Chauffeur || l.s

seven

Louis and Harry were seated down on one of the couches that the living room provided while they watched Desmond pace around with his bottom lip pinched by his thumb and pointer finger, clearly angry. "What the hell happened out there? I was about to make a lot of money with the product, but then I come in the dining room with you," he points towards Louis, "having him pushed against the wall like you're some fucking Hulk."

The Chauffeur smiles warily, sitting up straighter to give a better impression, even though he just cost his boss millions of dollars. He can find a new partner, right? He clears his throat before a nervous laugh comes out of his mouth, "You know, there's an explanation for why I did that, and I could tell you if you gave me the chance." Louis' statement came out more like a question, his head turning the side. Desmond motions his hand for him to get on with it and he coughs, about to speak up until Harry speaks for him.

"Dad? Yeah, dad," the teenager says as he tries to get Des' attention, "Uh, well . . . your partner — or not anymore, sorry — was trying to make a move on me, and I didn't really feel comfortable," Louis almost rolls his eyes at that, clearly recalling when Harry would giggle every fucking minute at the compliments, "he also insulted me and Louis over here defended me, so I think that the person you should be mad at is Mark, not . . . us." he finishes and his father is undoubtedly confused.

The eldest man raises his hand as he tries to comprehend everything that Harry told him, eyebrows scrunched and lips turned up in disgust. "Wait, so you're telling me that Mark tried to hit on you . . . but then he insulted you which made Louis over here get defensive and that's when I came in?" Desmond explains slowly and Louis nods hesitantly, afraid that it won't be good enough for him, but instantly relaxes when a grin makes it's way to his boss' face. "Well why didn't you just say so?"

The two boy on the couch let out a breath of relief, Harry giggling loudly, all of a sudden, "It's because you were yelling at us, dad." Desmond nods, understanding what his son was getting at. Louis watches as the man waves his arms towards himself, Harry getting up from his spot on the — very comfortable — couch and wrapping his arms around his father's figure. They stay like that for a while until the teen pulls back, "Can I show Louis my room, dad?"

And, his heart stops, he swears his heart stops at that sentence. Louis' eyes are wide as he watches Desmond actually thinking about the suggestion, probably trusting him more since he stood up for his precious son, but still. "Sure, why not?" the man says, and Louis is certainly dead now. He watches as Harry turns around and innocently stares at him as he sucks his bottom lip in his mouth and bats his eyelashes. "I'll just be outside by the pool, don't mind me." this man can't be anymore blind, Louis thinks.

"Alright, father! Louis, come with me." Harry instructs him, turning around and swaying his hips as he leads him up the spiral staircase that he absolutely adores because it makes him feel like he's in some sort of music video or movie. Louis tries his best to not stare at his bum as they walk, but the lad is purposely making it hard for him because he's practically pushing it his face — and since Louis is always two stairs behind him, he can look up his skirt and see his white lace panties.

After walking up more flight of stairs — because every fucking floor has them and Harry's room is on the 4th floor — they finally start walking down long hallways, and Louis' so sure that his legs are going to come off any moment now. Harry halts abruptly in front of a certain door, which causes the chauffeur to run into him from behind. The green eyed boy just smiles from fondness and opens the pastel pink door, walking in first and leaving Louis to shut the door behind them.

The first word that comes into Louis' mind is wow. Harry's room is like ten times bigger than his own room back at his home, it almost feels like the size of their main living room — which was huge. The main color scheme of the bedroom was white and pink, which suited the lanky teen perfectly because he always wore light colors. Harry situates himself on his bed and he watches Louis walk around in fascination, his jaw literally dropping when he spots his large flat screen TV.

Suddenly, Louis turns towards him, eyes glazed over in wantwantwant, "Nice room you have here, Curly." he tries to act cool, like he wasn't jealous about not having this room — without the colors, of course. Harry hums in response, his eyes raking hungrily over his chauffeur's body. Louis clears his throat loudly, causing him to rip his gaze off of him, sadly. "I don't know why I'm surprised, though, this is a big house so of course you would have a big room."

Harry shrugs, turning on his stomach and Louis forces himself to not look at his ass which was not covered anymore since his skirt has risen up. "It's alright . . . the room, I mean," Louis doesn't even have time to react viciously before Harry was twirling a strand of his hair on his pointer finger and saying, "it's a mansion, by the way, not a house." The blue eyed boy holds back his scoff, just crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow but Harry doesn't see him because he's so entranced in his hair. "Hey, you wanna do something?"

Before Louis can answer his question, the boy was crawling off his bed and walking towards the man, pulling him by the arm and seating him on one of the chairs that were set up on the side lines of his room, a large window behind the seats that showed a beautiful view of their garden and front yard. Harry makes himself comfortable on the floor, directly in front of Louis, peering up at him through his thick eyelashes. "W—What are we doing, exactly?"

Harry spreads his legs and lays down on his back, lifting his arms up and saying, "Truth Or Dare." like it was obvious. Louis can't ignore the way the teenagers feet would softly touch his ankles every so often, now. The blue eyed man just nods his head, even though Harry clearly can't see him. "Okay, you go first," he lifts his head a bit and playfully rolls his eyes at Louis' confused expression, "You ask me."

The man's lips turn into an o before he shifts in his seat. "Uh, truth or dare?" Louis inquires, watching as Harry brings a finger to his lips and play with the bottom one, clearly thinking. When the boy answers with truth he mentally curses himself; he's always been shit at this game, especially with the truth part of it because he can never seem to ask interesting enough questions. "Have you . . . ever lied to your father?"

Harry snorts at that, nodding his head rapidly, "Oh yeah, many of times. Great question though, makes me feel like I'm on the Steve Wilkos show." he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes with the ends of his lips twitching. "My turn, though! Truth or dare?" This was tough, if Louis answered truth the boy might ask him an inappropriate question, but if he answers with dare the boy might make him do an inappropriate thing. There was clearly a winner here.

"Dare."

Harry's lips turn up into a smirk at that, suddenly sitting up so he can get a better look at Louis while he thinks of what to make him do. The man was clearly nervous about this whole thing, fidgeting in his seat visibly and the teen is happy about that. "Hmm, I dare you to . . ." he pats a finger on his chin while looking up at his ceiling like they do in the movies, a gasp leaving his lips when he thinks of something, "kiss me."

Everything stops. Louis is still in his chair, all of a sudden and Harry in patiently waiting on the floor for his kiss. The chauffeur's heart starts to pick up it's pace when he realizes what the boy wants him to do. Kiss him. He wants him to kiss him and possibly risk his job because of it — although, he did risk his job when he stood up for Harry during dinner, too, and nothing really happened job wise. But still. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted, chest heaving while he stares down at the lad.

"Harry, I can't do that!" He finally comes to his senses.

The green eyed boy pouts and looks up at him with glossy eyes, eyebrows scrunched from the rejection. Louis kind of feels bad now because the boy genuinely looks like he's going to cry now — but he had to do it. It was the right thing to do. "But, why! C'mon, just a little peck?" Harry tries to say but the man has already stood up from his chair and is making his way towards the door to exit the bedroom. "Please?" Louis hears Harry sniffle from behind him and it breaks his heart.

Without thinking, he turns back around and is surprised when he sees Harry has already stood up, the both of them staring into each other's eyes. Louis walks closer step by step, lifting up his hand and brushing the stray strands of the green eyed boy's hair away from his beautiful face. He can feel his hand trembling against his cheek, both boy's so close now. All of a sudden, Louis leans forward and kisses his cheek tenderly. He pulls away and turns back around, walking out but not before saying,

"You never said where."

NOTE: this book is my fave kms