Cocks & Cocktails // l.s

Chapter 8

"Big house." Louis nods as he parks the car in front of the large gate.

"Guess so," Harry nods as well, "Too big. Well, for one at least."

"Was that an invitation?" The smaller winks.

"Could be, do you want it to be?" Harry cockily lifts an eyebrow, smirking as he licks over his bottom lip.

"You should stop doing that."

"Hm, what?" Harry licks and bites his lip, "This?"

"You should really-"

"Only if you tell me what you meant earlier. The whole 'who knows' thing."

"Well," Louis gives him a smirk of his own and before Harry can process what's happening, he has thighs on either side of his legs and lips pressed against his ear. "They could be my dad, but you can be my daddy."

•••

Louis wakes up in a bed that's far too nice to be his own. A hand on his side and a heavy arm connected to it wrapped around his front confirms that thought.

He opens his eyes, to meet a sleeping Harry. Or well, a Harry who's laying in the warm sunlight coming from the thin blinds with his eyes closed, just basking in the moment. His thumb is rubbing gentle circles on the skin of Louis' side, just above his pant line.

"Morning," Louis softly says, desperately trying to not break the sirenity of the moment.

"Hm," Harry blinks his eyes open, the green eyes brighter in the early sun, specs of a yellowish gold are swimming in the deep green pools as if to represent a forest in spring. "Morning."

It then hits Louis.

Why is he laying in a bed with a stranger?

"Did we do anythi-"

"From both of us still wearing skinny jeans, I'd say we didn't get that far." Harry chuckles, "But your neck looks pretty in pink."

Louis gasps and touches his neck, letting out a small whimper as he touches the sensitive skin. Love bites.

"I should probably go," He abruptly sits up in the bed, Harry's hand falling from his side to his thigh. "Uh, thanks, Harry, for-"

Before he could get up and off the bed, Harry gently pulled him down by his wrist, making Louis clumsily fall back and onto his chest. Their lips just an inch apart.

"Don't you mean, daddy?"

••••••

Hello everybody!

It's almost one am and I am in an empty bathtub writing the next chapter, waddup?

Yeah, sleep deprived me can get crazy.

Perks of my week: eating junk, ordering a suit (cause I'm a boss ass lady) and working at a camp for toddlers. Now I'm in a love-hate relationship with kids, but if I'd think about that too long I'd surely cry because damn do I want kids.

Questions:
- Daddy aye?
- How was your week? Any perks?
- Any plans for next week?

X Emma