Harry sighed as he finally pulled up in the parking lot of his favorite restaurant, Good Eats. After a long day of teaching and grading the papers of his senior students who were surprisingly very stupid, he wanted to go out and treat himself.
He found a parking spot closest to the entrance. Exiting his car, he entered the restaurant, taking in the aroma of the variety of foods they were cooking. The smell made his mouth water as he was taken over by hunger.
"Hello sir, can I help you?" A nice young lady greeted Harry.
"Table for one. " Harry said, smiling at the short girl who had her blonde hair tied back.
She giggled, taking him to a booth, "Why's a fine man like you eating lunch by himself?" She asked setting the utensils and menu down on the table. Biting her lip she looked down at Harry as he shrugged off his grey blazer. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, replying, "Because I chose to be alone." He smiled, noticing her flirty gesture, "...And I'm gay, by the way. I'm into men. So whatever you're trying won't work."
He tried not to be too harsh on her, but he was catching on easily. She obviously thought Harry was an attractive man and wanted to get with him, but not today. Not ever.
She huffed pouting, "Why are the hot guys always gay?" She mumbled to herself, pulling out her notepad, "Well is there anything I can get you to drink - appetizers?" She asked with sadness and disappointment evident in her voice.
Harry shrugged, "Just water," Harry paused looking at the menu for an appetizer, "uh, and the spinach dip, I guess." She nodded and wrote all that down.
"Hey, Uhmm...what's your name?" Harry asked her before she could depart.
"Kasey, why?"
"Well, Kasey, I feel really bad for letting you down like that, I'm sorry. You're a really pretty girl and I'm sure you'll find the perfect guy out there for you," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, nodding. "Thanks."
With that she left, and Harry quietly sat at his table alone, occasionally checking his phone until his appetizer came. Then he ordered his meal, before eating his appetizer quietly, only the chatter of people around him filling his ears.
Suddenly, small hand reached for one of Harry's nachos and, out of instinct, he smacked the hand away, earning a soft whimper. When he looked up, he saw a small boy standing in front of him.
"Can I have some?" The boy asked situating himself in front of Harry on the opposite booth.
Harry furrowed his eyes in confusion looking around, "No! Shoo, go away."
"Please?" His dainty little fingers with nails coated with pink nail polish reached out to grab one of Harry's nachos, but the man moved his plate back, gently pulling the boy's hand away.
"No, kid, where are your parents?" Harry held his plate of nachos close to him so the boy wouldn't be able to steal anything. The boy shook his head frantically, his fluffy disheveled hair moving with every motion.
"I don't live with them," he giggled, stretching across the table to retrieve the plate of nachos from Harry. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, moving the food closer to himself so the small boy couldn't get a hold of it.
"Well, go back to wherever you came from. This is my food, go away, please." Harry tried not to sound too harsh, but he really just wanted to enjoy his food alone.
The tiny boy huffed pouting at Harry. "You're a meanie, poopy head," he stuck his tongue out blowing a raspberry in Harry's face before getting up from his spot in front of Harry. Harry eyed the boy as he walked away, shoving him lightly, frowning when the small boy only tripped, but didn't fall on his face like Harry was hoping for.
The older man chuckled at the boy's clothing attire. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt that fell just above his knees and looked like a dress on him. He had only one Nike on his foot with a pink knee high sock and the other foot was bare- literally, he had no sock or shoe on the other foot- and he had a pink Barbie backpack hanging low on his shoulders. The straps were loose so the bag fell all the way down to his bum (i used to wear my bag like that :) ).
He disappeared into the next dining section of the restaurant. Harry laughed, shaking his head. Five minutes later, Harry got his main course meal, barbecue ribs with a side of french fries and mashed potatoes.
He thanked Kasey, and when she left he immediately started to devour his plate of food, because he was fucking hungry. As Harry was chomping down on his food he glanced up and saw the small boy waddling back towards him with a plate full of food and a sandwich stuffed in his mouth.
Harry groaned when the boy sat back in front of him in the booth. Harry quickly finished chewing the remaining food in his mouth, wiping his lips before speaking, "Kid, seriously I have so many questions. First, why are you here and why did you come back?"
The boy took a bite of his sandwich ignoring Harry's questions, instead eyeing Harry's meal. He dropped the sandwich he was currently eating and reached over the table to grab the rack of ribs Harry had. Harry let the boy have the rest of his ribs since he was already full.
"Sweetheart, I'm really concerned. Who do you belong to?" It was the truth, Harry was concerned for the boy, he was just roaming around the restaurant begging people for food.
He finished the rack of ribs in a matter of seconds, letting out a small burp he looked at Harry with barbeque sauce staining his cheeks, "I belong to no one," he pouted. "My daddy left me. But I like you and you are very haandsoom'," he giggled. His words were dragged and slurred, which kind of made him sound like a drunk four year old.
"Interesting... So, what's your name?" Harry wanted to get to know this boy, he was kind of interested in him. He's small and adorable, someone perfect for Harry to take care of.
"Louis," He chirped, happy to see that Harry was getting interested in him. He needed a new daddy and Harry seemed perfect.
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I was gonna write more stuff but I already got over 1k words lmao. But new book hip hip.
Anyways this was edited by the lovely @ladida54 all the love enjoy.
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Begging Baby - Bottom!Louis
Fanfiction"Can I have some?" "No shoo, go away!" Or Harry really just wanted to enjoy his meal at a restaurant alone, but then he meats a weird, adorable 18 year old boy who won't stop begging Harry for some his food. Contains ageplay/infantilism [open for...