Princess ♛ L.S

Chapter 1

"You fucking psycho!"

"What the fuck was that shit?"

"Don't ever call me again"

Harry watched as the boy ran out of his apartment with his shoes in hand, no shirt and his belt unbuckled.

He was utterly confused. What just happened?

Harry sat down on his couch, still half hard, trying to figure out what just went down.

It was going so well. Harry thought they had real chemistry, even talking for hours on the phone. that was until they got into bed together.

Everything was amazing, they talked for so long, Harry was excited he actually met someone who could understand him the way that guy did. He was kind hearted, loving, and always cuddled harry to sleep. Harry was completely wrong.

They had just gotten started. Harry in the mans lap, both their shirts off. 'mm daddy' Harry whispered while trying to remove the mans belt. His hands stopped rubbing down Harry's spine. He stiffened underneath him. "What did you just say?"

"U-uh" He stuttered.

The man pushed Harry off his lap. "No. I don't do that kinky shit."

"W-What" Harry whispered. What shit?

Harry followed the man as he ran out of the bedroom and to his front door.

Harry pulled his computer onto his lap. Pressing the google search button, he decided he was going to get to the bottom of this. That's the third guy that ran out on Him. What was he doing wrong?

What does it mean when you want to call someone daddy in bed He typed. No Harry wasn't a newly gay person, and he wasn't new to sex either, He's actually been gay his whole life. But he never really understood the concept of BDSM. He's actually only heard of it a few times.

Harry subconsciously started to bite at his nails while he waited for the websites to load onto his screen. He clicked the first website and it took him to what looked like a dating site.

'Are you a submissive looking for a Dom? Well stop right here, we will match you with one of the finest people out there, chosen specifically from your answers. Just fill out the questions below' he read.

Opening another tab he immediately typed in 'definition of submissive'

"A person in BDSM who submits to a Dominant person. A submissive can be a slave and/or the bottom" He read aloud. Clicking back to the dating site he pondered for a while, shrugging, he to signed up for it, it couldn't hurt to try.

The questions seemed simple enough. Mostly consisting of things such as, Gender, Age, and Name. Then he came to the last few, which were a bit more explicit.

Do you like being tied up and or blindfolded?
Harry felt something in his stomach stir. He shifted uncomfortably and hesitantly typed yes

Do you enjoy the care outside of the bedroom or only during intimacy?
He had to think on that one. Harry always loved being taken care of. His mother gave him baths until he was 13. He didn't even move out of the house until he was 21. So yeah, he did like being cared for.

He finished the last few questions and pressed submit. The website says it could take up to 5 minutes for a few men to text him.

He honestly couldn't be more confused than he was right now. Waiting for the messages, he decided to look further into this thing. BDSM was it? God, harry is dumb. He didn't even know what that stood for.

"abbrevation of Bondage and Discipline (BD), Dominance and Submission (DS), Sadism and Masochism (SM)."

Looking through many websites, he learned that not only will he be cared for, he could also possibly find his soulmate. Harry was the person who fell in love easily, and never wanted to get out of it. he loved romance. A soulmates like your best friend. It's the one person in the world that knows you the best. It's someone who makes you a better person. And no matter what happens you'll always love them. So yeah, you could say harry was a romantic.

He spaced out, trying to teach himself on this new lifestyle, he calls it. Soon enough though, the texts rolled in.

[697-198]
Hi princess, I see you're looking for a daddy;)

[571-146]
Hey baby

[197-156]
I'm just on this for a quick fuck, so hit me up.

Harry was still confused, now more than ever. Was he just supposed to, sext them? He pouted, running his hands over his face. Maybe he should just use a normal website. Did it finally come to that? Harry's only 23 and he's thinking about joining a dating website.

Since there's really no harm in trying this through, he decided on messaging the second person back.

[Harry]
Hiii.

[571-146]
What's your name, love?

[Harry]
my names Harry:) how about you?

[571-146]
Wait, are you a boy?

[Harry]
Yeah!! Is that okay?

[571-146]
Even better.

[Harry]
So how do you do this? Do we just like, get to know eachother?

[571-146]
Yeah I think so. I'm new to this thing lol

[Harry]
Wait really? Me too.

harry definitely wasn't innocent. Not at all, but when it came to these type of things, he got very very shy. Especially when talking to strangers.

[571-146]
Ok so

[571-146]
I'm Louis and I like cock

[Harry]
That was quick

[Louis]
;)

Harry set his phone down on the table. Deciding it was late enough to go to bed. Getting up off the couch he threw his hands behind his head and stretched his back. The muscles made a slight crackling noise.

Harry walked down his short hallway and into his bedroom, immediately going into his walk-in closet and pulling out his favorite silk shorts and baby pink robe. Yes, he understands their girl clothes but he doesn't really mind.

Harry doesn't believe in gender specific items. Besides getting pregnant, men should be able to do and wear whatever the hell they want just like girls. Harry absolutely loves wearing skirts and flowery tops. They make him feel pretty. Along with his long hair. he does get mistaken for a girl some times. He doesn't mind though, he takes it more as a compliment than a degrading word.

He sighs contently and slips into his overly to big of a bed and lays in the middle.

Although he likes being alone, he misses the feel of someone behind him, spooning him into their chest. He misses the small breathing sounds he could listen to or the soft thrum of their heartbeat. Yeah Harry misses being in love.

And if that night, harry placed a pillow behind him, against his back and wrapped his arms around himself, cuddling into a ball, no one had to know.

A/n:
Okay this chapter felt like it was all over the place but it'll get better I promise. Please keep reading :))