Louis actually got off his bed in the middle of the night, trotting over to Harry to pinch his nose slightly causing the older man to startle a little but he did not wake up.

''Lou don't like snoring..'' He said quietly, eyes widening a little. He used to talk in third person when he was little and then again when he felt lonely being all to himself in a house in the middle of a wood.

Louis frowned and knelt in front of Harry, cold feet staying in contact with the floor while he watched the curly lad. He was beautiful, there was no question about it.

Dark long eyelashes that threw shadows on his cheeks. Swollen plump lips.

Louis tilted his head to the side and inched closer, leaning his head against the couch, almost touching Harry's bicep. He was sleeping with his hands entwined on his belly.

Louis swallowed softly and knelt there for a while, unintentionally shifting closer till he was brushing Harry's arm. He was warm.. and Louis was always cold.

He eventually got up again, glancing down at the older men for a second before he blushed and hurried back to his bed.

Harry didn't snore again. Yet, Louis could hear his steady calm, a little heavy breathing and it calmed him somehow.

~

''I.. Harry?'' Louis was blinking up unsurely towards the tall man that towered over him, his lips quivering a little.

They had a nice breakfast that Harry brought to Louis' bed and yes one could say he was spoiling the boy but he loved it. Loved to care for someone.

It was like he found a purpose for himself, that was keeping him from his loneliness.

Not that Harry didn't have a family, he saw them quite often actually, yet the big place could get a bit too big for a single person sometimes. He had his servants, of course, his cook Niall and other people but none of them really got to his heart.

But now that he found 17 year old Louis, he felt a tingling again, he felt like someone actually needed him. Louis was depending on him, now, he was responsible for the teenage boy.

And Louis would have a miserable life without him.

There were bad people out there, some that treat adopted kids as their slave or abuse them. Physically or sexually. Maybe both.

It made Harry churn. If he thought of someone ever hurting the small boy again.. He'd beat that one to death.

Louis' small body.. So small

Harry shook his head and exhaled slowly. He needed to hit the gym again.

Harry led Louis outside after he disappeared out to the yard, leaving Louis to his books that stuck up to the ceiling in his library. He wanted to help the boy after everything that happened to him.

Harry promised him to search for his parents last night. As stars in the night sky.

Harry knew that Louis wouldn't ever find them ever again but he wanted to create a place where Louis could go, where he could be whenever he missed his parents and wanted to talk to them.

''Uh- I got a little creative,'' Harry chuckled, dusting his hands off his dirty pants.

Louis only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Why did Harry build a cross there? He whined in confusion, tugging at the hem of his sweater that he got from Harry.

Louis' big blue eyes looked up at Harry's dark emerald ones that were tinted an olive green today.

Harryr frowned lightly, glancing down at the rocks again, that stood right in front of the cross,

''Troy and Johannah. Louis, I made your parents a grave.''

Harry was smiling fondly at a very pale looking Louis, "their names were on the adoption papers I had to sign. I just want to give you a little place where you can go to. When you need to be alone with your parents.."

Harry looked down at Louis who blinked, "m-mommy and daddy?"

He whispered out and bit down on his lip, "they're here with me now? Here?" He looked down to the grave and then up to Harry again.

He never experienced gratefulness. Life has always been bad towards him, people have been mean.

But then there was Harry. Harry who actually cared about him. Who got to work and created a place for Louis and his parents.

Louis slowly moved his hand to the back of his pockets, blushing as he pulled the worn out picture out of there.

"Something misses.." He whispered and placed the photo on the cross before he straightened up again.

"Hi mommy.. Hi daddy" he said quietly and smiled, really smiled because he felt like he was actually talking to them.

"I'll leave you to it, yeah? You find me inside," Harry hummed and just as he was about to turn he felt arms wrap around his waist and then a small body was pressing against his front side.

Louis.

Harry gently embraced the boy, flattening his hands out on his small back, almost covering all of it because of his huge palms and smiled.

"Glad you like it," he cooed and bit down on his lower lip.

Louis felt warm. Good.

"T-thanks it.. It means so much to me. No one has ever done that for me. They didn't really care," he whispered and looked down at his feet.

Harry tutted and shook his head, "well, now you are here. And I care for you. Now go and say hello to your parents."

