top and Harry is below him.

"Ouch." Harry mutters and winces, the sheets rubbing hardly against his bum in the worst way possible.

"Sorry, baby." Louis gives him a quick peck.

Louis takes Harrys cock in his hand, looking down at him and seeing his cheeks flushed.

"Daddy's going to take care of you."

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FUCK GUYS DID YOU SEE LOUIS AND HARRY SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER ON THE BBMA. THEY EVEN TOUCHED A LITTLE SO I SCREAMED AND MY MUM HAD TO COME IN AND TELL ME TO SHUT UP.

UHM IM DEAD.