Harry quickly peeked at the clock, cringing as the designated time started to crawl closer, and not a single peep had been heard from behind the door. The dinner would be starting 30 minutes from now and they'd been given orders to have him out 10 minutes prior. The young boy swallowed, his eyes glancing to the other guards across from him whom had gotten bored half way through the job and were now playing with pocket sized cards. "Shouldn't someone knock or something? What if he fell asleep"?" Harry suggested, motioning to the door with a worried expression. The other guards paused for a moment, taking turns glancing between himself and the door within in his reach. "Didn't the twerp assign you as his personal guard?" One of them spoke up, raising his eyebrow as he searched for a certain card to win the game. Harry's mouth opened briefly, searching his mind for some sort of retaliation. Before he had time to respond the other guard was looking at him with a smirk. "So you should be the one to knock." The guard teased, his attention going back to the game as he realized he was the loser of the round. "God damn it Jerry, you always cheat!" The guard growled, leaving Harry as invisible as an ant.
With a hesitant breath Harry reached forward, his knuckles coming in contact with the door harder than he had planned. "Shit." He muttered softly, withdrawing his hand from the wood and taking a step back just in cause the little twat threw open the door in another one of his tantrums. It took a few moments before a smug "Come in Harry." was heard through the other side, and Harry's back stiffened in response. The guards heads snapped up at the response, there eyes twinkling with humor, and light teasing smirks were forming on their faces. Harry threw them a glare of hatred before grabbing the knob and twisting it, pushing open the door slightly, not exactly wishing to enter into Louis room. "You have to be out in 20 minutes, dressed and ready for your dinner party." Harry spoke through the opening, rolling his eyes as Louis laughed in return. "I saidcome in curly, not stand at my door like a dog." Louis replied, ignoring Harry's statement. Harry growled softly as the word came out of Louis mouth again, and instead of thinking things through, he pushed open the door roughly and stepping in. "Can you not play games, you have somewhere to be. How about act like the son of the President?" Harry scoffed, fed up with Louis attitude.
For a moment Louis was silent, his eyebrow raised and his legs falling off the desk that he had them prompt up on. "Oh?" He started, crossing the room like he was in a palace, his hand pressing on the back of the door and slowly, almost painfully shutting it closed. "You want me to act like the President's son?" He repeated, crossing his arms and smirking with devilishness at the delicious boy in front of him. "You want me to be the perfect angel for my father and stand at his side showing my support, without a single complaint?" Louis asked, his facial expression changing to seemingly innocent. "YES!" Harry exclaimed, nodding his head almost relieved that Louis understood what he was suppose to be doing. "You want me to use my authority as the President's son to order my guards around, make them know their place, and make them beg to be let go of their job?" Louis added, his eyes narrowing on the boys face with a smug grin, knowing Harry was in for a long long 20 minutes. Harry nearly nodded his head, not really listening to the words coming out of this boys mouth. They were wasting time, and Louis was certainly not ready at all. Now that Harry thought of it, Louis was completely naked except for a pair of briefs, and socks on his feet. His eyes blinked with confusion going over the words in his head as his lips formed a tight line. "E-excuse me?" Harry asked, not exactly sure if he had heard Louis correctly.
Louis waved his hand about, turning away from Harry and heading to his bed as if this subject was completely normal. "You said it yourself earlier. I can't fire you from your job because my father hired you." Louis explained, rolling his eyes with annoyance. "However, your job is pretty clear Harry. You have to get me from point A to point B, without any complications. Which if I thought about this clearly, my unhappiness is a complication." Louis said slowly, giving Harry some time to think his words over carefully. The young guard stood dumbfounded, his eyes following Louis's every move, never leaving him. "Where is this going to Louis?" Harry sighed out, his hand grabbing his forehead and rubbing it gently. How the hell did Harry get himself in this situation? Louis let out a chuckle, swiping at his fringe so he could properly see Harry's face. "That's Sir to you, poodle." Louis corrected him, his tongue darting out to gently swipe at his own bottom lip, wetting the dry surface. Harry's eyes narrowed and he could feel his fists clenching at his side with irritation. "You're only a year older then me..." Harry mumbled, glaring the young boy down, even though his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest. Anyone was smart enough to figure out where this discussion was heading, and Harry could feel himself already burying a hole to hide from this humiliation.
