Mad Hatter || l.s

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Louis spent the following day with Harry, out in his secret trail. It wasn't much of a secret anymore since he had shown Mr. Harry earlier — but who cares? It can be both of their secrets. The two were seated on the ground, the smaller one basically on Harrys' lap because he claimed that he didn't want his dress to get dirty, and the green eyed man was perfectly okay with it.

"I like your long hair, it's very pretty." Louis mumbles as he takes a handful of Harrys' hair and slightly yanks on it, giggling when the other man winces ever so slightly. "And I like your green eyes!" He adds on excitedly, widening his own eyes and pointing at them. Harry chuckles at the boy, one of his large hands trailing lightly down Louis' soft, tan arm.

"Yeah?" He pauses and Louis nods happily, resting his tiny palms on Harrys' chest. "Thank you, Princess. But do you want to know what's pretty about you?" Harry takes a quick look down at Louis' meaty thighs that were resting on the ground on either side of him. Oh, how much he wanted to bite into the flesh and make marks all over him so everyone would know Louis was his.

Louis doesn't seem to notice Harrys' hungry eyes trailing all over his body, only giggling and nodding to answer Harrys' question. "Yes please, Mr. Harry."

Harry hums quietly to himself, wondering where to start because there were so many things that were just so damn perfect about this boy sitting on his lap. "Well, I love your eyes for starters, they remind me of the ocean because they're a beautiful blue. I also love your thighs, princess, they always look so good in these high knee socks you wear." He laughs when Louis blushes madly, gripping the thick flesh in his own hands, and that makes Louis gasp quietly. "And I really love your lips." He whispers.

Louis' eyes flicker down to Harrys' lip for a second, looking back up hesitantly to stare into the mans eyes. "Thank you, Harry, I don't think anybody has ever said anything so nice about me." His small body leans in and he wraps his arms around the taller boys' frame, resting his head on his chest so he could hear Harrys' steady heartbeat. And it takes Harry by surprise, really.

Harry is the first one to pull back from the warm embrace, a small smile on his lips because now the sun was hitting Louis face, enhancing his beautiful features. This small boy was so innocent and pure, obviously opposite of what Harry was. The green eyed man was already so infatuated with Louis it wasn't even funny — it ached his heart. "No problem, my gorgeous princess." Harry mutters, tightening his grip on Louis' waist.

"Your gorgeous princess? Harry you're funny." Louis giggles, resting his head on Harrys' shoulder and looking up at him, batting his eyelashes almost as if he was flirting. "I need to go really soon." He adds on sadly, upset that he had to leave Harry so soon because honestly, Mr. Harry was fun to be around. He was also funny, with his witty knock knock jokes that Louis always laughs at.

"You do?" Harry sighs, bringing a hand up to the back of Louis' head and playing with the small strands of hair that he could grab. "I don't want you to go." He playfully pouts, grinning widely and dimples popping out when Louis pokes at his bottom lip. Harry takes one of Louis' fingers and sucks it in his own mouth, causing Louis to pull back with an ew, face scrunched up adorably.

"Don't worry, Mr. Harry, we can always hang out tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day . . ." Louis trails off, counting on his fingers for emphasis. "Basically like, everyday. Well, we can't hang out when Niall is around." He frowns, not even noticing how a hard glare sets on Harrys' face, eyebrows furrowing. Harry had almost forgotten about the blonde boy and what he threatened to do if Louis wouldn't stop seeing him.

"Right, well that will change very soon, princess." Harry replies, watching how Louis face contorts into utter confusion. He caresses Louis' cheek softly, making the younger boy relax into his arms and breath out small puffs of air.

"I—I have to go, Harry." Louis scrambles to get off of Harry, smoothing down his dress that had hitched up an inch or two higher. The sun was starting to go down, illuminating beautifully with the blue sky, telling Louis that it was time to end the play date and go on home before he gets in trouble for being out so late. He was such a good kid — such a mummys' boy.

"I'll see you soon, then?" Harry gets up after Louis does so, gripping the younger boys' waist tightly, causing Louis to let out a slight whimper. Louis doesn't know why, but it made him feel fuzzy inside. He can only nod and gulp, nervously chewing on his lower lip, and damn, he doesn't know how much that affects Harry. "Goodbye, princess."

Harry turns to walk the other direction, leaving Louis alone in the trail. He had to go to Nialls' house right now, because he would not let that boy put such nonsense in his princess' mind. It really didn't take long for him to spot Nialls' house, striding up to the door and knocking on it hardly. He didn't really care if the boys' parents were home, he would make them watch him call their son out.

It took a few moments before the door flew open, revealing a giddy Niall who thought Louis had come over once again to say sorry. Harry smirks when the large smile on the fake blondes' face fades away, being replaced with a rather wary one. "W—What do you want?" Niall stutters, cowering slightly at Harrys' bulky figure. He had no idea that the Mad Hatter would ever show up to his house.

"Louis is mine, you got that, blondie? He is mine, belongs to me." Harry huffs out angrily, veins promptly popping out on the side of his neck. He takes a step closer to Niall who has his arms crossed and is trying to act like Harry is not scaring him.

"Last time I checked he was my best friend." Niall replies cockily, raising an eyebrow at the taller man who was literally shaking from so much anger that was currently boiling in his body. Harry had to close his eyes and take deep breaths, willing himself not to lash out and just completely mess up the blonde. He was so close to breaking, and not the crying kind.

"Yeah? Well, last time I checked; I'm the one Louis is actually taking interest in."

NOTE: i love this story so much y'all, you don't even know :)))))