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“Harry, you're so drunk!” 

With a drink in each hand, Harry giggles and raises both glasses into the air. Absolutely buzzing, happy to be flowing away on every colourful cocktail. 

“I’m tipsyyyy.” Harry slurs, dragging his words with a sweet pout. He leans on Niall as he speaks right in his ear, “These do nothing for me. Do you want me to walk a line? You know I can. Can I? Can I? Please, I'll walk so good.” 

Niall laughs with his head thrown back, “God, you're fucking wasted, mate. Look at you.” 

“I’m not,” Harry screams over the loud music, stomping his feet sillily. He is not drunk, okay? “Let me show you.” 

Harry starts walking in a line that is definitely not straight, just like him. The alcohol in his hand starts sloshing, his balance uneven and suddenly he is surrounded by people as they watch and cheer for him. 

Niall shakes his head, a hand on his mouth to contain his laugh. What can he say, he's got a cute and goofy best friend to deal with. 

“Are you looking, Niall?” Harry asks cutely, his brows knitted in concentration, his droopy eyes sharp on his shoes. The two glasses in his hand are half empty by now.

“Yes,” Niall chuckles, and so do all the partygoers. 

Completing a zig-zag line, Harry gets cheered but he frowns when his eyes fall on Niall. He whines, “You laughing at me?” 

Niall immediately goes tight-lipped, “Never! You're doing amazing!”

“I’m fabulous!” Harry shouts with a smile, everyone chanting it back to him. As they should. 

“So silly,” Niall mutters to himself, smiling softly. He makes a mental note to catch hold of Harry by the end of the night and drop him home. 

The night went on, the party getting intense and louder after each shot Harry took. Completely relaxed ignoring Niall's worrisome looks. 

Even in his tipsy state, Harry was effortlessly charming everyone around him. His laughter was contagious, and his dance moves, though wobbly, were endearing.

With each drink, Harry's cheerfulness grew.

He was moving from group to group, making everyone feel included and spreading joy. He surely lost touch with Niall in the process, but who cares? He is having fun and so is Niall.

Somewhere, he thinks. 

At one point, he found himself at the snack bar, retelling his friends an exaggerated version of his latest adventure.

“So there I was,” Harry said, taking a huge bite of pizza, speaking with his mouthful, “Standing on top of a mountain— well, a really big hill, but still— and I’m shouting to the wind, ‘I am the king of the world!’ And then, of course, I slipped and almost fell into a pond.”

His friends burst into laughter, clapping him on the back. 

As they continued chatting, Harry's other friends joined in, sharing their own stories and adding to the lively atmosphere. 

The moment was interrupted when the front door swung open with a loud bang, causing the music to stop. 

The room fell silent as a powerful figure made his way in, his glare sharp, an armed squad following him. 

Harry who was busy having a drunk nonsense conversation, suddenly found himself captivated when he turned around to face the man.  

The officer was standing in the middle of the giant living area, with his broad shoulders and striking physique. His aura beyond powerful. 

A deep-set frown etched into his rugged face, he looks like a man who means business. 

His dark yet prettiest shade of blue eyes scanned the room with an air of authority, the kind that made everyone in the room straighten up. The contrast between the vibrant, chaotic party and his stern, no-nonsense presence was striking. 

His gaze locked with the strict officer, and his mouth fell slightly open. The room seemed to blur around the edges as he became utterly mesmerised by the officer’s commanding presence. 

It was as if a spotlight had been cast on the handsome officer, and everything else faded into insignificance.

The officer’s demeanour was a mix of exhaustion and irritation. His brows were furrowed, and his jaw was clenched, but there was an undeniable strength in his posture that Harry found irresistible. 

As the blue-eyed officer strode further into the room, his sharp, authoritative voice cut through the silence. “Everyone, clear out. We are shutting this party down.”

The crowd, already on edge, frantically made their way out, scrambling toward the exits, knocking over drinks and chairs in their haste to escape. 

Harry was transfixed by the officer's powerful presence, while his friends hurried past him, their faces a blur of panic. 

But Harry stays rooted to the spot, his eyes following the blue-eyed officer unabashedly.

The officer’s gruff voice and commanding presence had an almost magnetic effect on Harry. He felt a flutter in his chest, the thought of being cuffed by this gorgeous officer left him breathless. 

Harry has never seen a man with so much dimension. The way he walks, the way he talks... the way he is making Harry feel inside. 

It's truly unbelievable, he is sure he shouldn't feel so strongly for someone at just a mere sight of them.

But here he is, isn't he?

When the officer finally notices Harry standing there while all the others disappeared within minutes, he approaches him, his frown filled with annoyance yet there was curiosity in his eyes.

Harry looks at him, his eyes wide and sparkling. Up close, the officer was beyond godly. He had never seen a man with this beautiful of a face and those blue eyes... oh.

Oh, the eyes

He recognises the colour immediately.

Louis Blue.

His favourite colour. 

Wouldn't it be crazy if his name was something like Louis? Harry thought funnily. 

“Hello.” The mean officer started gruffly, “I am Chief Superintendent Louis Tomlinson from MPS. Are you alright?”

Chief Superintendent Louis Tomlinson. 

Louis. 

Harry giggles to himself. He's always right. 

“Oh! Hi, Mr Tomlinson, I am Harry.” he slurs his words just a bit, offering a wobbly, flirtatious smile. “I didn’t realise the party had such... heroic guests.”

The officer’s mean facade softens slightly as he took in Harry's charm and sincerity. “Yes, not quite the party you were expecting. Let us get you out of here, yeah?”

The voice— Oh, God.

Harry felt weak in his knees. He swallows a moan down his throat at how sexy and raspy the officer's voice was, but he reminds himself to behave. 

He nods and attempts to walk ahead but this time he actually feels his knees wobble. Before he could fall and break his face in two, he felt the officer’s firm grip catching him on time. 

The touch was electric, Harry felt goosebumps on his entire body. 

“Careful there,” He heard the older man gently reprimand, “You okay?” 

Harry looks up, his eyes soft and droopy, “Mhm hmm, I’m buzzin'.”

Harry could see the sudden softness on the mean officer’s face. Harry's gaze stuck on the pretty lips, his mind imagining closing the gap and kissing the older man until dawn. 

Instead, Harry mumbles, “You saved my life, Officer Tomlinson.”

Tomlinson clearly resists a snort, “You stumbled, it was not life-threatening.” 

Shaking his head, Harry grips the toned biceps tightly, standing straight and leaning entirely on the patient man. “No. You're a hero.” 

“I am just doing my job.” The officer rolls his eyes and continues, “Come on, let us get you out of here.”

“As you say, officer.” Harry nods, letting the man take him outside. 

They walk slowly, the officer letting Harry lean all his weight on him. Harry could feel the badges press against his chest and torso. 

It was so hot. 

Fuck. 

What would it take for Mr Tomlinson to cuff him down and make him take it all night long?

“Ouch,” Harry shouts out of nowhere, utterly occupied in his daydreaming to realise he stepped on some broken glass. He squeezes Tomlinson's arms painfully hard. 

“What happened?” The officer is instantly alert, the slight commotion making the squad gather around them. 

“A broken piece of glass poked my foot,” Harry whimpers as he cutely yet clumsily pulls his leg up to show his shoes. He is swinging on his feet, drunk out of his mind. 

Kneeling right away, Tomlinson grabs the leg and pulls the offending piece of glass out of Harry's foot. 

Looking up, the blue-eyed officer sat on his knees, “Is it hurting? Can you walk?” 

Harry pouts harder, it definitely didn't hurt that bad and he could definitely run a marathon if he wants. He can even walk in a straight line, if needed. 

But the handsome and rugged officer doesn't need to know that, does he now? 

“Hurts so bad,” Harry murmurs, trying to give his best doe eyes, “Hurts to walk, sir.” 

The officer gets up with a sigh, and puts an arm around Harry's back and the other one behind his knees, picking him up bridal style. 

“Officer!” Harry gasps scandalously whilst being carried outside by the handsome officer. His head is dizzy, but the view in front of him is worth it. “You're so strong!”

“That I am,” Tomlinson tells him, his tone fond. 

As they make their way to the patrol car, Harry keeps chatting, his gaze lingering. “So, Officer Tomlinson, tell me— do you always rescue charming drunks, or am I just lucky?”

“You are a talker, are you not?” Tomlinson asks, “Am I not scaring you enough?” 

“No,” Harry shakes his head adamantly while he is placed on his feet, a head rush incoming, “You're so lovely to look at.” 

Tomlinson's cheeks flushes slightly, he instantly schools his face whilst clearing his throat. “Do you remember your address?” 

“I do,” Harry says after a hard pause, “I'll….” he fishes inside his pockets, looking for his phone, “I need to Uber.” 

“No need for that, we will drop you. You are heavily drunk, I cannot risk sending you alone.” Tomlinson tells him. “Address?” 

"I am barely tipsyyy, officer." Harry whines, "I will walk in a straight line for you, please look at me."

Harry puts his arms out to balance himself as if he is walking on a tightrope. Each step is wobbly than the previous one.

Tomlinson gathers the courage to not lose his professional demeanour and laugh out loud at the absolute antics of this boy who is very clearly wasted. 

"I am walking brilliantly, aren't I?" Harry asks, his footsteps curving to the left as he speaks, "Aren't I, officer?"

Tomlinson's squad were subtly enjoying the show. He turns to look at them with a smirk on his face, then turns back to let his eyes follow the curly-haired boy. 

"Beyond brilliant," Tomlinson says, his tone moderately sweet. "Kindly walk back to me." 

"As you wish, sir." Harry turns around, his glassy hooded eyes firm on the blue ones. "See, I am not drunk. I walked in the straightest line eve—" 

Stumbling on his foot, Harry was once again falling on Tomlinson's arms. How does he catch him every time? Is he a superhero? 

"Hmm, sure." Tomlinson mutters, holding Harry under his armpits, "You are nearly sober."

"Exactly, officer." Harry mumbles, wrapping his arms around Tomlinson's torso, "You get me." 

Tomlinson walks them back to the mobile, with a slight flush on his cheeks. He gently detaches Harry away from his chest, leaning down to ask, "Do you know your address?"

“Oh, here.” Harry grins dopily and hands him his phone with his details. He hiccups and whispers a real soft, “Thank you for letting me ride you, officer." 

Tomlinson definitely turns red at that.

Harry giggles and covers his mouth with the back of his hand, "Sorry, I mean ride with you." 

“Sure,” Tomlinson exhales and looks at the details, learning the boy's full name as well. He gets closer, a bit of hesitancy on his face, “I would need to pat you down before you enter the mobile. It is protocol.”

The wettest dream of Harry might just come true. 

“May I, Harry?” Officer Tomlinson asks when Harry doesn't reciprocate. 

His name. The gorgeous officer took his name, it sounded heavenly from his mouth. Harry feels his cheeks burning, his lips tingling for a kiss. 

“All yours, sir,” Harry bashfully stretches his arms wide. “You can do whatever you want with me, I'll take it.” 

Tomlinson shakes his head, his lips almost forming a smile. He hides it well because he's got a silly boy to tame. 

He starts patting him down, and once done he asks Harry to turn around.

“Which way, officer?” Harry fakes innocence, and it hurts how obvious he is being with it. 

“That way, please,” Tomlinson tells him regardless, patting him down once he turns around. “Hands behind your back.”

Harry easily obliges and puts his hands behind his back, peeking over his shoulder. 

“I am required to handcuff you before seating you in the mobile.” The handsome officer explains. "Do not worry, it is protocol." 

Harry nods, “That's okay.” 

Unhooking the handcuffs from the belt on his waist, Tomlinson latches it on one hand at a time. 

“I'm into this, officer.” Harry murmurs, but his voice isn't as low as he thinks it is, “I won't mind being tied to your bed later.” 

A low chuckle comes from afar, an officer with black hair and hazel eyes is having a hard time containing his amusement at the interaction unfolding in front of him. 

“Malik,” Tomlinson warns. 

“My apologies, sir.” Malik schools his face but Tomlinson knows his best friend is still laughing underneath that firm face and who wouldn't? When a boy who barely knows him is so clearly infatuated by his mere presence. It's hilarious. 

“All done,” Tomlinson announces loudly. “Your corporation helps, please step inside.” 

“Everybody knows that I’m a good boy, officer,” Harry tells him proudly, stepping in the backseat. 

Taking a deep breath in, Tomlinson sighs. A chuckle escaping his lips seconds later as he rounds behind the car to get to the front. 

“You are clearly enjoying this.” Malik teases, walking beside him.

Tomlinson rolls his eyes, “No, I am not.”

“Liar.” Malik mouths and walks back to the squad. 

Getting in the driver's seat, Tomlinson fixes the seat belt across his chest and takes a peek at the mischievous boy from the rear-view mirror. To his surprise, the boy was fast asleep, loud snores filling the space. 

Laughing to himself, Tomlinson starts the engine and drives off. 

Chapter Text

“My head hurts.” 

Harry whines very loudly even before opening his eyes, he stretches his arms and limbs wide like a starfish on the bed. He drank a ton last night, this was meant to happen. 

“That's what happens when you drink too much.” Comes Niall's voice yelling from the other side of the wall.

“Stop, Niall.” Harry loudly groans, sitting up, “Your voice is killing me.” 

The door of his bedroom opens a few minutes later, a disgruntled and sleepy Niall making his way in. 

“Do you have any idea how much you drank last night?” Niall sits on Harry's bed, facing him.

“A glass or two,” Harry mumbles, letting out a squeaky scream when Niall hits him on the head. “Fuck, I'm sorry. Maybe— I don't know, a dozen?” 

“You idiot,” Niall reprimands, “I was worried sick, you know? Then I heard the police got a hold of you. So, I went looking at all the stations."

"What happens then?" Harry looks curious, he's got a hand under his chin. 

"The fuck you listening to me like I'm telling you the plot of a movie." Niall glares.

"Tell me," Harry pouts, "I wanna knowww." 

Sighing, Niall rolls his eyes. "I find your sorry arse being dropped off by an officer in our lobby." 

“What?” Harry's expression morphs into a comical shock.

"Yes," Niall smacks Harry's head again for good measures. 

Harry gasps, “An officer, you say?” 

Niall shakes his head at the oblivious boy, “Be thankful he didn't arrest you. He seemed serious but he was nice enough to drop you off.” 

Listening back about all his shenanigans, Harry can't believe he almost got arrested. 

He vaguely remembers who the officer was, his memory clearing as he strains his brain long and hard to recall. 

Then it all flashes back to him, the drop-dead gorgeous officer who he fell head over heels for. The embarrassing things he did, the embarrassing things he said. 

"Oh, God." Harry cringes, having Niall look at him suspiciously.

"What was that for?" Niall squints his eyes. 

"I made an arse of myself." Harry buries his head in his hands. 

"Of course, you did." Niall agrees. 

“Niallllllll, be nice,” Harry whines again, his tone sweet this time. “Was his eyes blue?” 

“Yes, why is that important?” Niall scrunches his face in confusion. 

Walking on his knees, Harry sits closer to Niall, holding him by his shoulders and shaking him, “He was so fucking beautiful. I have such a fat crush on him, Niall! You have no idea.” 

“Woah,” Niall exasperates, then laughs, “On a cop? You've gotta be kidding me!?” 

“Doesn't matter, I want him.” Harry shakes his head and gets out of bed. He walks towards his wardrobe. “I want him so bad, I feel like I'll die if I don't have him.” 

“Harry, Harry, Harry.” Niall says calmly, “What are you saying— where are you going?” 

“To see him.” Harry chirps, throwing an outfit on the unmade bed whilst he grabs a towel. 

“You what?” Niall follows him, “You're going to the police station? Willingly? Are you bonkers? Mate, if he didn't arrest you yesterday he'll definitely do it today."

“No, he won't!” Harry exclaims, “Will you please get out of my way? I need to shower and see my darling officer at the police station.” 

“You're hopeless, so fucking hopeless.” Niall frustratingly rubs his head, walking out of the room but not before yelling, “Be fucking careful.” 

“I will! Love you.” Harry yells back and waits. 

After a beating minute, it comes back, “Love you too, wanker.” 

It's a pleasant day, Harry thinks.

He's got a cute outfit on— a flowy linen shirt with his favourite shortest shorts, paired with his tote bag that rested nicely on his broad shoulders, his hair soft and skin glowing. He's so prepared to meet the sexy officer once again.

Shame he forgot his name. 

Well, he was quite drunk. It's inevitable he forgets a few details here and there.

However, he's not sure what he is going to say to him when he sees him, but all knows is that he needs to see him.

Granted, he made a fool of himself with his drunk arse being flirty and cheeky with the said officer. But, hey! He's just a boy who's got an eye for the handsome man. Sue him for having great taste in men. 

He's not even sure if the man is gay.

He shrugs at the thought, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. 

Now he's got a road to cross, and he does carefully. Once he finds himself on the other side, he lifts his head and reads, ‘City of London Police.'

Harry grins, his legs sprinting on their own accord, entering the building with a bubbling excitement. Harry would be the only individual in this world to be so happy entering a police station. 

Looking around, he finds the layout confusing, not sure where he would find the delicious officer in this huge estate. He stops to navigate his next route, and after thinking for a good minute or two he decides to approach an officer who passes by him.

“Excuse me, sir?” Harry jogs behind him, panting slightly. 

“Yes?” The officer says before turning around. Although there's a funny expression on his face upon seeing Harry.

A small smirk, Harry notices.

“How can I help?” He offers. 

“I am looking for an officer in your department, five ten-ish, blue eyes, beyond handsome,” Harry explains and it comes out so corny. He doesn't care, he will find this man anyhow. “I'm sorry, but I forgot their name.” 

“Beyond handsome, you say?” The officer with hazel eyes smiles, “There is only one that fits that description. Are you looking for our Chief Superintendent Louis Tomlinson?” 

“Yes, that's the name. OH YES!” Harry forgets how loud he can be at times when he's excited. He quickly wraps a hand around his mouth.

Embarrassed, he mutters a soft sorry.

The black-haired officer simply chuckles, “Unfortunately, Chief is not in yet. He should be here in the evening, you can try then perhaps?” 

Harry visibly frowns, then sighs. Adjusting the falling tote bag on his shoulder, “What time exactly?”

“Eighteen hundred hours.” The officer supplies. 

He takes a look at his phone. It is only three o'clock.  

He'll wait until then, he guesses. 

“Thank you.” Harry smiles back at the hazel-eyed officer, “You've been helpful… uh?” He looks closer at the name tag on the officer's chest, “Mr Malik!"

"Of course," Malik returns the smile.

"I'm Harry, by the way.” Harry offers his hand, "So nice to meet you." 

“Nice to meet you as well,” Malik chuckles, shaking the hand, “We will see you again, I guess?” 

“Yes, sir.” Harry grins, “See you soon.” 

“Likewise, Harry.” Malik nods, continuing his path down the hallway. 

The time was going excruciatingly slow, Harry was sitting on one of the spare benches inside the station, waiting for Officer Tomlinson. 

The big clock on the wall finally hit five o'clock. 

Harry groans, sinking in his seat out of boredom. Another hour to go. He's been painfully hungry for the past fifteen minutes, he needs food.

He can leave the station and get some but he was worried he would miss Louis' entry. So, he waits and waits, and waits.

Time ticks, and ticks, and ticks. 

Until Mr Malik catches him again, a pile of files in his hand. 

“Harry? You are still here?” Malik looks down to where he is seated. 

“Yes, was waiting for Mr Tomlinson.” Harry blinks the sleep away from his eyes, sitting straight. 

“You could have gone home,” Malik looks at his watch, “You have been sitting here for the past two hours.” 

Harry blushes a bit, scratching the back of his neck. “Wanna meet him as soon as possible.” 

There's a fond look on Malik's face. “I understand.”

The sudden rumble out of Harry's stomach leaves the boy flustered. “Sorry.” 

Malik just smiles, walking away before explaining, “That was my next question, actually. There is a line of vending machines in our canteen. Go straight and take a left.” 

“Starving.” Harry mumbles and gets up, "Thank you, Mr Malik"

With the desperate urge to swallow anything he might get, he makes his way to get some food in his system. 

After little to no thinking, he inserts the money and gets a bag of Walkers Ready Salted chips and a pack of KitKat.

Harry quickly gets back to his bench and gobbles the chips down in record time. 

Harry definitely feels better now. He sighs and leans back on the bench, hands fishing inside the tote bag to grab a wipe. He quickly wipes his greasy fingers and checks the time again.

It's five fifty-eight.

Louis should be here any minute now. He grins, pleased with himself for staying back.

In the meantime, he tears open the KitKat and takes a chunky bite. The delicious chocolate melts on his tongue. Harry could moan, but he doesn't. Instead, he checks the time again, glancing at the entryway after every few seconds. 

Harry's heart is racing, and his palms are sweaty. However, he tries to play it cool. The anticipation is killing him in the best way possible. 

Suddenly, there is a loud sound of shoes clicking on the wooden floor and Harry is instantly lifting his head to see who's the source of it.

And there he is— the man of his dreams walking right towards him.

At that very moment, Harry's whole world fades out.

Everything slows down, and all the noise around him disappears. All he can see is the way the blue eyes look a bit surprised seeing him, followed by a very small yet sincere smile grazing his lips.

The green-eyed boy feels a rush of warmth flooding his chest, his heart skipping a beat, maybe even two. It's like all those nerves, all those anxious energy, melts away, replaced by this overwhelming happiness, this lightness, as if he's floating. 

He feels his smile stretching wide, almost goofy, but he doesn't care. He can't help but stare, feeling all soft and mushy inside.

How can a man make him feel like this? How is that even possible? 

The officer walks over, and suddenly the space between them feels like nothing, making Harry's heart flutter a little faster. And when they finally stand face to face, he can hardly believe he's lucky enough to be right here, right now. 

“Mr Styles. What brings you here?” Is the officer— no, Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis, asking him. 

Harry blinks once, then twice.

Gosh, he feels his tongue thickening in his mouth. 

“Hi, Officer Tomlinson.” Harry clears his throat, remembering how to speak. Is he supposed to salute him? How does one properly greet a policeman? "I am supposed to salute you, aren't I?" 

The officer gives a light chuckle, "A simple hello is fine." 

Blushing head to toe, Harry twists the handle of his tote bag between his fingers. "Hello!" 

"Hello there," Tomlinson says again, with a fond look this time. "What brings you here?" 

“Wanted to thank you for last night,” Harry says in one breath, trying to calm down. Sober Harry is having a hard time digesting Louis’ beauty. 

He is so bloody handsome. 

Fuck, is this even allowed? For one to look like this. 

“How kind.” Tomlinson nods in acknowledgement, walking away and before Harry can stop him he adds, “Come, let us speak in my cabin.”

A shiver runs down Harry's spine at the timbre of Louis' voice.

He didn't walk, he ran behind him. 

Nervously standing at the door once it closes, Harry bashfully stares at the officer. 

The way his biceps are flexing through the uniform while he rearranges a pile of files on his left. Harry feels drool gather on the seam of his lips, he subtly licks it away. 

"Have a seat." Tomlinson looks at him, his hand gesturing towards the chair across from him. 

Harry nods, taking a seat. He tries his best to not bounce his foot. 

Sitting down with a sigh, Tomlinson leans on the desk and entwines his fingers together as his elbows come to rest on the oak table with a dark brown finish. His golden skin contrasts so well with like... everything.

Harry truly can't look away. Although, he can't stay quiet. He came here for a reason.

Harry realises that he is still holding the KitKat bar. He offers his chocolate for starters. “Would you like some, officer?” 

“No, thank you.” Tomlinson shakes his head, his lips slightly curved up, “That is outrageous, by the way.”

Harry worries visibly, "What is?"

"The way you eat KitKat, who bites into it?" Tomlinson looks at him curiously.

Harry loves the way Louis' eyes have gone all wide, the blue of his eyes are just so bright. Gosh, he'd bite into a million KitKats if Louis looks at him like that every time.

Harry pouts playfully, "I do." 

"I can very much see that." Tomlinson points out, "Very psychotic of you. The etiquette to have a KitKat is to break each piece one by one." 

The absolute softness he feels inside of him at the officer's nerdiness towards KitKats is hard to contain. He pouts harder, "I'll break them next time." 

"How obedient," Tomlinson observes, leaving Harry with red cheeks. "Anyway, I heard you were waiting for me." 

“Yes, Mr Malik was very kind.” Harry grins, his nervousness slowly dissolving. 

“I am sure he was.” Tomlinson busies himself with a file, opening it. “Was everything alright after I left you at your place?”

“Yes,” Harry nods enthusiastically, “I wanted to thank you for that, I don't know how I would have reached home if it wasn't for you.” 

“It is my duty to protect civilians.” Tomlinson offers, his tone ever so gentle. 

“I appreciate it,” Harry smiles, but then he can sense the embarrassment creeping up on his face, “And I am…” 

Tomlinson looks up, his eyes curious once again, “And?”

“I am sorry if I misbehaved with you.” Harry says shyly, “I've been told I can be crass when I'm drunk.” 

Tomlinson lets a sliver of a smile appear on his face, just a sliver but even that melts Harry's heart, “You walked a straight line for me, Mr Styles. You were definitely not drunk, maybe a bit tipsy.”

Harry blushes at that, remembering saying it multiple times throughout the night. “I was drunk.”

“Yourself from last night would totally disagree.” Tomlinson teases more. 

Harry wants to kiss this man stupid. He is not sure if his cheeks can go any redder than this. 

“Jokes aside, you put yourself in danger last night. Drinking that much can lead to many problems, it leaves you powerless and vulnerable. I do not want to see you in that state again, Mr Styles. Am I clear?” 

Oh, the chills.

Harry sits up straight, his nerve ends heightened. He wants to obey every command from this man. 

“Absolutely, sir.” Harry nods seriously. 

“And if I still do, I will arrest you,” Tomlinson warns. “I ought to teach you a lesson if it happens again.”

Harry's cheeks are flaming at this point, he could roast marshmallows on them. And to top it all his cock is helplessly twitching in his shorts, the dominating man has no idea what he is doing to Harry by simply being... himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You'll teach me a lesson?” Harry gulps, his voice coming out breathy. 

“Absolutely, I will,” Tomlinson says sternly, not really catching onto Harry being turned on out of his goddamn mind at the authoritative demeanour. 

Harry shivers.

“I promise to drink responsibly,” Harry tells him sincerely.

Tomlinson takes a pen out of his front pocket and starts signing the files, "I like to hear that, Mr Styles." 

The intense heart palpitations that Harry was currently suffering from left him breathless. He just cannot stop staring at the handsome officer.

"I'll do my best, sir," Harry promises, liking the way his body feels when Louis gives him his approval. 

"I'll be holding onto that," Tomlinson closes all the files and once he finishes signing, he neatly places them in a stack and puts them back to the place he grabbed it from, "Anything else I can help you with, Mr Styles?"

"That's all, thank you." Harry appreciates it with a smile. He really doesn't want to go home, he wants to sit here and stare at Louis all day long. 

"Good," Tomlinson nods, "How will you travel back home?"

Harry plays with the end of his tote bag, "I'll be taking the tube."

"Go home safe, Mr Styles," Tomlinson tells him.

"I will, sir." Harry gets up to leave, adjusting the back of his shorts elegantly, "Until next time?"

Stop me, please. Harry thinks, begs... if you will.

"Until next time." Tomlinson reverts, his gaze lingering on Harry's attire for a quick second, and on the short shorts for a millisecond. 

Harry nods sadly and takes his leave.

Once the door closes, Tomlinson picks up the telephone to dial Malik. "Malik, kindly send someone behind Harry to see if he reaches home safely. Thanks." 

"I want him to fuck me until I am pregnant with his baby, Niall!" Harry whines, plopping on the bed.

It is two in the morning and Harry has successfully kept Niall awake for two hours.

The two hours consisted of a long and detailed blabber about Louis and how amazing he is, how handsome he is, how firm and toned his biceps seemed under the sexy uniform, and how Harry wants him to give him all his babies.

Yes, babies. Plural.

"First of all, TMI. Second, you can't get pregnant." 

"You're no fun, Niall." Harry frowns, rolling on his belly. 

"Well, rather than saying unrealistic things why not act on it." 

"What do you mean?" Harry furrows his brows, pulling a pillow close. 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. You have to have a plan, right? Or was going and meeting him at the station all you got?" 

Harry pouts, "That's all I got, actually."

"You're an idiot. I am going to sleep now."

"No, Niall." Harry groans, "Help me." 

Harry hears Niall sigh big and loud, it makes him giggle. 

"Well, I guess you will have to keep going to the station to meet him." 

"How can I keep going back without any reason? It is unnatural, Niall. I told you, I want it to be natural." 

"God, you and your logic. I'm going to sleep, good night." 

"I hate you, goodnight." Harry yawns and presses the red button.

He lays on his back with a sigh, wondering how he can keep meeting Officer Tomlinson without being obvious.

He thinks and think and thinks.

He thinks long and hard until an idea hits his head and he presses his face into the pillow, squealing in excitement.

He can't wait for the morning to arrive.

Chapter Text

The knock on the door has Chief Tomlinson look up, "Come in."

Malik enters, a sly smirk on his face that he surely is having a hard time hiding, "Chief, you have got a visitor." 

Tomlinson doesn't get the chance to ask who it is because Harry uncovers himself, walking past Malik to get in.

"Oh," The thirty-two year old Chief Superintendent is slightly surprised, "Mr Styles, is everything alright?" 

Harry gets closer, standing behind the chair whilst Malik takes his leave. 

"May I?" Harry asks, pointing at the chair. 

"Of course." Tomlinson extends an arm, "Please, take a seat."

Harry sits down, his face neutral. 

It unsettles Tomlinson in the slightest, "How may I help you?" 

"I want to file a complaint against my new neighbour." Harry starts, aggressively fidgeting with his fingers under the table as he continues, "They’ve been living next door for months, and I’ve never heard a peep from them. It’s suspiciously quiet, and I’m concerned they might be up to something.”

Louis doesn't need to know that his neighbour is actually one of his best friends. 

Niall will be so mad.

Harry could see Louis' face going from serious to slight amusement, "Suspiciously quiet, you say?"

Harry nods innocently, "I am just concerned about my safety, I would feel a lot better if I knew who is staying next door. What if they are doing something illegal there?" 

That surely catches Tomlinson's interest, he nods his head, "I understand, that is something to be concerned about." 

