Daddy's The Boss

4. The Night

Harry's POV

Minutes after the party ended.

"Louis." We were the only ones in the elevator, so now's the time.

"Yes my love?"

"I have to tell you two things."

"What are they?"

"Niall knows." I could see him stiffen up then he pressed the emergency stop button.

"Harry. You've only known Niall for a few hours. And you already tell him your most sacred secret?"

"Well it's not my biggest secret Louis. And the other thing is, I think he's in love with Liam."

"How would he know him?"

"I used his phone to text him. And he took the phone, they've been talking for hours."

"And my wittle baby feels like a third wheel?"

"Turn the elevator back on." He laughed and pressed the button again. Once we got to ground level we went to Louis' building, and I immediately ripped my shoes off. "Freedom!" I want to get into my pj's asap so I unbuttoned my pants and started shuffling across the foor. I got to our room and pulled my shirt off and pulled on my pj bottoms. In that time Louis made a bowl of cereal and started eating.

"Harry. I put your phone on its charger. You mum called."

"Ugh. I'll see her when we get home. Can't call her now."

"Do you want something to eat?"

"I want to sleep." I whined pulling on his arm. "Lou come to bed. I need to sleep. Please!"

"Okay Harry. Just let me fini-" I picked up his bowl and put it in the sink. Then I ran water into it. I turned it off then looked at Louis. "You've made a mistake Harold. No one messes with my cereal!" I jumped a little and ran. "Get back here! Harry Edward Styles! Your in huge trouble!"

"Damnit." I ran into our room and locked myself in the walk in closet. Huh... you could say I'm in the closet again. Oh, I'm funny.

"Where are you?" I heard him going in and out of rooms and then into this one. "Harry, this is the last room. Where are you?" I backed further into the closest. I was using my phone for a light but I didn't see a little metal box and tried over it. "Found you! Shit Harry are you alright!?" He slung the doors open and turned on the lights.

"My arm hurts."

"Babe let me look at it."

"Why the fuck do you have a metal box in here Louis!?"

"A metal box? Oh shit. I..." He picked it up and moved it somewhere else.

"Louis fuck the box, help me up!"

"Right. I'm sorry, it's the box. I- nevermind, give me your arm." I gave him the arm that wasn't on fire. He helped me to the livingroom and sat me on the couch. "Here let me look." He poked my arm.

"Ow! Get off me!"

"Damnit. Your mother is going to kill me. It's either broken or just sprained."

"WHAT!? I'VE BEEN INJURED IN ANOTHER COUNTRY! I'LL NEVER SURVIVE!" I shouted and Louis started laughing. I'm having a panic attack and my boyfriend is giggling in my face. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING LOUIS!? BY THE TIME WE GET HOME THEY'LL HAVE TO CHOP MY ARM OFF!"

"Harry. They have hospitals in America. We passed one on our way here. I can just take you to the emergency room."

"Your not a parent nor a legal guardian it won't work! Louis m' gonna die!"