beverly hills, baby honey.

Harry had an amused expression at his face, Louis scowled at him. "what's funny, Mr?"

"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "you know, you're only getting away with this because I slept with you, right?" he addressed. "if you were somebody else I'd be creeped out and lecturing you right now, but I happen to like you and hope to see more of you, so, I'll let it pass."

Louis nibbled on the inside of his cheeks, a giddy smile dusting his features, he ignored the first sentences Harry said, focusing on the last one that stood out. "Mr. Styles, correct me nicely if I'm wrong but, are you asking me out?"

Harry mirrored his expression. "maybe. If you'd allow me, of course."

-

Where Louis strongly believes that Harry Styles is a bottom, a submissive, simply because he is one- he also fights people on Twitter about it. Until he meets the very man himself, and proves him that he couldn't be anymore mistaken as he turns putty in Harry's arms, strong arms- pliant and docile.