The awkward part about this ordeal is that this doesn't really fall under Tomlinson's jurisdiction. He is the Chief Superintendent and he is got a bigger fish to fry, but he guesses it's Harry's first time in a police station.

He doesn't have the heart to correct him on it. 

"Yes, officer. Will you please just come and have a look at it? I mean, I could do it myself but I am scared. What if someone in there attacks me?" Harry blinks, swallowing the lump in his throat for extra effects.

He's not sure if Louis is buying what he is trying to sell. 

"Relax," Tomlinson says softly, "I am sure it will be nothing that you are imagining. I will make a visit. What floor do you live on?" 

Jackpot. 

Harry is grinning so big. Internally, of course. 

“Thank you so much, sir,” The twenty-six year old says, his eyes sparkling. “It's fifth floor, flat five.” 

Tomlinson gives a small nod, “I will visit around two pm tomorrow, if that is alright?” 

“Absolutely,” Harry nods, trying not to lose his neutral face and start giggling and twirling in his seat. 

His plan worked, that too so effortlessly? Ugh, he loves it here. 

“Good,” Chief Tomlinson nods, “See you soon.” 

Oh, this meeting didn't last long. Harry frowns at that.

But, hey! At least Harry successfully got Louis to come visit him at his apartment. A win is a win.

And once Louis is at his place he will surely lure him in and see what's behind that uniform, to unleash the stunning bulge he sees on him. He's definitely hung, given how prominent the bulge seems in the trousers he wears.

Harry drools at the mere thought, wetting the floor. 

“See you soon, sir.” Harry takes his leave, a winning smile on his face. 

It is the next morning and Harry is freaking the fuck out.

What the fuck is he supposed to say to Niall? 

How can he nicely say…

'Hey, best friend. I just filed a complaint against you for not bothering me enough and the officer that I am in love with is coming in for verification.'

How is he supposed to do that? 

FUCKKKKK. 

Harry takes a deep breath in and knocks on the door of his allegedly silent neighbour. The door opens and reveals a tired Niall in his boxers with a brush in his mouth. 

“Hawwy?” Niall says, mouth full of toothpaste. 

Harry groans, letting himself in and plopping on the sofa with his head in his hands.

Niall closes the door and makes a run to the bathroom, rinsing his mouth and face quickly. 

“What is going on?” Niall comes in, fixing his hair as he takes a seat. 

“I filed a complaint against you.” Harry mumbles. 

“You did WHAT?” Niall yells. 

“I had to,” Harry whines. 

“What are you talking about? What the fuck did I do to get written up?” Niall says with wide eyes. 

“I just… you said to find a way to keep going back to Louis so I—” 

“Harry! This is what you came up with?” Niall had to ask because it is ridiculous to hear it outside of Harry's mind. 

“Niall, I didn't know what else I could do.” 

“You're an idiot, did you know that?” 

“Heyy.” Harry pouts. 

“You do realise that this isn't going to work, right?” Niall sighs. 

“Why not?” Harry bites his bottom lip in worry. 

“I was the one who took you from him the night you got drunk, you idiot,” Niall explains. 

Oh.

All of it clicks in place and now Harry wants to die. 

“Fuckkkk.” 

“Exactly, fuck. A fucking idiot.” Niall couldn't help but let a cackle escape his lips. “The lengths you went for this, you surely like him a lot.” 

“So much,” Harry adds, as a matter of fact, sulking on the backrest of the sofa.

Niall takes pity on him, sitting closer and patting Harry's knees. “Don't be upset, we'll make this work.” 

“How?” Harry furrows his brow, “He knows you, Niall.” 

“I’ll call Ed. Tell him to pretend he lives here.” Niall gives him an encouraging smile.

“You would do that for me?” Harry is smiling back. 

“Of course, can't let the pretty officer know how much of an idiot you are so early in the stage.”

“You're mean.” 

The knock on Harry's door comes exactly at two pm. And yet, Harry still gets startled by it, his nerves going haywire all of a sudden.

He quickly gets to the door and answers it. 

And when the door opens… the vision in front of him plays in slow motion, his eyes landing first on the stunning blue eyes, down to the big sharp nose and finally falling to the lips he’d like to kiss until he's struggling to breathe. 

Gosh, Louis is so handsome. 

The way the officer's posture seems so erect, his stance powerful and his aura blinding. His right hand is well secured on top of his handgun sling, and his left hand is tucked on the underside of his body armour. 

Harry finds himself falling short of breath. How will he survive this? 

“Mr Styles,” The charming officer greets, “I almost thought I knocked on the wrong door.” 

In his head, Harry fumbles with his words, and when he speaks it's even worse, “I— you. Sorry, did I take too long? I didn't mean to. Oh, hi! Thank you— for being here.”  

Tomlinson looks a bit taken aback at the stuttering, a small chuckle makes its way out of his lips, “Just teasing and it is my duty to protect civilians, remember?” 

Oh, getting flirty, are we?

Harry blushes pink at that, “Yes, sir.” 

A soft inhale from Louis helps Harry snap out of it. His thoughts are interrupted when he sees Louis' lips move. 

“Shall we?” 

“I am sorry, I didn't get that.” 

“Your neighbour, let us see who they are. Shall we?” 

“Yes!” Harry snaps his fingers, getting his legs moving. He calls out, “Let me just grab my keys so I don't lock myself out.” 

“Smart boy.” The officer compliments, backing away from the door and looking around, “You do that.” 

Smart boy.

The shiver that runs down Harry’s body at that is an out-of-body experience. He doesn't have time to enjoy it though as he makes his way out, closing the door behind him. 

He catches Louis doing a quick surveillance of his floor, his eyes sharp and face stern. 

It's so fucking hot. 

Harry wants to fall on his knees and suck the man until his jaw aches. 

Shaking his head at the abrupt unhinged thought, Harry walks closer towards him. 

“It's that one,” Harry says, pointing at Niall’s door, absolutely not shaking in his shoes. “That's my new neighbour.” 

Officer Tomlinson nods, and Harry almost falls on his face when he sees the sexiest brisk walk ever. 

And that arse in those trousers. 

Good God. 

Packed and loaded front and back. 

How did Harry manage to find this man? 

He shakes himself out of his dirty thoughts when he hears Louis land two firm knocks on Niall’s door. He had told him that Louis would be here by two pm and to bring Ed on time.  

Suddenly, Tomlinson gestures to Harry to move to the side and away from the door.

Harry’s a bit confused but then he understands that Louis doesn't want the neighbour to know that Harry has complained. Such a smart man.

The door opens and there is Ed in all his glory. 

Harry peeks a little and lets out a breath of relief. 

“Good afternoon.” Tomlinson greets, his tone sharp yet polite, “We have had some reports in the area, and I just wanted to get to know everyone here and make sure things are all above board. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Yeah, sure. How may I help? I am Ed, by the way.” Harry can hear the nervousness in Ed’s voice. He feels bad. 

“Hello, Mr Ed. I am Chief Tomlinson. Have you experienced anything unusual around the area, anything we should keep an eye on? Any troubles?” 

“Not to my knowledge, no. I usually don't go out much, work from home, uhm, IT and all that.” Ed answers, his lying skills need a little polishing but he's doing good. 

Then he adds, “Has anyone complained about me or something?” 

Now why would he ask this, Harry tsks in his head. He's going off-script.

“Do not worry, nothing of that sort.” Officer Tomlinson leans closer, his hand placement exactly where they had been since Harry saw him. “We just like to dot the I’s, cross the T’s, you know? So, you are around here most days?”

“Oh, good to know. And yes, sir.” Ed nods, “All seven days.” 

“Sounds good.” Tomlinson allows a sliver of a smile, “If you encounter any suspicious activities, give us a ring.” 

“Absolutely, officer. Thanks.” 

Tomlinson nods and walks away. 

Harry sighs when the door closes. That was fast, Harry didn't expect it to go so smoothly. 

“Nothing for you to worry about, Mr Styles,” Tomlinson tells him, his tone discreet. They walk towards the lift. “Seems like a nice guy.” 

“Thank you so much, officer.” Harry appreciates, then he builds a lot of courage to ask, “How can I thank you for this? Can I please offer you some delicious tea at my place?” 

Please say yes, please say yes. 

“How kind.” Tomlinson allows a small smile to appear on his lips.

Harry might be delusional but he notices that the smile Louis gives him is a lot different to the ones he gives everyone. 

The slight crinkle in his eyes is to die for. 

“But, I am running a bit late and I cannot consume any food from a civilian whilst on duty.” 

That's a fucking bummer. Harry wants to cry about it out loud, but he doesn't. 

“Oh, such a bummer.” Harry frowns with a slight pout. 

“It can be.” Tomlinson sympathises and the lift arrives just in time. 

Harry watches him get in and his heart yearns for him like no other. 

“Goodbye, Mr Styles.” 

“Goodbye, Officer Tomlinson.” 

Malik and a bunch of officers stood outside the station, enjoying the last few minutes of their lunch. Malik abruptly stops his chatter to catch Chief Tomlinson on his way in. 

“Chief, how was your visit?” Malik asks, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. 

Tomlinson nods in acknowledgement and takes a step back to join Malik and the group. 

Everyone greets Chief Tomlinson cheerfully before taking their leave. 

“Nothing suspicious,” Tomlinson tells him once everyone is gone, “The neighbour seemed alright.” 

“Good for young Harry.” Malik nods, tone too teasing for one's good. “I wonder when will he come back to thank you for it.” 

“He is a good lad, already offered tea at his place. Although, I refused.” Tomlinson gives a smile but then he catches onto Malik’s teasing gaze. “You are taking the piss, are you not?” 

Malik couldn't help but burst out laughing, shaking his head and trying his best to stop his hysteria whilst looking around. God, he loves teasing his best friend. 

“When will you grow up, Malik?” Tomlinson laments, so close to rolling his eyes. 

“Come on, Chief.” Malik halts, his breathing slightly laboured from all the laughter. “The bloke likes you, he is just making things up.” 

Tomlinson finally rolls his eyes at that. He's not that full of himself. His best friend on the other hand likes to be delusional, and to be honest it's always harmless. Plus, he enjoys the lameness of it. 

“He was drunk the last time you saw him interact, he is actually a decent boy who apologised for his behaviour.” Tomlinson adds as a matter of fact, “I do not think he is making things up and even if he is, I cannot ignore it.” 

Malik raises his hands in the air, surrendering. A small smile on his lips watching his best friend defend this chaotic boy so passionately, “Was just kidding, Chief.” 

Tomlinson ignores that smile and makes his way in, but not before he turns around to say, “You ought to buy me a drink, I do not take dry apologies.” 

Malik chortles, “You got it, Chief.” 

“It didn't work.” Harry is currently on the floor, pulling on his hair. A whine on his lips, a twisting pain in his chest. “I couldn't lure him into my apartment.” 

Niall shakes his head, “Aren't you going a bit too fast? Also, what did you expect? He comes in for tea and biscuits and then later fucks you whilst on duty.”

“Oh, bugger off,” Harry whines with a yell, “If I don't have a rapport with him how will this work.” 

“You're an idiot.” 

“Stop calling me an idiot all the time.” 

“Idiot,” Niall repeats, and Harry only glares. “You can't build a rapport with someone in a day's time, you have to try harder.”

“I can't keep going back to the station.” Harry pouts. “He won't take me seriously.” 

Niall pouts back, but it's only to tease him, “Ask him out, Harry.”

“It's too soon.” 

“So, you do agree it's too soon.” 

“Shuddaup,” Harry grumbles, his face smushed in the throw pillow. 

Niall cackles, “Look, either ask him out or find a way to be around him.” 

“Are you asking me to join the force?” Harry scoffs.

Niall hits him on the head, Harry winces and throws the pillow on Niall's head. “Niall, I swear to God.” 

It only adds more to Niall’s string of laughter. 

They talk until Niall is repeatedly yawning. Harry finally takes some pity on him and lets him go back to his place. 

Getting ready for bed, Harry can't help but have his mind occupied with a million thoughts.

He is thinking.

He is thinking a lot.

It gets to the point where it starts to hurt his head. 

So, he slows down... and suddenly everything starts to aligns in his head.

An idea occurs and he is on his feet looking for his laptop. 

When he finds it under a pile of undone laundry, he quickly opens it and types in the search bar. 

What are some not-so-serious police reports? 

He knows he is reaching at this point. But, at this point, he shall try his luck in every possible way. He can take risks, but he can't lose his chance with the sexy officer.

The results appear on the screen and they are bleh. 

So, he decides to go through multiple blogs and a plethora of Quora and Reddit reads. 

After half an hour of scrolling through ideas, most of them absurd, Harry finally narrows it to a list he could actually use. Some of the ideas were his own creations, and honestly, he couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous yet adorable they all were.

But to pull this off, he needed a few more things to make the plan believable. Stuff he hadn’t thought about earlier.

So, Harry started listing friends who owed him one, putting them down under the operation...

Gaslight Officer Tomlinson Into Liking Me. 

The next morning Harry made his mission to know as much detail about Louis as he possibly could.

Surprising yet not so suprising at the same time, Louis had little to no information about him on the internet apart from his brave achievements and praises. Which, mind you, was only getting Harry hornier for the older man. 

Anyway.

He still had to figure out Louis' work schedule and he sooner realised that it was a cake walk because apparently his sweet talking works very well on Mr Malik as he was more than happy to spill the details about his Chief. 

Turns out, Louis preferred evening shifts, not always but most times and that was more than enough for Harry. He could easily manage it with his work as he looked after his flower shop during the day and Niall at night. 

This was already going great. 

All that was left now was to convince Louis with his top-class acting skills.

He can do this!

Chapter Text

The doors of Chief Tomlinson’s office flew open with a bang.

Harry watches the man, the myth, the legend with heart eyes as he engages himself in a heavy discussion alongside Mr Malik and a few more officers.

The vibe was intense, and Harry suddenly realised how serious a police station can be.

It's definitely not all fun and games. 

And he is surely planning on playing as many games as he possibly can, and now he can't stop sweating. 

Fuck, should he drop this?

He can't do this.

However, it's too late because, in that exact moment of his internal panic, Chief Tomlinson locks his eyes with Harry's fearful ones.

Oh, God.

He was now excusing himself from the group and making his way towards Harry. 

Harry slowly stood up from his bench, his throat dry. Dryer than the Sahara Desert, if you will. 

“Hello, Mr Styles.” Tomlinson greets, surprised per usual. “What brings you here?”

“Uh, uhm—” Harry nervously fiddles with the corner of his tote bag, suddenly forgetting everything he had rehearsed. The stunning blue eyes were the death of him. “Hi, sir. I wanted to speak to you. In, uhm… private?” 

Studying him briefly, Tomlinson nods with ease. “Sure, follow me.” 

Harry gulps and exhales a quiet breath whilst he follows the older man into his office. 

“Have a seat, Mr Styles.” 

Harry nods timidly, taking a seat as the blue-eyed officer took his. 

Tomlinson gives a small smile, waiting for Harry to say something. 

Harry gulps, again. 

Shit, this is hard. 

“I wanted to report a man. He has been staring at me from his window for days now and it just makes me uncomfortable and is such an invasion of privacy. Will you please come and see what is the matter with him?” Harry finishes in one breath, his hands sweating on top of this lap. 

He should have also googled how many years is given for lying and misleading a police officer because… well. 

“Of course.” Tomlinson asserts. The slight softness on his face from before disappears. Harry doesn't miss the way the sexy officer's jaw clenches.

It's so fucking hot, holy fuck.

“How long has this been going for?” Tomlinson asks, his gaze heavy.

Harry leans on the table, a serious look on his face, “A few days now, at first I thought it was just a coincidence but I catch him staring at me every time and it's chilling, sir!” He exclaims with a slap on the table, “Unrelenting and scary. I’m just a boy who lives alone. I, sometimes... walk around my apartment naked, officer.” 

He didn't have to add that last insight about himself, but there is a clear motive behind his plan and he is not losing it against obliviousness. He is known for being unhinged and unfiltered, he will live. 

“Head to toe.” Harry clarifies with a stern face, dragging his words. 

Harry searches for any indifference on the officer's face but... man, he is a professional. 

With a firm nod, Tomlinson gets up from his seat, almost making Harry flinch and jump out of his. “Let us go and see what is the matter with him.” 

“Now?” Harry scrambles in his seat, standing up. He didn't know Louis would act so fast this time. What the fuck? Warn a guy next time for fuck sake. 

“Yes, this seems rather serious. Negligence cannot be afforded.” Tomlinson informs and rounds his desk, walking out of the cabin. "Come on." 

Harry runs behind him, trying to catch up. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

He hasn't planted his plan on the scene of crime yet, and Louis is making his way out to see something that isn't there. 

Shit.

As they make their way towards the entrance, Malik catches Tomlinson’s eye and underscores the situation immediately, approaching.

“Chief.” 

“Malik, get the mobile ready. You and I are heading out in two.” Tomlinson orders, striding towards the main doors. 

“Got it, Chief.” Malik nods and heads out. 

“And Mr Styles.” Tomlinson turns around, facing the boy who seems sufficiently pale. “Do you need a ride?” 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Harry shakes his head, pointing at his bike outside. “I have, sir. I have my bike.” 

“Good, let us meet at your residence then,” Tomlinson says and Harry watches him head out as well.

“Will do,” Harry calls out and once Louis is out of his vision, he falls on his knees with a frustrated groan. He fishes his phone out of his tote bag and dials Roger.

No answer.

Harry pulls on his hair. 

“No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.” Harry cries, dialling Niall next. 

“Fuck, Niall pick up!” Harry mumbles with frustration, his hands frantically unlocking the bike.

The call connects. 

Finally.

“Hello, Niall!”

“What’s up?” 

“Where are you?”

“The usual, at the shop.”

“I need your help.”

“Of course, you do.” 

“Not the time, Niall!” Harry whines, sitting on his bike, “Please listen to me carefully.” 

“Okay.”

“I need you to go to Roger's place.” 

“Why?”

“Just do as I say, please. Let him know Officer Tomlinson is coming to his place, get all the shit ready.” 

Harry hits the pedal, riding off.

“Just park on the right, that is his building.” Tomlinson points forward, Malik nods and parks the vehicle. 

“Chief.” 

“Hmm.”

“Why do you not tell him that he can report his complaints to the front desk, or I for that matter?” Malik asks, curious. “This is child's play for you, sir.” 

“He seems to be unaware of our whereabouts, and I do not have the heart to correct him.” Tomlinson simply explains, surveying the neighbourhood whilst they wait for Harry. 

Malik tries not to smile, “Very unlike of you, Chief.” 

“Do not start again.” 

“I am just stating what I see, I am not starting anything.” Malik grins when Tomlinson looks his way with a bored face. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

Malik winks at him, then stops. “He is here.” 

Tomlinson turns his head, watching the green-eyed boy clumsily park his bike on the opposite side of the road below a tree. 

He trips while getting down, his tote bag falling. He laughs at particularly no one, picking up his bag and dusting his bum.

The bum that's barely covered with the shortest Adidas shorts Tomlinson has ever seen. 

“That must have hurt. He is quite clumsy, even sober.” Malik snorts.

"Endearing," Tomlinson murmurs to himself, his lips tugging up in a smile. He quickly schools his face once he realises what he is doing. 

“Pardon?” Malik squints his eyes at him. 

“Nothing, let us get moving.” Tomlinson gets out of the mobile. “Malik, you have become quite a talker.”

Malik rolls his eyes, following his Chief closely as they walk towards Harry. “Well, someone has to do the talking.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Tomlinson laments. 

“Mr Styles,” Tomlinson calls, sufficiently startling the biker boy.

“Officer!” Harry places a hand on his chest, looking around. “Sorry, did I make you two wait a long while?” 

“No.” Tomlinson adds, “May you tell us where the man resides?” 

“Of course!” Harry gulps, pointing behind his back, “He lives in this building.” And instead of walking in, he walks away and stares up, pointing his finger, “Look, sir! He is still staring, it's what he does all day long. Look at his old arse!”

Tomlinson and Malik look up, seeing an old man sitting still, slightly covered with beige curtains. It is hard to make out the face as the apartment is on the fifth floor. 

Harry gives them a side eye, then walks towards the entrance, screaming, “Bloody hell, I am pretty but not that pretty to be gawked at, ugh! Men, I tell you.” 

Malik presses his lips tightly whilst Tomlinson can't wait to straighten whoever this man is. 

“Oh, uhm. Hello, Officer. How may I help?” 

Tomlinson looks around first, once pleased with his survey he brings his eyes back on the man in front of him. The man is young and has no resemblance to the old man they saw from downstairs. Could be a family member, perhaps. 

Tomlinson spoke, the blue of his eyes sharp and unforgiving, “Hello, I’m Chief Tomlinson from MPS. We have received a report concerning this apartment. Mr Styles here has mentioned that a man has been looking inside their apartment, and the window seems to be in your apartment. May I know your name?” 

Harry bites his nails behind Officer Tomlinson, feeling a bit nervous every time his eyes catch Mr Malik’s.

Mr Malik surely is catching onto his games.

Harry avoids him, eyes on Roger. 

“It's Roger and um… I live alone, officer. There must be some misunderstanding here.” 

“We saw an older individual sitting by the window, staring directly into Mr Styles' apartment opposite your building. Are you sure there is no one?” 

Roger hesitates, looking at Harry. Harry gives him a look of approval. 

“Oh. I'm sure.” Roger moves to the side, “But, I don’t mind showing you my place if that eases the situation.”

“That would be helpful.” Tomlinson nods, “May we?”

Roger nods, “Yes, this way.” 

Harry breathes, watching both the officers get inside.

Harry enters a few seconds later but gets tugged back by Roger. “That’s a handsome man. Can I have him instead?” He murmurs.

“I will kill you, Roger. He is mine.” Harry hisses at him with a dirty look. However, he couldn't help but squeal. “He is so handsome, isn’t he?” 

“Perfect DILF,” Roger smirks. 

“Oh, lord. I want him.” Harry whines.

'Mr Styles.' He hears Louis call him. 

Oh, they found it. 

“Gotta go, come on.” Harry whispers, then speaks loudly, “Coming, officer.”

'Coming, officer,' Harry repeats to himself with a giggle. He quickly schools his face back to neutral when he sees Louis and Mr Malik standing near the window. 

He could see his house from here. How cool!

Fuck, he left his underwear to dry at the railing. 

How embarrassing!

“Did you find the man, officer? Where is he?” Harry asks with pure fakeness in his voice. He is glad Mr Tomlinson is unaware of his fake tone. 

“He is here, Mr Styles.” Tomlinson sighs and turns around with a life-size cardboard cutout of King Charles lll sitting on his throne. 

Malik coughs loudly, clearly struggling to keep his face straight. 

“Oh,” Harry slaps a hand on his mouth, trying hard not to laugh. He did ask Roger to place a life-size cardboard cutout of some random guy, not King Charles lll. “His Majesty’s got a tiara-ble sense of humour.” 

“The King wears a crown, Mr Styles.”

“Was worth the shot, Mr Tomlinson.” 

Malik chokes on his cough. Tomlinson simply shakes his head. 

Roger comes in next, chiming in to do his end scene, “Oh, my God. I was not aware that I left it near the window. My apologies, that must seem so weird.”

“It is bordering on bizarre, actually.” Tomlinson laments, clearly over it. “Please place it elsewhere, this has been a great waste of all our time.” 

“Absolutely, I will.” Roger quickly picks up King Charles lll in his arms. 

“May you excuse me, Chief.” Malik breathes, trying not to wheeze. 

“Please, if you must.” Tomlinson snorts lightly, watching Malik leave the room. He could hear the faint sound of laughter loud and clear. 

Harry bites his lip at the sound, he surely thought Officer Tomlinson would also find this a bit amusing but his guess couldn’t have been any wrong. 

The man is hard to impress. 

“So, Mr Styles.” Officer Tomlinson walks closer. “It must be a relief knowing it was The King who saw you prancing around naked.” 

Harry feels his cheeks on fire, he looks down. All his confidence down the drain.

After a beating second, Harry dares to look up from his lashes, biting his lips, “Quite relieved, sir.”

“Good.” Tomlinson nods his head, “Well, this was something.” 

Harry blushes harder.

“I will get going.” Tomlinson announces, and Harry feels a pat on his shoulder, “Kindly invest in curtains.”  

“I will, sir.”

“He touched my shoulder, Niall. This is definitely going somewhere.” Harry sighs happily, rolling on his bed in excitement.

“You are such an idiot. I can’t believe you got Roger involved. How did he even agree?”

“He owed me one.” Harry brags, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Insane behaviour.”

“Everything is fair in love, Niall.”

“I cannot wait to meet you in jail. Do not count on me for bail.”

“At least he will lock me up and lock me down on his big cock." 

“Ew, I don't like where this is going.” 

Harry laughs, “Don't you want to know how I want him to cuff me to his bed all night long and make me take it, hmmmmm?” 

“I am hanging up the call.” 

Harry cackles. “Goodnight, Niall.” 

“And then we reach and it turns out to be a cardboard cutout of The King. It was hilarious.” Malik recalls the story for his best mate at lunch. “That boy is something.” 

“Do you think he is trying to knock boots with the Chief?” Detective Malek asks with a laugh.

“One hundred per cent, you should see the look he has on his face every time the Chief speaks to him. He is Lovestruck.” Malik smirks, sipping on his cold beverage. 

“Who is Lovestruck?” Chief Tomlinson’s voice comes from behind, startling both of his best mates. 

“No one.” Malik quips, giving Malek a look with wide eyes. One that says keep your mouth shut. 

Tomlinson takes a seat, the cafeteria half empty. He gives Malik a long look until the black-haired man looks up with a long drawn sigh. 

“Harry.” 

“Malik!” Tomlinson warns. “What did I say?”

“To… not make assumptions,” Malik mumbles. 

Malek bites his smile, watching the two argue.

“Then why is it happening again?” Tomlinson glares, giving Malek the same look.

“I am blameless in this, sir!” Malek exclaims, hands up in surrender. 

“I will refrain myself,” Malik tells him, getting up to leave. Clearly hurt. “My apologies, Chief.” 

Tomlinson pulls him down on the chair right in time, “Keep sitting, do not go all sappy on me now.” 

Malik doesn't look up but he simply nods. 

Tomlinson shares a look with Malek, then gets to his packed lunch, setting it on the table. 

“I guess I will eat all these fish fingers by myself.” Tomlinson lets out an exaggerated sigh, opening his lunch box. 

“Would you like to try some, Malek?” 

“Of course, sir.”

“Go on, they are delicious.” 

Malek takes one, biting into it, “Mhm, crispy and tender…. just the way Malik likes. Is that not correct, sir?”

“That is correct, Malek. It is a waste that he cannot enjoy them with that sulking face of his.” 

Malik represses his grin, avoiding them both.

“More for us, Chief!” 

“Exactly.”

“Not on my bloody watch!” Malik pulls the box away, immediately chomping on one of the fish fingers.

“Done sulking?” Tomlinson smirks, and Malek grins as well. 

“Hmm.” Malik hums around the fish finger. 

“It is for all of us.” Tomlinson points out.

“Consider it your punishment, Chief.” 

“Feisty.” 

Chapter Text

The next few days go by in a blur, a blur of absolute nonsense that Harry flooded the City of London Police with. 

Not a week went by where Harry hadn't had something to complain about. 

Malik was enjoying it from afar, clearly aware of Harry's tactics. Unlike Tomlinson who took each of Harry's complaints with utmost seriousness. 

The boy would do the usual, wait for Louis and then rain him with complaints. 

Week 1

“Sir, I’d like to report my neighbour's dog downstairs. Every time I leave the house, it barks like it's alerting the entire neighbourhood. I think it's trying to ruin my reputation.”

“Are you asking me to arrest a dog, Mr Styles?” 

“It would be great if you could.”

“I must only arrest humans.”

“Bonkers!”

Week 2

“I’d like to report my mailman, Mr Tomlinson. He rings my doorbell and then waits outside my house for a thank you. I appreciate good service, but this is starting to feel like stalking.” 

“Bring him to the station the next time he comes to deliver you your mail or call us.”

“Absolutely, sir.” 

Week 3

“I’d like to report my neighbour for invasion of privacy, they keep knocking on my door to ask what I am doing and if we can hang out together. Also, he keeps giving positive reinforcement every time I carry my groceries up the stairs. I feel like I am under constant surveillance.”

“Well, you mentioned his silence was bothersome before.”

“But now his nosiness is, officer! Please do something.” 

“Alright, lead the way.” 

Week 4

“Sir, someone keeps putting random objects in my mailbox. Rubber ducks, potato chips, once left a shoe. A shoe! I suspect it's one of my neighbours, it is truly getting out of hand. Can I file a harassment complaint?” 

“You may do as you wish, the MPS is yours.” 

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Aww.”

Week 5

“I want to file a noise complaint, sir. My roommate's snoring is so loud it could wake the dead. Can you arrest him for disturbing my peace?” 

“I thought you lived by yourself?”

“Well, I did before! However, now I had to unfortunately allow one. Do you know how insane rent rates are in London, sir?” 

“I am well aware.” 

“Nice, will you come arrest him?”

“Buy him some nasal strips, Mr Styles.” 

Week 6

“I wish to report my garbage collector, sir! Every week, they arrive just minutes before I can take my trash out, no matter how early I get up! I suspect they are playing a game with me or keeping tabs on me. There's something fishy.” 

“Something does smell fishy.” 

“Oh, it's the salmon in my bag. I am making some tonight. I cordially invite you, sir! I make amazing smoked salmon!”

“Thank you, but I cannot.” 

“Missed opportunity, Mr Tomlinson!” 

Week 7

“There's a person at the park, Officer Tomlinson. He keeps giving me unsolicited advice on how to raise my dog. It's starting to feel like harassment, I know what I am doing. This isn't my first rodeo, you know?” 

“Of course, Mr Styles. What do you wish I should do with him?” 

“Please tell him to mind his own business.”

“Alrighty, lead the way.” 

Week 8

“I’d like to file a complaint about the same car that honks every morning at six thirty. It's always the same tune, like some sort of twisted wake-up call. Can you talk to them about using an alarm clock instead?” 

“Meet you at six thirty tomorrow, Mr Styles.”

“You're a lifesaver, officer. Thank you!” 

“As I have been told.” 

