Harry loved it.
Loved to watch his 32 year old step father Louis. Loved to just admire him.
Louis was thirty yet didn't look a day over 20 whilst Harry was seventeen and strong and tall, he could easily pass as an adult.
The roles were reversed, Har...
I hear them shout and yell at each other. I hear mum's cries of protest and Louis' wails of hurt. Louis was hurting and so was I.
I couldn't bear it, not one bit. These arguments were too much for me to handle these days.
Since mum came back, she and my Louis were constantly arguing. Not a day went by without them screaming each other's ears off and it had started to take a toll on me. Louis stopped sleeping in his and moms bedroom; instead choosing to sleep with me. It wasn't a bother because mum was almost never home.
It was a gloomy Thursday evening when something happened. Anne was out for shopping with her girlfriends and Louis had a meeting to attend at his office which left me all alone for the day. It was just a little over 6 when the doorbell rang.
I sprang up to open the door knowing it was Louis since Anne had picked up a habit of coming home late from the past few days. Louis stood in his 3 piece blue suit, looking as dashing as ever.
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"Hi babe," I say as I pull him to my chest. He puts his hands on my chest and I start rocking us side to side. He made a 'hmmm' sound nuzzling his nose in my collarbone.
"Bad day, I'm guessing." Again I was met with the same response. After a few seconds I pulled us apart so that he could change in comfortable clothes and I give him a back massage.
"Let's get you inside and I'll get you a bath ready, sound good?" Together we walk towards the ground floor bathroom.
"Yeah, so good" he breaths tiredly.
"Have you eaten anything since breakfast, darling?" A pinch of worry lined my voice as I start the bath.
"Yes babe. Had McDonalds for lunch"
There was no doubt that my face showed disappointment because of my love for health. "You should eat healthy boo. Eating junk is not gonna to do any good to you, babe".
"I know Hazza, but it's not like I'm eating unhealthy everyday. I'm not going to be a fat ass, don't you worry." He pulls his boxers down and saunters over to me; fully bare. I return to my own height from where I was hunching over the tub, just as he reaches me and wraps his arms around my neck. I tower him so much that he has to literally turn his head towards the ceiling to make eye contact with me. The height difference turns me on so much, that it should be illegal. "At least not until I have you."
I shudder at his tone and will myself to remain soft. After all I don't want to tire him more than he already is. "Well I'm certain that's not gonna happen 'cause you're stuck with me. But I'm afraid that the waters not gonna remain warm forever, so I prefer you hop in." My hands find themselves at his love handles, squeezing them just a little bit to emphasise on my words.
