"Yes. My name is Louis. And who might you be, cutie?" "I'm . . . Harry. My name is Harry, and I'm your next door neighbour. I live at the yellow house that is beside yours." Twenty-five-year-old Louis Tomlinson not so subtly checked out the boy, "how old are you?" "I'm . . . Sixteen-years-old," the small boy eyed the man cautiously, "how old are you?" "I'm twenty-five, young one," was the reply Harry got. "You've called me two different names already. Why?" "I like pet names. Do you not like being called pet names?" "As long as you don't treat me like an animal? then I'm okay with you calling me pet names." "Great, and I definitely won't treat you like an animal" Louis replied, a smirk evident upon his face. "You creep me out, but only a tad" the curly haired boy said quietly. "Oh, and why is that?" "I don't know . . ."

He was only nineteen when he met his daddy.

A year of being with Daddy doesn't make up for the near twenty he has lived.

Harry is in college, he goes out to get coffee and meets his new Daddy. MAJOR DADDY KINK IN THIS STORY.

"Who's the weird boy?" "You'd better not talk about him like that." "Why not?" "See that guy over there?" "Yeah. What's he got to do with-" "That's his boyfriend, Louis." "Okay, so?" "If he hears you talk about Harry like that.." "He'll what?" "He'll kill you."

This story is being continued by @_hamartithia and will be wrote on their account. (Mpreg) Harry's a 16 year old spoiled child who loves short skirts and pastel pink. Louis' a 24 year old man who's dating Harry's sister, but loves when Harry calls him daddy. (bottom Harry)