Week 9

Tomlinson thinks this one takes the cake. And maybe, Malik was right.

Harry is indeed making these up.

He has to. 

Because, what the fuck. 

“Look at this, officers! Look at these cocks!” Harry groans, pointing at his car that is covered with poorly drawn circumcised penises with some white chalky substance. 

“Oh, damn.” Malik wraps a hand on his mouth, stepping back. 

Tomlinson breathes in and scratches his neck with a slight blush. He shares a look with Malik and Malik is quick to look away, trying his absolute best to not laugh out loud. 

“Every morning I have these cocks drawn on my car. It is such an inconvenience, Mr Tomlinson.” Harry rests a hand on his car, looking at it disappointingly.

“I am sure.” Tomlinson blinks, still quite bewildered. How is Harry this creative? He wonders.

He really wonders. 

“Oh,” Harry shakes his hand dismissively, “I am not homophobic. I don't mind cocks. Don't get me wrong, sir! I love cocks, and love the men that are attached to it.” 

Malik can’t watch this anymore, he turns around and presses his palm harder on his mouth. Unable to keep his composure.

Tomlinson looks around helplessly, lips pressed between his teeth. 

“But, I love them mostly in my hol—” Tomlinson has his eyebrows flying high on his forehead, Malik officially loses it and leaks a chuckle. Harry corrects himself immediately, “Not on my car, definitely not on my car. Phew, I am saying a lot of things.” 

“Oh, you are,” Tomlinson mutters to himself. 

“Pardon?” Harry smiles at him.

Tomlinson likes the way Harry smiles with those big doe eyes and pink lips, so bright and beautiful. 

What?

“Nothing.” Tomlinson clears his throat. “Do you have a suspect in mind?” 

“Could be my ex, who knows what that wanker is up to.” Harry scoffs with an eye roll. 

Tomlinson nods, feeling a bit bitter all of a sudden. Feeling an itch on his palm, one he gets when he wants to punch someone. 

“Do you?” Harry asks.

Tomlinson shakes his head, snapping out of it, “Do I what, sorry?”

“Do you like coc— men, do you like men?” Harry asks innocently. Nothing innocent about it, though. 

Malik sputters and Tomlinson finds his cheeks burning. This boy. 

Lord save him.  

Taking his time glaring at Malik first, Tomlinson inhales before answering, “I do. I am a homosexual.” 

Tomlinson doesn't miss the twinkle in Harry's eyes, then watches his face break into a big grin. He looks way too happy at the given information. 

“Oh, my God! Twins, me too!” Harry chirps, lifting his right hand for a high-five.

Tomlinson reluctantly high fives him back with a lopsided smile and before he could respond, Harry beats him to it. Doing the exact same thing he does every time, retracting his case. “I guess, I can just keep wiping them down. I mean, it's not a hardship to clean these cocks every morning.” 

Tomlinson closes his eyes, this is getting unbearable. He is not sure how long he can keep a straight face.

“I am just a boy, you know? A sweet boy who does get tired rubbing all of these cocks off of my car every morning tirelessly.” 

“Please stop saying cocks.” Tomlinson finally interjects, swallowing, “We will look into it and see who keeps drawing these inappropriate images on your vehicle.” 

Harry bats his eyelashes, a sweet smile on his lips, “Thank you, Officer Tomlinson.”

“Sure.” Tomlinson nods, sparing a glance at Malik whose whole face is red. He needs to leave before his best friend explodes. However, it seems like Harry wasn't done just yet. 

“Isn't it funny how all of them are circumcised?” Harry ponders with a hand on his chin, staring at his car. 

Tomlinson side-eyes Harry, utterly amused, “It is a common stereotype as to how the genital is seen in the public eye.” 

“Are you?” Harry asks, looking curious. 

“Am I what?” Tomlinson questions back, not ready for whatever is coming his way. 

“Circumcised?” 

Malik barks a laugh, finally. 

Finally.

Tomlinson stands stunned in his place, flabbergasted, dumbfounded, completely and utterly gobsmacked. His brain was buffering and refusing to load any appropriate response. What is he supposed to say to this? 

For a man trained to handle deeply disturbing crimes and armed standoffs, this— whatever this is, has completely blindsided him.

On the other hand, Harry is simply waiting for him to answer the question. 

Unfazed and unbothered, not giving a single fuck about what others might think of him. 

“That is quite an inappropriate question—” 

“I am as uncut as the day I was born, sir!” Harry completely ignores him, grinning wide.

What is this boy?

Sighing, the blue-eyed officer gives in, nodding his head, “Same.” 

“We are twinning again!” Harry exclaims, quite excited. 

Tomlinson truly wants to laugh as well. 

Why does he tolerate him and why does it feel so good being bothered by him? 

“I am circumcised, the drawn images truly matches the real thing.” Malik chimes in.

“Malik.” 

“That is fascinating, Mr Malik!” 

Week 10

“It's the finale today, Niall.” Harry smiles brightly at an officer passing by, most of them already knew Harry very well. “I’ll be getting that long-awaited kiss, might ask him out if things go well.” 

“That is not happening.”

“Oh, hush. Don't taint it with bad luck.” 

“Well, I hope he arrests you for the amount of trouble you have given him.”

“I will kill you, Niall.” Harry hisses, then gulps fearfully when a scary-looking officer passes by, giving him a stern look.

“Don't say shit like that at the police station.” 

“I figured.” Harry swallows, “Alright, I will talk to you soon.” 

“Bye, all the best.”

“Aw, thank you. I knew you'd come around.” 

“Doesn't change the fact that you're an idiot.”

“Niall.”

“An idiot in love.”

“Mhm, like the sound of that.” 

“Of course, you do. Now, go!” 

“Byeee.” 

Harry hangs up the call and puts his phone in the pocket of his tote bag. He heads his way towards Chief Tomlinson’s cabin. 

Taking a deep breath in, Harry gives two gentle knocks to the door. 

“Come in.” 

Harry opens the door shyly, letting his head peep in first. 

Tomlinson looks up, a small smile on his face. “It is MPS’s loyal civilian, I see.” 

Blushing a million shades of pink, Harry closes the door and sits down on his seat.

The seat is so familiar to his bum now, it almost makes him shed a tear. He will miss it when all of this ends. 

Keeping the files aside, Tomlinson rests his elbows on the table, giving Harry all of his undivided attention. Per usual. 

“How is your car now?” The silverfox asks, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, gazing at Harry.

Something that has not happened before, it makes Harry's heart skip a beat.

God, he wants to throw up.

He is so happy. 

“Uhm, it's clean. No cocks in sight.” 

Tomlinson bites his lip at the innuendo, sharply ignoring it for their benefit. 

“Good.” Tomlinson runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair, the quiff crisp and sharp as always, “How may I help you today?”

Inhaling a deep breath, Harry gets into his character.

“There is a… lady down the street who catcalls me every time I pass by. It's downright hostile, can you please come and have a word with her?”

Tomlinson tries not to laugh. Another lie, how is this pretty boy so creative? 

“I will, and I would like to have a word with you as well,” Tomlinson tells him and gets up from his seat, his hands reaching for the set of keys on his desk. 

“Me?” Harry gapes at him, pointing a finger at himself.

“Of course, you, Mr Styles. Who else is here?” Tomlinson teases.

“Oh, um. Yes.” 

Now he's going to keep thinking about it until he drives himself mad. 

“Let us go?” 

“Yes.”

They walk out of the cabin and Harry watches Louis adjust his revolver on his slender waist. The way his veiny hands flex while doing so is beyond sexy. 

“Mr Styles, are you with me?” Tomlinson quirks a brow at him. 

“Yes." Harry shakes his head, blinking. "Sorry?” 

“I was asking about your ride. Did you get your bike today?" 

They step outside the station, the cold breeze of London blowing against Harry's shorts. Harry presses a hand on it, soon realising he chose a very short shorts to wear today. Not like he has anything longer than this any way. 

“No, sir.” Harry informs, “I'll be going by tube.” 

“Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?” 

“No, sir.”

“Are you scared?”

“Not really.”

“Great, let us go together.”

“On your motorcycle?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Harry grins, “Nice. But—” He frowns, seeing Louis swing a leg around the vertical seat, settling in. 

“But?” Tomlinson asks. 

“I— I’m not dressed appropriately,” Harry says shyly. 

“What does that mean?” Tomlinson looks at him like he has got two heads instead of one.

Harry hesitates, squirming a little on his feet. “Um, my shorts. They might ride up my thighs if I sit. That's why I came by tube.” 

Tomlinson respectfully takes a look at him, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” 

“Not at all.” Harry adds immediately, “Just, um… don't want to make you feel uncomfortable because people do kinda stare.” 

“If you are comfortable, so am I,” Tomlinson states firmly, handing Harry a spare helmet. “Regardless, if anyone stares at you, they will find themselves locked in the cell bright early in the morning.” 

Harry flushes a deep red from his cheeks down to his chest. 

Fuck, why Louis needs to be so hot all the time! Doesn't he get tired? Ugh. 

Harry wordlessly takes the helmet, clips it on and swings a leg and comfortably settles behind Louis.

“Hold close,” Tomlinson advises before igniting the engine, the motorcycle roaring loudly.

God, it's so sexy.

Harry takes the opportunity with his very willing hands, wrapping his arms around Louis’ waist. Unfortunately, he keeps his hold platonically loose. 

He can't scare Louis away, reaching here has already taken so much effort.

He can't risk anything.

Baby steps.  

The ride was pleasant, and Harry wished it never ended. Alas, it did!

They reach the street and Harry shows him the woman, a frail-looking elderly woman sitting on her porch. 

“Mr Styles,” Tomlinson gives Harry a sceptical look, “That is an eighty-year-old woman.” 

“Don't let her age fool you, officer!” Harry insists, “You have no idea how nasty Miss Lauren’s catcalling is.”

Tomlinson simply shakes his head, fond evident all over his face. 

“Alright, lead the way.”

Tomlinson and Harry approach the old woman and instantly her eyes seem to brighten up upon seeing Harry. 

“Well, if it isn't my favourite tall drink of water! Where are you taking that fine backside of yours today, hm?” 

“See?” Harry gives Louis a wounded look. “Every single day.”

Tomlinson fights a smirk, approaching the old woman with a slight crouch to meet her eye level, “Good evening, ma’am. I am Tomlinson, the Chief Superintendent of MPS. Mr Styles here has raised an issue concerning your derogatory language towards him. Mr Styles here is quite uncomfortable with your comments. Could I ask you to keep things respectful?”

Miss Lauren takes her time, looking Tomlinson up and down with mischief in her eyes. “Well, well, well. Chief Tomlinson, you’re quite the looker yourself. How about you show me that fine figure if Harry here won't?” 

How does Harry arrange these things? It's beyond him. This is ridiculous, he doesn't know if he should laugh or be annoyed. 

“Miss Lauren, I am going to have to insist you keep things respectful. This would be my last verbal warning.” 

Harry feels sweat gathering around his neck, Louis does sound rather pissed than he has ever before. 

Harry and Lauren share a look, and Tomlinson catches the paleness on their faces. 

Miss Lauren simply lets out a theatrical sigh, leaning in conspiratorially, “Only on one condition.” 

“I do not appreciate being challenged, Miss Lauren,” Tomlinson states lightly. “However, go on.”

“You have to give that handsome boy of mine a kiss.” Miss Lauren grins. 

"What are you saying, Miss Lauren Glydia Thompson? How is a kiss even remotely related to this?” Harry exasperates, his eyes comically wide, almost out of the eye socket. 

Tomlinson scoffs, “Oh, really? I have got half a mind to think you two cooked this up.” 

“I am the victim here, Officer Tomlinson!” Harry shakes his head, eyes big and innocent. 

“I am sure,” Tomlinson narrows his eyes, “How do you know her government name?” 

“I— she is infamous for her— her, that's not the point, sir.” Harry stutters horribly, looking at Lauren for help. 

Miss Lauren interrupts, “That's irrelevant. My condition still stands, or else young Harry will suffer.” 

“Well, let us take this to the station then,” Tomlinson adds with an evil smirk. 

“Let's—” Harry looks around frantically, this is not going as planned. Fuck! “Let's— uh, um… I drop my charges, officer.” 

“Oh, do you now, Mr Styles?” Tomlinson asks, his tone teasing. 

“Yes.” Harry looks down, embarrassed. 

“I guess, I’ll keep calling you my handsome lad every time you pass my street,” Miss Lauren interjects, a sly smile on her lips. “Well, you can take your leave then, officer.” 

Tomlinson doesn't move an inch from his place, rolling his eyes as he waits to watch the rest of the scene. 

“Come here, sweetheart. Your shorts are getting shorter every day. Why don't you come closer and show me properly?” Miss Lauren calls for Harry cheerfully. 

Harry almost splutters at that, having a tough time keeping his composure intact. He had asked Miss Lauren to act pervy for him and she is oddly too good at it. But, his plan didn't work. He can't always win, he guesses.

Although, when he gives a side-eye in Louis’ direction he sees that the older man hasn't left his place, his toned arms crossed over his chest. 

“Yes, Miss Lauren.” Harry acts pouty, putting a frown on his face as he gets closer. 

“Alright, I have seen enough.” Tomlinson stops Harry by the arm, pulling him back. “A kiss you say, Miss Lauren?” 

“That is correct.” Miss Lauren smiles, watching Harry glow tenfold beside Tomlinson. What's happening now? 

Harry lets out a high-pitched squeal when Louis pulls him by the waist and gently cups his jaw, his soft lips planting a tender kiss on Harry's right cheek. Absolutely insane how fast it happens. 

Instantly, Harry melts in Louis’ arms, his head dizzy and cheeks red. From up-close Louis’ scent is so strong. Coffee and Tobacco.

Oh, somebody kill him. 

It is so addicting. 

Miss Lauren lets out a delighted cackle, giving Harry a wink, clearly happy with the success of their plan. 

“There.” Tomlinson points at Miss Lauren, “Satisfied?” 

Miss Lauren grins, “Deal, I’ll be on my best behaviour.” 

Harry feels his knees buckle slightly when Louis brings distance between them. Harry mumbles, looking a bit dazed, “Thank you, Mr Tomlinson. Really, I feel… safer already. You've got magic.” 

Tomlinson visibly bites back a smile and gets closer so only Harry can hear what he says next. 

“Next time, Mr Styles, do not get the entire neighbourhood involved in your little stunts.” 

Harry gasps, for real this time. 

Louis figured it out.

Damn it. 

Harry nevertheless brushes it off with finesse, batting his eyelashes innocently, “I wouldn't do a thing like that, officer.” 

Chapter Text

“You look amazing, Harry.” Niall compliments, watching Harry give him a twirl. 

“Took me a week to make it.” Harry smiles, brushing a hand down his torso, feeling the shiny material under his fingertips. 

“Super pretty, is it attached here?” Niall asks, pointing at his torso. 

“Yes, it’s a jumpsuit,” Harry tells him. He quickly grabs a nude lipstick from his dressing table, applying it. 

Niall and Harry were getting ready for the pride parade down the street. It is supposed to be the biggest one in London and Harry can’t wait to celebrate a day he waits the whole year for.

He likes how everyone eases into their element, open and free, celebrating each other without any judgement. He is not going to lie, he feels the happiest around his people, and they make him powerful within. 

Niall is straight, but he would never miss it. He has always accompanied Harry, like the true supportive friend that he is. 

Niall himself is wearing a rainbow cardigan with white pants. On brand and beautiful. 

“You look so cute yourself, Niall!” Harry comes closer and pinches Niall’s cheeks, “I am stealing this cardigan later.” 

“No way, you will not.” Niall shakes his head, making his way out of the bedroom.“You steal one too many clothes of mine.” 

“Niall!” Harry whines. 

Niall ignores his whining, “Come on, we are getting late. Do not forget the flags!” 

The whole city is alive and buzzing, air filled with energy. The streets are flooded with beautiful colours, every shade of rainbow laid out.

People have their best dresses on, their flags waving high, the glitter of their outfits and personalities shining bright like a diamond. 

The music was blasting through these big speakers, the beat of music could be felt in the chest. All the people around were happy, laughing, kissing their significant others and enjoying their time celebrating love. 

The smell of delicious waffles has Harry and Niall distracted, their stomachs rumbling together. They laugh at it and make their way to the waffle stand, the vendor wearing a beautiful outfit with the brightest of colours. 

“Two chocolate waffles, please.” Harry orders, then grins at the vendor as he gives him ten pounds, “Love your outfit, by the way!” 

The middle-aged man has a big smile on his face, “Thank you! Yours is just as lovely.” The sweet man addresses the both of them. 

Harry and Niall thank him in unison and grab their waffles once ready. Harry guides Niall towards a quiet alley, a bit away from the parade. 

“This is delicious. Oh, my God.” Niall moans. 

Harry nods, getting a bit of chocolate on his chin. “So good.” 

“So, Harry.” Niall starts, tone super teasing. 

“Yes, Niall.” Harry mirrors the tone. 

“What are you going to do with your beloved officer now?” Niall wiggles his eyebrow.

Harry scrunches his nose cutely, swinging on his feet at the mention of his LOML. “Welllll… I think he kind of knows now that I am making things up.” 

“No shit, Sherlock.” Niall rolls his eyes, “Took him long enough.” 

“Hey, he is nice and very dedicated to his work.” Harry defends his man, thank you very much. He takes a big bite of his waffle, talking with his mouth full, “He trusts me.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Niall scoffs, “So, what is the plan now?” 

“I will ask him out.” Harry blushes, then grins with all his teeth out. Most of them covered in chocolate. 

Niall gives him a soft smile, “Took you long enough.” 

Harry pouts, “I mean, my plan was to make him ask me out but I guess I will have to do it.” 

Niall sighs, “He is oblivious, isn’t he?”

“God.” Harry groans, “Tell me about it.” 

“I think you should just go for it. It’s not necessary that only he can ask you out.” Niall shrugs his shoulders. 

“Yeah, I was thinking the same.” Harry agrees, “Chances of him turning me down now are quite slim. If I were to ask him out the very first day I went to the station, he would have definitely said no.” 

“That is true.” Niall nods, “I want another one. Do you want one?” 

“Oh, no.” Harry smiles dismissively, “Thank you.” 

Niall nods and goes back to the waffle stand whilst Harry waits in the dingy alley. It smells a bit, Harry scrunches his nose in disgust. 

The sharp scrape of a foot echoes through the alley, snapping Harry’s attention to the source. Harry's a bit startled when a head suddenly appears over the wall behind him, followed by a boy dressed entirely in black vaulting over and landing with a soft thud.

Before Harry can process the scene, two more boys follow suit, leaping over the wall with practiced ease. Now, three of them stand there, their eyes fixed on Harry, as if he is some kind of alien.

Harry pays them no mind and takes his cue to leave when—

“Hey, rainbow boy! Why don’t you come closer and lick my candy? Bet your gay ass would love it.” The boy with yellow teeth standing in the center says with a cocky grin.

Taking a deep breath in, Harry closes his fist and turns around, his head throbbing in rage.

It doesn't take Harry much time to get closer towards the group of boys, who seem to be shorter than him. It's embarrassing how easily he can loom over them.

“Say that again.” Harry glares, leaning in slightly.

The boy with yellow teeth hesitates for a second, before barking out a chuckle. He looks at his mates, “The gay boy is deaf too, look at his fucking arse in women’s clothes talking like a man—” 

Harry spits in his face. 

“Did you just spit in my face, you little bitch.” The boy seethes. 

“I did.” Harry smiles cunningly, “What are you going do about that, cunt?” 

The boy wiped his face and bolted towards Harry. Harry caught him just in time, but the squirming knobhead managed to jab his elbow into Harry’s mouth.

Brushing away the pain of his now busted lip, Harry went ahead and put the boy in a tight headlock. 

The other two boys fearfully made a run for their life, leaving the boy with yellow teeth behind. 

Harry pushes the boy against the wall, hard. “I will not hesitate to hurt you like the man I am. Do not tempt me.” 

“I am sorry-y.” The boy sobs pathetically, “Please, I am so sorry. Let me go.” 

Taking pity, Harry pushes him away with disgust, giving him a chance to run. 

“You better not cross my path again, you slag.” Harry points a finger at him, his eyes low as he stares at the scared boy. 

The boy quivered, apologising profusely as he ran for his life as well, pushing Niall on his way out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with people?” Niall scowls at the running boy and then brings his attention back to Harry. “Harry, what the fuck happened to your face?”

“It’s nothing,” Harry mumbles, caressing his busted lip. “Let’s go home.” 

“What are you talking about?” Niall yells, “Your mouth is bleeding, what happened?” 

“Three boys jumped over the wall, saw me, and made a few nasty comments.” Harry sighs, “So, I spat in the boy’s face and he jumped me. I got an elbow to the face in the fight. Nothing serious, let's go.” 

“Fucking cunts.” Niall hisses, quickly taking a few steps back to go and catch that bastard. 

Harry ran behind Niall and held him back. “No, Niall. Stop, please. He took more damage than I did, scared him shitless and made him apologise to me. Leave it, please.” 

“But—” Niall starts. 

“No buts. I said to drop it, please.” Harry makes it clear, dragging Niall with him. “Let’s go home.” 

“Okay, Harry.” Niall lets him. “Let's go.” 

They walk down the street silently, looking for a cab. 

“Harry.”

“Niall.”

“I know you said to drop it…” Niall begins, avoiding Harry’s glare, “You should report it to Louis.” 

“I don’t want to bother him.” Harry’s gaze softens a bit. 

Niall rolls his eyes, “I think you have bothered him enough for him to not mind it anymore.” 

Harry ponders, then sighs. “I guess, you’re right.” 

“I am always right, you idiot.” 

“I am not an idiot!”

“Malik, get everyone in the briefing room in ten minutes.” Tomlinson orders, going through the Giggle Pig drug case. He points at the file, “Also, ask Malek and Wright to update me on this.” 

“You got it, Chief.” 

“Good.” Tomlinson nods, closing the file and leaning back on his chair. 

Malik gives a sly smile. 

“What is it, Malik?” Tomlinson laments, waiting for whatever nonsense that is cooking up in his best friend’s brain. 

“It has been a while since young Harry has made a visit.” Malik makes a point, then adds with a smirk, “Did you not kiss him well?” 

Sighing, Tomlinson gets up from his seat and rounds the oak table, sitting on the edge of it.

“Zayn.” Tomlinson breathes, his gaze soft. "What do I do?

“Zayn? At work?” Malik straightens his posture, looking up. “Oh, it is serious.”

“I miss him.” Tomlinson smiles dreamily, his mind running a reel of the beautiful boy with the prettiest green eyes one could ever have. How he misses the kind boy with a dirty mind. 

“Woah, pause.” Malik stands up, hands up in surrender, “I am not ready for this.” 

Shaking his head at Malik’s antics, Tomlinson crosses his arms across his chest and waits for him to calm down. 

Malik takes three quick deep breaths in and then out, he stares at Tomlinson. “I think I am ready.” 

Tomlinson scoffs, “Are you sure?” 

“Hundred per cent.” 

“Good.” Tomlinson puckers his lips, thinking, “You think it is okay for me to ask him out?” 

“Okay? It is brilliant, Louis! He would be on cloud nine, are you nuts?” Malik grins, quite excited for his best friend who has finally decided to take his head out of his arse. 

“Are you sure he likes me?” Tomlinson asks, his tone doubtful. “Maybe he is only infatuated by me.” 

Malik is pacing around the cabin, very close to exploding. “Have you ever seen his face when you are around him? He glows like the sun! When you touch him he is nothing but a blushing mess. If that is just infatuation then I do not know what love is.” 

“Love?” Tomlinson gasps, eyebrows high on his forehead. “You are going a bit too fast, Zayn.” 

“And you, my friend, are going slower than a turtle!” Malik exasperates, “He has been trying to get your attention for several months now, the longer you take the chances of losing him increases, Louis.” 

“God forbid.” Tomlinson finds himself worrying, and that hits him hard. He would hate it if Harry didn’t want him anymore. That would be so unfortunate. 

Malik’s lips curl into a smile at seeing his best friend worry at the thought of losing Harry. He is so happy for him. Louis doesn’t look after himself anymore, always caught up in work or intensely looking after the squad and the city. Never paying attention to himself.

He had tried countless times to set Louis up with someone, hoping he’d finally have someone to come home to, but with how picky Louis is, it has always been a hardship. 

But now, seeing him fall for someone as pure as him is so rewarding.

“Do not think too hard, Louis. You are the only one coming in your way.” Malik pats his shoulder. 

Tomlinson smiles ruefully, because it's true. 

“You are correct.” Tomlinson agrees, “I think I should ask him where he would like to go—”

Their conversation is interrupted with a soft knock on the door. 

“Come in.” Tomlinson calls out. 

The door opens rather slowly... as if the person behind it was hesitating. Tomlinson stays patient until a head peeks out. 

Harry. 

It’s Harry. 

Harry ducks his head shyly, as if he's trying his best to make himself smaller. 

But what truly froze Tomlinson is the state Harry was in.

There is blood on his face.

A busted lip.

Tomlinson's breath catches in his throat, his blood racing in his veins. He shares a look with Malik. 

“May I?” Harry smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes like it usually does.

It leaves a heavy weight on Tomlinson’s chest. He presses a hand on his beating heart, not liking it one bit. 

“Of course,” Tomlinson shakes himself out of the trance, standing quickly and rushing towards the door, bringing Harry in. Malik follows.

“Hi.” Harry softly greets them both whilst taking a seat. 

“Hello, Harry.” Malik gives an uneasy smile.

“Malik, can you get me my first aid box from the grey cabinet there.” Tomlinson points out, crouching down and taking a better look at the busted lip. “Are you okay? Who did this to you?” 

Harry goes cross-eyed at the proximity, the blue of Louis’ eyes getting darker. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, worry all over his face. 

He wants to keep staring at him. He is so happy knowing Louis worries for him like this. 

“Harry?” 

Harry swallows the growing lump in his throat. This is the second time Louis has called him by his name— the first being the night they met, a moment he has never forgotten.

“Yes?”

“Are you having a concussion?” 

“No… no.” 

Malik brings the first aid kit, and Tomlinson quickly puts the box on the table and rummages through it, grabbing a piece of cotton, some antiseptic and an ointment. 

“Harry, you cannot keep doing this!” Tomlinson lightly reprimands, dabbing the antiseptic on the busted lip, watching Harry flinch at the pain. “Did you actually hurt yourself on purpose to be here?” 

Harry blushes horribly at that, he could see himself doing this too. Truly terrifying how gone he is for Louis. 

“No, no. Not at all.” Harry immediately clarifies, “I did get into a fight this time.” 

“How?” Tomlinson asks, and it is a second later Harry realises that the blue-eyed officer is sitting on his knees, in between Harry’s legs as he puts a small dollop of ointment on Harry’s bruised lower lip.

Malik quietly stands behind Tomlinson, waiting for Harry to fill them in. 

The attention makes Harry feel a bit overwhelmed, he looks back at Louis. “I was at the pride parade, having a good time in my pretty outfit as you can see. Do you like my jumpsuit, officer?” He tries to lighten the mood.

And it works because Malik gives his usual amused smile whilst Tomlinson simply looks at him. Something different in his gaze, something warm. Harry likes it a lot.

Tomlinson gives a once over, seeing how gorgeous the boy looks in his sparkly outfit. He hadn’t noticed it before, too worried about Harry’s busted lip. His soft and plush lips bruised so poorly.

Bruised red and purple. It is boiling his blood. Who the fuck did this to his boy?

Nevertheless, Tomlinson hides it well with a genuine smile on his face and Harry sees stars, it's slightly bigger than the usual ones. He can't explain how rewarding it is, a true progress, “I do, you look pretty. However, please stay on the topic. How did this happen?” 

“Thank you.” Harry bats his eyelashes, then gets serious once he sees Louis patiently waiting for him, “Right, so…. me and Niall stood in a dingy-looking alleyway eating our delicious chocolate waffles, right? Then, wait— do you like waffles, sir?”

“I do, please continue.” 

“Nice, I’ll ask Niall to get you one.” Harry smiles, “Anyway, so we are eating and they are so good Niall goes to get another one.”

Tomlinson and Malik try to keep their faces straight. Harry is a bit too cute even when he's giving an official statement. 

“So, he goes. Then, guess what?” Harry leans in.

“What?” Tomlinson asks with a serious face. 

“Three boys around the age of twenty-five, I think? I am not sure— are your knees not hurting, Mr Tomlinson?” Harry asks instead, pointing at the bent knees. 

“Oh,” Tomlinson looks down, he hadn't realised he was sitting on his haunches this entire time, so occupied with Harry. 

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Fuck.

He feels a tap on his shoulder, “Here, Chief.” 

Malik pushes a chair towards him. 

“Thank you, Malik.” Tomlinson sits on it, eyes back on Harry. “Go on, please.”

“Yes, so the three boys jumped over the wall, landing on my side and I saw them and I knew that they would cause me trouble. So, I simply started walking away. However, I stop dead in my tracks when the boy with yellow teeth starts speaking.” 

Harry takes a pause then. His face was sour, teeth grinding.

“It is okay, you can tell me.” Tomlinson says softly, but his eyes sink low when he asks, “What did he say to you, Harry?” 

“That dickhead said.” Harry starts with big angry eyes. However, he snaps out of it when he realises that he was literally giving a statement to an official. “I'm sorry for swearing.” 

“I allow it, do not worry.” Tomlinson encourages, “Go on.”

Harry nods. “He said, ‘Hey, rainbow boy! Why don’t you come closer and lick my candy? Bet your gay arse would love it.’ Like I would suck his nasty cock, you have no idea how yellow his teeth were, sir!” 

Tomlinson clenches his jaw, his grip tightening on his thigh. “Did he say something else?

“Yes. I was fuming, sir! Fuming! Anywho, I got closer and leaned in because his dirty arse was like what five four?” Harry scoffs, “Anyway, I lean in and I say— ‘Say that again.’ So then that bitch boy goes, ‘The gay boy is deaf too, look at his fucking arse in women’s clothes talking like a man.’ Now he hit a nerve, sir.” 

Tomlinson wanted to do nothing but bash the said boy’s head. How dare someone say this to Harry. His sweet sweet Harry.

“Then, I spat on his fucking face,” Harry smirks. 

“Great move.” Malik interjects, “The best way to humiliate someone without violence.” 

