Louis' P.O.V
Harry was finally back home from touring for the first time being a solo artist, and although I missed him and his neediness, it all felt a bit overwhelming.
The first few days of Harry being back consisted of long hours of making love, staying in bed, and ordering take out. Although things were great, I couldn't help but notice the attitude Harry had been getting every time he didn't get his way. In all honesty, Harry had turned into a bit of a brat.
I held the pen tight between my fingers, trying to figure out the best words to use for what I was trying to write. I hummed quietly before rubbing my chin, feeling the prickles from the new hairs growing.
"Hi," Harry said, standing against the door frame and smiling at me.
"Hi, babycakes," I said, still looking at the scribbled ink on my paper.
"How's the writing going?" he asked before walking closer to me.
"It's going," I sighed, trying to be positive.
"Maybe you should take a break, Lou," he said quietly before sitting next to me and rubbing my back.
"I really need to finish this song, Harry," I said before moving away from his touch.
"Please, I've missed you, daddy," he said before trailing his index finger against my neck and chest.
Hearing him call me that made me whimper internally. I turned my head towards Harry, watching him cross his left leg against mine as he continued playing with my shirt.
"Not right now, Harry," I shook my head, humming the song again before thinking of new lyrics to put in place.
"Daddy please, I need you," he whimpered before thrusting against my hip.
My eyes caught a glimpse at Harry's pants, noticing the thick outline of his erection. I sighed heavily before saying, "I said not right now, Harry."
"Fine!" he shouted childishly before standing up and crossing his arms against his chest. "I'll take care of it myself!"
I rolled my eyes after watching him stomp his feet in anger before hearing a loud echo of a door being slammed shut. I sighed once more before concentrating on the lyrics in front of me.
After writing down a few more words, a loud noise pierced my ear. I ignored it, thinking it was just Harry trying to occupy himself.
"OH YES!" Harry screamed, making me wonder what was going on.
I sat still on the couch, waiting to hear Harry's footsteps near the door. They were never heard, although more moans spilled from afar.
A few seconds later, it finally clicked what Harry was doing. I clenched my jaw tight, knowing he was doing this just to get my attention. I could feel my brows close together in frustration as I tried my best to stay focused. Our studio room was far away from our bedroom, which was the reason for Harry's obscene moaning.
"OH FUCK DADDY!" Harry yelled loudly.
I gritted my teeth before throwing the pen and paper across the room. I needed to concentrate and now after Harry's little stunt, it left me with an aching hard on.
I rushed out of the studio before making my way down the hall. As I got closer to our room, I noticed the door wide open before observing Harry on the bed with a glittery pink vibrator shoved up his ass.
Harry's eyes locked with mine before a smirk crossed the half of his face that wasn't buried into the bed. He moaned loudly, still looking at me as he controlled the toy inside of him.