He chuckled, letting go of Louis chin that he had between his thumb and pointer finger.

He turned around just as Louis giggled and settled down in front of their grave, starting to babble while he was pressing his teddy bear to his side.

Harry actually waited for a bit, listening to the boy telling his story.

He would love to hear everything.

But that was for another time.

He shivered softly, wrapping his jacket around his body. It was freezing outside. Louis didn't seem to mind though, he was filled with excitement. And he would eventually come back inside.

As Harry walked inside, he let out a shaky exhale. He was openly gay, yes but he never fell in love with someone younger than him.

Harry was.. A little special when it came to relationships. Especially the sexual part. He had a liking, not many people shared or fancied.

Age-Play. Daddy Kink. He was a Dom.

Harry exhaled slowly and groaned running a hand through his thick curly hair. He couldn't believe his own thoughts.

Louis was a teenage boy.

That Harry wanted to take care of, to worship, to love. Maybe a little more than just a son.

To Harry's defence though, the boy was adorable. He would giggle ever so often, he blushed and he was just so small.

It wasn't fair.

Yet, Louis would make a perfect little sub.

Harry sighed, adding a layer of whipped cream on top of the hot chocolate mug and pushed those dark thoughts to the back of his head.

It wasn't the time. Not yet, anyways.

After a while Louis came back inside, his teeth chattering, cheeks rosy and the tip of his nose a soft red.

"C-cold." He whimpered and quickly wrapped his hands around the warm cocoa mug that Harry was offering him.

He smiled gratefully and bit down on his lower lip, blowing over the hot liquid before taking a slow sip.

It warmed him up a little.

"So, I take it that you like my idea, hm?" He smiled, flicking an eyebrow up at Louis.

"I-it's really nice, thank you. Even though I can't visit them as much as I want to because it's c-cold outside. And I'm always cold," Louis whispered and looked down into his mug.

"We can move it in the house, then. And when the summer comes we get the rocks and the cross back to the old oak tree in my yard, hm? They're going to like it there.." Harry said softly and sat down on the couch watching the smaller boy.

Louis nodded slowly and fell silent.

He liked that he could talk to his parents. Louis was just talking about his last days, how he got adopted from the centre..

He had a feeling that they were suddenly with him. That he found them again. And it was helping Louis.

He still clutched onto the picture in his hand.

"I remember so little of them..," Louis said quietly after a while and looked up with sad blue eyes.

"I was so little when they left me.. I don't remember their voices anymore." His eyes welled up until a fat tear rolled down his cheek.

He quickly brushed it off. He didn't like people seeing him cry.

Louis shook his head softly and bit down on his lip. There was so much to say. But he was too afraid that Harry would eventually leave him again.

Harry frowned and inched closer, gently stroking over Louis' red cheek.

"Hey.. Don't cry. They are in your memory. And you will never loose them there. Think of those moments.. And hold onto them. Never let them go Louis. Because they'll always be with you. They're like little guards up in heaven that watch over you," Harry smiled and stroke a bit of fringe out of Louis face who exhaled shakily.

"Thanks.." Louis sniffled and leaned back a little, cheeks flushing a little from the older man's touch.

"Do you want to play something?" Harry smiled softly and leaned back again, crossing his legs slowly.

He was going to take the boy out for a shopping trip in the next days. When everything got a little calmer again.

"We can play a card game or anything you'd like." Harry eyes sparkled a little in amusement as he watched the boy, his own mind making up 'games' they could play.

But he was afraid they wouldn't be so appropriate.

Louis took a large sip of hot chocolate, causing a little leftover of whipped cream to stay on his lip while he placed the mug down again and looked up at Harry.

"Love, you've got something there."

He was moving forward, moving his thumb over the boy's upper lip and wiped the cream off, lightly sucking it off his finger.

Sweet.

"We could play.. Hide and seek?" Louis shrugged softly, smiling.

"We can do what you want to.."

Harry chuckled a little. What he had in mind wouldn't be quite according to the thoughts of the smaller boy.

But it would only be for Louis' pleasure. Because Harry wanted nothing more than pleasing this lovely little boy with everything he could master up..

"Hide and seek, it is then."