Daddy.// Larry Stylinson.

11

Harry yawned and slowly opened his eyes. He laid there for a few minutes until he noticed clothes scattered on his floor. He pushed himself up and ran a hand through his hair before looking over to the other side of his bed. He smiled at the sight of Louis.

He was on his stomach with the blanket low on his hips, his hands tucked under the pillow.

Harry rolled over to face him and snuggled back down in to bed and moved closer, "Hi, baby."

Louis groaned and rolled over so Harry could see his face but he was still asleep.

Harry put his hand on Louis's stag tattoo and traced it before just running his fingers over the skin of Louis's arm.

He just stared at Louis as he slept. It did seem weird that they only knew each other for a few weeks. It didn't take long for Harry to decide that he wanted to know Louis as soon as Zayn showed him a picture of Louis. But he never expected to turn it into the relationship they had. He wanted to ask Louis out on a date and go from there but it turned into something better. He got to know Louis while spoiling him and getting sexual things in return. Though he was definitely going to spoil Louis with sexual things as well. When a guy looked as incredible as Louis did it would be a shame not to get his hands on those curves.

"Baby." Harry whispered, kissing his shoulder.

"Shut up, Niall." Louis mumbled.

Harry laughed, "Louis, it's the middle of the day. We have to get up, baby."

He pressed a soft kiss on Louis's neck over and over.

"Harry."

The soft voice had Harry pulling back so he could look at Louis's face, "Hi, darling. How long have you been here?"

He ran his hand up and down Louis's back.

"Niall woke me up and told me you were home about eight this morning. I came over and fell asleep. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. This bed is also your bed, baby."

He leaned in and kissed Louis softly ignoring Louis's protests about morning breath.

"I don't care." Harry chuckled, "I just want to kiss you."

"You like complaining about my breath." Louis laughed.

He ran his hand down to the butterfly tattoo on Harry's stomach and traced it with his fingers. He could see the muscles moving underneath them.

"This one is my favorite." Louis admitted, "Then I like the swallows."

Harry smiled, "I like dagger."

"I like your rose."

"I like your compass."

"I like your ship."

"I love your eyes."

Louis blushed, "I love your eyes too."

"As much as I'd love to stay here in bed with you all day, baby, I'm hungry." Harry pouted.

Louis giggled, "Okay, okay. I'm getting hungry myself. I should probably tell Niall and Zayn that I'm alive."

He tossed the blanket off and rolled to get off the bed. He yelped when he felt a hand smack his ass. He turned back to glare at Harry.

"It's hard to resist when your ass looks that fucking good."

"Don't get me started, Styles. Let me get energized first before you try and fondle me."

Harry laughed, "Okay, baby. I can control myself."