“Exactly,” Harry grins, then gets serious, “I spat on him and the knobhead got irritated as fuck saying ‘Did you just spit in my face, you little bitch.’ And I said, 'I did… what are you going do about that, cunt?’” 

Tomlinson couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I knew you would like that.” Harry points his finger at Louis' smile, “Then shit gets intense, sir. He comes running towards me and I catch his arse right on time, but that shithead was squirming in my hold and I ended up taking an elbow to my mouth. Although, I put him in a tight headlock and pushed him against the wall. Both his friends ran for their lives after that.” 

“Great defence. A headlock puts a person in a vulnerable situation.” Tomlinson comments. 

“Exactly, sir! You always get it. There is more, though.”

“Go ahead.”

“Once I get him against the wall, I press him hard and say, ‘I will not hesitate to hurt you like the man I am. Do not tempt me.’ How is that?”

Malik claps, and Tomlinson lets him.

“Good one, Harry.”

“Thank you, Mr Malik.” Harry grins.

“That was quite a heroic move.” Tomlinson compliments.

“Right? Knew you would like that too.” Harry blushes, then continues, “Then his sobbing arse goes, 'I am sorry, please, I am sorry. Let me go’ so I let him go. Only because I am nice and not evil like him.” 

“Should have dragged him to the station,” Tomlinson tells him, “We would have straightened him.” 

“I may seem confident now, but... at that time I was quite frightened, sir.” Harry confesses quietly. 

Tomlinson does not want to imagine a frightened Harry being beaten and humiliated because of who he is or what he identifies as.

As it is only making him angrier and the urge to search that motherfucker and beat him down to a pulp intensifies. 

“You were brave and confident. You did the right thing defending yourself, do not ever underestimate the power of holding your defence.” Louis tells him, “Now with a worry-less mind, go home and rest. I will take care of this on a priority basis. You are in safe hands, Harry. Always.” 

The butterflies go haywire in Harry belly, it's breathtaking how protective Louis is. “Thank you, Mr Tomlinson. Means a lot to me.” 

“Louis.” 

“Oh.” Harry shyly tucks a piece of curl behind his ear, his heart thrumming oh so loudly in his chest. “Thank you, Louis.”

“You are most welcome.” Louis voices gently, “Do you want me to drop you off? 

“Oh, um, my friend Niall is waiting outside. I will go with him, no worries.” Harry assures him. 

“Good.” Louis nods, “Before you go, if you could just complete a few formalities and let me know which alley this happened at and street name as well."

“Of course.” Harry nods, “But, sir! I didn't tell you what I told him before he ran away.”

“I am listening.”

“I said, 'You better not cross my path again, you slag.' Nice, eh?" 

Louis and Malik both clap this time, “Proud of you.”

Harry grins and pretends to bow, happy. “Thank you, Louis.” 

“Ahhh, Niall.” Harry sighs, “He finally let me call him by his name.” 

“Seems like the magic worked.” 

“It sure did.” Harry shivers in delight, “He seemed different, it felt so warm. Don't call me a delusional idiot but the way his face went rigid when I told him about the assault. He looked one step away from leaving his cabin to go find that jerkface.” 

“Well, you are delusional and an idiot.” 

“I said not to call me that, Niall.”

“Let me finish. You usually are delusional and an idiot but you are not this time. I saw the way he looked at you when you were saying goodbye to him. He had this fondness all over his face and the way he repeatedly told you to take care of yourself and apply the ointment periodically. My friend, I am ecstatic to say that you have successfully accomplished your mission. That man is yours!” 

“YAY! Oh, my God!! I am so happy, I have wanted nothing more in my life. This is all I ever wanted.” 

“Don't cry, Harry.”

“Happy tears, Niall!” 

“Alright, let it flow!” 

Chapter Text

“Good evening, Chief.” The squad greeted in unison, waiting for their Chief to start the briefing. 

“Evening, squad.” Tomlinson gives a nod, standing on the podium, “Let us start the briefing. Malek and Wright, I can see there has been some development in the Giggle Pig case.” 

“Yes, Chief.” Detective Malek stands up, “We have found a lead named John Warwick who may directly be linked to the chain. After tapping him closely, we noticed that his usual meet-up spot is the Shaw’s Club. There is also a rumour going around about a shipment at Westminster Pier. Hundred kilos of Cocaine.” 

Tomlinson stands with his hands in his pocket, eyes sharp. 

“Good work.” Tomlinson comments, “You and Wright will go undercover and keep an eye on his movements tonight. The whistleblower’s chit seems valuable, but we need concrete evidence before taking further steps. One weak link and the whole thing falls apart. Keep your eyes open and ears sharp. Back up. Tactical unit, you are our breaching team. John Warwick could be a potential hazard, and we cannot take risks. If Malek and Wright get jumped, you go in, calm and controlled. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” The voices come in unison. 

“Dismissed.” Tomlinson gives a curt nod, his eyes landing on Malik, “Malik, a word.” 

“Chief.”

“Did you get the surveillance footage from the alleyway like I asked?” Tomlinson looks around, watching everyone leave in order. He appreciates the discipline. 

“Yes, Chief.” Malik stands with his hands behind his back, “Charles Cowell is the suspect, matches the face shown in the footage. Age twenty seven. Lives with his family. Father and one brother. Has a consistent record of harassing people in his neighbourhood, specifically catcalling. All towards queer people, a massive homophobe. Some of his neighbours are terrified of him, mention him to be a bit erratic so they keep their silence.” 

“Need to put an end to his erratic behaviour, then.” Tomlinson takes a deep breath in, his eyes low, “He has messed with the wrong person this time.” 

“That he has, sir.”

“Hmm, great work.” Tomlinson gives a loud pat on Malik’s back, “Always on point and consistent. 

“I have learned from the best, Chief.”

“Flattery is the food of fools, Malik.”

Malik laughs, “Unbelievable.”

“Alright, let us initiate the arrest tomorrow. I need you to bring in Harry as well for the verification. Clear?”

“All clear, Chief.” 

A knock on the door startles Harry out of his meditation. 

“COMING.”

Harry quickly puts his robe on and opens the door, “Mr Malik, what a surprise?”

“Hello, Harry.” Malik greets with a smile, “Chief wants you down at the station, for verification of the suspect.”

“You guys found him already? It has only been a day!” Harry says with big wide eyes. 

Malik grins, “Chief made it a priority.” 

Harry blushes, falling for the blue-eyed silverfox even more. “Can I get ten minutes?” 

“Of course.” 

“Can I bring my friend Niall with me?” 

“That is no problem.” 

“Great.” Harry smiles, and then he shouts, “NIALL!”

Malik flinches, covering his ear. 

“Oh, I am so sorry! He is my neighbour.” Harry flusters, moving aside, “Please, come in.” 

Malik simply nods, entering. “Chief said your neighbour’s name is Ed. Is it not?” 

Suddenly, Harry feels the earth move beneath his bare feet. He gulps, “Um… about that.”

Malik shakes his head, an easy smile on his face. “It is okay, I figured your tactics long back.” 

Harry stands there, horrified. 

“Harry, why the fuck are you screaming for?” Niall comes in, closing the door. 

Harry stares at thin air, lost in thought. 

“Harry!” Niall waves a hand in front of his face. 

“He is a bit shocked.” 

“WOAH,” Niall screams, turning around and finding a gorgeous-looking officer standing in Harry's living room. He breathes a soft, “Hi?”

“Hi, I am Officer Zayn Malik.” Malik extends a hand for Niall. Niall shakes it with a slight waver.

“Niall, I am fucked.” Harry whines, falling to his knees. 

Sitting on one of the benches, Harry and Niall wait to be called inside. Harry violently chews on his nails. 

“Zayn will not say anything to him and I am sure Louis already knows,” Niall reassures. 

“But, I will look like a liar. Louis trusted me.” Harry frowns. 

“You are a liar, idiot.” Niall facepalms. 

“Niall, please,” Harry whines. 

“It’s going to be okay, relax.” Niall gives an encouraging pat on Harry’s left knee. 

“Harry, please come in,” Malik calls out from the door of the interrogation room. 

Harry stands on wobbly legs, “Yes.” 

Niall gives him a thumbs up, “Don’t worry.” 

“Come with me, please.” 

“I don’t think it is allowed.” 

“It is okay.” Malik interjects, “Both of you can come in.”

“Thank you, Mr Malik." Harry breathes, “Come on, Niall. Let's go.” 

“Chief will be here any minute.” Malik informs and stands in the corner, “In the meanwhile, you may see the suspects.” 

All of this is so nerve-wracking, Harry had forgotten in all his goofiness how serious a police station actually is. 

“Sure.” Harry nods, looking at them through the see-through glass. He can already see the boy with yellow teeth standing with his head down, looking quite beaten up. Good, Harry wondered. His friends were standing there too. “Can they see me?” 

“They cannot, do not worry.” Chief Tomlinson’s voice comes from behind as he enters the interrogation room. 

Niall and Harry both turn around, staring. 

“Only you can see them.” Tomlinson further clarifies, “How are you today, Harry?” 

To say Harry is mesmerized is an understatement. Louis looks delectable as always, especially today with his police hat on. Harry could only mutter a small, “Hi.”

Tomlinson smiles and it is so strange yet so good. The man has started smiling big around Harry and Harry has no idea how to handle it. “Hi, are you okay?” 

“Fantastic,” Harry says, and he means that about that fantastic smile on the silverfox’s face. 

“You would be the first person to feel fantastic in a police station.” Tomlinson comments whilst taking his hat off, giving it to laughing Malik. Niall chuckles as well. 

Harry gapes, fuck. He keeps messing things up. “I- uh, no. I meant—”

“I am only joking,” Tomlinson reveals his grin. “You look like you shit yourself there.” 

OHMYGOD.

The grin just slapped Harry in the best way possible. So bright, so cute. 

Harry wants to die, he is so happy. 

“Your smile is so pretty,” Harry says slowly, bewitched.

It is Tomlinson’s turn to blush this time, he looks away. He makes sure Malik gets a glare from him in the meantime when he hears a soft coo. 

“So, Harry.” Tomlinson diverts the conversation, “Please verify the suspect for us.”

“Yes.” Harry snaps out of his daze, eyes back on the mirror thingy. “It's the one on the right corner. Bitch boy with yellow teeth, motherfucker.” 

“Quite a foul mouth you have got there.” Tomlinson points, a smile tugging on his lips. 

“I’m sorry—”

“Cuss him out as much as you like.” Tomlinson doesn’t let Harry apologise, “He deserves the worst, and he will.” 

“Thank you, sir!” Harry charges forward, banging a hand on the mirror, seething in rage. “You cunt, I hope your fucking pillow is hot as fuck when you sleep at night. I hope your heater breaks down when you enter the shower. I hope no one fucking sucks your dick, you bitch.”

Harry kicks the wall beneath the mirror, head throbbing, “And I hope your co-”

“Okay, Harry.” Niall steps in, pulling the angry boy away. 

Tomlinson stifles a laugh in disguise of a cough, looking back to see Malik losing his shit per usual. 

“Niall, I was not done.” 

“I think him going to jail will be enough of a punishment.” 

“What?” 

Harry stares at Niall like he confessed to a crime. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“He is going to jail?” 

“What did you think would happen in a police station, Harry?” 

“But—” Harry looks beyond disgruntled, he turns around and walks closer towards Louis, “Sir, uh, Louis. Is he going to jail? I thought he'd be just warned?” 

Tomlinson looks a bit surprised himself, “Technically, yes. First, we will verify and move this further, and complete the paperwork. Then the case will go to the court for sentencing. The judge will decide what would be ideal, sentencing or a heavy fine, as the offender here has committed a hate crime against your sexual orientation, against the LGBTQ+ community. He has been doing it with others as well, mostly catcalling, but he does have a criminal record in other stations. A warning is not sufficient or ideal in his case anymore.” 

All of that information hits Harry hard, he was not expecting such big things. He thought that… what did he even think? Of course, he reported the boy so he would be punished. It’s how the law works.

“That is unfortunate.” Harry mumbles.

“Most of the things in life are, Harry,” Tomlinson says softly, his heart full seeing Harry feel so bad about it even though he's the victim. Such an emphatic boy. Pride fills his chest. He rubs a gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder. “But, we must punish who wrongs others. Now it is catcalling, later it would be a physical assault then murder. You never know, it is best we prevent it before anything awful happens to someone else. People like us already go through tremendous discrimination and hate, so it is good to remove some. Do you not think?” 

Harry nods, “Yes.”

Malik and Niall look at them with a soft smile. 

“I’m sorry, I just... feel bad for him.” Harry looks down. He feels his eyes water, he tries his best to not cry but a sob punches out of his chest regardless. 

Tomlinson is quick to gather the boy in a hug, Harry easily letting him, tightly wrapping his arms around the toned waist. “You are okay. There is nothing to apologise for or for you to feel bad about.” 

Running his fingers gently in Harry's curls, he lets the boy continue to sob against his chest. He looks around and finds Malik and Harry’s friend Niall looking at them with worry and fondness. 

Tomlinson smiles, gesturing to Malik to give them some space. “Take Mr Niall with you, show him how interesting our cafeteria is.” 

Malik playfully scoffs, taking Niall with him. 

“Will he be okay?” Tomlinson hears Niall ask Malik.

“Chief is with him, he will be okay,” Malik responds with ease. “What is your favourite snack? I am sure we do not have it.” 

Tomlinson chuckles to himself because it is true, the options are beyond limited in there. 

“Harry.” Louis tilts his head, trying to find the sweet boy’s face that is pressed against his chest. He could see the pink nose peeking through, so cute. “Are my badges not hurting you?”

Harry shakes his head, pressing his face deeper, his grip getting tighter around Louis. Louis lets him, his heart breaks a little when he feels the wetness of Harry’s tears seep in. 

Such a soft boy. Louis wants to embrace him forever. Be there for him all the time. Just the thought of it makes him smile wide. 

“You are a kind-hearted human.” Louis whispers, holding him close, “Kind-hearted people feel for others more than anyone else. Be proud, cherish it and never apologise for being you.”

He hears Harry sniffle, his voice muffled when he speaks, “You are making me cry even more.” 

“Okay,” Louis laughs, “I will stop talking now.” 

“No, it’s nice.” He hears the curly-haired boy say. “Continue, please.”

Louis has crinkles by his eyes with how bright his smile is, “Can you please show me your face?” 

Harry nods, pulling away. 

The sight leaves him breathless, to say the least, the green orbs of Harry’s eyes seem a few shades deeper, his cheeks a rosy pink and his plushy lips swollen. He looks so worn out. His poor boy. 

“Big tears.” Louis teases whilst caressing both his thumbs under Harry’s watering eyes, erasing all the tears. “Are we feeling okay?” 

Harry nods mutely. 

“Such an empathic boy.” Louis gives a toothy smile, ruffling the brown curls of the sweetest boy he has ever met. “A very good boy.”

Harry looks down again, blushing red and pink. A wide smile on his face, the praise healing him within. 

Without thinking, Louis reaches out and softly touches one of Harry’s dimples. “Oh, you have got one of these cute ones.” 

“They're dimples!” Harry lights up, a soft smile on his cherry lips. “Of course, you know they're dimples— ah, I am rambling again. I meant yes, I have dimples. Do you like dimples?” 

“I find dimples quite beautiful, so yes.” Louis smiles brightly, leaving Harry stunned in his place. 

“I’ll— I'll most definitely keep smiling then, so you can see them often,” Harry says with a wide smile, melting Louis’ oh-so-poor heart. 

“How considerate of you, thank you.” Louis lets out a lovely chuckle at that, his left hand coming up to rest on Harry's lower back, “Would you like some tea? I recall one pending from the first time I visited your apartment.” 

“You remembered?” Harry stares, his gaze soft and a bit lost. The touch did absolutely nothing to help him stay focused. 

“Of course,” Louis says easily, “I also know your neighbour’s name is not Ed, and that your friend Niall is your neighbour.” 

Harry groans when Louis laughs wholeheartedly. He tenderly pulls Harry out of the interrogation room and into his cabin. 

“How do you like your tea?” Louis asks, bringing the tea tray that he keeps in his office towards the desk. 

Harry licks his lips, watching Louis place the tea tray down in front of him, sorting the cutlery, “Lots of milk, no water and two teaspoons of sugar, please.”

“Jesus Christ.” Louis chuckles, adding two teaspoons of sugar to Harry's cup, then milk, then the tea bag. 

“What?” Harry pouts, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the oak table. 

“That is a whole lot of milk and sugar.” Louis offers the cup to Harry, placing a spoon on the saucer. 

Harry takes it with both hands, the cup nice and warm. He pouts harder, mixing the sugar with the given spoon, “I like it sweet and milky.” 

Louis smiles, “Just like you, so it makes sense.” 

Oh.

Harry's heart melts down to a puddle. 

“So sweet, mhm— thank you,” Harry says behind his cup, trying to hide his flaming blush.

“I am sure it is sweet.” Louis grins, again. He lifts his hand to show two fingers, “There are two teaspoons of sugar in there.”

The absolutely spectacular show-stopping grin makes its appearance once again. 

Lord, he wants to kill Harry.

Confirmed. 

“No, uhm…” Harry clears his throat, avoiding Louis’ gaze. “You’re sweet, is what I… um, meant.” 

“If it is coming from you then it must be true.” Louis continues giving him deadly smiles, sipping on his tea, “Do not go outside saying it though, people will not believe you. Might even call you crazy.” 

Harry will never get tired of Louis' teasing, he is just the perfect portion of clever and lighthearted. A true blessing to have in a policeman. 

“History shows people who say the truth are called crazy, I am fine living that life.” Harry bats his eyelashes, delicately sipping his tea.

“Again, brave,” Louis tells him, a sparkle in his eyes. “I like it.”  

“Thank—”

There’s a knock on the door. 

Tomlinson looks at the door, his face impassive once again. “Come in.” 

Niall appears on the other side, “Hi!”

“Come in, Mr Niall.” Tomlinson welcomes him in.

“Oh, thank you. I didn’t mean to intrude but I kinda have to go back to the shop. It's peak hours now.” Niall smiles, ”Just wanted to check in to see if Harry is staying or if he wants to come with me.” 

Harry wants to stay, he wants to stay here forever. However, he dragged Niall to the station, the least he could do was give him company while going back. 

“I’ll come outside, give me a second,” Harry tells him.

“Of course, I’ll wait for you,” Niall says, closing the door on his way out. 

Harry gets up and so does Louis, “Thank you for everything, sir— uhm, Louis.” Harry titters, “It’ll take me a while to get used to calling you by your name.”

“You are welcome.” Louis nods, “And we have plenty of time, you will get to practice.”

Harry rolls the end of his tote bag in between his fingers, a blush on his face as he walks towards the door. Louis follows behind.

“I will see you again?” 

“You most definitely will, I am sure there must be some made-up incident waiting to happen once you reach home.” 

“Stopppp.” Harry groans again, “I will properly apologise for it.”

“What does ‘properly’ entail?” Louis quirks a brow, tone suggestive.

Or maybe Harry is hearing things. Is he? He thinks he is not. Maybe, he is. What if he is not? Ugh. 

“You will have to wait to find out.” Harry smiles innocently, opening the door. 

“I can wait.” Louis gives him one last big smile. “Bye, Harry.”

Oh… my God.

“Bye, Louis.” Harry waves back with a grin. 

“Be safe.”

“I will, thank you.”

“Oh! His flirting, Niall!! Left me breathless.” Harry sighs dreamily, “I don't know how to meet him anymore.”

“Just ask him out, Harry.” Niall yawns, entering the tube. 

“I don't want him to think I am being too forward, though.” Harry pouts, looking around for a seat. 

“You are already too forward with him, you have talked about cocks, bouncing on cocks and everything cock with him. I think he will live.” 

“God, I forget how honest you are at times.”

“It is the Irish in me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Did you ask him out?”

“I did not.” 

“I did not.” Zayn mocks him, annoyed. “I do not understand what you are waiting for?” 

Louis lifts his drink and takes a long sip, the whiskey burns on his tongue. He fucking hates whiskey, he is doing this to torture himself. 

Also...

What is he waiting for? 

It's not that he doesn't want to, if you ask him— he's quite literally dying to and he was going to ask Harry out when the two of them were having their alleged ‘tea date’ as Zayn likes to call it. But, he overthought and chickened out. 

He is sure Harry will not reject him, it’s just that he wants to do it at the right time. Harry was already going through layers of emotions that day, he couldn't just add his feelings on top of it all. It would have overwhelmed the sweet boy. 

Patience is key. 

Always.

“I did want to, Zayn.” Louis puckers his lips, then sighs. “I did not want to overwhelm him. He had already cried, my heart broke into pieces.”

“Bloody hell.” 

“Now what is it?” 

“You love him.” Zayn pushes his glass aside, eyes levelled with Louis, “You are hopelessly in love with him! ‘My heart broke into pieces’ mate, are you hearing yourself?” 

Louis clicks his tongue. He may love Harry, maybe a lot. What is the problem with that?

“Is that a problem?”

Zayn widens his eyes in exaggeration, shaking his head, “Yes, you are the problem.”

“What did I do?” Louis pouts, something he has learned from Harry. 

“You keep missing chances to ask him out, it will not overwhelm him. For god sake, just do it.” 

“You are better to talk at the station, you take full liberty outside. Always giving me an earful. I do not like it.” 

Zayn cackles, “That is what best mates are for.”

“Yeah, right.” Louis laments.

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“Stop stealing the cookies, Niall!” Harry screams for the fourth time, “I made you a different batch, that is for Louis.” 

“Why can't I have this? Is there Viagra in it? Is this your ultimate plan? To fuck with his cock ecosystem so he is desperate for you.” 

“What are you talking about? Cock ecosystem? What the fuck?” 

“Wow, so this is how it feels to wibble out the oddball.” 

“You are the oddball.”

“Whatever you say, oddball.” 

“Ugh,” Harry groans, taking his apron off, “I want to thank him, so I made cookies. Happy, you curious bitch?” 

“Yes,” Niall gives a sly grin, “Already feeding him so good, what are your intentions?”

Harry stares hard at Niall for a good ten seconds, then tucks a strand of curl behind his ear, blushing and smiling, “To have his babies.”

“Knew it!” Niall shouts, “Anyway, where are my cookies?” 

Harry points at the oven, brushing off the flour from his shirt, “There, clueless cunt.” 

Niall gives him the bird. 

Harry gives one back and gets back to packing the delicious cookies in a brand new tupperware. 

“Do you think he will like it?” 

“If you gave him mud he’d eat that too, mate.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Yes, idiot. It means he will enjoy anything you give him because he loves you.” 

“He doesn't love me.”

“Oh, you have no idea how he looks at you.”

“You're not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Never, babe.” 

“Love when you are nice to me.”

“Go get your man now, stop dawdling.” 

“Blonde cunt.”

Taking a deep breath in, Harry once again enters the City of London Police building. This has surely become his second home. 

Well, his home is in there so… yeah.

He gives himself a shudder at the cheesiness. 

Moving on. 

The station seems slightly quiet, Harry adjusts his tote bag on his shoulder when it starts to fall. The tupperware is heavy, he really outdid himself with the cookies. 

He hopes Louis likes sweets. 

God, now he is worrying about the wrong thing. 

Standing in front of Officer Tomlinson's cabin, Harry thinks twice before knocking. He is not here to complain and he has got something he is not sure Louis would like.

Before his brain explodes, he lands two knocks on the door.  

‘Come in.’ 

Harry exhales and pushes the door to find Louis in a pair of black spectacles, intensely reading a file in his hand. He looks so sexy, Harry tries not to drool all over the floor.

Louis hasn't looked up yet, so Harry takes the decision to invite himself in, closing the door behind. 

“Malik, I am quite busy so if you could kindly make this quick.” 

“Uhm, it's Harry!” 

Harry flinches a bit at how fast Louis snaps his head up. That must have hurt. 

“Harry,” Louis repeats dumbly, setting the file down as he gazes at Harry for a second or two. But then, a switch flips inside his head and he snaps out of it. Louis stands up and smiles oh so big. “So nice to see you.” 

It's Harry's turn to stare this time. The smile blinded him for a moment. 

“Hi!” Harry remembers his manners, smiling. “Nice to see you as well, Louis! I can come back later if you're busy, it's no problem.” 

“Nonsense. Sit, please.” Louis insists, picking up the files he had scattered all over his table. “I was occupied with all this paperwork, I thought Malik came in to say something. My apologies.” 

“Oh, that’s okay.” Harry waves it off, sitting down on his beloved chair. His true partner in crime. 

“Your lip is healing fast, very good,” Louis observes. 

“Oh,” Harry touches his lip, a soft hue of pink splashes on his cheekbones, “Yes, I took care of it like you asked.” 

“Always the obedient one.” Louis smirks, “However, does that mean you would not have if I had not asked?” 

“Depends,” Harry puckers his lips, pretending like that obedient comment didn't shake his world to the core, didn't make his cock throb to the tune of wedding bells ringing in his ear. “I like listening to you.” 

“Good, you should.” Louis smiles, then asks, “How may I assist you today? I cannot wait to hear whatever you have made-up.” 

“Louis.” Harry whines, a pout on his lips. “I am not always lying, you know?” 

“Oh, I know.” Louis laughs, “So innocent.” 

Harry flicks his imaginary long hair, “A true angel.” 

Louis’ smile drops, his gaze soft, “An angel, indeed.”

Harry looks down, blushing shamelessly whilst he contains his smile between his teeth. He sees his bag, then remembers. “Oh.” 

“Oh.” Louis mimics back.

Harry melts in his seat, quickly looking up to see Louis cheesing with all his teeth out. 

This man is killing Harry. 

He is shortening his life expectancy by half. 

“I came here to give you something, actually,” Harry tells him, eyes still not meeting Louis' as he digs into his tote bag, pulling out the tupperware full of handmade cookies.

Handmade with love, if you will. 

“Did you now?” Louis folds his hands together on top of the table, watching Harry fight with his bag.

Adorable.

Louis thinks Harry is adorable. 

“Here,” Harry violently takes it out and lands it on the desk, “For you.” 

Pulling the pink tupperware towards him, Louis takes his spectacles off. “What do we have here?” 

“Cookies, I made them for you.” Harry babbles, “As a thank you for always being there for me, especially the last couple of days. It means a lot. I mean— I do bother you a lot, so an apology is also due. So, this is both a thank you and a sorry. I am truly sorry for lying as well and I am extra sorry if you hate sweets. Oh, God— do you? I should have asked before, this is bad.” 

Louis stops inspecting the box, his eyes stuck on the gorgeous boy who's rambling on and on about apologies, appreciation and his food choices.

He finds his heart beating a bit faster, the urge to get up and kiss those lips gets irresistible.

Oh. 

Louis is in deep trouble. 

He wants Harry— desperately, achingly, with every fiber of his being. He wants all of him, he wants his laughter, his touch, his presence, everything that makes him Harry. 

God, he loves this sweet boy. 

His sweet sweet boy.

“How sweet of you.” Louis finds himself blurting out, his hands holding the box of cookies for dear life. “Thank you and you do not have to apologise, it was truly harmless and fun at times. Although, I would love to know the reason behind it. And do not worry, I love sweets.” 

Harry sits back, his hands sweating. 'I would love to know the reason behind it' is running in his mind in a fast circle. What should he say? That he loved the man since he laid his eyes on him? How he wants to bounce on it and not stop until he is plump with his babies?

No way he can confess all that, that would be embarrassing. Would it? It would, wouldn't it? Fuck. 

Harry opens his mouth a couple of times, unable to frame a coherent sentence. He breathes in and finally, finally, mutters a soft, "I did it because I, uhm, I… like—” 

A loud knock on the door has Harry flinching. Louis sighs at the door, then says, “Come in.” 

“Chief, my apologies but there is an urgent situation that has come up. Everyone is in the briefing room waiting for you.” 

“I will be there in a minute.” 

Malik nods, then sees Harry. “Hi, Harry!”

“Hi, Mr Malik.” Harry greets back.

Malik smiles and closes the door. 

“Duty calls.” Louis sighs with a tired smile, stacking the files neatly with one hand, the other hand still holding the box full of cookies. 

“The city needs you, officer!” Harry cheers him up, but then again he remembers something and takes the box of cookies back, “Oh, shit.” 

“What happened?” Louis stops his I-need-to-waste-time-to-stay-with-Harry-longer fiddling with his files, staring at his empty hand that once held the precious cookies. 

“I forgot you don't eat anything given by a civilian whilst on duty. I’ll wait outside the station until your shift ends. I am so sorry, it completely slipped out of my mind—”

“Harry.” Louis calmly interrupts the rambling boy.

“Yes?” Harry halts, panting. 

“It is completely fine, you're a civilian but no longer a stranger,” Louis emphasises the no longer a little too hard, making Harry burst into happiness. He continues, taking the box back, “It is okay, you can give it to me.” 

“Give it to you, officer?” Harry says teasingly, his voice high-pitched. 

Louis rolls his eyes, biting on his smile. “Go home, Harry.” 

Harry giggles, and it is the best thing Louis has ever heard. He watches him get up, slinging the tote bag on his shoulder with elegance. 

“Your wish is my command, officer,” Harry says before turning around and walking towards the door. 

“That was a command, Harry,” Louis tells him fondly. 

Harry stops at the door and turns around, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously, “Oh, my apologies, officer.” 

He could hear Louis’ laughter even outside the office. 

Mission (halfway) accomplished. 

“Did he ask you out?”

“No, Niall.”

“Did you ask him out?”

“N-O, Niall.” 

“God, you two are so annoying.”

“Eat shit, Niall.” 

“Did you ask him out this time?” 

“Malik, you came in between us before I could.”

“Is that an indication of a ‘No’?”

“What else could it indicate?”

“Jesus, you are hopeless.” 

“Bugger off.” 

It's the next day, the sun shines exactly like it does every day; it doesn't. It is London, baby. It's raining lightly and Harry lets out a big awful sigh as he gets down the tube and makes his way towards the station. 

What will he say today when he reaches the place? Fuck, he should have gotten another batch of something tasty. Brownies. He should have gotten brownies, damn it.

Shaking his head in shame, Harry enters his second home and finds a bit of a rush. Brushing past it, he takes long strides towards Chief Tomlinson's office and stands in front of the door. 

The door that takes him to his crush, but it's also the door that keeps them apart. Ugh, life. Harry grimaces. 

