devotion ➶ larry

eight

Happy New Years :)

Louis' outfit on the top/side

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Louis was already curled in the bed when Harry stepped out of the shower. He was staring at Harry with lidded eyes as he yawned.

The older man smiled at the sight.

"You tired, kitten?" He asks and Louis nods meekly. He stretched out on the bed, the sweater riding up to reveal the front of his panties. Harry forced himself to turn away, instead plugging in his phone to charge overnight.

"Sir--can you stay the night with me again?" The small boy asks, his voice soft and raspy.

"Sure, princess." He gets into bed, glad he doesn't have to wake up early tomorrow for work. He can settle all of this with Louis in the morning. The small boy smiles and curls into Harry's side. It doesn't take long before they're both asleep.

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When Harry wakes up, the bed is empty. He sits up frantically, looking around and finding the room empty.

"Lou?" He calls but doesn't get an answer. He gets out of bed and trudges into the hallway, yawning. He calls out Louis' name again but gets no reply.

He finds himself in the kitchen, the small boy on the counter, reaching into the cupboard, trying to get a box of cereal. Harry leans against the wall, watching Louis as he balances himself on his knees, hands reaching up to get the box of Coco Puffs.

Harry tilts his head and watches not so subtly how the sweater he wore rode up and revealed his bum covered in the blue lace panties.

"Lou, baby?" He finally says and the small boy squeaks, slipping off the counter and onto the floor with a thud. Harry runs over to him, helping him up.

"I'm sorry--sir. I just, I was hungry and I didn't want to wake you up." Louis stutters and Harry chuckles.

"Let me make you something, yeah?" Harry offers and Louis' eyes brighten. He sits up on one of the stools and watches as Harry starts up the stove and takes out different things like eggs and flour and milk.

Twenty minutes later the flat smells like buttery pancakes. Louis grins, practically bouncing on the stool. Harry watches him with a fond grin before serving the breakfast. Louis ate quickly, commenting on how amazing the food was.

"Thanks, lovely." Harry whispers, sitting across from him.

They ate in silence and Louis set his plate in the sink when he finished and sat on Harry's lap.

"What are we doing today, sir? Yesterday was lovely! I love all the things you bought me!" Louis smiles and bounces on Harry's lap. The older man clenches his jaw at the sight, trying to distract himself. A beautiful boy is bouncing on his lap in an oversized jumper and lace panties. Has he died and gone to heaven?

He stands up and Louis clings onto him like a koala so Harry is carrying him around the kitchen and sitting on the couch with him still on his lap.

"Well...Lou, uh--we have to talk." Harry mumbles, looking at Louis and setting him on the couch.

"About what, sir?" Louis asks and Harry sighs.

"About what we're gonna do with you. I mean--you can't stay here forever. I don't--"

"Y-You don't want me?" Louis asks, his bottom lip wobbling.

"No, lovely, it's not that. Of course I want you. It's just...I don't know if it's legal." He says and Louis wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

"I-I...n-no one wants m-me." Louis mumbles, tears falling down his cheeks. Harry's heart breaks at the sight.

"Lou no. Don't say that. I want you. I like you." Harry says and tries to comfort him but the boy flinches away.

"I h-have people lie t-to me all the t-time, sir." The older man frowns.

"You can stay here. I'll talk to my friend Niall, okay? He's a lawyer and he'll tell me if it's okay to keep you." Harry offers. Louis sniffles, looking down.

"C-Can I go with you?" Louis asks, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"Of course. Go change, princess." Harry says and Louis leave the living room, still sniffling. Harry groans, dropping his head into his hands. What is he going to do?

He makes his way to his bedroom only to find Louis bent over searching through one of the bags they have, only wearing white lace panties.

"Shit." Harry mumbles, biting his lip and Louis turns to find him standing in the doorway.

"Sir, hi." He blushes.

"You uh...fucking hell." Harry grunts before walking towards his drawer and looking for something to wear. He slips into a pair of black skinny jeans and a sheer button up. He fixed his hair quickly and when he was done, he turned to find Louis wearing a white jumper with the words fries before guys on the corner and a pair of high waisted denim shorts.

Harry shook his head as he willed himself to look away.

"You're not going to be cold, love?" Harry asks and the small boy shakes his head before skipping to his side.

Harry rolls his eyes before taking his hand and leading him out of the flat. Louis walks in front of him and Harry tries to distract himself by looking at the clouds or his phone.

What he did notice was the hole in the back of his shorts so his tail could freely trail behind him.

"Did you--did you cut your shorts, lovely?" Harry asks and Louis shrugs.

"Yes, sir. Is it alright? My tail hurt so I fixed it." Louis beams and Harry hums, ushering him into the car. Louis smiles and clambers into the passenger seat.

Harry makes his way around and settles into the drivers seat before turning on the ignition.

"My friend Niall is really hyper so don't worry okay? He's really touchy too. Be on your best behavior, okay doll?" Harry asks and Louis nods hastily.

"Okay, da--sir."