My cheeks flush from Harry's text. It oddly satisfied me and made me happy. I liked being a good boy for Harry. I was downstairs sitting up on the kitchen counter. I don't know why but I enjoyed sitting up there. Harry would be here soon so I just waited patiently for him, not long after I heard his car drive up the drive way, making me hop down from the counter and slip my phone into my pocket. I went out the door and headed over to the black car. Even his car was intimidating. Everything thing about Harry was intimidating. I opened the door and got in. "Hi.." I squeaked at the man. I see him grin, "hello Louis. Now, are you sure you're ready to start this kind of relationship with me?" I fiddle with my fingers, I wasn't 100% sure but hey, it felt right for some reason. "Y-yes I'm sure..I want to try this." I say timidly and smile a little. He nods "good. Because I was dying to have you be mine princess." I blush from his words and look out the window. He probably thinks you blush too much. I think, the thought only made me blush more for some reason, I have a blushing problem if you couldn't already tell.
We arrived at Harry's house. I get out and head inside, taking off my shoes because Harry was a very neat and clean person. He didn't like any mess.
So I'm guessing one of my rules is to always clean up after myself. Unfortunately I'm a messy person but, Harry doesn't have to know that just yet. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" I hear him speak up. My eyes land on his and I shake my head "no..I'm good."I reply, why was this so awkward for me? I hate that I'm like this, I make situations awkward even when they shouldn't be. Harry gives me a smile and walks over to me. He reaches his hand up and brushes his thumb over my pale cheek. "God..you're so beautiful.. The most beautiful sub I've ever had." He coos. I blush. But wait, he's had other subs? Before me? Well of course he has Louis, he's gorgeous.
"H-how many have you had." I blurt. Harry raises an eyebrow at me "how many what? Subs?" I nod and nibble on my bottom lip. Harry chuckles "like..6 or 7.." He says. Six or seven?! He's had that many? I wonder why they didn't work out. He probably will get bored of me..what if he finds me annoying or not good enough..ill just be the next sub number 8. "Oh.." Is all I reply. Harry notices my slight sadness. "Lou..just because you're not my first sub doesn't mean you aren't special to me. Because you are. You're different. I feel something special about you that none of my other subs have." He says. I blush more and look down, "you're just saying that." The man raises my head with his finger "I'm not just saying that Louis, I mean it." He smiles and leans forward, pressing his soft lips against mine. My eyes flutter shut and I kiss back. Every time I kiss Harry it's like the world stops, like we are the only two people that matter in that moment and it's so special. I bet he doesn't feel that, he's kissed so many people. Harry pulls away from the kiss. "Now..another rule is to not look down upon yourself. Got it?" He says seriously. I nod "I-I okay..I understand" I say and sigh. That's going to be hard. I always judge myself, I'm like my own bully. Harry tucks a small piece of hair behind my ear. "Good boy." He praises then steps away from me. "What would you like to do today?" I hated getting asked these questions. Whenever I have to choose my mind goes crazy and my anxiety builds up. I can never make a decision and it makes me mad. "I-I don't care..we can do whatever you want to do." Harry laughs softly "love..I want you to pick.." I bite my lip and shrug, getting more anxious, what If I make him mad. What if he punishes me.
Harry narrows his eyebrows "hey..why do you look so scared it's okay Lou..we can just watch some movies and talk okay?" He says and comes back over to me. My anxiety Leaves after he makes the decision. "S-sorry I just..I'm bad at picking things.." I mumble. "Don't worry..we will work on that okay?" He says and smiles. Grabbing my hand and leading me over to the couch.
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"I want you to move in with me."
"What?" I blurt. My eyes wide. He wants me to move in with him? I'm only 17..a junior in high school. My mum would never let me move in with some 26 year old man that she has never met. Harry chuckles "you heard me love." I gulp "as much as I'd love too..I can't..I'm only seventeen... I have to live with my mum." Harry raises a brow "you're moving in with me."
Is he serious right now? He's really going to force me to move in? Even when I can't? "Harry-" I get cut off. "What did I say about calling me that.." He snaps a little. I gulp again "s-sorry.. I-I was just going to say I can't because my mum.." Harry accepts my apology. "I'll talk to her." He says and stands.
"Let me call her." I stand up aswell "r-right now?" I ask. Harry rolls his eyes "no Louis..next year." He says sarcastically. Making me feel stupid. I get out my phone and hand it too him.
He goes on it and calls my mum. I see him leave the room and I stand in the living room. Just waiting for him to return.
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"Come on." Harry says and grabs his keys.
"Where are we going?" I asks and go over and slip on my shoes.
"To pack your bags princess."
