THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE (PART ONE)

Harry smiles to himself as he hangs up the phone and stares at the glass wall in front of him. All the anger he felt towards Louis evaporating after talking to the love of his life on the phone.

Harry could literally sense how tense she was when he spoke a bit angrily with her. He could imagine her biting her lip and looking around nervously all the while. Harry chuckles as he replays their conversation in his head. He'd told her she's in trouble and now he can't really bring himself to decide on how to punish her. It's been quite long time since they've done anything remotely kinky and the mere thought excites Harry to no end.

Harry imagines the girl on her all fours, her ass sticking up in the air, glowing red after the getting spanked. Then there's an image of her, tied to the bed with a blind fold and a gag in her mouth, letting out muffled moans as Harry thrusts into her, hard and fast. Another in which Harry's got her on the knees, his cock hitting the back of the girl's throat, making her gag.

"Fuck." Harry murmurs to himself, looking down and groaning at the fact that he's getting hard just by imagining scenarios. Like a fucking teenager.

The knock on the door however pulls him out of his sinful thoughts and he clears his throat, sitting up straighter and turning his attention back to the papers sprawled all over his table.

"Come in." Harry mutters in the most authoritative voice he can come.

Harry continues to pretend like he's extremely busy reading whatever is written on the piece of paper in front of him until he hears someone clearing their throat.

"Harry. Erm, I mean Mr. Styles." The way to familiar voice sounds through Harry's ears and he tries not to laugh at how scared the poor boy sounds. Probably fearing that Harry's going to kick him out of his office.

Slowly, Harry looks up and towards the boy standing awkwardly in front of him. Harry tries to keep on a poker face as Louis smiles a bit at him.

"Aah, here you are. Did you have any problem having breakfast at my home, Sir? Did you have a safe journey?" Harry mocks the boy, trying to sound all scary even though he knows that it will not work at all.

Louis has always been like this. Irresponsible and carefree. Too cool to give a damn about the tasks at hand. But for some reason, Harry's never had a heart to fire him. Probably because the boy's been working from the very young age to support his sisters or maybe because he cracks up nice jokes every once in a while and is not really afraid of Harry or in fact anyone. Or maybe because Harry's too nice with all his workers.

"I'm sorry. Your girlfriend invited me in, I swear. I wasn't my mistake this time." Louis explains in his child like squeaky voice, scratching the back of his neck all the while.

"And here's another mistake." Harry says rolling his eyes, "She's my wife not my girlfriend. I want you to be very respectful when you talk of her."

It's not a lie. Well, it is but not really in Harry's eyes. He's been planning on marrying her sooner or later and he's sure as hell that she wants that too. So what's wrong with calling her his wife, right?

"O-oh." Louis says, a frown finding it's way on his lips as he says, "I'm sorry, I just.. you guys don't wear any rings, so yeah."

"We don't need materialistic things to prove what we have." Harry says with a shrug and Louis nods immediately like a very obedient young boy.

"Well, where's the package I asked you to bring?" Harry asks and Louis finally looks up from the floor and towards the man.

"It's out. On my table." Louis tells Harry causing him to smile and nod lightly.