Louis growled out, standing up sharply and grabbing at the taller's boy collared suit and very harshly pulling down, taking the curly guard out of complete surprise. "Do not mumble in my presence, I can't fucking stand it when people, especially my personal one's, don't speak clearly!" Louis snapped into his ear, secretly taking in a breath as he let the guard go from his grasp, humming as Harry's scent filled his mind. Harry had let out a loud yelp as Louis grabbed him, his body too shocked to pull away, an sudden position of Harry being forced to bend down and growled at made his heart go rapid. "A-Ahh!" Harry let out shakily, standing up fully once Louis let go, and hurriedly straightening out his suit jacket. "N-note taken..." Harry said softly, confused to how he was suddenly not so brave in front of Louis at the moment. The Presidents son smiled in approval, glad that they were finally getting somewhere. "Now listen here curly, I've upgraded you to my personal guard which means you stay with me at all possible times. If I ask you to stay the night, you fucking do it." Louis started, handing Harry a certain badge that had a large A and Harry's name scribbled underneath it in Louis hand writing. "Here's the badge you have to wear at all times." Louis explained, clipping it onto the front of Harry's suit, ignoring how the guard made a small movement as Louis reached for him. "If I see you without this on, I will...." He trailed off, letting a large grin appear on his face before he patted Harry's arm roughly. "Well, you'll figure that out on your own won't you?"
Harry watched as Louis pinned the badge to him, and he quickly read it before glancing up at Louis in utter confusion, his hands going up in the air with defense. "H-hold on here, I'm just a guard, you can't treat me like a servant of some sort!" Harry retorted, unclipping the badge and holding it out for Louis to take back. "Get one of the guards outside to be your personal slave, they sit there and play cards all day anyways." Harry threw out, his body feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. Louis snorted, taking the badge softly before without any warning swiping his foot behind the back of Harry's leg, causing the guard to fall forward. "Oh come on Harry, you're suppose to be my guard and you cant even defend yourself against someone as tiny as me?" Louis teased, his foot raising and landing a quick blow to Harry's stomach, which happened to be the perfect height to where it reached the edge of Louis briefs. Louis chuckled at this thought, moving back at the sight of Harry clenched in a ball on the ground. "An this is why you will be my personal 'slave' curly. You can't protect me, so you'll have to serve me." Louis explained, sitting in the chair by his desk, his eyes glued to the groaning figure on the ground. "H-holy s-shit!" Harry cried out, the pain leaving him breathless and gasping for breaths, his eyes lifting to the sight of Louis sitting so smugly in his chair.
"You just fucking kicked me!" Harry gasped out, his large hands easily covering his stomach with the little pain that still lingered. Louis humorously smiled down at him, nodding his head and leaned himself back into the plush chair. "I did tell you to wear the badge, did I not?" Louis said with little sympathy, throwing the badge down onto the floor in front of Harry's face. "Put it on Harold." Louis instructed. Harry was still a little shaky as he sat himself up, his nose scrunched up with humiliation, his cheeks a light pink. The flustered boy glanced down at the badge and gently picked it up with shaking hands, his gaze flickering up to the awaiting male before him. It took a few moments of hesitation before Harry finally clipped the badge to the front of his suit, his free hand still clasping his stomach as he moved to sit up. "No no. Stay down there. Since i'm happy now and we have no 'complications', I'll go get dressed for that dinner party." Louis said with a laugh and a clap of his hands. He stood up from his chair, brushing past Harry and into the bathroom, his briefs tighter than Harry had last noticed.
