Panties & Prison - UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four:

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, simply admiring Louis' beauty as he slept. He thought about what he would say once the innocent angel awoke; nothing worthy of Louis' attention came to mind. Soon enough, the small boy began to wriggle around the bed, until finally, he opened his lovely blue eyes.

Harry sighed, overtaken by his high cheekbones and long lashes. "Lou..." he spoke so softly as if the boy was a fragile doll.

"Ha-harry?"

"Yeah babe, it's me," Harry spoke with a guilty tone this time. The twink sniffled before declaring with a small voice, "you were really mean Hazza."

The latter frowned, before manhandling Louis, so he was sitting on his lap, he didn't resist Harry's touch, letting his body become pliant.

"Do-do-do you honestly not want to be my boyfriend?" Louis' small pout was enough to make Harry's heart shatter.

"Fuck no baby. Wait! I mean yes... Ahhh I can't say anything right. I wanted to be the one to ask you, during a romantic date and for some stupid reason, I started chanting no. I didn't mean 'no I don't want to be your boyfriend' I meant 'no way is this happening, why couldn't I have the guts to ask you first.'"

Louis stared at Harry in dismay, "Truth?"

The curly haired man nodded, pulling Louis close, so their noses were touching. He placed his hands on the small boy's waist and smiled before giving it a little squeeze. Louis, being the ticklish boy he is, giggled, a broad grin on his face as he smacked Harry's hands away.

"Hazzza." He adorably complained.

Harry simply smiled, "Louis, this might not have been how I imagined asking you. But, I realised that it doesn't matter where I ask you, or how I ask you. Whether we have brushed our hair or are wearing suits. What is important, is that you're mine. So, Louis, my baby boy, will you, please do me the honour of agreeing to be my boyfriend?"

Louis smiled as Harry spoke in his deep, slow tone, biting his lip in anticipation for the curly haired man to finish his speech. The minute Harry finished speaking; Louis was placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

"Yes Harry yes yes, one thousand times yes." The small boy, who was straddling Harry, began to bounce up and down with joy.

The taller of the two smiled, grabbing Louis' hips and stilling him. "Don't make Daddy hard baby; I want to cuddle you and kiss you, you're just making me want to take you right here little one."

Louis blushed profusely before smiling and placing a small kiss to his boyfriend's lips only to notice Harry looking at his wrists.

"Lou, what's this?" The curly haired man gently picked up one of Louis' delicate wrists and rubbed his thumb over the reddened and burning skin.

Louis frowned, he didn't notice he had been doing that. "So-sorry I didn't realise I was rubbing at them again."

Harry looked closely, noticing the extremely faint self-harm scars Louis had told Harry that he had become depressed in high school when his father left. However, the man never realised his baby had harmed himself.

"Sweetheart, oh baby. I promise that I will be everything you ever want and together we can live happily ever after. Now, let's get some wrapping on these friction burns."

The reassuring smile Harry gave Louis was enough for the young boy to believe that he had found his happily ever after.