Wrong Number (Larry Stylinson)

forty four

Harry was doing work on the couch alone when Louis came in and sat on his lap. He cuddled his way under Harry's chin and wrapped his arms around him. Harry smiled and rubbed Louis' back.

After a while, Louis started to grind on Harry and he gave him a warning look. "Louis...I'm trying to work."

Louis pouted like a toddler who didn't get what he wanted and continued. "But, Daddy, we can do it real quick. Please?" He started to bite and kiss on Harry's neck and Harry lost it.

"No, Louis." He slapped his leg. "You naughty boy. I can't help you right now. I have work to do. You can sit with me, not on me." Harry moved over and Louis fell onto the couch. He whimpered and then crossed his arms, turning away. Harry sighed.

"Louis, what did I do wrong, huh? You're just gonna ignore me? Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Fuck off, daddy." Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis and grabbed his arm, pulling him off of the couch and placing him in the corner.

"I think you need to cool off. You're being irrationally angry right now. And don't you dare blame it on pregnancy hormones. So you're gonna stand in the corner and think about how much of a bad little boy you've been."

Louis' slapped Harry's arm. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Oh really? You're acting like a spoiled brat, Louis. Everytime you get horny, it's not my job to relieve you. Go to the bathroom and jack off or something. And you cursed at me and on top of that, hit me! What do you think you deserve right now?"

Louis rolled his eyes and mumbled, "hot sex" under his breath.

Harry rolled his eyes right back at him. "No, you deserve a trip over my knee for a long hard spanking, but I don't want to hurt you or the baby. Now, like I said, you're gonna stand in that corner and think about what you've done. I'm finished tolerating your shitty mood swings and the excuses that accompany them. You're being a very bad boy, Louis. This behavior is unacceptable. Do you understand me?"

Louis flipped Harry off and growled. "I'm leaving. I'm going back to my apartment."

Louis stormed out of the room and tried to leave, but Harry grabbed his arm.

"LET ME GO!" Louis tried to pull away, but Harry's grip on him was too tight.

"No, Louis! You're gonna stay and we are going to talk about this like adults."

Louis slapped Harry's arm again. "If you don't let me go, I'll call the police."

Harry sighed, searching Louis' eyes for sincerity. He let him go and Louis got the fuck out of there.