He takes a moment to ground himself as always before knocking on the door. Harry is adamant about asking him out and getting a yes or asking him out and getting a no.

He truly hopes it is the first one. 

He’d die if it were the second one. 

‘Come in.’

Harry ruffles his hair quickly, brushing off the raindrops before opening the door. He opens it suspiciously slow, and this time Louis is actually looking at him. Harry is about to greet him when he watches the exact moment Louis lets out a loud laughter out of nowhere.

Harry furrows his brow, a titter in his voice. “Hi…?”  

“I was talking about you just minutes ago,” Louis explains, but it doesn't really explain why he is laughing in Harry's face like this. Harry doesn't care, he loves the way Louis sounds when he laughs. If he is laughing at Harry, so be it. “What has happened now?”

“Oh, nothing.” Harry scratches the back of his neck, tapping his foot nervously. 

“I am sure there is something you would like to share, enlighten me.” Louis chuckles, softly this time and gestures a hand towards the seat. 

Harry nods and takes the seat, “I just came here to ask about the cookies. Were they good?”

(Partial truth, Harry is working on his pathological lying. Give him a rest, he is just a boy.)

Leaning back on his reclining chair, the stunning silverfox gives Harry a long stare, analysing him. The smile is permanent on his lips. 

Harry finds it super cute. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm,” Louis slowly nods, leaning on the table now, dangerously close to Harry's face. “They were delicious. Finished it all by myself, did not share any.” 

Harry's breath hitches a bit, his blinking catching speed. He mumbles a quiet, “Happy to hear that, sir.”

The ‘sir’ came out by accident, he swears. It has nothing to do with his constant need to be praised, how he craves affirmations, or how he could beg all day long to be coddled and dominated by a much older man. 

Especially one with blue eyes. 

A smirk spreads on Louis’ lips, his eyes slightly darkened. Sadly, it is quickly taken away from Harry. 

Giving an innocent smile instead, Louis simply pretends to ignore all that sexual tension. God, he is good. Harry wonders. 

“Is there anything else you want to tell me, Harry?” Louis asks.

Harry hasn't moved an inch and it hits him, he recoils a bit. Blinking his eyes a few times. 

“Oh, um.” Harry coughs in his hand, shaking his head, “That was all.” 

“Alright.” Louis doesn't push further but he doesn't stop looking at Harry. 

Harry feels the gaze shoot right to his cock. Why is Louis looking at him like that?

“I... should go?” Harry ends up asking instead of telling Louis. 

“Is that what you want?” Louis questions, amused. 

“No?”

“You tell me, Harry.” 

Harry once again gets lost in the blue eyes, what was the question again?

“What would you like to know?” 

Chuckling, Louis rests his chin on the palm of his hand and simply takes all of Harry in. The beautiful boy behaving oblivious has to be the cutest thing ever. Louis has to give him credit for that. 

“You do not give up easily, do you?” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” Harry bites his lip, his fingers coming up to pinch the plumpness of his bottom lip, a dull pain present. 

Taking one last glimpse of Harry, Louis starts searching for something, opening the drawer and rummaging through it. 

He takes a small notebook out, pulling his fancy pen (that Harry is sure costs a lot) from his uniform’s front pocket. 

Harry feels a bit of drool gathering on his lips when Louis clicks the pen and starts scribbling something down in the notebook. The way his fingers flex while doing so… oh, Harry wants those fingers doing that on his body next. 

He disguises a shudder with a soft cough, absolutely transfixed on the soft smile that is playing on Louis’ lips as he writes something in the next line. 

Harry wonders what he is writing and what has caused him to suddenly do it in the middle of their chat. Harry would call it rude but honestly, he would let Louis do worse so it's fine. 

Once done, Louis straightens his back and tucks the pen in its place, sliding the paper towards Harry.

First, Harry looks at him confused.

Second, he reaches for the note utterly confused.

Third, he opens the note absolutely confused. 

At first glance the words are jumbled in his head, then he focuses and the words start to make sense. 

Circolo Popolare.

40-41 Rathbone PL, London, W1T 1HX.

Tomorrow- 8 pm, sharp.

Louis x 

Harry brings the note close to his face... is this what he thinks it is?

“My handwriting is not that unreadable.” Louis frowns jokingly. 

“No,” Harry shakes his head, “No, no. It's beautiful. I just… you…”

Louis waits, a curious look on his face.

“Are you asking me out?” Harry asks dumbly, his jaw on the floor. “You gave in?”

A look of relief washes over Louis’ face, and a huge grin appears right after. “I have never met a person as persuasive as you and I am openly admitting that you have successfully persuaded me. I cannot let you out of my grasp now, can I?” 

The shock of Louis’ words hits Harry physically as he properly sits back, the note pressed tight in the grip of his fingers. The revelation is astonishing, he did not expect to get what he planned and wanted. 

Granted, he outdid himself but the reward is groundbreaking. Three months of hard work, a million lies, and a gazillion feelings later he fucking achieved what he wanted. 

Oh, my God.

He could faint. 

“Harry, are those tears in your eyes?” 

And asking that just opened the damn flood right there. 

Harry throws his head back and lets a sob out. 

“What—” Louis stands up and rounds the table, utterly shocked. Fuck, this is why he was worried that he would wrongly read Harry's infatuation as likeliness towards him. He turns Harry's chair and sits on his knees, “I am so sorry, I think I have misread—” 

“No,” Harry cries harder, a soft hiccup escaping his lips, “No— you… I tried so hard. You have no idea! I fucking did it, I waited so long for this day. I was— was gonna ask you out, but you asked me first like I wanted. I am so happy.” 

Louis stares at the crying boy in slight disbelief, the watering eyes being the death of him. However, he couldn't help but chuckle in plain relief. The boy is simply happy, he is so happy he is crying. Wow. 

How can Harry be this precious? How is this even possible? 

God, he wants to kiss him stupid. 

“I am sorry that I made you wait this long,” Louis admits remorsefully, resting his hands on Harry's knees, caressing them softly. “Stop your crying, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart!” Harry once again throws his head back and sobs hysterically, “Oh, Louis! You're killing me.” 

Louis gives a wet laugh, a few tears gathering in his eyes as well. “If you wish to continue crying, I might as well join you.” 

Harry looks down, his crying simmering down to soft sniffles when he sees tears in Louis' eyes. He has never seen Louis vulnerable before. He has such a strong personality, his no-nonsense approach is unbreakable so seeing a police officer like this on his knees crying is not a sight everyone gets to witness. 

But, now he has broken that wall and gets to have this sweet version of Louis that no one else gets to have. Oh, how he could keep crying!

He brings his hands to Louis’ face, wiping that one tear away with his thumb. He blinks his wet lashes, trying to clear his vision, “Hate seeing tears in your eyes." 

Louis laughs softly at the consolation, but it catches in his throat the moment Harry cosily wraps his arms around Louis’ neck. 

“Thank you.” Harry sniffles and presses his face against the collar of Louis’ uniform shirt. “You have made me the happiest boy.” 

Louis smiles against Harry's curls, they smell so sweet. Apples, they smell like apples. “So have you. I am beyond happy that I decided to raid that gathering of yours.” 

He feels Harry shake with laughter on his shoulder, he rubs the back of Harry's head tenderly. “Got to meet the most precious boy ever who turned my life upside down. Have you not?” 

Harry nods his head, retracting his face back to look at Louis. He grins proudly, “I have!” 

Louis guffaws at that, shaking his head. “Pure menace!” 

“A nice one, though!”

“One hundred per cent.” 

Harry blushes, rubbing a hand down his face to erase all the tears. He can't believe he cried like that. “I don't have snot on my face, do I?” 

“You do not.” Louis shakes his head with a smile, he points at his desk. “There are tissues on the table.” 

Harry takes a few and blows his nose, “Feels nice.” 

“I’m glad.” Louis admires him with his soft blue eyes, “So, we are meeting tomorrow, yes?” 

“I will camp outside…” Harry grabs the note again, squinting, “Circolo Popolare. Hm, sounds fancy.” 

“Nothing but the best for the best boy.” 

“Killing me, Louis! Killing me!” 

Louis laughs, getting up and patting Harry's head lovingly. “Do not actually camp outside, Harry.”

Harry frowns, “But—”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. No ifs and buts, be ready by seven thirty I will come pick you up.” Louis makes it clear, sitting down in his seat. 

“You will come pick me up?” Harry asks with doe eyes. 

“Of course, what do you take me for?” Louis teases.

“A true gentleman!” 

“Good!” 

Suddenly, Harry jumps up from his chair, “I need to make preparations.” Harry tells him and moves towards the door. “Oh, my God. This is the best day ever.” 

“Go home safe, Harry.” 

“I will, Louis.”

Once he closes the door to Louis’ cabin, Harry mutely screams in his hands. His happiness is uncontainable, he can't help it. 

“Hi?” 

Harry looks up, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

Malik looks at him all amused, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Chief asked you out?” 

Nodding his head, Harry claps in excitement. 

Malik joins him too, “Finally!” 

“I am so happy, Mr Malik!” Harry sighs dreamily. 

“I can imagine, Harry.” Malik tells him, “And please, call me Zayn.” 

“That is a gorgeous name!” Harry chirps. 

Malik laughs, “I will let my parents know!” 

Harry giggles, “I better get going, I need to go shopping, be all pretty and stuff.”

“Impressing the Chief, eh?” 

“Always!”

“All the best.” 

“Thank you, Zayn.”

Banging his fist repeatedly on Niall’s door, Harry finds it mid-air when Niall finally opens it.

“You wanker! I was in the bathroom, couldn't you wait?” 

Harry grins, inviting himself in and pushing past Niall. “Oh, Nial, Niall, Niall.”

“What has happened now, drama queen?” Niall asks, closing the door and crossing his arms across his chest. 

Harry digs inside the pocket of his shorts and pulls out the note, opening it and showing it to Niall. 

Niall looks at him weirdly. “What is that?” 

Harry shoves the note in his face, pointing his forefinger at the words. 

Niall reads it. 

Then it clicks.

“He asked you out?” Niall asks, jaw slacked as fuck. 

“YES!” Harry jumps, tackling Niall to the ground. 

“OH, HARRY!” Niall lets him, laughing.

“You did it, you lovesick idiot!” 

Chapter Text

Harry leans on his balcony, peeking in Niall’s. 

“IT'S SIX THIRTY, NIALL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” 

“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND, HARRY!?”

He had called Niall to help him select an outfit for his date tonight with Louis like fifteen minutes ago.

You see, he went a tad bit crazy while shopping and got a bunch of stuff he is now unable to choose from. Way too many options, his brain has officially stopped working. 

Now, he is sitting on the floor, head in his hands and a frown on his face. 

“You are just overthinking, he is going to take it off of you later in the night anyway. What is the fuss?”

Blushing a splash of pink, Harry lifts his head and sees Niall sitting beside him.

“How did you open the door?” 

“I have a key to your house, silly idiot.” 

“Oh, right.”

“Harry, pick an outfit. All the ones you have laid out here look nice.” 

“Just nice?” Harry asks, a bit shocked. He sighs when Niall glares at him. “You really think he is going to fuck me?” 

“Fuck me? Horrible language. How about we start with the term ‘making love’?” 

“Niall, you’re so annoying.” 

“You have rubbed off on me.” 

“You don’t want me rubbing on you.” Harry smirks, then adds, “Trust me.” 

“Ew, you are such a whore.” 

“You have rubbed off on me, I guess.” 

“I am not helping you.” 

“No, I am sorry. Please, choose one.” 

Niall lets out an overbearing sigh and gets up, trying to have a better look at the outfits that were laid out on the bed. He picks up a green cardigan with some yellow daisies embroidered on it.

“How about this one?” 

“I don’t like the way it looks anymore.” 

Niall picks a jumper with a house made on it, two hearts coming out of the chimney. “This one?” 

“Got the wrong size, need to exchange it.” 

Sighing, Niall picks another shirt that has 'Safe Sex' written on it, two figures holding each other's cocks. He laughs before saying, “This has to be the one” 

“No.” Harry whines, “I love it but it's a bit too forward for now plus it doesn’t go with the vibe of the restaurant.” 

“Now you need to match the vibe of the restaurant as well? Grow up, Harry.” 

“Niall, you are making this process very hard.” 

“Hard.” Niall chuckles. 

Harry throws a pillow at him. 

“Alright.” Niall ducks his head right in time, “I think we have a winner here.” 

“Which is it?” 

Niall picks up a cashmere light blue jumper, with a print of a chick coming out of its eggshell, 'Mon Petit' written over it. “This one! Pair it with your brown trousers.” 

Harry observes the jumper for a second, a smile growing on his face. “A cream button-down underneath!”

“Exactly. It’s a pretty colour.”

“Thanks, it is inspired by the blue of Louis’ eyes. The colour is called Louis Blue.” 

Niall stares at him for a long time.

“Oh, you gave me the chills.” Niall visibly shudders. 

“Good ones?” Harry grins.

“Bad ones! You’re so corny.” Niall scrunches his face in pure disgust. 

“Hey, I would say it’s cute.” Harry pouts. 

Niall shakes his head with a serious face, then grins. “It is quite clever actually, I am jealous of your mind sometimes.” 

Harry giggles whilst walking towards his closet. “I knew you were just a bitter bitch beneath that innocent face.” 

And if he gets a flying jumper hit the back of his head, he probably deserves it. 

“Hello?” 

“Niall, I forgot to give Louis my number!”

“Well, this date is already going shit.” 

“How will he contact me?” 

“Isn’t he coming to pick you up?”

“Oh, yeah. I completely forgot that he knows my address.” 

“Idiot boy! ‘Hi… yes… tulips are that way, to the left’. Stop overthinking, Harry.” 

“I will try! Is there a rush at the shop?”

“A bit, but nothing Ed and I can't handle. You enjoy your date.”

“Thank you so much. Wish me luck.” 

“All the best, dude. Don't fuck too loud because you know our walls are thin. I don't want to hear you scream Daddy or something.” 

“I don't have a daddy kink.” 

“Honestly, quite surprising coming from you.” 

“Goodbye, Niall.” 

“Goodbye, Harry. Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

The knock on the door makes Harry jump ten feet in the air, but once he lands back on earth he sprints towards the door.

Then he stands and nervously stares at it. 

He looks down at his phone, clicking the lock button. 

7:30

Damn, his man is punctual. 

He inches closer and touches the lock, slowly unlocking the door and once he opens it completely, he takes the risk and looks up.

To his absolute fucking surprise there he is, the man of his dreams, the protagonist of his wet dreams to be accurate, the husband in his beautiful married life, the father of his future babies— it's Louis Tomlinson.

On the other side, Harry stays frozen in his place, taking in Louis. He truly can't believe that Louis is wearing… casuals. 

A white knit polo shirt with some sexy black trousers. Goodness, his soon-to-be man has got some immaculate taste.

To be honest, Harry doesn't know how to react to this brand new information like a normal person would. Sue him for never getting a chance to see Louis in casuals before today and honestly, it should have been that way because this is criminal.

This an offence, an offence against Harry’s mental and sexual well-being.

Harry wants to ditch this fucking date, pull this man in and do unspeakable things together. 

“Hi, Harry.” Says the stunning man right in front of his eyes, his hands behind his back as he stands in his ever-so-proper posture. 

Harry feels his knees buckle, he holds the door frame tightly until his knuckles turn white. 

The next thing he notices is that Louis has the fluffiest salt and pepper hair, he is not in his usual sleek quiff. He has it ruffled up and paired with his sexy brown stubble.

He is very sure he saw a few greys in them as well.

Oh, Lord. 

“Hi.” Harry manages to whisper shyly, beyond dazed and bewitched. Jaw quite literally on the floor. 

“You are shy outside the station, it seems.” Louis chuckles, tilting his head, his eyes clearly checking out Harry. “Looking pretty, as always. I like this colour on you.”

“Thank you, you as well.” Harry blushes, an embarrassing titter in his tone, “The colour... it's you.” 

“It's me?” Louis looks at him with a lopsided smile, confused. 

“It's um…” Harry fiddles with his fingers, nervous. “It's the colour of your eyes, and it's also called Louis Blue. It's been my favourite colour since forever, even before I met you.” Harry raises his hands in surrender, “I swear, I am not a creep.” 

Oh.

Harry never fails to leave him intrigued. The green-eyed boy is simply too precious for this world. Louis wasn't even aware that there was a colour named after him. 

How does Harry make his heart skip a beat so easily? 

“How endearing.” Louis manages to tell him, feeling a bit shy himself, his gaze soft, “You are such a sweet boy, Harry.” 

Harry feels a flutter in his chest at the way Louis’ eyes shine. Incredibly happy knowing he is the reason for that shine. 

“I try my best, officer.” Harry giggles, “You can thank my mum.”

“I surely owe her a lot of compliments,” Louis whispers like it's a secret, watching Harry blush a bright pink. “Ready to go?” 

Harry doesn't say anything back, his eyes glued on Louis’ torso. The way the shirt is slightly sheer because of how white it is, Harry can see the shape of Louis’ waist, and the black trousers covering a big bulg—

“Harry?” Louis waves a hand in front of Harry's face.

“Yes?” Harry asks, still ogling shamelessly. 

“You are staring,” Louis says with a chuckle. 

“Oh,” Harry snaps out of it, “Sorry, I just… I have never seen you without your uniform before. I am having a hard time...” 

“Looking away?” Louis completes the sentence for him and looks down at himself, a smirk threatening his lips. He looks up, a wiggle in his left eyebrow, “Do we like it or are you into the whole uniform thing like you are about handcuffs?” 

“Stoppp.” Harry screeches, remembering the horrors of that drunken night. 

“Do not worry, I find it intriguing.” Louis laughs wholeheartedly, revealing a big bouquet of sunflowers from behind his back. “Sunflowers for my sunflower. Not as gorgeous as you, but they will have to do.” 

Harry’s shocked reaction is enough to bring a smile on Louis’ face. Harry accepts the large bouquet with his shaking hands. The big bouquet literally covered his entire upper half.

He has to bring the bouquet down to look at Louis. “This is so beautiful, Louis! Thank you. How did you know I love sunflowers?” 

With a wolfish grin, Louis unabashedly crosses his arms, “It is not just you who can find insights about people, you know? I have my sources.” 

“Ah!” Harry hides his red face in the sunflowers, smelling them. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” Louis smiles, “Shall we go?” 

Darling.

Louis loves using pet names, and Harry couldn't love him more for loving them and for using them on him. 

“Yes,” Harry nods enthusiastically, “Can I quickly go and put them in the vase?” 

“How thoughtful, you do that. I’ll wait here.” Louis goes back to his policeman pose, hands behind his back as he observes the architecture of the building. 

Sprinting inside, Harry hastily grabs the vase from his kitchen island and fills it with water, quickly tucking the sunflowers in. Once done, he hugs the flowers one last time, letting out a muted scream of excitement before he runs back to Louis. 

“I am here, I am here. Sorry, it took a while.” Harry says hurriedly, locking his door. “This thing never works when I want it to work, ugh.”

“No need for apologies, we have plenty of time,” Louis says with ease, stifling a laugh when he sees Harry fight with his lock. He stands closer, taking the keys from Harry’s hands. He whispers conspiringly, “Why not try doing it slower, sweetheart?” 

Sweetheart.

Harry gulps, feeling a chill run down his spine when Louis’ hand touches his. He nods unnecessarily, letting the man take control. 

With one click, the lock sits in place and Harry blinks in disbelief. That lock has never locked itself in just one click since he got the house, Harry has to always fight with it first. 

Louis brings his fist up against the door and gives it two powerful bangs. The thudding echoed in the hallway, “All locked.” 

Harry exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Why was that the fucking hottest thing ever? 

“Shall we?” Louis holds a hand out for Harry.

Harry nods dumbly, taking the stunningly strong hand in his soft ones. His eyes sparkle when he sees all the tattoos on Louis’ right arm, “You've got tattoos? I love tattoos! I have plenty myself.” 

“Is that so?” Louis quirks a brow, pressing the button to the lift. “How many have you got? I have around fifty, I believe.” 

The lift arrives just in time, they get in. 

Harry squirms a bit when he feels Louis drawing circles with his thumb, his hold gentle yet firm. Oh, how Harry could die so happily!

“Same! I have many on my arms and legs, and some big ones on my torso.” 

“I have got one chest piece myself.” 

Harry subtly wipes the drool from the seam of his lips with his free hand. Louis can't get any hotter.

A chest piece?

This is killing Harry.

They reach the ground floor, the doors open and they get out.

“Can I see it?” Harry blurts, then feels a blaring heat rise to his cheeks when Louis turns his face to look at him. Harry titters whilst backtracking, “Not like right now— like, uh— later? Shit, I am saying a lot of things again… phew.” 

Louis watches him with soft eyes, he truly adores this blabbering boy so much. 

“Hmm, I am sure I can arrange that.” Louis smirks, “Would you like to be on my lap when you see it or beneath me when I am on top of you?”

Harry slaps a hand on his mouth, hard and loud, letting out a squeal. 

Louis simply chuckles, looking forward. “Hope you like the ride.”

Harry follows Louis' gaze and his night couldn't get any better. “Your motorcycle? Oh, my God!”

“I noticed your excitement over it the last time we rode,” Louis tells him, letting go of Harry's hand as he swings a leg over the seat. He wears his helmet and Harry tries to look for a pole to support his melting body. 

“I didn’t know you noticed.” 

“I am excellent at my craft.” Louis beckons him closer, “Come here.”

Harry goes easily and stands close, so close he could feel Louis’ left knee digging in his thigh.

Louis grabs another helmet that he had hung to the back of his motorcycle and smoothly puts it over Harry’s head, tightening the belt under his chin. 

“There, all done,” Louis announces, his eyes drifting to a curl that had sneaked out of the helmet and was resting beautifully on top of Harry's forehead.

Bringing a hand up to it, Louis curls it around his fore finger, locking his eyes with Harry. “Love your curls.”

Harry suddenly couldn’t breathe, his lips slightly ajar while Louis trails his soft fingertips down his face.

“Love your eyes.” Louis caresses the smile lines near Harry’s eyes, his gaze dropping down to the pink lips. He presses his thumb on it, the blue eyes growing dark, “Love your lips.”

Harry swallows down a whimper, his hands tightly fisted around his hips. He wants to kiss Louis so bad, it's all he can think of.

Smiling, Louis leans in and places a soft kiss on the seam of Harry’s lips, whispering a soft, “Thank you for giving me a chance, Harry.” 

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Harry shivers at the lingering touch. Louis almost kissed him. 

Harry subconsciously touches the seam of his lips, mumbling to himself, “Kissed me." 

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Louis retracts himself, grinning. “Let us go.” 

Harry nods, unable to say something back. He places a hand on Louis’ shoulder and hoists himself up, swinging a leg around. He wraps his arms around Louis’ entire torso, pulling him close and resting his head on his back. 

“Thank you for letting me, Louis."

The ride was fast and smooth, and Harry enjoyed every second of it. The most fun part of it was getting to hold Louis oh so tightly.

Harry is sure Louis was purposely speeding up so that Harry could hold him tight. 

That smart man, ugh. 

“Good evening, Mr Tomlinson and Mr Styles. Welcome to Circolo Popolare. Your reservation for eight is ready. Please, follow me.” 

Following her, Harry looks around and the place is gorgeous. Their table is excluded, in a quiet corner. It looks pretty cosy. 

“Please, have a seat.” The hostess smiles, “Do let us know when you're ready to order."

“Sure, thanks.” Louis thanks the hostess, his eyes back on Harry. “Do you like the place? I had this feeling that you would appreciate good Italian food.” Louis tells him, a faint blush on his cheeks, “A massive guess on my end, quite a risk I would say.” 

“It's perfect! I love Italian food, anything Italian, honestly.” Harry grins, picking up the glass of water, “You did a good job, Louis.” 

“I am glad.” Louis nods, a smile on his lips. “Shall we order?” 

“Yes.”

Louis looks around and catches the waiter's eye, giving him a nod. 

Harry finds himself swooning over the irresistible aura. 

“Gentleman, are we ready to order?” 

“Yes.” Louis closes the menu and hands it over to the server. “I will take the truffle pasta.”

“I'll have a bruschetta, please.” Harry smiles politely. 

“What would you like to drink, sweetheart?” 

“You can choose for me.”

“Hmm, how does Bellini sound?” 

“I like Bellini, I’ll have that.” 

“Two bellinis then.” Louis tells the server. 

“Fantastic.” The server notes down and takes his leave. 

“Is the Bellini good?”

“Melting on my tongue.”

“Good.” Louis looks pleased, “I never got to ask but what do you do for a living?” 

“I am a florist.” Harry keeps his glass down, “I own a flower shop. I handle the day shift, and Niall handles the evening ones. If either of us are not available then Ed helps us out.”  

“Eroda Flowers, you say?” Louis looks a bit shocked. 

“Yes!” Harry exclaims. 

“I just gifted you sunflowers from your own shop.” Louis softly scratches his stubble, a bit embarrassed. “I should have guessed when I saw your alleged neighbour ‘Ed’ there.” 

“Alleged.” Harry giggles, “Well, I appreciate you supporting my business!” 

Louis laughs, “Anything for local businesses with super cute owners.” 

“As you should.” Harry points cutely.

“Happy to oblige.” Louis grins. “Your accent is a bit on the posher end, I must admit. You are definitely not from London. Londoners have this shit accent.” 

“I agree, they sound a bit cocky.” Harry nods, then goes silent when the server arrives with their food. The smell hits him first, mouth-watering. 

Louis and Harry thank the server before he takes his leave. 

Harry licks his lips, continuing, “I am from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. I lived with my mum and sister before I moved to London for my studies, then decided to permanently reside here. You should listen to my mum speak, ah, proper posh lady and Harriet, um, my sister speaks just like me. Do you have any siblings?” 

“I do.” Louis has this fond look on his face, Harry thinks it's quite enchanting, “Six to be precise, a big lot. All younger to me. They live in Doncaster, my hometown.” 

“No wonder your accent is so strongly Yorkshire.” Harry grins, taking a small bite of his Bruschetta, “That's a big and beautiful family, by the way. I am sure your mum does a whole lot of running behind the little ones.” 

“She did.” Louis doesn't let his smile falter, it never does. “She loved every second of it. Sadly, she passed away before I joined the force. Wish she got to see them all grown up, they are the ones who look after each other now. My darlings, my absolute babies.” 

Harry blinks, the hand that held the fork stopping mid-air, his eyes getting a bit watery. Louis lost his mum?! Harry feels his heart sinking and his chest tightening. “I am so sorry.”  

“It is completely fine, Harry.” Louis reassures, “I love talking about her. You know, she adored people with your kind of personality.” 

Harry lets out a wet giggle, subtly wiping his eyes, “Did she? And what do you mean by my kind of personality? I am just like you, aren't I?”

“You absolutely are not.” Louis looks at him funny, “You enjoy life, you take risks, you chase what you like. You have so much optimism and courage. Every room you walk into turns bright and happy. You are like sunshine... no wonder your favourite flower is sunflower. Flowers must bloom in your presence all the time.” 

“My heart is gonna burst out of my chest if you keep complimenting me like that.” Harry presses a hand on his chest— curling in, making Louis laugh mid-bite.

“See? That is what I am talking about.” Louis points, twisting the pasta around his fork mindlessly, “I cannot be like you. However, I will have you know, I was not always like this.” Louis lets out a sigh, “It is just… my life went a different way. I am an old grumpy man now.”

“Heyyy.” Harry frowns, eyes big as he puts his cutlery down to give Louis a proper stare, “Don't say that. You are kind, caring, protective and most importantly a genuine person. Who cares if you are serious most of the time? You need to have a bit of seriousness in life. My sunshine personality needs someone like you to balance everything out. Can you imagine me dating a guy exactly like myself?”

Louis laughs at the imagination, wiping his mouth with the napkin.

“Exactly, it would be a complete overdrive. A nightmare, especially for the world. A constant headache for myself, for sure.” Harry scoffs, going back to eating his Bruschetta. 

Unable to look away, Louis is unabashedly gazing at the beautiful boy in front of him, lecturing him for calling himself a grumpy old man. A true treasure is what Louis has found for himself, he believes it firmly now. 

“You know?” Harry looks up, and his speech falters a bit when he notices the way Louis is sitting there and just admiring him like he is some art piece in a museum.

A soft blush caresses Harry's cheeks. He brings his attention back to the conversation. “A day needs its sun and its moon, Louis. Only then is it truly a day.”

Louis leans in, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. Mesmerised by the boy and his wiseness. “You are quite wise beneath all this cuteness of yours, are you not?” 

“That I am.” Harry bites his lip, the compliment leaving him in shivers. 

Louis loves how Harry gets all flustered around him. He goes back to his pasta but not before saying, “Now... I am going to ask you a question and you must answer honestly.”

“Oh, my God.” Harry chews on his lips.

“I have not even asked the question yet.” Louis chuckles.

Harry breathes, “And I already know it's going to be a wrecking ball. Hit me!” 

Louis shakes his head at the dramatics of the sweet boy, “Were all the cases you reported to me made up? Even the ones in the beginning?” 

“That is two questions!” Harry points an accusatory finger at Louis, “You said you want to ask ‘A’ question.” 

Louis doubles over, “Alright, answer one.” 

“Yes,” Harry admits sheepishly, pitching his lips between his fingers. He gives in with a sigh, “Yes to both.” 

The way Harry was playing with lips caught Louis so off guard that he had to force himself to snap out of it, “Very creative, I must admit.” 

Harry blows a breath of relief, “I was so mesmerised by you. All I wanted was to spend as much time with you as I possibly could and I didn't know how I could do that without being obvious or unnatural so I… the rest is history.” 

Louis smiles, his eyes crinkling, “Many times, I have given Malik— Zayn, quite an earful because of you. He was adamant from the first day itself, always rambling about how you were making things up and that you fancy me. I did not believe him until you reported that car incident of yours.”

Gulping audibly, Harry tries to slip down his seat and he prays that there is a hole he can fall into. Louis tsks playfully, motioning him to sit up. 

“That was the bravest thing to do with a police officer, Harry. You are fortunate that I started liking you way before that.” Louis tells him pointedly.

“You did?” Harry gapes at him.

What? This is news to him! 

