Our Possession

22

"Edward," Louis groaned, his head tilted back and his arms spread out on the pure white bed sheets.

The man grunted in response, not looking up from his laptop.

"Edward, I'm bored."

"You're always bored, Louis."

"And you're always working, so it's basically your fault."

"Mhm," Edward hummed, eyes trained on the 12-inch screen.

"I'm going to run away if you don't pay attention to me right now," Louis threatened, flipping over to lay on his stomach and glare at Edward.

Louis huffed at Edward's indifference, sitting up and crawling to Edward's spot on the bed. "Please, Daddy?"

"Be careful what you chose to say Baby, this is a slippery slope you're heading down," Edward mumbled, typing away without looking over at the boy.

"Got your attention though, didn't it?"

"Not really, Doll Face. I know you're too prude to call me Daddy and actually mean it."

Louis got out of the bed, stomping towards the door. "I'm going to Marcel's room."

"He's out."

"Well then I'll go to Harry's room!"

"He's with Marcel."

"I hate you."

"If that makes you happy, Baby, then keep lying to yourself."

Louis rolled his eyes and walked over to Edward, shutting his laptop and throwing it onto the bed. "You said that we were going to do whatever I wanted today. So you need figure yourself out and fucking pay attention to me."

Edward looked up and glared at the boy who still wasn't backing down. "You need to fucking watch that mouth of yours."

"Got your attention though, didn't it?" Louis grinned, rocking on his heels, looking at the unamused man.

"What do you want to do, Louis," Edward sighed, trying to be patient with the boy.

"I want to go to the mall."

"No."

"I want to go to a restaurant."

"No."

"I want to go ice skating."

"Absolutely not."

"Is there anything that you'd let me do?" Louis huffed and laid back down on the bed.

"Things that don't involve leaving the house. Your fath- people are looking for you, you won't be making an appearance in public. Go to the beach if you wish."

"Will you come with me?" Louis sat up. He was interested in anything involving getting out of the house.

"Will you behave?" Edward asked, taking Louis' chin between his fingers, glancing down at his lips.

"Only if you come with me."

"Well then I'll join you."

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"Oh no, no way, no fucking way am I wearing this."

"Watch your mouth, Louis."

"I'm sorry! I'm very passionate about not looking like an idiot," Louis exclaimed, throwing the ugly swimming trunks over his shoulder.

Edward smacked Louis' ass. "You better watch your tone, Louis... Go and look through Harry's shit, I don't have anything that would fit you."

Louis pouted at Edward's bitter attitude, but left to Harry's room anyway.