The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

eighteen

I didn't really know how to end this chapter, and since it's March and Harry's birthday is in February, this update will probably confuse some of you. But, anyway, I hope that you guys enjoy it :-D

* * * * A month later * * * *
Louis' P.O.V
I sat at my empty table, at Starbucks, flipping through some magazine whilst sipping on my latte.

Harry soon joined, placing himself right in front of me. "Glad that we have this day off, yeah?" he held out one of his hands and proceeded to intertwine our fingers together.

"Of course. It's just funny how we're spending our day off at work." he laughed along with me, kissing my hand afterwards.

"It's our favorite place, plus it's a very special day."

I looked at him, acting as if I had no idea of what he was talking about. "Is it, really? I thought it was Monday."

Harry's smile faded, a hurt look replacing it. "You don't remember?"

I had wanted to keep playing dumb, but seeing him hurt just hurt me.

"It course I remember, baby. How could I forget?" he let out a sigh of relief, grinning.

"I'm glad. Because it's your turn to spoil me, daddy." I nearly spit out my coffee, clearing my throat in the process.

I hadn't heard the word escape his lips in about a month. It sent shivers down my spine, and a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach came back.

"I - uh, don't I always spoil my favorite boy?"

He played footsie with me under the table whilst biting his lip. "Of course you do, daddy Lou." Harry giggled, enjoying himself.

Maybe I shouldn't of used the daddy kink on him. The affect it has on me is quite nice, but I would rather not have to hide a boner in public.

"Please don't say that again, Harry. You know what it does to me."

"Say what, daddy?" he batted his eyelashes whilst sipping on his drink.

"That. It makes me want to bend you over this table and fuck you so hard you'll scream my name in your sleep."

Harry moaned, quite low, after that. "Mmm, please do."

"At home it would be much more private, love." I squeezed his hand a little, loving how easily flustered he gets around me.

"But, daddy.." he whined, low again so that no other customers would hear.

"When we have the place all to ourselves, I'll see if it can be arranged. Alright?" he nodded, finishing up his drink. Covering himself in the process before standing up.

Even covered, I noticed the tent that had formed in his trousers and chuckled. "Let's go home and enjoy your special day, yeah?" I stood up, walking out to the car with him.

"Yeah. As long as it's with you, it'll be amazing." Harry clarified, still covering his growing tent.

"I know it will. I'll make sure that it is, angel," I kissed his cheek, starting the car up, " and you don't have to cover yourself. I've seen you naked before."