Larry Smut

Daddy.

Warning: There's a major age gap in this one-shot. Harry is 32 and Louis is 18. There's also a daddy kink. :)

Louis' POV

I can't stand living in the same house as them. Enduring silent suffering when they kiss, cringing when they whisper sweet "I love you's" softly to one another. All this time I've spent living under the same roof as him, sleeping only doors away from his warmth, and casually going out for lunch every now and then like mates has made me want nothing more than to be the keeper of his heart.

I hate seeing them happy together when all I want is for him to tend to me with the same love and care.

I'm reminded of how sick I am for feeling this way every second I spend watching them fall even more head over heels for each other if that's possible, every time he smiles a dimple indented smile due to my mum being, well my mum.

He's 32, my mum is his first wife and before me he never had to be a father figure to anyone. Only I wish he was anything but my step-dad.

"Have a safe trip mum, I know they'll absolutely love your ideas." I say as I squeeze my mother in a tight hug. She's going on a business trip to France, pitching ideas for a smartphone manufacturing company.

"Thanks boobear, I love you okay? I'll text as soon as I land in Paris." She says, pecking my cheek softly.

She sauntered over to Harry. I stifled a gag and averted my eyes as they shared a passionate kiss.

She waved goodbye to us and rolled her luggage behind her through security. Harry looked over to me with a grin, "looks like it's just you and me pal."

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The ride back was silent for the most part. Conversation consisted of "it's getting colder, winter's come early this year eh?" and "maybe we should rent some DVDs and buy a bunch of junk food while your mum's away. You know she'd never let us do that when she's here."

So that's exactly what we did. Harry pulled into the corner store closest to home and held the door open for me as I entered the warm confines of the shop. I cupped my hands over my mouth and let the warm breath thaw out my numb fingers. He walked towards the DVD section.

"What do you feel like watching? Horror maybe?" He asked, eyes scanning the shelves of various genres.

"I really don't mind." I said, to which he looked at me with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "How 'bout I pick the movies and you go on and get all the snacks you want." He smiled at me, a smile that could bring world peace and cure the most chronic illnesses.

"Okay." I said, turning swiftly towards the chip aisle to hide my rosy cheeks.

I grab several bags of chips, a package of cookies, my all time favorite thing in the world, hazelnut spread, and two bottles of pop.

I returned to the cash register with my arms full just as Harry came back with 5 DVDs held between his long fingers.

When Harry noticed me he broke into a boyish grin that nearly sent me to the floor along with all the snacks. "Stocked up?" He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

I had a bag of chips held between my lips, so all I could do was murmur, "'mmhm."

He helped me set the things on top of the counter and paid for everything even after my offers. The cashier bagged the goods for us and with a polite smile said, "have a nice day."