"How have we been, Harry?"

His smile was trying to get to the curly lad. To get through to the thick kinky shades that his mind was hazed with.

But Harry Styles wasn't ill.

He was kinky in his mind, but he had no illness that one could cure.

Harry needed to control. Ever since he lost his parents, he had to take control. He needed it, longed for someone to kneel before his feet.

One time he lost it. Threatened a human being. He almost didn't stop. Even though she was yelling Red over and over again.

Harry clenched his hands once at the memory, guilt washing over him as he closed his eyes and let a heavy breath escape his lips. It would never happen again.

"Good.. Louis has moved in. That boy keeps me occupied", Harry chuckled quietly, running his fingertips over his scruff.

"Right, why don't we talk about Louis for a bit, hm?"

A soft smile settled on Harry's lips.

He loved Louis' ass. That was for sure. But other than that, he really loved the personality of the boy. He had a kind laugh and was honest, Harry liked the soft colour of his eyes. He was nice to him. And he was so vulnerable and lost..

"Well.. ", Harry cleared his throat.

"This morning, he came to me, asking what this white sticky stuff in his pants was."

Harry's eyes flicked up towards his therapist. Dr. Phillips eyes widened.

"He had a wet dream, I'm afraid. So I explained that to him.." Harry mumbled and ran his pointer finger over his lower lip.

*flashback*

Louis' shaky hand knocked lightly against Harry's door, the first lights of the sunlight seeking their way through the curtains and filling the room up with light.

"H-hawwy?" He called quietly before he cleared his throat and blushed, "Harry?"

A sleepy groan came from the other side of the door so Louis twisted it gently open, peeking inside with big blue eyes, catching a glimpse of messy curls sprawled over the pillow.

Harry's chest was naked. The boy swallowed and trotted over to the edge of Harry's bed, whimpering softly.

"I-I don't understand?" He said shyly and looked down, chewing on his lip as he tugged on his shirt.

"What?" Harry asked groggily and blinked in confusion, looking up to see an innocent scared Louis staring down at him.

His cock twitched. And that was bad.

"Hey what's wrong.." He mumbled and slowly sat up, yawning and scratching the side of his neck.

"P-pants are sticky. I-I felt really good yesterday and white sticky came out and now it's gone and I don't understand.. What was it?"

Harry could hear the word 'daddy' lingering in the air. He closed his eyes for a second, hard, because Louis just told him that he came last night. Into his undies before Harry cleaned them.

Fuck.

"Louis, it's normal, don't be scared. It even happens to me.. It's called an orgasm", Harry smiled and bit down on his lip slowly, moving a hand down to his crotch. Luckily the movement was covered by his sheets.

"O-orgasm? I feel bad for not knowing it.. Y-you know when it's hard .. It's normal?" He whispered shyly, cheeks flushing. Harry wrapped his hand around his solid hard cock. Seeing Louis standing in front of him like this made his cock go hard.

He kind of wished Louis would snuggle up against him like a little kid, giggling while he wanked his daddy.

Harry swallowed hard and shook his head again, letting go of his throbbing member. God, he couldn't do that.

"It is, love. B-but you just rub it and then you're better.. The white sticky thing is called your cum. Semen.. We'll be talking about it later okay? I'll give you a book about it.." Harry cleared his throat softly.

Louis nodded shyly and looked down once, "can I sleep in your bed?"

*flashback ends*

He left the part where he cleaned Louis and his cock out. The doctor wouldn't like to hear it. He also wouldn't enjoy to hear that Harry almost got off to the boy who was confused what happened to his body.

"What happened?" Dr Phillip mumbled slowly and slid his glasses up with his middle finger.

"I did not touch him."

Maybe he wanked to the younger boy standing in front of him but that was it.

Harry stated and clenched his jaw once, "I wouldn't dare to. I leave him space to discover his own sexuality. He'll find someone at high school, I'm sure of that. And I adopted him.. It would be illegal."

Harry muttered quietly and wet his lip.

"Mhm.. Good. Whenever you feel this .. Urge to come back, call me", the doctor sighed softly, "What have you been doing to handle your issue?"

"Boxing."

Dr Phillip raised a soft eyebrow and scribbled something down on the still blank paper, "mhm. I see. Is it helping or are you fighting with yourself?"

He mumbled absently, eyes focused down on the paper.

Harry smirked softly. He has been thinking of pounding into the boy till he couldn't walk anymore. Probably one time more than he should.

But this time, he wasn't just sexually attracted to someone. Mentally, too. Because Harry thought that Louis was adorable. So tiny .. Cute.

"It's helping.. It's another way of expressing my.. Feelings", Harry raised an eyebrow. Maybe he could take Louis with him one time. It'd be fun to have the younger boy watch him.

Harry hummed and crossed his legs, entwining his hands in his lap.

"Then you should keep doing that.. I'm proud of you, Harry." Dr Phillip smiled happily and bit down on his lower lip.