“Do you see yourself in the mirror? What is there to not like? You are beautiful with a sunshine personality, anyone would fall for your charm.” Louis tells him oh so nonchalantly like he is not killing Harry with his compliments every beat per second

“You're killing me, Louis. I can't breathe.” Harry hides his face in his hands, flustered beyond repair. 

Scratching his beard, Louis leans back and laughs. “I am just saying that if you were to indicate your advances a bit more directly towards me, I would not have refused.” 

“Duly noted, officer.” Harry smirks, “I'll direct my advances at full speed right this instant.”

“Are you saying you do not already?” Louis teases. 

“I was being light-handed with it.” Harry claps his hands once.

“I must prepare myself then.” Louis raises his brows, acting worried. 

“Oh, you must,” Harry tells him conspiringly.

They both look at each other for a second before erupting into a loud fit of laughter.

The date couldn’t have gone any better. Conversation flowed effortlessly as if they were two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. They shared stories about themselves, childhood memories, family quirks, dreams and fears that kept them awake at night, all the good stuff. 

It wasn’t even forced or awkward; every word felt natural like they had been doing this for years. Harry realises just how easy it was to talk to Louis, as though they had known each other forever.

"I will not lie, your persuasion is damn impressive. It is because of you that we are here today and I give credit where it is due, always. So, thank you." 

“I am gifted, sir. What can I say?!” Harry pretends to flick his imaginary long hair.

“Oh, you definitely are.” Louis smiles.

Harry preens, taking a bite of the delicious Tiramisu that Harry insisted on sharing. “Can I ask you something about your work?” 

“Hmm uhm,” Louis hums around a spoonful. “Cannot promise an answer, most things are confidential. Go on, though.”

“Why did you raid that party? Was something terrible happening there?” Harry asks, eyes big and curious. 

“Oh,” Louis feels the dessert melting on his tongue, “That is not confidential anymore, it was in regards to a drug bust. A drug supplier was present at the party, we seized many substances. It was quite a successful raid.” 

Harry blinks, spoon stuck in between his lips. He mumbles around it. “Drug bust… wow. I don't do drugs, Louis!” 

“I am aware, sweetheart.” Louis chuckles, wiping the seam of his lips. “Your face is getting pale.”

“Of course, it is!” Harry exasperates, then huffs, “You found me at a party where shit like that was happening, can't have my reputation ruined like this!” 

“You have nothing to worry about, your reputation is completely intact.” Louis reassures before pursing his lips, “But—”

“But what?” Harry sits up, dramatically leaning over.

“You are quite a raunchy boy,” Louis adds, his eyebrows slightly quirked. “That surely puts your reputation at stake.” 

Harry slaps a hand on his mouth to cover his surprised squeal, cheeks a crimson red. 

Louis laughs wholeheartedly, finishing his dessert. “Anything else you would like to have, darling?” 

“I am full, happy and so ready for bed.” Harry gives him a drunk smile, subtly trying to indicate his mood for some raunchy sex with the police officer on the said bed.

Well, if his reputation is tainted he might as well take advantage of it. 

Not enough alcohol in his system for him to be behaving like this, definitely not enough when he slyly mumurs, “Will you please take me home?” 

“Of course, sweetheart.” Louis resists a smirk, clearly understanding what Harry is hinting at. He's got a horny boy to tame. “You enjoyed today, yes?”

“So much!” Harry confesses quietly. “I love talking to you.”

Louis bedazzles him with a warm smile whilst gesturing the waiter for the check. “The feeling is very mutual, Harry.” 

The ride back home was quiet and Louis’ body heat was perfect against the coldness of London. Harry enjoyed the peaceful ride with his head laying on Louis' back. 

His mind was already a bit fuzzy, constantly playing images of Louis on top of him, buried deep inside of him while he cried in pleasure. 

A chill drops down his neck at that, he tries to shake it off. 

The motorcycle comes to a halt and Harry sits up, frowning. The ride ended a little too soon for his liking. 

He swings his legs outwards and gets down, taking the helmet off and handing it to Louis.

“Thanks, darling. Give me a second while I lock this.” 

Harry nods and steps back, watching Louis get off the motorcycle, hand combing his salt and pepper hair in the mirror before joining Harry. 

Louis is so unbearably hot, it makes Harry’s skin itch. He wants to jump this man. 

“Alright, darling?” Louis asks whilst getting closer.

“Mhm,” Harry nods, not brave enough to voice a response. 

“Come on,” Louis wraps an arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. “Let me walk you in.”

Shuddering a quiet yes, Harry feels goosebumps rise on his body when Louis tightens his hold slightly, the warmth that radiates from him is beyond comforting. How is he so warm all the time?

“Are you cold?” Louis asks. Harry looks at him, shaking his head.

“You seem to be shaking, sweetheart.” Louis adds, looking back at Harry with a small smile, “Are you sure?”

Harry nods again, involuntarily curling himself around Louis’ torso.

How should he voice that the reason why he is shaking is because he is unable to contain all this excitement within him. The excitement part involves having sex with Louis. So, how can he say all that in the least horny way possible?

Exactly, he can't.

They soon reach the lobby and Louis suddenly stops and looks at Harry. Why did they stop? Harry's so confused. 

“Do you wish for me to walk you upstairs, darling?” Louis leans in and runs his hands through the curls, gentle and loving. The touch kept Harry grounded.  

“I thought—” Harry pouts, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “I thought you would stay the night with me?” 

With a stunned face, Louis remembers how transparent Harry actually is. How he explicitly mentions his needs and chases it unapologetically. Louis finds it incredibly attractive. “Did you now?” 

“Yes?” Harry questions back, arms crossed against his chest. Pout permanent on his lips. 

Fortunately, Louis thinks it's quite endearing.

Although, he wants to see if he can fluster the brave boy a bit more, just to see if he would ask for what he wants directly. 

“If I stayed the night…” Louis drags his words, leaning in, “What happens then?”

Now, it's Harry’s turn to be gobsmacked, his face getting red every passing second. He didn’t expect Louis to throw a curveball like that. 

Harry looks around, gulping, “I— please.” 

“What is it, darling?” Louis slides his hand under Harry’s jaw, tilting it up, “Look at me when you speak.” 

A shuddering breath passes Harry’s lips, he licks it wet and watches Louis’ eyes flicker down.

“Want you,” Harry whispers. 

“You want me, baby?” Louis whispers back. 

Baby.

Harry nods his head vigorously, his eyes begging. 

Honestly, Louis wants to take him right there and then. However, he thinks that they should take it a bit slow.

They have just got to know each other. What if Harry regrets diving in head first? Because a part of Louis cannot stop worrying about the boy. The curly-haired boy doesn't even know him well. How could he trust him so easily? 

“How about this,” Louis cups Harry’s face with both hands, softly caressing the delicate cheekbones. “I send you home with a nice kiss on your pink lips, and then we go on a few more dates, get to know each other a lot better, and then I can stay at your place or you can stay at mine. Sounds better?” 

“Okay,” Harry says with a deep frown on his face.

“You are upset,” Louis observes fondly. 

“Is this because I drank Bellini? I swear to God, I am not drunk.” Harry tells him, exasperated. He takes a step back, pointing to the floor. “I can walk a straight line for you.”

The nostalgia of the first night with Harry hits hard, emitting a laugh out of Louis. “I have seen this film before.”

Harry blushes, continuing to walk a straight line, looking back at Louis. “I am neither drunk nor am I tipsy.”

Louis chuckles, then notices, “Harry, your shoelaces are undone—”

“Please, Louis— ow.” 

Harry trips on those undone shoelaces and falls on his knees, his elbow hitting the floor next and there he is whining in pain. 

“Harry!” Louis shouts in worry, running to him. “Are you hurt?” 

“Whacked my knee,” Harry winces, curling into a ball, clearly in immense pain. “AH!” 

Taking matters into his own hands, Louis bends down and scoops him up in his arms, walking them both towards the lift. 

“Louis!” Harry yelps, quickly wrapping his hands around Louis’ neck, a slight blush on his cheeks, “I can walk…. I think?”

“As we saw.” Louis looks under his chin, giving Harry a curt nod. He presses the button with his elbow, arms full of Harry. 

“I’m sorry.” Harry frowns, pressing his face into Louis’ chest. They stay quiet. 

Right then, the door of the lift opens and reveals an older lady with her long trench coat and a leather bag.

“Oh,” The lady moves to the side, her eyes catching Harry’s face, “Harry, sweetie. Are you okay?”

“Miss Jenny!” Harry waves a hand, still in Louis’ arms, by the way. “I am good, hurt my poor knee.”

“Oh, poor you. Don’t forget to put some ointment on it.” 

“I will!” 

“Is this your boyfriend?” 

“Oh,” Harry looks up, and it hits him that he is literally in Louis’ arms while they are chit-chatting. “Um…” 

“I am.” Louis saves Harry from further embarrassment, then smiles, “Hello, I am Louis.” 

“Hello, Louis!” Miss Jenny greets, then furrows her brows, coming closer to whisper in Harry's ear, “Is this the blue-eyed officer you want to have babies with?” 

“MISS JENNY!” Harry wants to die.

Miss Jenny bites her bottom lip with a wince, mouthing a soft sorry when she realises that Louis had unfortunately heard them. 

“That would be me, yes.” Louis presses his lips between his teeth, holding in his laugh when Harry hides his face in his chest. “It was great meeting you, ma’am.”

“Take care, Miss Jenny.” Harry mumbles, not ready to show his face yet.

“Likewise!” Miss Jenny smiles, taking her leave. “Bye-bye!”

Entering the lift, Louis presses number five with his elbow. They both stay silent once again until Louis asks, “When were you going to tell me about our co-parenting situation, darling?” 

“Stopppp.” Harry screnches, face digging deeper into Louis’ chest. “First you deny me sex, then I fall and hurt my poor knee, and then I am falsely accused of wanting your babies. When will my miseries end?” 

“Do you not wish to have my babies?” 

“I didn’t say that now.” 

“You just said—”

“I know what I said, Louis!”

Louis quietly chuckles to himself, looking down. “Look at me.”

Harry shakes his head. 

“Please?”

Now Harry feels bad, great. He slowly glances up, disgruntled. 

“There he is,” Louis coos and leans in, kissing the seam of Harry's lips. “The mother of my children.”

Harry shudders, his cock hardening embarrassingly fast beneath his trousers. 

Their moment is interrupted when the lift dings a generic tune, the door opening. Louis wordlessly carries Harry out of the lift and towards the door of his apartment. 

“Keys?”

Harry nods and pulls it out of his pocket, stretching a bit to put it in the keyhole, twisting it. 

They enter the house, and Louis takes his shoes off, “Where is your bedroom?” 

“To the right.” Harry murmurs, hardly believing Louis is in his house. He had tried to lure him in so many times. However, look at him now, beyond successful in his plan. 

Louis nods, walking them in. 

“You can put me down, if you want,” Harry suggests, but he really doesn’t want to let go. 

“It is fine, we have reached,” Louis tells him, opening the door to Harry’s bedroom. He sits him down on the bed with a small grunt, “There you go, love.” 

“Thank you,” Harry says shyly.

Louis smiles, sitting on his knees, “Where do you keep your first aid box?”

“In there.” Harry points at his nightstand, “Second drawer, I will get it for you.” 

“It is okay, let me.” Louis dismisses Harry with a hand on his thigh as he stretches out, opening the second drawer.

Harry curls his toes at the touch. 

“Is it still hurting?” Louis asks, taking the box out. 

“Just a bit,” Harry reassures, watching Louis sit in between his legs, taking his shoes off one by one.

The pampering from Louis is fucking attractive, Harry's not sure how long he would be able to keep his dignity intact. He's ready to beg for that cock at any point in time. 

Sitting back on his haunches, Louis takes Harry's right foot, folding the trousers up until his thighs, “It is bleeding, as suspected.” 

Harry smiles sheepishly when Louis gives him a stern stare. 

Louis proceeds and cleans the wound with antiseptic first, hearing Harry whine in pain. “Almost done, sweetheart. I know it hurts, be brave for me.”

Harry nods, his face scrunched up, taking it like a champ. He feels the coolness of the ointment next on his skin. 

“There we are,” Louis tells him, sticking a bandage around the wound. “All done.”

“Thank you.” Harry watches Louis stand up and put the first aid box where it was. 

“No problem, love.” Louis pushes the box in and furrows his brows when something restricts the box from going in all the way. Louis blindly puts his hand further in, taking the obstructing object out, mumbling, “Something is stuck in there.” 

Harry sneaks a quick peek, trying to know what Louis is mumbling about. A light purple diary appears in Louis’ hand. 

Shit. 

FUCK.

“Louis!” Harry stands up, making a run for it. “Thats—”

“Why does this have my name on it?” Louis turns around, putting the diary high up in the air.

The tall boy gets on his toes, trying to get it back. “Louis, please.”

Louis keeps Harry at an arm's distance, clearly enjoying the squirming boy’s distress. “Let us see what it is, shall we?” 

“NO!”

“Yes, we are.” 

Harry stomps his legs, standing with his arms crossed on his chest. “I need a search warrant for this. I do not consent to this search, officer!”

“Good job. You are well versed with your rights.” Louis laughs, shaking his head and opening the diary.

Harry stands there, chewing on his lips. 

As the room grew silent, Louis kept turning the pages, quietly reading. 

“Oh, my…” Louis looks utterly amused as he flips another page. “I must say, this is impressive.” 

Harry throws his head back, whining a loud, “Stoppp.” 

“The hard work is truly admirable, Harry.” Louis compliments truthfully, impressed at the detailed rundowns of all the cases Harry had planned. 

“Stoppp.” Harry pouts. 

Louis lifts his head, his eyes crinkling with joy, a blinding smile on his lips, “I am serious.” 

“Oh.” Harry feels his breath get stuck in his throat, the look on Louis’ face is priceless. He looks a moment away from tearing his face in two with how big his smile is.

Standing up, Louis throws the diary on the nightstand and slowly makes his way towards Harry, pointing a finger at himself, “You went through all this trouble just for me… do you really like me so much?” 

The air grew heavy in a heartbeat. Harry gulps when Louis’ breath caresses his lips ever so gently, the space between them slowly disappearing. 

“I like you a lot, Louis.” Harry whispers, a chill running down his neck at the intensity of Louis’ gaze, his pupils dilating, “I've always made that very clear.” 

“I really need to kiss you right now.” Louis breathes, he lets his hand curl around Harry’s neck, pulling him in. “May I?” 

“Please.” Harry lets out a soft moan when Louis clashes his lips on the waiting ones.

A low grunt escapes Louis’ lips and he tilts his head to the side, prying his tongue in between Harry’s lips, licking into his mouth with vigour.

The hint of peach and prosecco was still present on Harry's tongue.

A shiver breaks on the back of Harry's neck when Louis tugs on his hair and pulls him closer, his grip possessive and unrelenting. Hungry for Harry. He sneaks a hand lower and gropes Harry's arse, roughly kneading it. 

Eyes slipping shut, Harry lets Louis touch and kiss him however he likes. Happy to hand over the control, loving the way he doesn't have to worry about a thing because he knows Louis will take care of him. 

With a harsh tug on Harry's hair, Louis couldn't help but chuckle when Harry lets out a breathy whimper at the force of it. 

“You taste heavenly, baby,” Louis tells him, his lips touching Harry’s with each word. He takes a moment to look at how debauched Harry's face has gotten with just one kiss, with just one touch.

So responsive, so delicate. 

Louis slips his other hand beneath Harry’s button-up under the blue jumper, his touch warm against the cold body, rubbing over the small of Harry's belly.

Harry gasps, shuddering a weak breath through his lips. 

“I want you naked.” Louis rasps, his lips sucking a soft bruise on Harry's jaw. Once satisfied with the soft red mark, Louis takes a good look at Harry. 

“Please.” Harry nods with desperation in his eyes, his hands already coming up to take the sweater off hastily.

“Shh, I need you to be patient. Can you do that for me?” Louis asks, his hands wrapping around Harry's fumbling ones, “Will you be good for me, baby?” 

“Yes.” Harry murmurs, immediately dropping his hands and staying pliant for Louis. Doing exactly what is expected of him. 

Be patient. Be good. 

“Good boy,” Louis coos lovingly as he slowly takes the blue jumper off of Harry. “Such a good boy,” Louis keeps praising him, his fingers unbuttoning the button-up, slow and teasing. “Good things come to good boys.”

Harry blushes pink, his heart fluttering in his chest, his cock leaking precome at the older man's voice. 

A part of him knew Louis would be dominant in bed but he had no idea it would turn him on to this extent. His toes curl at how Louis is talking him through it oh so lovingly yet never losing his alluring dominance.

Unbuttoning the last button, Louis raises his gaze and pushes the shirt off of Harry’s shoulder, letting it fall on the floor. 

“Beautiful,” Louis whispers, his fingers running along the tattoos on Harry’s torso. He traces his forefinger along the Laurel tattoo, “So beautiful, Harry.” 

“T-Thank— Thank you.” Harry curls inwards, goosebumps spreading all over his body.

Louis smiles, his thumb coming up to rub the tender nipple. 

“Oh,” Harry shivers at the touch, head lolling back. Louis takes the opportunity to kiss the exposed skin, leaving wet kisses down Harry’s throat whilst his thumb and forefinger keep toying with the soft pink nub.

“Hmm…” Burying his face in Harry's neck where his scent is the strongest, Louis nudges his nose in the sheer, musky and elegant scent. Louis kisses his earlobe and murmurs, “Smell so good, baby.” 

Harry lets a soft ‘thank you’ in between his laboured breath. 

“Such good manners, sweetheart.” Louis breathes, flicking the sensitive nub a bit harshly. Watching Harry whine low in his throat. 

Harry’s nipples are the most sensitive thing on his body, and Louis is toying with them deliciously. Harry doesn't know how long he can stay still and take it.

Louis holds Harry's jaw with his other hand, bringing his lips on top of the plush ones. He kisses him long and slow, pinching the nub and tugging on it, liking the way it tears these dirty sounds out of the sweet boy. 

“My boy likes his nipples to be played with, hm?” Louis asks once he parts away from those dangerous lips that he keeps losing himself in, “Are they sensitive, darling?”

My boy.

Harry whimpers loudly then, his torso convulsing. He opens his eyes, eyelashes fluttering, “Yes-s, hurts a bit.” 

“Would you like me to stop?” Louis presses sweet kisses down Harry's jaw. 

“No— no, please.” Harry shakes his head, pressing himself closer, his eyes glassy. “Want it, please. You can do-o whatever you want with me. I'll take it, sir.” 

The older man raises his brows at the younger one, watching realisation settle over him.

An absolute look of horror flashes on Harry's face. The meaning of that word impacts much differently in such an intimate setting. Harry starts with a stutter, heart hammering, “S-sorry, I—” 

“Shh, sweetheart.” Louis shushes him and goes back to leaving wet and sloppy kisses along Harry's neck, hearing him moan and go lax under his touch. Louis presses his lips on Harry's ear, whispering, “You can call me whatever you like.” 

Harry watches Louis’ lips curve into a wicked smile when he faces him again. Harry makes a soft sound when he feels his left pec being groped harshly. Louis squeezes it tight, “They fit so well in my hands, baby.” 

Harry blushes, his mouth falling into an oh.

Louis takes a short pause, squeezing it some more, and then suddenly he gives a small slap to the round pec, watching it jiggle, “Such big tits, sweetheart. I cannot wait to play with them.” 

“Louis—” Harry gasps, the sting sending a shocking sensation to his painfully hard cock. He doesn't know how long Louis is planning on teasing him, but he doesn't want him to stop. “Please?”

“Am I teasing too much?” Louis teases, stepping away a bit to look at Harry. The way the boy is sweating, his mouth agape and panting, his skin red from teasing and slapping.

Louis wants to wreck him completely, mess him up until he's unable to frame a coherent sentence. 

Harry shakes his head, eyes begging for more touches. Louis brings his hand to the bulge that was obscenely poking out of Harry's trousers. “Look at that… got you so hard. Want me to ease you out, hmm?”

Harry doesn't get the chance to say something back because Louis is already unbuttoning his trousers, unzipping the fly and pulling it down along with the underpants. 

Harry stands there, naked from head to toe in front of the man of his dreams. He shivers slightly at the coldness of the room on his bare skin. 

Louis’ gaze darkens, it feels heavy as he drags it down, watching the way the tip of Harry's cock presses hard against his pubic bone, pre-come dripping down the pink slit. 

“Marvellous.” Louis takes a few steps back, sitting at the edge of the bed, completely clothed whilst Harry stands there naked only for his eyes. Oh, he cannot wait to ruin Harry little by little. “You are unreal, darling.” 

Harry shudders a soft moan, his thighs pressing together shyly. 

“Come to me.” Louis pats his thigh twice, his stance authoritative as he widens the space between his legs. 

Harry timidly steps out of the trousers that were loosely gathered around his ankle and walks closer, standing in between Louis’ spread legs, looking down obediently. 

“My obedient boy,” Louis praises, his hands coming up to caress the milky skin hiding within the inner thighs. Harry whines at the touch and the nice words, he truly loves it when Louis praises him. 

Louis’ eyes snap up at the sound. He catches Harry's eyes before he takes the neglected cock in between his fist, squeezing it harshly, making it leak more. “Why do you whine at me, baby? Am I hurting you?” 

“Mhmpf, no— ah, feels really good.” Harry shakes his head immediately, a sob passing his lips when Louis strokes the wet cock in his tight fist. Louis likes the way his hand covers Harry's entire cock. Harry cries, “I won't— whine, I am sorry.” 

“I only wish to know if I am hurting you,” Louis tells him, jerking him a bit faster. “You can whine as much as you like, baby.” 

A desperate moan falls out of Harry's lips, his hands flying in Louis’ hair for balance. “Oh, my… ah! Please, please.” 

The helpless sound only triggers Louis to fasten his pace, his eyes drinking in the way Harry lets out the sweetest sound, his breathing erratic and his clasp on Louis' hair tightening gradually.

Desperate for his touch. 

“Be still for me, darling,” Louis tells him, his tone slightly stern and he sees the exact moment Harry snaps out of his daze to stand still. So fucking obedient. 

Louis curses under his breath, “There we go, always the obedient one.” He smiles when Harry nods his head with his lips caught in between his teeth. 

Louis takes his hands away then, and Harry swallows a whine at the faded touch. 

“Sit on my lap,” Louis pats his left thigh, his eyes ranking down Harry's body. 

Harry does as he is told, turning around and sitting sideways on Louis’ lap. 

Without missing a beat, Louis pulls Harry in a wet kiss, his tongue licking into the pliant boy's eager mouth, sucking sweet moans out of him.

Harry sighs when Louis tilts his head and licks deeper, eliciting a low groan out of the older man when Harry bites on his bottom lip.

“Nmphh.” Harry pulls away from the kiss when Louis cups his leaking cock, pumping it with quick and short strokes, the other hand holding Harry upright. 

“I cannot look away from you, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Louis breathes in between kisses, pressing the pad of his thumb in the slit of Harry’s sensitive cock. "My pretty boy."

Squirming a bit in Louis’ firm grip, Harry grasps him by the shoulders, “I’m so, ah— cl-ose, Louis. Please— ah, ah.” 

“I am sure you would not come without my permission, would you?” Louis asks, his eyes low, pinching the tip of Harry's cock enough for it to send the message across. 

Harry gasps sharply, shaking his head repeatedly. “I w-won't disobey you.” 

“I expect nothing less from you, baby,” Louis murmurs in his ear, abusing the poor cock with a harsh pace once again. “My obedient little thing, you will only come if I allow it and you will not touch yourself.” 

“Ye-s.” Harry nods, his pants getting louder, syncing with the fast strokes. “I'll be good, I promise.” 

“My best boy,” Louis praises, kissing along the sharp jawline, “I know you will. If not, I will make you.” 

Harry throws his head back, the authority— the power that Louis has on him leaves him breathless and so so needy. Louis is aware that he can do whatever he wants with him and Harry, like the good boy he is, will take it with open arms and legs.

“Can I com-e, please?” Harry stutters, bringing his lips closer to Louis’, begging for a kiss with his big doe eyes. 

“You may, sweetheart,” Louis tells him sweetly before he takes his lips in a wild kiss, swallowing all the helpless whimpers down his throat. 

With a shuddering jerk in his hips, Harry desperately rounds his arms around Louis’ neck whilst Louis watches him let out a silent scream against his lips, coming in long ropes all over his chest and Louis’ closed fist. 

“Gorgeous,” Louis sighs contently, catching Harry's limp body in time when he notices him losing balance. “Did so well for me, darling.” 

Harry limply rests his head on Louis’ shoulder, his hands falling in between his wet thighs, his head in a different place altogether. All fuzzy and light. 

Holding him close, Louis licks the come that landed on the back of his hand, looking at the pliant boy who was breathing hard on his shoulder, “You taste so good, baby. Been so good for me, have you not?” 

Will a dopey smile on his face, Harry nods, “Good boy.”

Louis smiles big, moving the loose curls out of Harry's sweaty face, “So good, an absolute darling.” 

Harry slowly lifts his head, green eyes staring at the blue ones. “Felt so good, thank you.” 

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” Louis caresses the bottom lip before laying a soft peck on it. “Let me lay you down.” 

“No.” Harry shakes his head, a stubborn tilt to his head that Louis finds oh so endearing. 

Before Louis could question it, Harry rests his hands on Louis’ thighs and drops his naked body down on his knees, tucking himself in between Louis’ legs. 

Looking down at him with fond eyes, Louis brings a hand in Harry's soft curls, scratching his scalp tenderly. 

Harry shamelessly presses his face in Louis’ crotch, nuzzling the thick and hard bulge, giving it open-mouth kisses, wetting the material with saliva. 

The sight is beyond obscene, Louis’ cock twitches in the constraints of his trousers and Harry feels it too, a lazy smile splashes on his face as he keeps nibbling on it, he keeps rubbing his face on the hard bulge. 

Louis continues to massage Harry's scalp gently, watching the lovely boy play with his cock.

Louis lets him do it for a long while, can't really get enough of how downright dirty it looks. The naked boy sitting on his haunches, his face buried deep inside Louis’ crotch, all the while the older man sits completely dressed. 

The itch to fuck Harry into the mattress gets a bit harder to control. 

“Want,” Harry whines softly after many minutes of nuzzling and nibbling, and gives a loud open-mouth kiss to the swelled bulge. “Want, Louis.” 

“What do you want, baby?” Louis rubs the top of his ear, making Harry lean into his touch. 

“Want to suck your cock.” Harry breathes, mouth watering at the thought. 

“Is that how we ask for things, hm?” Louis asks, firm and demanding. 

Harry gulps, shaking his head. “Can I-I please suck your cock?

“Such good manners,” Louis pushes the loose curls back, his touch gentle. “Go on then. Have at it.” 

The way Harry's eyes shine at the praise and approval leaves Louis smiling. Harry doesn't waste any time, his hands coming up to unbuckle the belt and unzip the fly. 

Louis simply plays with the pretty boy's hair and watches him try his best to take his cock out. He has no idea how big Louis’ cock actually is and how when it's hard it's a bit difficult to get out of the trousers.  

After a few huffs and puffs, Louis lovingly intervenes. “Let me.” 

Harry rests his hand on his lap and patiently waits for Louis to help him, his eyes growing big when Louis lifts himself and pulls his cock out of the underpants.

Blinking in absolute shock, Harry gapes at the big cock in front of his eyes— in front of his whole face. It's so girthy and so long, it keeps growing longer with every stroke Louis gives it. 

It's easily nine inches, it is nine inches, and Harry thinks he might faint. He always suspected Louis being big whenever he got the chance to glance at the bulge in his uniform trousers but this is bordering unreal. 

“Oh,” Harry gets closer and grabs the base of Louis’ cock unprompted. His eyes shoot up, mouth ajar as he murmurs, “You're so big.” 

“That I am, darling.” Louis chuckles and scratches Harry's scalp lovingly once again. “You look frightened.” 

“I—” Harry starts but takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes big and innocent, “I just— how will it fit inside of me?” 

Harry Styles will be the death of Louis Tomlinson. 

Louis’ grip tightens in Harry's hair, a throaty whimper escapes Harry's lips. “You do not need to worry about that, sweetheart. I will make it fit, I will be gentle.” 

Harry feels his eyes rolling back in his head, his vision a bit dizzy.

Louis is truly killing him. 

“Yes—” Harry licks his lips, holding the girthy cock with both hands, “Want it, please.” 

“It is all yours,” Louis keeps massaging his scalp, “All yours, baby.” 

Harry shudders, and gives a shy lick to the tip of Louis’ cock whilst keeping his big doe eyes firm on the blue ones, “Mine?” 

“Yes, baby. Only yours.” Louis reassures and groans when Harry swallows half of his cock down in one go, “Christ, that feels good.” 

Harry preens at the praise, doubling his efforts and sucking on the cock whilst his hands stroked the part his mouth couldn't reach. Harry loves the noises Louis makes, how his grip tightens and loosens in his hair at every stroke, at every touch. 

“My sweet boy, sucking me so well.” Louis lets out a rough exhale, “Look at me, darling. Eyes always on me.”

And Harry does, his eyes up and locked with the dark ones. He sits back a bit to take the long cock out of his mouth, leaning down and taking the ball sack that was resting low in his eager mouth. He held the cock with his other hand, letting it rest on his left cheek while he sucked on the balls. 

“Goodness,” Louis grunts, his gaze soft when he sees Harry’s eyes watering, his cheeks full. He pats the pudgy cheeks, a moan vibrating out of Harry’s lips. 

Louis curses low at the sensation, pushing Harry’s head and making him choke on his balls, “You look obscene, darling. So fucking gorgeous, my goodness.” 

At the timbre of Louis’ voice, Harry involuntarily presses his legs together, his spent cock chubbing up once again. Harry lets go of the balls with a loud pop, his neck arching and his eyes never breaking contact. 

“So big.” Harry mumbles and gives the tip a kitten lick, tasting the salty pre-come on the tip of his tongue. God, he loves the taste. He does it again, licking the slit and slowly digging his tongue in it, having Louis sharply pull on his hair. 

Louis finds himself panting at the sight of the sweet boy on his knees, naked and licking his cock like it is candy. The view is so vulgar and dirty, Louis is resisting the urge to fuck that big mouth of his. 

“You like how big it is?” Louis whispers, leaning down as he stares into those glassy eyes, “How big I am, hmm?” 

