Be My Little Boy

Chapter 2

"Be good for Daddy." Mr. Malik whispered hotly in Harry's ear.

Flash. Harry turned to his side.

Mr. Malik pinned Harry down.

Flash. Harry laid on his back.

Harry whimpered and arched his back.

Flash. Harry flipped over.

Mr. Malik grunted as Harry moaned.

Flash. Harry laid on his stomach.

"Please..please.. Daddy I need more."

Flash. Harry kicked off his duvet.

"Let Daddy claim what's rightfully his."

Flash. Harry ran to the bathroom to vomit.

***

"Harry." Mrs. Smith shook Harry.

"Sfungh." Harry sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes.

"Why, honey, did you get any sleep?"

"'Ad a rough night." Harry said sleepily.

"You look a little pale. Why don't you take the day off?" Mrs. Smith suggested.

"'Re sure?"

"Yes, sweetie. Let your mother take care of you."

Harry pushed himself up and removed his apron. He staggered to the door. The lack of sleep and the sick feeling in his stomach was almost impossible. Right as he opened the door, Harry's legs gave out. Shrieks filled the bakery. Harry was too weak to stop himself but he didn't hit the ground.

Two strong arms caught Harry. Harry's eyes fluttered opened.

"Hey..hey..Little..Boy.." Each word getting softer. Almost impossible to hear. But he knew who's voice it belonged too.

***

"Harry, honey." A sweet female voice woke him.

"M-mum?" His voice was shaky and not his usual deep voice.

"Yes. Are you alright?" His mother asked.

"What..happened...?" Harry asked softly, keeping his eyes closed.

"You were so sick you passed out." Mr. Malik's voice was loud and clear.

Harry's eyes shot open, "What are you doing here?!" Harry didn't mean for his voice to rise.

"Harold! Don't be rude! If it wasn't for Mr. Malik, you could've cracked your skull!" Gemma said rather harshly.

Harry reddened. Now he remembered. Mr. Malik caught him as his legs gave out.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Malik.." Harry said embarrassedly.

"It's alright, Harry." Mr. Malik's voice softened.

Harry's stomach churned at the sound of his name leaving Mr. Malik's lips. He sat up.

"Thank you.." He looked at his lap.

"You're welcome. You need to drink a lot of liquids. Your body must be dehydrated." Mr. Malik held out a glass of water.

Harry nodded and took it. He took small sips and laid back. His mother got up.

"I'll make Harry soup." His mother went to the kitchen.

Gemma looked over to Mr. Malik, "We can't thank you enough."

"It's ok, I was fortunate to be there." Mr. Malik smiled.

Harry whispered, "Why did you come back?"

Mr. Malik leaned towards Harry, "I wanted to tell you that your cupcakes were splendid."

Harry scooted away from him, "Gemma? Can you..um ask what mum's making?"

Gemma nodded, "Sure." She went to the kitchen.

"Are you okay Little Boy?" Mr. Malik reached to stroke Harry's cheek.

Harry slapped the hand away, "Don't. Why are you still staying here? Don't you have a company to run?"

Mr. Malik's eyes darkened as if he was offended, "I was just making sure my Little Boy was safe."

My Little Boy? What? Harry shook his head, "Why do you call me that? I'm a man."

Mr. Malik chuckled, "In all due time. You'll come to understand." He stood up, "Anne, I must go. I have things I must get to."

"Okay, thank you so much, Zayn." Anne said cheerfully.

Zayn, huh, "Yeah, Zayn, you have to go." Harry was acting all bratty. He liked it.

Zayn chuckled and got serious, "You're lucky I can't spank you yet. You get punished if you disrespect Daddy."

Harry gasped. The dream! Harry watched Zayn leave. He felt the heat growing inside him. Zayn's words had an affect on him. The images flashed through his head. Harry was intoxicated in his own lust that he had for Mr. Malik. Harry wished that Mr. Malik would have spanked him.

Harry tilted his head back into the headboard. He choked. Wait what was he saying? No, Zayn is a man. Harry is a man. No. Harry liked girls. Girls, yes girls. Beautiful girls.