Daddy

Chapter 2

"Welcome," Harry said as he pushed the door open, the key still stuck in the keyhole. 

"I'd love to go inside, but you're in my way and these fucking bags are killing my wrists."

"So pleasant, always using the nicest and most proper words," Harry said sarcastically as he continued walking into his humble home. 

"Shut up, I did not need you to comment on my word choice. That's not why I came over here. I didn't even plan on coming here."

"Well, you didn't have to come over. You're the one that chose to do that," Harry reminded him. 

"I know, I know, remind me why I agreed to do that again."

"Don't you remember? You're going to be my boy toy and I'm going to fuck you over the counter and then we will eat ice cream afterwards," Harry reminds him, hoping that he picks up on the sarcasm that runs throughout his sentence. Louis seems to be a master of sarcasm, so he has no doubt that he did pick up on it, but one could never be too certain. 

"Oh.... Yes, I'm starting to remember it now," Louis smirked as he followed Harry back into his living room to pull the key out and put it on one of the hooks by the door. He hung his jacket up next to it as well as Louis'. 

"Did you get my things?" A grumpy voice came from down the hall.

"Of course I did, are you going to come get them or are you going to stay in your room?" 

"Depends, will you put them where they go or will you throw them down the hall and possibly ruin things?" 

"There's nothing that I can ruin," Harry said down the hall. 

"You never know!" 

"Just get your lazy ass out of your room and come get your shit," Harry said.

"Who's the pleasant one now, Mr. Styles?" Louis smirked next to him. 

"I'm always pleasant and a fucking joy. I'm a ray of sunshine, don't you know?" 

"Well, I've just met you. I don't know much about you, to be honest." 

"Who's your friend?" Ms. Grumpy was now next to Harry with her hair up in a messy bun with blue and white gingham shorts with a white crop top. 

"This is Louis, I met him when I was shopping. Where are you planning on going?"

"It's none of your business, but I'm going to the movies and then dinner. Don't worry about making food for me tonight." 

"Okay, well your things are in the kitchen." 

"Did you get tampons? And the white nail polish I asked for?" 

"Of course, as well as the black nail polish and the glitter one and the hair spray and face wash and dish soap," Harry said,  breathless by the end of his seemingly endless sentence. 

"I didn't need glitter nail polish this week. That's next week when I get my pay check, but okay, thank you. I also didn't need the dish soap."

"Yes you did, you just didn't know that you did. Louis, this is Eleanor. She's clearly very grumpy and is too lazy to put her hair up properly or finish make-up." 

"That's the point of a messy bun," Louis shrugged. 

"It's supposed to be as messy as my life.... Anyway, thank you for running to the store and the reason I'm so grumpy is because you interrupted," Eleanor said as she walked off to the kitchen. 

"Well, that's Eleanor, I'm sure that you'll get to know her if we continue being friends," Harry said and pushed Louis gently in the direction of the kitchen. He still needed to put the groceries away.