Harry opened up to him very slowly.

He wasn't good with trusting new people, just like Louis. But he learned.

"I'm better." The curly lad stated softly and nodded, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face.

"If Louis wants to talk, which I would be very happy about, he can find me here. Maybe you can bring him next time. It would be good for him to talk to someone about what happened.."

The therapist murmured softly causing Harry to nod slowly.

"I think it is very important, Doctor. I signed him up for high school already." Harry flicked his tongue over his lips.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He'll be going in a week. He should try to find friends.. Get into the teenage, social life. Even if it might be hard for him." Harry swallowed softly and looked down at his fingers, playing with one of his rings.

"You're behaving just right Harry. You make a huge progress since that boy is in your life."

Harry just hummed in amusement and entwined his hands on his lap, "I stumbled over Amelia, a few days ago. While I was shopping with Louis.."

The doctor gasped.

"Your former sub? How is she? What did she do?"

Harry didn't like that the doctor knew so much about his life and whom he had as his sub and whom he didn't. But he understood that it was important.

"She begged me to take her again.. Went down on her knees. She looked so lost without me." Harry said quietly and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Harry.. I know it must be hard but you can't take her back", he said quietly and swallowed hard.

"Oh I told her it was over, don't you worry." Harry mumbled softly. Amelia just made him clear again that he longed for having a sub. Someone to control. Like he controlled her once.

"She was fun to play with.. But my taste varied."

Harry was interested in men, now. Young. Innocent. Louis.

He blinked and shook his head, furrowing his brows.

"Harry you should look for a normal relationship.. I just want the best for you." The doctor sighed and put his glasses down.

"Maybe there's a way you can oppress this feeling of control in the sexual act.."

"Keep up with the boxing, spend time with your boy and find a woman. Or man, however you please. It would be good for Louis to have a feminine role model though."

Harry just nodded. Maybe it would be.

~

"Hello, fella."

Niall chuckled softly and patted Louis back once as he strolled into the kitchen. It fascinated Louis that his little friend Ni, that existed in his head, looked kind of similar to the grown up man.

Why?

"Hi.. " Louis cleared his throat softly and blushed. He had been taking a bubble bath this morning.. And his cock got hard again. It kind of upset the boy.

Because even though it felt good, he got a boner at random times.

"You good? How about we cook Harry's favourite meal?" Niall grinned and winked at Louis. It was crazy how quickly the two guys bonded. It was like they knew each other.

"Yes!" Louis grinned and clapped his hands together once, sliding down the counter and helped Niall to get the supplies they needed out of the shelves and the fridge.

"So buddy, tell me something about yourself," Niall said softly while they were flipping the chicken breast in the pan.

"There's not much to tell.." Louis said quietly and swallowed softly, "I grew up with mom and dad till I was around six.. Then they left. They're dead now."

Louis big blue eyes were looking up at Niall.

"Oh I'm sorry. I lost my parents too. Well they didn't want me anymore", Niall laughed weakly and shifted in uncomfortableness.

"You know I've had a little brother once. I was little though so I don't really remember him." Niall grinned, "before my parents-"

"Hello", Harry said softly, stepping inside the kitchen while he smiled at Louis, interrupting them.

"What have you two been up to?" He raised a playful eyebrow and grinned as Louis ran over to him and hugged him.

"Hi Harry! We made your favourite food!" Louis grinned as Harry ruffled his hair softly, a chuckle erupting his chest.

Niall was looking a bit dumbfounded, "buddy, why don't you set the table up?" He cleared his throat softly and bit down on his lip.

Louis nodded eagerly and grabbed plates before he disappeared into the living room.

Harry furrowed his brows.

"Where did Louis come from again?" Niall licked his lip slowly and frowned.

"Somewhere out of Texas, I think. Would explain his accent." Harry stated and looked down at Niall, "why?"

"Oh um.. I was just wondering," Niall said slowly and dazed off into nothing before he returned to the food.

Harry just laughed and patted his back,"alright man."

~

"Harry?"

"Mhm?" Harry yawned softly, smiling as Louis cuddled up to him a little more while they laid on the couch, watching Bram stoker's Dracula. Niall left an hour ago.

Louis turned around slowly, head nuzzling into Harry's chest.

"Are you.. My new dad? Like.. Will I stay here till I'm old? I'm just afraid of you leaving me.." Louis said quietly and exhaled slowly, fisting his hands lightly in Harry's shirt.

"You've just been very nice and I have a room here that I really like and I feel like I can talk to you.. J-just tell me please." Louis eyes fell sad.

He was used to people going out of his life so why would Harry be any different?

"I don't have to call you dad.. Or daddy." Louis shrugged timidly.

Harry was about to explode. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out. He really needed to work out again.

"I'll stay in your life, Louis. It'd be a pleasure. And I'm lawfully your legal guardian so.. Yeah you can call me dad," he cleared his throat and smiled,

"Or daddy."