Harry shudders a choked breath, his eyes going cross-eyed for a second at the proximity. He nods his head, licking his lips, “Love how big you are.” 

Lips curving into a smirk, Louis sighs softly when Harry takes his cock in between those sinful lips and sucks noisily, mouth full of cock, his lips stretching wide, the struggle is clear on his face and Louis loves it. 

“Good God,” Louis exhales, chuckling a bit at how good it feels. Harry has taken half of the cock down his throat.

Louis groans when it hits the back of Harry’s throat. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy.” 

The sound of Harry moaning and the green eyes blinking up at him is such a delight. Harry straightens his back to take him deeper. He wants to keep making Louis feel good, he loves it when Louis praises him. 

“You like being praised,” Louis observes, how could he not when it’s written all over his face? Louis presses the back of Harry’s head, making him take more of his cock. “Like when an older man tells you how good you are, hm?" 

Harry nods and rolls his eyes when Louis starts thrusting his cock in and out, letting Louis take control of his mouth. He gets so lost in it, spit dripping down his chin, his hands working tirelessly on the base of Louis’ cock. He still couldn't take all of him in. 

It made him restless, he wanted all of it. 

Louis pulls him off of his cock, “Breathe, baby.” 

Harry's having a hard time breathing, his chest heaving heavily. He stares at the glistening cock, coated with pre-come and his spit.

It sends a chill down his spine. 

Harry licks his lips, eyes back on Louis. He mumbles, “It's not fitting in, I want to have it all.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Louis caresses his cheekbones with a soft hand, “It will take some practice, do not go hurting yourself.” 

Harry nods with a pout, eyes zeroing in on the delicious cock in front of his eyes. He leans in and kisses a trail from the base of Louis’ cock to the tip of it. “Want it, please.” 

“Go on,” Louis gently guides his cock in between Harry's waiting lips, “Good boy, such a good boy.” 

Harry preens at the praise, slurping the cock loudly before pushing his head on it, letting it hit his throat. He bobs his head, sucking the long and thick cock like his life depends on it. 

“Eyes up, baby.” Louis reminds him, tone a bit stern.

Harry blinks, trying to nod his head and keep his pretty green eyes open for Louis. 

“So obedient,” Louis keeps his thrust slow and long, panting above Harry, enjoying the way his cock glides in and out of the swollen lips, making it more plumped. “Beautiful, keep looking at me.” 

With bright pink cheeks, Harry bobs his head with a mouthful of cock and unintentionally slips a hand between his legs, palming his own cock for some relief. He was painfully hard and leaking down there, his cock dribbling pre-come.

The first touch was electrifying, yet he maintained the eye contact.

“What have I said?” Louis warns with a rough tug on his hair.

The sting makes Harry snap out of the trance, he quickly takes his hand away from his cock. His heart burns with Louis’ disapproval but at the same time, his cock twitches at the mean demeanour. 

“Sorry-y,” Harry apologises shakily, both his hands back on Louis’ hard and throbbing cock, stroking him leisurely. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Sit up.” Louis withdraws his hand out of Harry’s hair. Harry is quick to obey, a bit upset with himself. “Bring your hands in the front.” 

Harry nods, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his chest. He slowly lifts his hands. 

Louis fixes him with a firm look before he takes something out of his back pocket, Harry doesn’t care about it. His eyes are transfixed on Louis’ bitter expression, worried he had done something wrong. 

Harry keeps staring at him whilst Louis takes Harry’s hand in his and does something with it. He is slightly startled when a sound of a click echoes in the room, it's when he finally looks down to see. 

“Handcuffs?” Harry gapes, his eyes dancing between the handcuffs and Louis. The big green eyes sparkles with happiness. “Oh, thank you!” 

“This will stop you from touching yourself.” A smirk grows on Louis’ face before he pulls Harry in and kisses him hard, knocking the breath out of him. Harry melts into the kiss, soft moans spilling out of his lips. 

With a swift motion, Louis hooks his hands under Harry’s arse and picks him up, throwing him on the bed. 

Harry gasps at the impact, his cuffed wrists involuntarily moving above his head. 

Chuckling softly, Louis takes a moment to really look at Harry. His soft docile body was on full display, his delicate wrist secured in those silver handcuffs, contrasting with his milky skin. He lets his eyes go down, the small cock erect between those long legs. 

Harry must have felt the heavy gaze as he timidly presses his thighs together. 

“You are such a doll, so pretty and delicate,” Louis says, mesmerised. He takes his trousers off, stepping out of them. He sits on his knees, and slips a hand between Harry's thighs, softly touching the most intimate part, “I am sure it is the same down here, hmm?” 

Nodding, Harry whines at the touch and lets his legs fall open for Louis to crawl into, having his whole body shuddering when Louis circles the rim with his thumb. 

“You are so responsive, love.” Louis admires the beautiful boy writhing needily on the white sheets, rubbing the pad of his thumb teasingly against the wrinkled skin. “I really like that.” 

Harry hides his face with his tied arms, a soft sob dying on his lips. “Than-k you-u.” 

Louis smiles and hovers over Harry, looking down at him. “I wish to see you, sweetheart. Why cover your face?” 

Slowly, Harry uncovers his face and gets his breath taken away when Louis rests his bare lower half on top of Harry’s, the big and heavy cock rubbing against the small and wet one.

Harry instinctively wraps his legs around the back of Louis’ thighs. 

“Oh-umpf,” Harry’s cries are muffled when Louis links their lips together, his hips grinding in slow movements. The sensation is so ticklish and unwavering, that it makes his thighs quiver and jerk away from the touch. 

Louis notices it and presses his groin even more, rubbing his cock harder and pining Harry’s bottom deeper into the mattress.

Harry chokes a gasp, lips parting away to let little whimpers fall out of his gaping mouth, his wrists fighting against the constraints. “Oh, pleas-e. Louis, Louis. Pleas— ah.”

“You are so wet, baby.” Louis pants, supporting his upper body on his elbows, “You are dripping all over my cock, being so good.”

“I—” Harry cries out, his eyes wet with all the relentless teasing.

He doesn't dare oppose it. Louis can use him however he likes for as long as he wants. Harry is his to use. 

All his.

“What is it?” Louis looks him in the eye, laying a soft kiss on the gaping lips, “You can tell me, darling.” 

It takes a moment for Harry to gather his thoughts, his head fuzzy with pleasure, the thrusts never stopping or slowing down, they keep getting faster. He gulps, “Mhm, ah. Close, I’m close. Please, can I come?” 

That makes Louis slow down his rutting, a look of relief with a hint of sadness evident on Harry’s face. He was so close, it is cruel for Louis to stop like this. 

“Please, why did you stop?” Harry sniffles, the green of his eyes watering, “I won’t come, I’m sorry. Please, don't stop.”

“Shhh, sweet thing.” Louis coos, leaving open-mouth kisses from Harry's jaw down to his ear, soothing the distressed boy with soft kisses. “I am just taking my shirt off, I am not stopping for long.” 

“Oh, okay.” Harry nods, “Yes, please. Want it off.” 

“Of course, baby.” Louis kisses the back of Harry’s ear and lifts his face, taking the shirt off of his body. 

With a stunned look on his face, Harry stares at the naked torso, the chestpiece tattoo making him drool uncontrollably.

Once Louis throws the shirt to the floor, his eyes find Harry ogling him. He smirks bashfully, “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” the response was immediate, making Louis chuckle. He leaves a kiss on the pink plump lips.

“I am glad, baby. Made your wish come true, did I not?” Louis teases, going back to sucking bruises on Harry’s neck whilst he aligns their cocks together and starts humping, his thrusts picking up speed once again.

“Yes, yes.” Harry moans, his eyes rolling and his hips shaking in need of a release. He blabbers mindlessly, “Thank you, thank you.” 

“Such a polite boy,” Louis holds the cuffed hands in his, his lips finding Harry's ear, “Go on, baby. You can come as much as you want.” 

“Oh, yes— yes, oh.” Harry cries, tears falling down his temples. Louis drops all his weight on top of Harry and lifts his face to watch the green-eyed boy whimper needily.

Louis takes pity on him and thrusts and grinds his hard cock harshly, in quick succession and finds the sobbing boy crying out a loud moan, the wetness of Harry's come making the glide smoother, wetter and even noisier. 

“There we go,” Louis assures sweetly but doesn't stop his humping, increasing his pace and helping Harry ride out his orgasm while he chases his. “Does it feel good, hmm?” 

Harry's chest heaves, his head lolling on the pillow. All the energy drained out of him. He mumbles softly, “So good.” 

With an erratic speed, Louis keeps rubbing their cocks together, getting closer whilst his head is buried deep in Harry's neck, sucking on his skin. “Always doing so well for me, my good good boy.”

Harry is shaking now, the way Louis keeps praising him is tantalising and his now sensitive cock is unable to go flaccid under the constant friction, it sends a stinging pain to his core. 

Harry holds a cry in, trying to be good for Louis but it's getting too much. It feels so good but hurts a lot at the same time. Harry is incapable of swallowing the loud whine down his throat. 

Louis brings his face in front of Harry's, a bit worried. “Is it starting to hurt, baby?” 

Harry shakes his head. He really wants Louis to come all over his body. He loves the pain, he loves the sounds Louis is making just for him to hear. 

Regardless, Louis tries to move himself away but Harry immediately loops his tied hands around Louis’ neck, keeping their bodies close and groins connected as he flips Louis over, getting on top of him. 

Harry holds himself up, his cuffed hands still looped around Louis’ neck as he starts rutting his hips desperately, letting their cocks rub closely, “Don't want you to stop, please.” 

Louis looks a bit amused at the sudden change of position, hands coming up to grab Harry's waist. “But—”

“Please, want it.” Harry shudders, his belly convulsing, “I like when it hurts.” 

“Do you now?” Louis smirks, taking the control back and pulling Harry by the waist, thrusting up into him. 

“Ye-s, yes.” Harry gasps, his mouth open and his hands quivering trying to hold himself up. He nips on Louis’ bottom lip, “Kiss, please?”

Louis takes those lips in, kissing him long and sweet, his hips bucking at a torturous speed, earning needy whines from the soft boy's lips. 

“Feels good?” Louis parts away to whisper, glancing up at the tired boy. Harry nods, his chest heaving with choked-up moans. Louis observes, tone sweet, “You are getting hard again, Harry.” 

“Sorry.” Harry lets out a loud sob when Louis sucks on his throat, the wet licks rough against his docile body. 

“Oh, no, baby.” Louis flips him on his back once again, pumping his hips as he pins Harry down by his cuffed wrists, “It is a very good thing. You are perfect.” 

Thrashing on the soft sheets, Harry whines with tears, his eyes closed as he feels so close to coming. It hasn't even been minutes since his first one, and here he is... all hard and desperate once again.

God, what is Louis doing to him? 

“What should we do?” Louis teases. “Should I let you come again, hmm?” 

“Please,” Harry begs, his eyes watering at how hard it is getting to control. He's not sure how much longer he can keep up. Harry's eyes go slightly unfocused, his voice just above a whisper, “If— I am... allowed? Please.” 

“I would give you the world if you asked me so nicely, sweetheart.” Louis kisses him hard, his right hand pumping their cocks in a tight fist. “Go on, precious. Come with me.” 

Gasping for air, Harry squirms beneath Louis and whimpers loudly when he starts jerking their cocks faster, the sound of wet strokes echoing in the rather quiet room.

Harry flusters, his breath coming out in short puffs, “Thank-k you, oh, please.” 

“God, baby.” Louis kisses him on the mouth, the pad of his thumb digging into Harry's leaking slit, “Love watching you fall apart in my hands, so desperate.” 

“Louis—” Harry cries high in the back of his throat, coming hard and fast, ropes of come splashing on their torsos, fighting against the restraints. 

“Goodness.” Louis grunts, his eyes never leaving Harry as he comes right after, shooting it all over Harry's belly. He leans down and takes Harry's lips between his, whispering between kisses, “Such a lovely boy, did so well for me.” 

Harry rests his head against Louis' chest, his breath warm and steady. Without a second thought, Louis buries his face in the soft curls, inhaling deeply, his arms tightening around him just a little.

Having come a couple of times now, Harry was sore and exhausted yet so satisfied. Louis truly had him fall apart in the best way possible. And the way he kisses him, the way he feels inside of him, the way he touches him as if he's a treasure he can't let go of. 

Harry's falling hard and it's scary how fast it's happening. 

Harry hums with a smile when Louis scratches his scalp lovingly, although the innocent touch doesn't stay for long. Harry blushes a soft shade of pink when he feels the wandering hand slip lower, now resting on the curve of his arse. 

Giving it a soft slap, Harry lets out a surprised gasp, head tilting up to look at the handsome man who's got him in the palm of his hand. 

Glancing down at the big doe eyes that seemed surprised yet intrigued, Louis smirks and lays another slap. Harder than before. Thoroughly enjoying the way Harry’s breathing picks up, his mouth agape and hands coming up to hold onto Louis’ chest for leverage even though they're laying flat and Louis is already holding him close. 

“Like being spanked, sweetheart?” Louis has to ask when he lays another slap on the tender skin, feeling the way the skin jiggles every time. He makes sure to rub the sensitive skin after every smack. 

Panting, Harry nods and whimpers loudly when Louis brings a hard hand down, it stings this time and Harry has never felt this kind of pleasure before. His over-sensitive cock twitching to hardness with each slap. 

“Perfect boy.” Louis praises, leaning down to softly kiss Harry’s mouth. 

A broken moan dies in the back of Harry's throat, his eyes rolling in ecstasy when Louis pushes his tongue in and licks into his mouth not so gently.

Fuck, it's spine chilling. 

Pulling away, Louis watches Harry chase his lips for more with his eyes closed. It only makes him smile bigger. 

Opening his eyes with a pout on his lips, Harry wiggles up to get closer, his lips brushing on Louis’ sharp jawline, his fingernails digging into the silverfox’s hard chest. 

“Why the pout, baby?” Louis asks, clearly teasing. 

“More, please?” Harry taps his bottom lip invitingly, eyes big and innocent. 

Giving in with a chuckle, Louis devours the beautiful boy with his lips, teasing him and earning little whimpers and moans in return. Harry slowly yet subtly tries to rub his painfully hard cock against Louis’ thigh, desperate and needy.

“Hmm,” Louis breaks the kiss and gives a harsh slap against Harry’s arse, hearing a teary whine leave his lips. “What have I said, Harry? You do not do that.” 

“I’m sorry.” Harry immediately stops his rutting, staring at Louis with guilty eyes, his breath laboured. “I keep forgetting, sorry-y.” 

“I do not like impatient boys,” Louis tells him, his hand coming down and stinging the boy's tender arse. “Bad boys are impatient. Are you a bad boy, Harry?” 

Harry cries out at the impact but mostly at Louis’ disapproval, clinging desperately to his chest and shaking his head with tears in his eyes. “N-no, please— good boy, your good boy.” 

“Then be good, baby.” Louis gently kneads the red skin, his eyes going soft when he sees Harry starting to softly sob, “Shhh, you are good, so good.” 

Harry sniffles with a nod, “Not mad at me?”

“Not at all.” Louis rubs his back, “I just want to spank you some more, darling. Tease you a little… take my time with you, hmm? Sounds fair?” 

“Want, y-es,” Harry mumbles, his eyes sparkling with want. 

“Such a good boy.” Louis smiles when Harry glows with the praise, his cheeks flushed pink.

“However, I have not forgotten how much you have teased me these past days. Walking around in those shorts of yours, lying, talking about cocks and whatnot. Was that nice, sweetheart?”

Harry feels a shiver run down his spine at the change of tone, his bare cock leaking on Louis’ thigh.

Harry shakes his head, murmuring a soft no.

Bringing his hand on Harry's cheekbone, he cups the face and stares deeply into those green eyes. “Only fair for me to put you across my lap and spank you until you learn a lesson. What do you think?” 

Swallowing a moan down his throat, Harry immediately nods his head. He wants it, he wants it so bad. He wants Louis to put him in his place, and punish him for all the trouble he caused. He wants it, he deserves it. 

“I have got such a grateful boy,” Louis seems beyond pleased, his hands coming up to rest on Harry's back. He pats it softly, “Go on, then. Up you get, love.” 

Harry shyly gets up on his knees and waits for Louis to allow him on his lap. 

Half-crossing his left leg on the bed whilst he rests his right foot on the floor, Louis settles nicely on the edge of the bed, offering his hand to Harry, “Stand up.” 

Harry delicately takes the strong hand in his and does as he is told. 

“On your knees, baby,” Louis tells him and Harry quickly gets on his knees, eyes up. 

“How obedient,” Louis leans in, pressing his thumb on Harry's bottom lip, his voice low, “I love obedient boys, like when they do as I say.” 

Harry's bent knees buckle at the timbre of Louis’ voice, his cock twitching to hardness. How many boys have fallen on their knees for Louis? Harry can't help but feel jealous at the thought of someone earning Louis’ dominance like that.

“Never met a boy as obedient as you, though.” Louis praises and replaces the thumb with his lips, pressing in deep and licking into Harry’s mouth. 

Harry whimpers mid-kiss, gasping for air when Louis parts away. “You are truly something out of my imagination.”

Harry flushes a deep red that crept from his neck all the way up to his ears. It feels so good knowing Louis is so pleased with him. “Thank you-u, sir.” 

Louis smirks and places a hand on Harry's shoulder, “Drape yourself on my lap… good boy. Now, keep your hands above your head and lay still. Just like that… you are such a good boy.” 

Feeling so delighted with all these sweet praises, Harry obediently rests his face on his side. He watches Louis with his hands above his head. He misses the cuffs, but Louis promised to tie him again soon. He was adamant about giving it a rest when Harry’s wrists started to hurt. 

“How gorgeous.” Louis murmurs, his hands drifting down to palm the arse, “You will tell me to stop if it gets too much at any point, yes?”

“Ye-s.” 

“And after each spank, you will thank me for it. Am I clear?” 

“Clear,” Harry breathes, gulping. 

Louis hums, kneading the flesh in his rough grasp. “Such a nice arse you have got, baby. The little shorts you wear do not do enough justice.” 

Harry blushes horribly at that, his lips parted as if to say something— anything, but just as the words start to form in that exact moment Louis lifts his hand and lands a sharp slap across the soft milky skin, making the skin jiggle at the impact. 

“Oh, my God—” Harry cries out, his hips lifting up and away from Louis’ hold. “Thank you.”

“Be still, Harry.” Louis admonishes, his other hand resting on the back of Harry's neck, pressing him down as his hands collide with Harry’s now marked arse, the smack loud and crisp this time. “Be a good boy now.” 

“Umphh— thank you.” Moaning high in the back of his throat, Harry pushes his head into the soft sheets, heart racing, his cock throbbing between his legs.

Louis strikes his arse again, the impact so hard it makes Harry jolt up, his legs kicking out.

“Pleasepleaseplease.” Harry turns his head to look back at Louis with watery eyes. “Hurts.” 

“Shh, you can take it, darling,” Louis whispers, rubbing a soft hand on the hot skin, the red handprints contrasting beautifully on the smooth pale body. “Good boys do not whine, they appreciate what is given to them.” 

“Sorry.” Harry cries, trying to be still and good. The disapproval only makes his cock harder, it's dizzying. “Your good boy.” 

“That is right, Harry.” Louis can feel how much his dominance affects Harry, how hard it gets him. “Good things come to good boys. Is that not right, baby?”

“Yes— yes.” Harry nods, drooling against the sheets, voice low and incoherent, "Good boy."

“Hmm.” Louis hums, his hands caressing and rubbing the bruised skin.

Harry waits patiently for another one, but it doesn't come and it leaves his hazy mind confused. 

“Louis?” 

“Yes?” 

“Why'd you stop?” 

“What do you say after I spank you?”

Harry recalls, then suddenly remembers that he forgot to thank Louis. 

“Thank you, I say thank you.” Harry hurries, his heart drops at the negligence, “I didn't before, I’m sorry.” 

Without any warning, Louis lands another harsh smack.

Pressing his mouth against his folded forearm, Harry stifles a sob, loving the way Louis has him held down on his lap.

He loves knowing that he can't do anything about it and just take it. Be an obedient boy because obedient boys get good things. This is good, this is so good. 

“Thank-k you,” Harry sniffles, voice shaky.

Another smack hits the back of his thigh, and Harry almost loses his balance, his knees sore from all the kneeling. 

“Made it so red,” Louis tells him, his voice slightly breathless. His own cock is rock hard against his torso, he ignores it and resumes back to litter as many hard slaps as Harry can endure. He can feel Harry’s poor attempt at humping his leg, but he doesn't comment on it.

Too captivated by the sight of Harry all helpless across his lap, savouring how absolutely stunning he looks adorned with Louis' hand prints all over his bottom. 

Louis continues to spank him for a good few minutes, checking in between to see if Harry's coherent enough to keep going. 

Eventually, he slows down when he could barely hear Harry’s ‘thank yous’ or his voice for that matter. The boy was limp on his lap, his mouth open and the sheet beneath him wet with drool.

“Sweetheart, you with me?” Louis lifts him by the armpits, mesmerised at how debauched Harry's face has gotten. Face full of tear stains, lips bitten red.

Goodness.

Harry nods his head, a bit droopy with it. “Thank you.”

“I am not spanking you, baby. You can stop thanking me.” Louis says fondly, cradling the boy in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Harry smiles, feeling all fuzzy in his head. He feels Louis picking him up and laying him on the bed.

Harry whines when his hard cock bounces on his pubic bone, dribbling precome. He's so hard. “Touch me, Louis. Please— wanna… come.” 

“Of course, my baby. Been so good, took everything so well.” Louis whispers sweetly as his lips trail from Harry's neck down to his torso. He lays a kiss on the Laurel tattoo, his mouth moving low and nuzzling his inner thighs next, breath so close to the puckering hole. “So delicate, sweetheart.”

Harry throws his head back when Louis licks a wet stripe against his hole, a shudder passes by Harry’s swollen lips. 

“Please, oh… my—” Harry gasps when Louis starts sucking his rim, his tongue digging in, his whole face in between Harry’s thighs, eating him out. 

It only urges Louis to press his face further, slurping and licking at the sensitive hole. Harry cries out and instinctively crushes Louis’ head in between his thick thighs. 

Louis grips the soft skin with his strong grip, holding Harry's legs apart as he fucks his tongue deeper into him. 

“Louis— feels, uhm…” Harry rasps with a shiver, holding his wrists on top of his head even when his hips convulse so hard it makes his back arch sharply, taking Louis’ mouth away for a second. 

Louis looks up, his mouth wet and shiny with spit. He speaks sternly, “Be still, Harry.” 

“S-sorry,” Harry whispers in a hurry, his eyes back on Louis. Upset he had disappointed him again. “Sorry, yes. Still— I’ll be still.”  

Louis’ demeanour changes when he feels how worried the sweet boy sounds. How lucky he is to have found someone who's pliant and obedient, ready to take what he has to give. 

No questions asked. Just does as he is told. A true treasure. 

Louis presses his lips gently on the underside of Harry's cock, kissing it all over, “Keep being good, baby. You have been doing so well for me, have you not?” 

“Yes… wan— want to be your good boy.” Harry mumbles with a stutter, a small gasp escaping his lips at the sensation, his overstimulated cock begging for release. 

Louis keeps kissing his most intimate part with such tenderness that it sends a sharp chill down his spine. It's maddening, it's a deadly sensation. 

And those blue eyes looking up at him, oh. 

It's so good. 

“A very good boy, indeed.” Louis smiles, going back to burying his head between Harry's thighs but not before saying, “Come whenever you want, baby.” 

Harry lets out a sigh of relief, however, his lips fall in a loud gasp when Louis ducks his head and kisses the cockhead before taking all of his cock in his warm and wet mouth. Harry wraps his legs around Louis’ neck, ankles crossed. 

Jolting up, Harry chokes on a silent scream when Louis sucks his cock and tongues the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue.

Harry feels his hips buckling at the touch, making Louis pace himself even more, the loud suckling noises coming from the back of Louis’ throat is getting Harry so fucking flustered. 

Louis hums low, his eyes up as he watches Harry struggle to breathe, his mouth falling open and a series of pleasepleaseplease spilling out of his lips constantly.

Desperate and so needy.

Such a lovely boy. 

A whine tears out of Harry’s lips when Louis pushes his face in and suckles the underside of Harry’s cock, tonguing the throbbing veins and taking the boy deeper. He keeps his suckles strong and slurps loudly around the leaking cock, digging his tongue in in in. 

“Louis—” Harry sobs, covering his face in the crook of his arm, chest heaving and legs falling off of Louis’ shoulders.

Exhausted to his core. 

Louis holds the legs close and throws them over his shoulders once again, his lips tightening around the small cock, letting it hit the back of his throat as he starts bobbing his head faster.

Louis’ rough stubble leaves harsh beard burns all over Harry's soft inner thighs. The pain finally pushes him to the edge as he throws his head back with a whimper and comes deep down Louis’ throat. 

Louis continues to suck him off, milking his orgasm out to its limit. 

“Oh, oh, oh. Fuck-k….” Harry shakes his head from side to side, his hands coming down to tug on Louis’ salt and pepper hair, trying to pull him away. The overstimulation is too much to endure. “Please, Lou– too much, it’s too much. Hurts, hurts— please.” 

Pulling off, Louis slides up and quickly hovers over the blubbering boy. “Shh, you are okay. My perfect boy, look at you.” 

Harry’s face is completely flushed, his cheeks a crimson red and his mouth hanging open— seemingly breathless, traces of tears and drool covering his cheeks and chin. Louis is mesmerised, “Gorgeous, darling.” 

Harry preens at the praise, his eyes big and wet with tears. “Kiss?”

Louis’ heart does a somersault at that. Harry is damn precious and it truly hurts. He can't help but smile down at the lovely boy, giving him a long and warm kiss. 

Pleasuring him like he deserves.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” Louis lifts a crying Harry into a sitting position, arms wrapped around the pliant boy as he settles him on the bed, his lips catching wetly on Harry’s earlobe. He keeps his fingers in and crooks them inwards, rubbing the sensitive spot inside Harry. “Does that feel better, baby?” 

“Please, Louis,” Harry whispers with a cry, his head hanging low, hands cuffed behind his back. “Yes, yes.”

“So wet, baby.” Louis buries his head in Harry's neck, fastening his thrusts, adding the fourth finger in. “Hear that?” 

Harry visibly shivers at it, the wet sound of Louis’ fingers fucking into him was beyond obscene and alluring. Harry nods his head and curls his face in, whining low when Louis’ stubble scratches his skin, giving him a delicious beard burn. 

“Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart.” Louis chuckles, pushing all four of his fingers in. He keeps it there, the pad of his middle finger prodding against Harry’s sore spot. “It is a good thing.” 

With tousled hair and tears running down his cheeks, Harry whines, his hips writhing in need, “Please, please. I’m ready-y, please.” 

Wiping a hand on Harry's damp forehead lovingly, Louis trails wet kisses down Harry's face and neck, his fingers relentlessly scissoring the boy open. “Patience, darling. I am a handful and I do not want to rip you open. Can you be good for me, hmm?” 

“Good.” Harry’s speech is a bit slurred, his vision hazy and head heavy. He nods, gulping dryly when his glassy eyes meet the sharp blue ones, “Good bo-y… your boy?”

“My boy, all mine,” Louis smiles then, Harry is losing his coherence. It's a sight to admire. Louis curses under his breath, his hard cock standing erect against his torso. He fastens his thrusts, suddenly feeling an undeniable urge to pick Harry up and latch him onto his cock, fuck him so hard he's unable to walk for a week straight. 

After a few more minutes of brutally fucking Harry with his thick and long fingers, Louis is finally pleased with how loose the wet hole is. “Lay down for me, sweetheart. Be mindful of the cuffs.” 

With fluttering eyes, Harry lets Louis lay him on the soft sheets, the pillow soft under his head. It feels so nice, his head is dizzy in a very good way. 

“With me, baby?” He can hear Louis, it's faint but it's there. He nods his head and opens his eyes. 

“My beautiful boy,” Louis looms over him, his piercing blue eyes drowning in lust. “I am going to go insane if I am not inside of you soon.” 

“Want it-t. Want it, Louis.” Harry mumbles desperately, his tongue feels heavy. “Please.” 

“Anything you want, baby.” Louis tells him, “Can you lay on your belly, darling?” Louis gently caresses Harry’s long arms, watching him completely out of it, incredibly pliant and submissive beneath him. 

Louis could do anything with Harry and he'd take it with no complaint, ready to please and be good. Louis swallows, no one's ever gotten him so riled up.

Harry's irresistible and driving him to madness. 

Nodding his head lazily, Harry turns to the side and lays on his stomach obediently, his tied wrists resting nicely on top of the dimples of his spine. 

“Absolutely stunning,” Louis ogles the round and plump arse that is littered with his handprints, the red wrist all tied up and suspended back with the silver cuffs. Louis thumbs Harry’s arse cheeks apart, the gaping hole shining with translucent lube. He rubs the pad of his thumb on the sensitive rim, “Such a soft and pretty hole, baby.”

“Thank yo-u.” Harry shyly whispers, pushing his arse out and arching his back sultry, his loose hole on display. 

All for Louis, only for Louis.

Louis’ mouth falls open at the sight, he brings a hand down to his own cock, stroking himself leisurely, squeezing at the base. 

The images of Harry all latched on his cock getting potent in his head second by second. 

Shaking himself back to the moment, Louis opens the same drawer he got the lube from but this time he swiftly pulls out a silver pack. He opens the foil with his teeth, and the sound it makes has Harry turn his head to the side. “Louis?” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Can we not use it, please?”

It takes Louis a moment to fully process what Harry just said. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare?” 

“Please,” Harry begs, “I am clean.”

“So am I, darling.” Louis leans down to get close to Harry's face, he softly caresses his hair, “Are you sure about it?”

“Want to feel you come inside of me,” Harry tells him in a very small voice, shying away, looking evidently embarrassed. It is quite endearing, actually. 

“You do not have to be embarrassed about it, Harry.” Louis kisses his cheek and goes back to lubing up his cock. Once pleased with it, he leans down to whisper. “I would love to fill you up, get you nice and plump with my come.” 

And then Harry is clashing his lips on Louis', kissing him messily, their breaths becoming laboured with every lick with every pull of lips. Harry whines in the back of his throat when Louis sucks on his tongue, grunting as he does. 

