Master Tomlinson

8- Guilt

LOUIS
        That morning I woke up feeling awful. It was difficult enough to fall asleep knowing that I did something to upset Harry, let alone having to wake up and think about it all over again.

A small knock on my door made me jump and my eyes went towards the, now, opened door. "Coming to breakfast, Master?" Charlie asked me quietly, his eyes holding a hint of something I couldn't put my nose on. He always seemed so smug.
I rubbed at my chest gently and reached down to grab a shirt, before I exhaled softly. "Do I smell omelet?" I asked after inhaling, my blues immediately going towards Charlie. By the sound of the mansion, it seemed like nobody was fully awake and active yet.
"I made it for you specially, Master. And some chamomile just how you like it." Charlie explained as I looked over at the clock on my bed stand. It read 7:30am. Chores only start at 8:30 on Fridays.

"What's the occasion?" I asked with a raise of my brow towards his words, followed by myself getting out of bed.
"There is no special occasion, I decided that I should be up early to make breakfast for my Master.." Charlie whispered half-innocently, keeping a little smile on his lips as I came close to him. "After all.. The early bird gets the worm." he mumbled up in my ear.

Both of my eyebrows raised just a bit in understanding to his sexual advances, but it was way too early, and I was way too mentally occupied with Harry to accept any sexual offers. "Maybe another time. I'm feeling a bit off balance this morning... Is the show all set for tonight?" I asked in attempt to change the subject, which Charlie took notice of.
"Not set up, no." Charlie muttered in a disappointed tone, kicking his feet a little bit as he followed me down to the kitchen. I let out a little hum as I was seated and began cutting into my omelet. "You could start setting up outside, since you're up. Nothing too heavy until the rest of the boys are awake." I decided, but he didn't seem too interested. His little hand was placed on my shoulder and it began to rub my shirt slowly. Charlie went to speak, but was interrupted by a presence in the kitchen archway.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." Luke spoke up, his blue eyes holding a bit of disappointment towards me, and a little bit of anger towards Charlie. His eyebrow was cocked at the hand on my shirt.
"Charlie was just about to go set up, so you're good." I admitted. Charlie let out a small huff and gave Luke a glare before he left the kitchen and went outside to prepare the night time show.

"Enjoying your omelet, Louis?" Luke asked, making sure to use my first name instead of Master. I looked at him with fear, that someone would hear him use my name, "Of course..  There's no poison in this, right?" I attempted at a joke, but he only shook his head and looked past me, out of the window.

"You don't feel the slightest bad, do you?" Luke's voice sounded a little more angry and disappointed at my playful behaviour. His eyebrows furrowed and his body was lifted from where he was sat to make his way to the table just beside me. He leaned against it with his arms crossed over one another.
I was genuinely confused about what he meant, but of course I did feel guilty about something that was none of his business. It was only when he began to speak again that I realized that we were on the same page.

"Look, Louis, I know that you're a boy with needs like the rest of us. You need love, sex, power, but don't use any of that on Harry. I know we've all seen the darkness in hell here but he's got so much soul to take back from what he's lost there, and if you're going to fuck Charlie when you're taking him out and making him feel special, then you don't deserve someone like him." Luke poured out in an angry tone, his fingers being pulled through his own dirty blonde hair with a sigh.
"Luke.." I began, my eyebrows furrowing as I peeked down with a bit of shame.
"This doesn't have anything to do with what happened between us, just know. I could see what Harry couldn't. I know you, Louis. Look at all of the boys here working so hard to please you." Luke whispered quietly, his blue eyes returning back outside, where he watched Charlie. "Just imagine if it was the other way around, and don't think that you can win him over with half assed romance, like a date to a slave ball." He reminded, before slipping off of the table. Just as he was leaving, Greg walked in. "Goodmorning Master. Luke." He greeted with a wide smile, before he went into the kitchen. Luke gave him a half hearted smile with no words, which was usually how he greeted the other boys.

"Were you discussing the show tonight?" Greg piped up once more along with his head peeking into the dining area.
I forced a sheepish smile and nodded, before pushing my plate away. "Of course." I mumbled. Luke seemed pleased when he noticed that his words registered.
He made his way towards me and grabbed my plate. "Let me get that for you, Master." Luke insisted, whispering the master part with a displeased look towards the end.

When he disappeared into the kitchen, I sunk down into my seat. My chest was sinking within every second from the guilt I carried. Normally I wouldn't feel so guilty over a slave, but Harry really did rub me in a new way. Something about him was comforting, and I felt like I could be around him without thinking about my actions, without being overly sexual and womanizing, much like I usually tend to be. I have to make it up to him.. But how? I didn't know Harry enough to know his real interests, his dislikes, his taste in anything.
I tried to remember things I could've missed, and sooner or later one thing popped into my mind. "The city," I mumbled. I felt a pair of confused eyes on me after thinking out loud, which belonged to Greg. Before he could question me, I made an order.
"Tell Charlie that the theme tonight is the city."