Panties & Prison - UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

Louis knew it was wrong, but he went to Zayn. He didn't want to be near Harry, and that wasn't easy when the said man lived in the same cell as him. The small boy didn't tell the tanned man what happened, just asked if he could stay in Zayn's guard quarters, and of course he let Louis.

After all, who could resist a cute twink?

But soon enough Louis found himself bored; nobody was in the large apartment like area with him, Zayn had left claiming he had a night shift. So the small boy rose from his seated position on the couch and opened the door, dragging his little feet all the way to the cafeteria. Only to find it empty.

"Hello?" He called. He was sure it was dinner time.

"Louis." Liam jumped out of nowhere.

"I will be your waiter tonight, do you have a reservation?"

Just as the small boy was about to question his friend's sanity; Harry came out of nowhere placing his hand on Louis' lower back.

"He is my date tonight. We have a reservation for two under the name Styles."

Louis furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

Both older men ignored the 5'0" boy.

"Right this way," Liam said as he led Louis and Harry to a table. The table like every other in the prison cafeteria. Metal, four seats, screwed to the floor. But this one table had a 'table cloth' on it. Louis couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't a 'table cloth' for say, but more an extra extra large orange jumpsuit being used as one.

Louis sat down opposite to Harry and watched as Liam left.

"Hello, Louis." Harry finally spoke.

"Umm hi? What's happening?" Louis questioned as he blushed harshly.

"Well, I know you feel uncomfortable. But, I'm here to show you just how much you mean to me. How I want to get to know you properly. Just the two of us tonight."

The man took hold of Louis' smaller and across the table, eyes shining with hope.

"Oh. I would-would love that Haz." Louis said as he smiled, nobody had ever been this nice to him.

"Haz?" The curly haired man asked Louis didn't respond only blushed hiding his face in his free hand.

"It's okay little one; I like that nickname. What's your favourite nickname that I call you?"

(ANSWER THIS HERE - most common nickname will be the one Harry calls, Lou)

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The conversation continued like that, simple and easy, flowing freely. There were no awkward moments, and Harry was glad. Liam finally came back to their table.

"What can I get for your sir's?" The man asked, still in character.

Louis chuckled now understanding why Liam was acting so strangely.

"Well, what's on the menu?" Harry asked knowing there was only one option.

"We have chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash; that's about it."

Louis' eyes widened, that sounded better than anything that he had ever been served in the prison before.

"Then we will both have a serving please Mr Waitor." Harry teased.

"Haz?" Louis asked once Liam had left, "yes babe?"

Harry couldn't help but smile; the boy was so sweet just like candy.

"How did you organise all this?" Louis asked as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

"For me to know and you to wonder," Harry said as he winked.

He didn't want to tell the innocent boy that he gave free drugs to all the inmates who use the said cafeteria, then continued to bribe the lunch lady to make decent food for once. Louis only smiled thinking happy thoughts.

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Liam then continued to bring both plates of food out and serve the two men. Well if Louis even counted as a man, he seems too small and feminine, he is more like a boy.

"Oh my god Harry this tastes so good." Louis gushed as he took his first bite.

Harry smiled, "It's my recipe. I asked the cook to make it for us." Louis was very impressed.

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At the end of the night, the small boy was happy to say that he learnt a lot about the curly haired frog that sat in front of him. Such as that he was once in a band called 'White Eskimo' and had a sister named Gemma. He also learnt that Harry once accidently trapped a baby in a washing machine - the small boy thought it sounded ridiculous and laughed, but Harry merely whined and answered, "Looouuu, it wasn't funny."

Overall Louis' conscious was cleared, and he was once again happy. He no longer felt anxious or dirty, but cleaned and refreshed. Harry seemed to have that affect on him most of the time.

"Harry I just want you to know I don't regret having sex with you, I enjoyed it." Harry only took the small boys hand and kissed his knuckles,

"so did I baby."