His Submission {BDSM} {Larry Mpreg} BOOK 1

Chapter 9

Louis had literally burst into tears of joy at Harry’s warm welcome, and Harry had simply chuckled and dabbed at the younger boy’s tears before unbuckling Louis, “Let’s get you unpacked.”

The movers Harry had hired to move in Louis’ scarce amount of boxes nearly had everything up on the front porch before Harry and Louis had even climbed in the car. Louis gazed up at the grand house in front of him. He was going to get to live there. They grabbed a box and the movers grabbed two, and then Harry opened the front door and walked inside. Almost immediately Zayn was there to greet them.

“Hello Harry,” Zayn smiled at the man, and then his gaze fell on to Louis, and a disapproving look formed on his face. “What on earth are you wearing?”

Louis’ jaw fell open a bit, and he looked to Harry in slight alarm. Harry shifted his box to touch Louis' lower back with his free hand, frowning at Zayn, “Clothes comfortable for the move, I find nothing wrong with the clothes.”

Niall came down the steps then, hesitantly looking at Zayn. Zayn saw the blonde haired boy, holding out a hand to him. Niall scurried over, and Louis smiled at him. Niall smiled back.

“Your sub,” Zayn sighed in defeat, and Harry nodded in triumph.

He noticed Louis’ small arms struggling with the box he held, however, and he looked to the movers, “Up the stairs down the hall to the left, turn where the hall turns, and it’s the second door on the left. Now, pet, let me see that.”

Louis blinked in confusion, but Harry leaned down and stacked Louis’ box on his own. Zayn arched a brow as well, “Shouldn’t he carry your box?”

“We don’t need him stronger than me, Zayn,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Louis stay here and talk.”

Louis’ heart leaped into his throat at the command, but he nodded slowly, “Uh… yes sir.”

He didn’t at all like the idea of being left to talk with the strict Dom. Zayn looked at Niall, shaking his head, and Louis wondered what it meant. He also wondered if Harry would ever put Zayn in charge of him for some reason. He didn’t want that though, he liked Harry being in charge. He loved the way Harry Dom’d him.

“So?” Zayn asked. “Why aren’t you talking?”

“I don’t know what to…” Louis began, but at the disapproval growing on Zayn’s face he quieted again. “Hi, Zayn. How are you?”

“Good, Louis,” Zayn replied. “I’m very good, because I can see now what a good little sub I’ve got. I’ve never compared him to others, but now that I do, I see that he’s much better than he could be.”

“Oh,” Louis whispered. “That’s good.”

“Yes,” Zayn nodded, petting Niall’s hair. “He only speaks when he’s granted permission, he always wears the right things, and he knows just how to please me. I know certain subs who only stress out their Doms.”

Louis had left his old house to escape his mother, only finding that Zayn was his mother reincarnated. But he didn’t want to cry in front of Zayn. Zayn would find some reason to make Louis look like an even worse sub in front of Harry. Instead, Louis bit his trembling lip and croaked out, “I want to be good. Harry tells me I’m good.”

“Harry is new to the Dom and sub world,” Zayn scoffed. “He doesn’t know what good is.”

Much to Louis’ relief, Harry was then at the top of the stairs, “Alright, come here, pet. We need to place your things somewhere.”

Louis scurried away from Zayn and Niall, barely catching an apologetic look from Niall before the blonde’s face had gone expressionless again. He wondered briefly if the expression had been there in the first place. He hurried to Harry, and Harry smiled at him before he led the boy down the hall and into the bedroom they’d been sharing. Louis cracked a small smile. It wasn’t his little cave at home, but it would also be less lonely. He would have Harry to share a bed with, Harry to wake up next to, “The bedroom.”