“You are unreal, Harry,” Louis murmurs once he pulls away from that toe curling kiss, he quickly aligns his cockhead against Harry’s hole. “You want me inside of you, baby? You want my cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Harry pants, looking over his shoulder, eyes pleading. “Want you, want you so much.” 

“Yeah?” Louis drapes his body on Harry’s back a bit more, settling in between his legs, “Is that what you want, baby?”

Harry nods with a cry, the feeling of Louis’ wet cockhead pushing inside his hole is ungodly. Fuck, it is so thick.

Harry gasps at the stretch, the burn making its way in. Even after so much prepping, Louis’ cock is so big in his small hole.

Fuck.

“So big, oh… oh.” Harry drops his head on the pillow, sobbing with tears when it starts to sting, it hurts so good. “Fuck… ohmygod.”

“All okay, baby?” Louis loops his arms around Harry’s torso and lifts him, keeping him on his fours as Harry can't really move because his hands are tied behind his back, leaving him completely at Louis’ mercy. 

“Yes,” Harry tries to breathe, in and out, in and out. “I— you’re so big, it hurts. It hurts so good, please— don’t stop.” 

“Whatever my baby wants.” Louis nuzzles his neck as he slowly but surely sinks all of his nine inches inside of the obedient boy. “You have no idea how good you feel around me… fuck.” 

Shuddering at the words and the cock that is easing inside of him— filling him up to the brim, Harry lets little whimpers fall off of his lips, drooling all over the pillow.

“There we go… taking me so well.” Louis husks, his chest heaving from how much he has to control himself to not fuck into Harry hard and fast right this instant. Good God, his boy feels so fucking good. 

“Ah, oh— oh.” Harry sobs, tears slipping down his temple when Louis finally bottoms out, all of him throbbing so deep inside of Harry. He could feel it in his belly, the cockhead pudging out of the skin, leaving an imprint.

“Shh, my sweet thing.” Louis rests his elbows on both sides, kissing a wet trail down Harry's shoulder. “It will hurt less if you relax for me, baby. Be good and relax.” 

Trying his best, Harry physically lets go, his face and shoulders digging deep into the mattress. That seems to work a bit because when Louis holds him by the waist and starts thrusting in slowly, it feels really good. 

“So obedient,” Louis feels prideful, his hips snapping against the back of Harry's thighs, fucking into him. “My good boy.” 

“So good, Louis.” Harry sniffles, his eyes fluttering close. The sensation of Louis’ thick and long cock sliding in and out of him is breathtaking. “Fillin-g me so good.” 

Hooking his fingers in the loop of Harry's cuffed hands, Louis pulls Harry towards his chest, arching his back as he fucks the younger boy at a maddening pace. 

“I cannot believe one can look this pretty in such a filthy act.” Louis chuckles, his breath heavy, “Such a gorgeous boy.” 

Crying at the tug on his wrist, Harry whimpers loudly, his mouth hanging open, crying and drooling all over the pillow as Louis fucks him into the mattress with no remorse. All gentleness from before disappearing into thin air, Harry fucking loves it. 

Keeping his thrusts erratic, Louis bends down and sneaks a hand under Harry’s armpit to grab his jaw, “Goodness, look at you.” 

Mesmerised by the crying green eyes, Louis loses himself whilst gazing down at the plump red cheeks and the swollen pink lips. The boy is out of it, whimpering and blubbering incoherently into the plush pillow. “Feels good, baby?” 

Harry looks back and nods, his eyes glassy and voice a mere whisper, “M-mmh, so full.” 

Louis smiles and continues thrusting his girthy cock into Harry, mouth busy sucking love bites on the back of his neck. “Taking me so well, darling. Being a very good boy.” 

Harry mumbles a soft thank you, a low whimper tears out of his throat, his eyes fluttering and his hard cock rubbing harshly against the duvet with each thrust. 

The friction is tantalising, making his toes curl. The only empty thing now was his mouth, and he didn't like that, “Wanna suck finger-s, please?” 

“Open.” Louis gently taps Harry's lips, pushing two fingers in when Harry obediently opens his mouth wide, ”There we go, sweetheart. Feels better?” 

Sucking on the fingers greedily, Harry whines around it with a nod. Louis fastens his pace, ramming his cock and jostling the poor boy beneath him, the headboard banging against the wall. 

“Please, oh… plea-se.” Harry sobs around the fingers, sucking on them nice and good. 

Harry brokenly gasps when Louis grips the back of his hair with the other hand and tugs on it roughly, his thrusts getting faster, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Loui— ah, uhmp…” Harry gulps a breath in and goes back to sucking on the thick fingers, they feel so heavy on his tongue, he just can't get enough of it. It's hypnotising.

Louis puts all his weight on him, pressing him further into the mattress as he widens the space between Harry’s legs with his knees to get in deeper. 

A scream rips out of Harry's throat at the new angle, his eyes filling with tears and saliva dripping down the seam of his lips as Louis pounds in hard and fast, the throbbing cock feeling bigger and bigger with each pump. 

Relentless with it, Louis sits back slightly, his fingers hooking on the seam of Harry's lips and his other hand holding the tied wrists as he rams his cock in, plunging in and out of the sweet boy under him. 

Harry's wrists burn in the tight hold, his back arching sharply and mouth wide open with Louis’ thick fingers tugging on the corner of his mouth. 

“Fuckmphh—” Harry cries out, the sound of skin slapping loud and obscene in the quiet room.

Harry tries to look back and his gaze is struck by Louis’ rugged face, looking blissful as sweat drips down his temples. He's fucking Harry like there's no tomorrow. 

A choked sob tears out of Harry's throat when their eyes meet and Louis gives him a lazy smile, “Good, darling?” 

“Nmpfhh, uhm hmm—” Harry nods with Louis' fingers in his mouth, sucking on them. His cock is so hard, he's so close. Louis is making him feel so good. “Mm, so good.” 

“Such a lovely boy.” Louis coos, his pace erratic, his cock hitting the sensitive spot inside of Harry repeatedly, leaving the boy whimpering needily. 

“Slower— please, please…” Harry hiccups a soft whine, his suckles slowing down to soft nibbles, his head feels so heavy and hazy, he's completely exhausted and so out of it. 

“Shhh, darling,” Louis whispers lovingly as he slows down, his breath laboured whilst he turns Harry’s head towards him. 

The green eyes were unfocused and teary, lips red and swollen, mouth open and drool dripping down his chin. Harry is an alluring sight to witness. “Oh, my baby. Come here.” 

Louis quickly turns him on his side, the boy pliant and barely coherent on top of the white sheets. Louis’ cock twitches at how beautiful his boy is and how much trust he has put in him.

Laying long and sweet kisses on Harry's damp face full of pillow marks and drying tears, Louis whispers, “My sweet boy, been so good. You with me, sweetheart?” 

Taking his time, Harry slowly opens his eyes and nods with a gentle smile, “Kiss?” 

Chuckling, Louis leans in and kisses the gorgeous boy tenderly, earning soft whimpers in return. 

Once Harry seems a bit calm, Louis throws Harry's left leg on top of his and holds the base of his cock, pushing it in. 

“Hmm…” Harry moans, his puffy hole swallowing Louis’ cock greedily, “So big, so full.” 

“Yeah? Like that, baby?” Louis asks, lips biting and sucking marks on the length of Harry's neck, bottoming in slowly once again. 

“Ye-s, want.” Harry sobs with tears, mouth searching for Louis’ lips. “Please.”

They moan into each other's mouth once Louis bottoms out, his cock throbbing inside of Harry, making his belly bulge out of his skin. 

“Goodness, you feel so good.” Louis breathes and presses a hand on Harry's lower belly, pressing in, simultaneously fucking him on his side. “I am so deep inside of you, baby. You feel me?” 

“Louis, please—” Harry shakes his head at the sensation, he looks down and watches the way his moth tattoo keeps swelling out with each thrust. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, God.” Harry cries.

Louis pumps his hips, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room. His pace is fast, he can't stop fucking into Harry, and he loves the way Harry cries for him, the helpless moans being the death of him. Harry is making him lose his goddamn mind. 

“No one has ever challenged my self control like you have, baby.” Louis bends down and grabs Harry's jaw, noticing how glassy his eyes have gotten, they're barely open. Fuck. “With me, angel?” 

Harry nods with his round teary eyes, his wrists hurting now. He lets out a broken whine, his body hitching up on the pillow with each thrust. Harry blabbers helplessly, “Mm— ah, right there.” 

“Right here, baby?" Louis makes sure to fuck right into that spot, pounding harder and watching the lovely boy cry in pleasure. 

With each thrust, Louis watches Harry’s pecs bounce, his chest glistening with sweat. It only makes Louis’ cock throb inside of Harry. He grabs the right pec in his firm hold, pulling him towards his chest, making Harry's back arch sharply, “Want me to fill you up, baby? Want my babies, hmm?” 

“Louis!” Harry fusses with a soft whimper, turning his head around and clashing his lips on top of Louis’, kissing him shut. 

Louis grunts at the force of the kiss, shoving his cock repeatedly inside Harry's tender hole. He licks into Harry's gaping mouth, loving the way the green-eyed boy was struggling for breath. 

“You would look so fucking beautiful… all swollen with my babies. I would never let you rest, keep you pregnant all the time.” Louis whispers.

“Fuck, please—” Harry sobs mid-kiss, torso trembling at the sensation, the thought of having Louis’ babies just adding up to it. 

“I cannot believe you go around telling people you want to bear my babies, are you that desperate for it? That desperate for me, baby?”

“Ye-s,” Harry is crying with tears, he is so close and Louis just won't stop teasing him. He has no idea what he is doing to Harry. 

“Fuck, you are something else.” Louis grunts, thrusting harder, “Do not worry, I will make sure to fill you up and get your belly all swollen with my come, sweetheart.” 

“Fill me-e up, please. Want to… be full of you.” Harry stifles a cry, his throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering. “Get-getting close. Can I please com-uhm?”

“Good boy, so obedient.” Louis kisses his jaw, watching Harry slowly fall apart on his cock, “Good boys like you deserve to come. Go on, baby.” 

"Thank-k you," Harry mumbles, tears running down his flushed cheeks, his sweaty chest rubbing against Louis.

"Fuckfuckfuck." Harry lets a harsh whine tear through his throat, a shudder escaping his body, torso convulsing and his cock spurting small drops of come out of the swollen slit, almost coming dry. 

“There's my boy,” Louis murmurs and wraps both his arms around Harry’s worn out body, his grip on the poor boy utterly possessive as he shoves his cock in until his pubic bone is pressing firmly against the abused hole. All of him pulsating inside of Harry, pumping him full with come. 

Feeling sedated, Harry drops all his weight onto Louis, his hole clenching around Louis’ thick girth. His legs shake with aftershocks and he feels himself being lifted.

“Shh, I have got you, baby." Louis kisses his cheek, "Let go, I am here to catch you.” 

Eyes fluttering open, Harry slowly blinks and finds the ceiling come into focus. He looks to his left and finds Louis wiping his face with a warm towel. 

"Hi, sweetheart." Louis kisses the tip of his nose and continues cleaning him, dragging the warm towel on Harry's chest.

Harry feels his heart flutter at the gesture, Louis is way too caring and loving.

A true gentleman.

Looking down, Harry notices that Louis has him cleaned everywhere. He made sure Harry didn't fall asleep all messy.

So caring. Harry wants to cry. 

"How long was I out?" Harry asks, his voice still hoarse. 

"A little over ten minutes, darling." Louis smiles at him, folding the towel, "All cleaned." 

"Thank you." Harry tilts his head, admiring Louis with heart eyes. 

"My pleasure." Louis ruffles his hair, "Can you rest your back against the headboard, love?" 

Nodding slowly, Harry sits up with a soft moan. He's so sore, every inch of his body throbs with a dull pain. He loves it so much, it is such a good reminder of the things Louis did to him. 

"Sorry, baby." Louis bites his lips, feeling guilty. 

Shaking his head with a fond smile, Harry mumbles. "Love it." 

"Insatiable minx!" Louis chuckles and climbs out of the bed, but not before he covers Harry's bare bottom half with the duvet. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asks, sounding worried and so vulnerable it hits Louis right in his heart.  

“Just to the kitchen, darling.” Louis tells him sweetly, he bends down to lay a kiss on the pretty boy’s forehead. “I will come and cuddle you in just one moment, okay?” 

Harry pouts, agreeing relectulanty, “Okay… I’ll wait.” 

“My best boy, I will be right back.” Louis smiles down at him and quickly makes his way towards the kitchen.

Not familiar with the layout, Louis plays it safe and opens the refrigerator and to his surprise Harry is a health freak because all the food in there is nothing but vegetables, fruits and juices.

There’s this green substance that Louis surely stays the hell away from and grabs the container with strawberries in it. 

Looking around for dishes such as glasses and plates, Louis soon finds them on the top shelves. He fills the glass with pomegranate juice and the plate with a dozen of strawberries. 

Once satisfied with the contents, Louis places everything back where it was in the refrigerator and goes back to the bedroom. 

Opening the door with a push by his elbow, Louis couldn’t help but smile at Harry who was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. He exhausted the boy a little too much. Louis bites his lips, feeling a bit guilty but it soon washes away when Harry sees him. 

“Lou! You’re back!” Harry gives him a big grin, his dimples popping out. All the sleepiness vanishes away from his eyes. He lifts his arms and makes grabby hands, “Cuddles, please?” 

With a fond smile on his lips, Louis places the plate and glass on the nightstand and lets Harry loop his arms around his neck, pulling him down for some cuddles. 

Louis holds him close and lifts him with a soft grunt, settling the boy on his lap. He grabs the glass and brings it to Harry’s lips, “Here, baby. Drink this.” 

Humming happily, Harry holds the glass with both hands, a never-fading blush on his cheeks. He mumbles a soft, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” Louis ruffles the soft brown curls, heart so full of adoration for this lovely green-eyed boy. “After drinking that, I need you to finish this as well.” 

Harry’s eyes grow bigger when he sees so many strawberries on the plate. Louis is so caring. God, he is so bloody in love with him. 

Harry slowly sips the juice, lips pouty. “All of it?” 

“Of course, it is not that many,” Louis tells him and picks a strawberry, placing it in front of Harry’s mouth. “I would have preferred if you ate something heavier but it seems like you are a fruit man. All you have in your refrigerator is fruit, Harry.” 

Harry giggles and Louis is mesmerised. He bites the succulent fruit, speaking with his mouth full. “I love fruits!”

“As I saw.” Louis teases, pinching Harry’s cheeks. “Although, I think something is spoiled in there— a juice of some sort has turned green and thick. I think you should look into it.” 

“That is my kale and spinach smoothie, Louis!” Harry throws his head back and laughs, enjoying the nasty look on the older man's face upon hearing the ingredients. 

“Appetizing, isn’t it?” Louis laments, a bit horrified knowing people actually drink things like that and it is not just something he has seen in movies and shows. Harry is his real-life health freak.

“Very!” Harry finishes the juice in one chug, wiping his lips. “You and I should try it together on our second date!”

“Not a chance.” Louis immediately shakes his head and grabs a few more strawberries, continuing to feed Harry. “Not happening. Eat these for me, go on.” 

Harry pouts, nibbling on the strawberry Louis is currently feeding him. “No to the smoothie or the date?” 

It is Louis’ turn to laugh this time, he cups Harry’s jaw and gives his lips a noisy wet peck. “You cannot get rid of me now. I am all yours.” 

With flaming cheeks and a wide smile on his lips, Harry slips his arms around Louis’ neck and buries his face in. “Killing me, Louis!” 

Louis chuckles and tightly wraps his arms around Harry, peppering kisses on his neck. He teases, “I was balls deep inside you mere minutes ago and this is what makes you blush?” 

“Louis!” Harry lets out a high-pitched whine at that, face burning where it is hidden in Louis' neck, “Stoppppp.”

Louis doubles over, loving the way Harry fits so perfectly in his arms as if he was solely made for him.

Louis thinks he surely is. Harry is only his, nobody else’s any longer. He wishes to love him, to give him everything beautiful the world has to offer and to keep him happy until his last breath. 

No one in his lifetime has ever made Louis feel this way, the magnetic pull he feels towards Harry is only intensifying as he processes his feelings for the young boy.

The connection between them is unexplainable, an indescribable joy. He has yearned for a love like this his entire life, and now that he has it he cannot escape the overwhelming desire to protect and cherish Harry as long as he lets him.

It is crazy how much he has fallen in love with this chaotic yet kind-hearted boy in such a short span of time, how he wants to love him forever and never let him go.

They enjoy the warmth of their embrace, the silence peaceful and comfortable between them. Louis rubs a soft hand on Harry’s back. He has to let Harry know how insane he makes him feel.

“Harry?” 

Harry unwillingly detaches himself away from Louis, softly gazing at him. 

Louis smiles, his hands coming to rest on top of Harry’s soft thighs, caressing it lovingly. “I have something to confess.” 

“Yes?” Harry feels his heartbeat picking up, he manages to keep a comforting smile on his face. 

“I have never wanted to adore someone as much as I want to adore you,” Louis whispers like it is a secret, leaving a tender peck on Harry’s lips. “I was planning on waiting before I say this, given it is only our first date, but I think I am falling in love with you.” 

Louis lets his breathtaking grin take over his face. It looks like if he smiles a bit more he might crack his face in two. 

Harry sits there stunned, his heart pounding loudly in his chest, his eyes watering with every passing second. He is certain Louis can hear the hammering heart of his.

All of it feels surreal, a dream come true. 

“And you do not have to say it back. I only wish for you to know how I feel.” Louis puts a hand on his chest, right on his beating heart, “As I have realised I cannot contain all this love for you within me. I have to let you know, as I wish to cherish it with you even if you do not feel the same for me.” 

“How could you say that!” Harry sniffles and hits Louis in the chest, his eyes big and glassy. 

Louis looks seconds away from having a heart attack, “I am sorry, I—” 

“Do you have any idea how much I love you? I fell in love with you the moment I saw your stunning face and it didn't end just there. I kept falling in love with you when you protected me even when I was being silly and annoying. You looked after me, you always made me feel so much better. How could I not say it back when I fell in love with you first!” 

Louis opens his mouth to say something but Harry presses a finger on his lips, his stare icy. 

“I loved you first!” Harry says, stubbornness clear on his face. “It was me!” 

Oh.

Silence fell in between them.

All Louis could do was blink at the angry blabbering boy and in the next second he couldn't help but chuckle, relief evident in his voice when he spoke again, “It is not a competition, love.” 

“It is to me,” Harry glares, “How dare you assume I wouldn't say it back! Do you even know me?” 

“My…” Louis blinks, “I have fallen in love with a feisty one.” 

“That you have,” Harry grins shyly, the sweet boy no longer angry.

“That I have, darling.” Louis tucks a curl behind Harry's ear, his palm warm against the crimson cheek, “And I would do it all over again, as I would want to fall in love with you each time, in every universe and every lifetime.” 

“You're killing me, Louis.” Harry closes his eyes and groans out loud.

Laughing, Louis kisses each of Harry's eyelids. 

“I love you, Harry.” 

Opening his eyes, Harry shudders a breath through his lips, his hands coming up to hold Louis’ face oh so gently. 

“I love you too, Louis.”

Louis lovingly rubs their noses together, so fucking happy. “I love you more, my baby.” 

Suddenly, Harry pulls Louis’ face close to his, eyes sharp as he shoots daggers through them. “I loved you first, don't you ever forget!”

“Alright, you win.” 

“Exactly.” 

Chapter Text

“Harry, you're so drunk!” 

With a drink in each hand, Harry giggles and raises both glasses into the air. Absolutely buzzing, happy to be flowing away on every colourful cocktail. 

“My husband is a commander now, how could I not.” Harry Styles— mind you, Harry Tomlinson giggles, then slurs with a pout. “I’m tipsyyyy.” 

Zayn and Niall have a big laugh at it, along with the squad that works under Chief Louis Tomlinson. 

Commander Louis Tomlinson, if you will. 

That is the occasion for tonight, to celebrate the promotion of their Chief who is now the Commander of the MPS. The Shaw’s Club is full of close friends and the squad from the station. 

The get-together was buzzing with excitement, everyone out of their shells to celebrate the new Commander. 

Louis Tomlinson. 

“I can walk a straight line for you all!” Harry holds up his drinks, the squad cheering him while Zayn and Niall cheer the loudest. 

“It's his favourite thing to do when he is drunk.” Niall laughs.

“I am well aware. The entire squad was laughing at it the first time we saw him do it.” Zayn recollects with a bigger laugh. 

Niall shakes his head, “My silly little friend. He's such an idiot. God, I love him.” 

Zayn rounds his arms around Niall, pulling him close. “And I love you.” 

And oh, Niall wasn't as straight as he thought he was. Not until Zayn came into his life and turned it upside down. 

“Aw, Chief Malik you're such a sap.” Niall pinches his cheeks. “I love you more.”

“Everyone.” 

The laughs and cheers lower down at the firm voice of their Commander. They also hear a loud bang from somewhere at the very same time. 

And there he is, the man of the hour. Commander Louis Tomlinson in all his glory. 

“I cannot find my husband, where is he?” Louis asks.

“I am here, Commander!” Comes Harry's voice from the floor where he had apparently fallen. “I slipped.” 

“As suspected.” Louis rolls his eyes, coming closer to pick up the drunk boy, kneeling right away, “Are you hurt, darling?” 

“Hurts so bad,” Harry murmurs, trying to give his best doe eyes, “Hurts to walk, sir.” 

The Deja Vu from the first time Louis met Harry hits him hard, leaving him smiling sillily. 

Shaking his head with a fond look on his face, Louis picks him up bridal style. 

“Commander!” Harry gasps scandalously, looking around and finding everyone watching them with soft smiles and giggles. He blushes, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck. “You're so strong!”

“That I am.” Louis chuckles, giving a once over to all the people around, “Thank you everyone for joining us in our happy times. Keep up the good work and enjoy the open bar, the tab is on me. Go crazy but also drink responsibly, unlike some people.” 

Everyone cheers loudly. 

“Heyyy,” Harry whines in his arms. 

“Not you, sweetheart.” Louis looks down and pecks the pouty lips. “Never you.”

“Good.” Harry tries glaring but his eyes keep drooping close.

Louis looks around and finds Zayn and Niall in the corner waving at him, he gives them a quick goodbye smile before taking his leave.

“Alright, have a good night. See you all at the station tomorrow morning.” 

Everyone groans in unison. 

“Nine am. Sharp. No excuse.” Louis tells them before exiting the club, the coldness of London wrapping them in a tight embrace. 

“My love.” Louis bounces Harry once, trying to get his face closer to his neck. “Your nose is all red. Are you cold?” 

“Yes, hubby.” Harry mumbles, pressing his nose in the curve of Louis’ warm neck. “Warm.” He murmurs against the skin. “Smells so nice.” 

“We have almost reached the car,” Louis tells him, pressing the button on his keys and unlocking the car. He opens the door, shuffling Harry in the front seat. “There, baby. I will turn the heating on.” 

“Umm hmm,” Harry nods drowsily, his head lolling on the headrest. Louis quickly puts his seat belt on before walking around to get to the driver's seat. 

“Is it warm, darling?” Louis asks, twisting the car key in and backing the car out of the parking spot. 

“So warm, thank you.” Harry moans, turning in his seat to stare at his husband. 

“You are welcome.” Louis smiles, his eyes on the road as they drive through the nightlife of London. The lights in the city sparkled. “If you feel poorly, there is a bag in the middle compartment.” 

Harry nods, his eyes half shut. “Hubby?” 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I’m hard,” Harry whines softly, cupping and palming his shameful boner. “It's your fault.” 

Chuckling, Louis gives a quick look at the horny boy. “Is it now?” 

“It is!” Harry sighs, “You smell so good, it got me hard.” 

“My apologies, sweetheart.” Louis grins, taking a left. 

“Do something about it, please.” Harry cries out, moving restlessly on the seat. “Want it, please.” 

“I am driving, love.” Louis tells him sweetly, “We will reach home in ten minutes, can you be good until then?” 

“I can try.” Harry pouts sadly.

“Good boy.” Louis coos, petting Harry's hair, “Would not be too long.” 

“Hmm.” Harry leans into the touch, his lips still pouting. “Have we reached?” 

“It has only been a minute, darling.” Louis laughs, the car comes to a halt as the signal turns red. 

Harry opens his eyes and grumbles something whilst staring at the red light. 

“You angry little thing.” Louis addresses him fondly, “Go on, unbutton your trousers and cover your lap with that jacket I have kept on the backseat.” 

Harry perks up at that, obeying the order exactly how he is told. 

“Such an obedient boy.” Louis chuckles, sneaking his left hand on the hard cock, palming it slowly. “There… feels better, baby?” 

“Yes,” Harry moans a long sigh, his right hand lightly holding onto Louis’, “Oh, thank you.” 

The traffic light goes green and Louis starts driving with one hand, his other jerking Harry off in slow and long strokes. 

“Feel so good, hubby.” Harry whimpers when Louis rubs his thumb on the leaking slit, his hips buckling every now and then, the sensation godly. 

“You are getting so wet, baby.” Louis looks away for a second, taking in the way Harry was panting on the car seat, his face shining with sweat, his cheeks flushed pink and his lips bitten red. “Gorgeous.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something back but his voice dies in his throat when Louis pumps him faster, the wet sound of skin slapping loud and clear in the silence of the car.

Gasping another moan, Harry slaps a hand on his mouth to keep it down. He realises soon that he is being obscene. 

Another red light has Louis slowing down, his eyes back on Harry. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.” 

Harry instantly drops his hand on his lap and presses his lips to Louis’, immediately melting into it when Louis pries his tongue in, licking into his mouth. 

Parting away, Louis pecks his bottom lip once before whispering, “Do not come.” 

“Please!” Harry cries with actual tears,  “Feels so good, wanna come.” 

Louis simply shakes his head, “I will stop if you cannot hold it in.” He starts driving once the light turns green. 

“No, no.” Harry complies, “I will not come, please don't stop.” 

A smile blooms on Louis’ lips, eyes sharp on the road, “Be good for me, baby.” 

“I’ll be goo-d,” Harry gasps when Louis pumps his cock in quick succession, having Harry curl inwards with a loud moan.

“We are almost home, another two minutes.” Louis tells him, “You can come as many times as you want once we reach home. Sounds fair, baby?” 

“Yes,” Harry nods, throwing his head back when Louis slows down to circle the tip of his cock teasingly. “Wanna come on your cock.” 

“Whatever you want, darling.” Louis brings the car to a halt, parking in their driveway, “We are home.” 

“Are we?” Harry keeps his eyes closed, suddenly too tired. Louis smiles and bends over the console to tuck the boy in, zipping up his trousers and throwing the jacket behind before getting out of the car. 

Rounding the car quickly, Louis opens the door of the passenger seat. He goes to pick Harry up from the seat, “Come on, my sweet boy.” 

“No!” Harry opens his eyes, his speech beyond slurred. He points his fore-finger at Louis, face stern, “I charge for being manhandled.”

“Do you now?” Louis asks with a smirk, crossing his arms against his chest. 

“Yes.” Harry nods cutely, his head lolling against the headrest. 

“How much for me to pick you up?” 

“Five kisses, on the mouth.” 

Louis leans in, giving the silly boy his five kisses. After each one, Harry's moans only got louder. 

“There, happy? May I hold you now?” 

That ended too soon. 

Harry frowns and licks his lips, the taste of Louis’ peppermint lingering on his tongue. He points at his lips, “I meant five long ones.” 

Shaking his head with fondness dripping down his face, Louis firmly presses himself on top of Harry and kisses him breathless. The bitter taste of alcohol dissolves into sweet gasps and whimpers by kiss two. 

“Ah,” Harry gasps at kiss three, diving back in and rolling his eyes at the tingling sensation. The wet cock in his trousers is only getting wetter. 

Louis takes it up a notch at kiss five and sucks on Harry's tongue a bit longer than necessary, absolutely lost in it whilst his left hand presses down on Harry's hard bulge, palming him firmly. Harry moves restlessly on the car seat, clawing on the collar of Louis’ suit, his mouth being sucked oh so lovingly. 

The sound of lips smacking is loud and clear between their laboured breaths, turning Harry a crimson red.

“Umpff.” Harry pulls away, trying to catch his breath. “Air, please.” 

Louis chuckles, wiping Harry's wet bottom lip. “Were those enough?” 

“You're allowed to pick me up, hubby.” Harry nods with swollen red lips, raising his arms cutely to wrap around Louis’ neck whilst he picks him up. 

With a swift motion, Louis carries him out of the car seat and closes the door with his hips. 

“I’m hard,” Harry mumbles, leaving wet kisses and playful bites on Louis’ earlobe. “I’m so hard, hubby. Are you hard?”

“I am aware, baby.” Louis keeps walking until they reach the front door of their house. He bounces him once, “I am hard as well.” 

“Mhmm,” Harry sighs, sucking a love bite behind Louis’ ear. He whispers conspiringly, “We can have sex here.” 

“Nonnegotiable,” Louis glances down at the naughty boy, “We have a nice and warm bed in our house.” 

“No thrill, though.” Harry pouts, he has no idea what he is saying. 

“You want thrill?” Louis musses, “I can give you thrill.” 

“Yeah?” Harry grins, going back to putting love bites all over his neck.

“Yes, baby,” Louis reassures, although Harry doesn't know that the thrilling part of the night is that Louis is simply going to put him to bed and cuddle him to sleep. 

Harry hums contently, pressing his lips on Louis’ ear, “Thank you for letting me ride you, Commander.” 

Oh, the Deja Vu. 

Louis chuckles, opening the door. 

“Sorry, I mean ride with you.” Harry corrects himself with a giggle. 

With quick steps, Louis has Harry lying down on their bed. He slowly takes off Harry's shoes and clothes, letting him sleep in the nude like he prefers. 

Grabbing the thick duvet, Louis covers the sleeping boy with it. Once he has him all tucked in, he kneels beside him, running a hand in the softest curls.

“Sleep tight, baby,” Louis whispers, trying not to wake him up. 

“I love you.” Harry opens his eyes and whispers back, startling Louis just a bit.  

Smiling, Louis pecks his lips, “I love you more.” 

“Well, I loved you first! Don't you ever forget.” 

“Not in a million years, baby.”