Irresistible

Chapter 5

"You like teddy bears? "

Harry shyly nodded at his master's statement. Louis had caught the boy adoring the big brown teddy bear hanging at the game stall.

"Do you want to play for it?"

"We can?" The green eyes lit up with joy.

"Come on!" lacing his hands in the boys hands he took the boy to the stand and paid for a game, Harry had to break the pyramid of cans, "Go on love! Play." Louis said.

Harry's aiming skills were very poor. Aim after aim and not a single can fell down, Harry felt the game was unfair but he couldn't complain about it, he didn't have any right to.

The boy looked bummed out because he couldn't have a teddy bear.

"Let me try. I'll win this game in a shot!" Louis looked pretty confident, he relaxed his shoulder and exhaled with precision and calculation he took an aim, both of them were wrong! Harry, because he thought his master would win and Louis because he thought he'd be the hero in the boy's eyes by winning.

A complete fail! Not a single can down.

The boy audibly chuckled at the fool Louis had mad out of himself. His laughter was the cutest thing Louis had heard, biting back a smile he looked at Harry who was laughing. Harry tensed under Louis's vision and stared down at his shoes, his hands were stuck to his side, anticipating what his punishment would be for being disrespectful.

Harry didn't know for how long he stood like that, there was a loud clattering noise and the boy shuddered closing his eyes.

"Yes!" He heard Louis yell. When he realized he didn't experience any pain or hurt physically he opened one eyes, to see the beautiful blue eyes man standing in front of him with the biggest and happiest grin Harry had ever seen.

He opened both his eye and his cheeks were flushed because he felt silly!

In a moment Louis handed the three feet teddy bear in front of Harry, "For me?" he asked the most dumb question!

'Yes Harry for you. For that lovely smile and those pretty eyes.' Louis said in his head

"For you." Was all he could say.

Harry hugged the fluffy brown toy so tight, like he'd never let it go and seeing the boy hugging the bear like that did make Louis feel a little jealous but he decided to push that away and to admire his kitten who was in love with the toy like it was their baby.

Did Louis just say their baby?

"Thank you. Thank you so much." The boy huddled closer to Louis and he wanted to hug his master but the fluffy toy in his hand didn't allow him too so he just pecked his masters cheek. And then he closed his eyes and hugged his teddy bear and kissing it too.

And at that moment Louis swore in a million different ways! H would do anything for just one more kiss from Harry.

"Can I name it? Please?" he asked trying to jump around in euphoria.

"It's yours, you can do whatever you want with it." Louis touched the back of his hand on Harry's baby soft cheek.

They started walking towards the Ferris wheel; Harry was to busy holding his teddy bear and thinking what to name it, so Louis had to hold his waist to guide him along the way. What? He was practicing how to be a good fiancée.

At first when Louis snaked his hands on Harry's waist he felt the tingling all the way till his toes, he didn't complained because he liked it.

"Do you want to do anything before we get into the queue?" Louis pointed at the Ferris wheel.

"Can I paint my nails sir?" Harry looked afraid, because he knew he was demanding so much.

Louis smiled, "Of course you can."

When they were waiting for Harry's turn to get his nails painted, Harry was looking around, "I don't want too. Please can we go." He tugged on Louis's shirt lightly. He wasn't comfortable.

"What's the matter love?"

"I don't want to paint my nails." Harry looked like he was going to cry. He tightened his grip around the soft toy.

"Why sweetheart?" Louis, held his hand for reassurance.

"There are no boy's over here. Everyone is looking at me." Louis melted at the boy's words, he felt so bad for Harry not sure of what he said would work he said, "Don't think about them sweetheart."

Louis continued, "What if I said that painting nails makes Harry look beautiful." He leaned ahead and placed a chaste kiss on the boy's cheek and he instantly calmed down.

"If you want to go, we still can okay?"

"I'll look beautiful?" Harry asked with hopeful eyes, ignoring Louis's previous question.

"Of course you will. You do." He corrected.

"Can you please tell me what's your favorite color, sir?"

"Red." Louis answered confused as to why that question was asked to him but not until Harry plopped on the chair and answered the lady 'which color he'd paint his nails?'

"Red." Harry said like a happy boy, ignoring the butterflies in his tummy, "Master's favorite." He added the next part softly.