Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Seven

Louis awoke at 6 am the following morning, the first word that came out of his mouth...

"Shit."

He had fallen asleep on Harry's couch and slept over all night. As the small boy sat up, he noticed the blanket tossed over him. He couldn't recall grabbing a blanket, this only led to his embarrassment.

Did Harry put this blanket on me?

The entire idea was embarrassing. Mr Styles was, in essence, his employer and he the employee; it wasn't good to fall asleep on the job. Louis' mind was spinning in circles, Liam would be worried he never came home, Harry might fire him...

"Good morning Louis." Came a deep voice.

The small boy took a deep breath before turning to face the man in the doorway, Harry.

"I am so sorry Sir; I didn't mean to fall asleep last night; I promise it will not happen again. I hope you can forgive me." Louis stuttered as he stood up, folding the blanket and placing it in its rightful place on the single seater chair.

Louis was expecting Harry to scold him, perhaps fire him, decrease his pay if he was allowed to stay... However, he did not expect the young parent to laugh.

A genuine laugh.

"Sorry," Louis whispered once more, staring down at his feet. He thought Harry was mocking him.

"Louis, don't worry. It is me that should apologise; I was home way later than I said I would be. You worked overtime. So thank you so much; don't worry, the couch can handle one small person sleeping on it."

Louis blushed, realising it must have been Harry that placed the blanket on him.

"Was everything okay at work?" Louis dared to ask, worried something bad happened to the curly haired man.

Louis watched as Harry silently walked into the lounge, from his previous position against the doorframe. The man was wearing a fluffy black gown.

It probably cost more than my house.

"Yes just busy."

Louis, who was standing watched carefully as the older man sat down in a flop on the couch, gown coming apart in the middle, showing off his perfectly defined abs and low hung shorts.

The small boy squeaked, literally squeaked at the sight as he covered his eyes with his little palms.

"What?" Harry laughed.

"So sorry, just your..." Louis paused, taking his hands off his eyes and motioning to the open gown.

This only caused Harry to laugh louder, a blush becoming prominent on the small boy's cheeks.

"Oh, Louis. We are both men. Well, I'm a man your a boy." Harry teased, winking as he closed the gap in his gown. He noticed how the sight made Louis blush.

"Heyyyy." The boy pouted before giggling softly.

His giggle was short lived as a disturbing thought entered his mind.

Oh, my god, Liam will kill me for not being home.

"What?" Harry quizzed.

"Liam, he will be so worried. I told him I would be home by eight..." Louis began to rant.

The curly haired man rolled his eyes fondly as he sipped his coffee that was in the #1 Daddy mug he held.

"Louis. Don't worry. I called him. Let him know what happened."

The small boy looked up at his employer, "how?"

"The night I took you home, you fell asleep, I carried you in, Liam and I talked and exchanged numbers," Harry spoke in his usual slow deep tone.

It made Louis melt in his shoes.

"Oh-okay." Louis did not want to be reminded that Harry carried his sleeping, probably drooling body into his dump of a house. "I think I will go to the toilet, Sir."

The small boy made an excuse to exit the room.

However, what happened next was more embarrassing than Harry carrying him.

Louis, in his rush to leave the room, tripped on the edge of the rug, stumbling he fell onto the couch with a squeak. But not just any sofa. The chair Harry was sitting on. The small boy had fallen right into Harry's lap. Body laying over the man's knees.

To add to his embarrassment, he had caused Harry had spilt his coffee all over the floor.

"Oops."

"Hi."