The picture. Anyways I survived the first day of school .. Yay!

Congratulation to everyone who already did. I'm about to watch the latest episode of AHS. DO WE HAVE FANS HERE ?! If yes, welcome to the family.

Have you seen the latest season??

Harry was quiet for a good minute, his eyes scanning slowly over his desk and the files he had to go through, without really looking. She shouldn't be calling. Not him.

"I have to work."

"Please.." Her tiny voice chirped up, shyly and god how many times has he heard that word coming from her lips in despair and then again in the most sad voice she could muster up.

"You know you shouldn't be calling me. Your therapist says that it isn't good for you.. Having contact to me. And I as your former one, agree to him." Harry slid his glasses up into his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I know.." She whispered, causing Harry to swallow hard. Was she really waiting for..

"You may speak." Permission?

There was a soft rattle on the other line before a soft exhale left her lips and she smiled into the phone, "thank you, I know it isn't good for me but H-Harry I needed to talk to you I just.. It's hard. He doesn't understand me the way that you did.." He heard her swallow.

"I felt complete with you.. I know you never loved me but-"

"Amelia, I-" Harry interrupted her before he fell silent because of her words.

"It's okay, don't try to explain yourself Harry. I just.. I just wanted to ask you for a coffee. Just a little catch-up time? Please", she added as she was met with silence again.

"Why do you even want to see me again?" Harry straightened himself up and licked his lips, leaning forward on his desk, "after what I did to you.."

"I-I know it was an accident! You didn't do it on purpose.. A-and maybe I was just too quiet. Please Harry. Just this once .." Amelia begged silently, causing Harry to grunt in frustration. He remembered again how wildly she was trashing, yelling Red over and over again but Harry lost control.

"I won't play with you, Amelia. So don't even try. I also won't be coming to talk to you as a therapist, but as a friend. Do you understand?"

"I understand.. Tomorrow at 3?" Harry sighed but nodded anyways, "yeah. I'll be at our café.. See you."

"Okay, I-"

Harry hung up. He couldn't bear talking to her any longer. She was bad memories.. Of his past. That somehow tried to seduce him back to it. She was a chapter of his life that he had finish with. And it was okay for him. He wasn't good for her after all. And now he had Louis.

Harry glanced down at his phone and licked his lips. He's been itching to write Louis, yet he just couldn't bring himself to it. Louis was probably with his friends, having a good time. He was just Dad right?

Harry fisted his hands together tightly. He needed to think clear.

"Mr Styles?"

"What?" Harry snarled, eyes narrowed as his assistant peeked carefully into the room, swallowing visibly before he cleared his throat.

"There's a package for you..two, to be exact."

Harry frowned. He couldn't remember ordering anything .. Oh well Louis' boxershorts. Well at least he had a gift then, something for making up that he was gone so long today.

But what was in the second?

Luke got inside, placing the packages down and smiled gently at his boss, "I'll be doing my best to help you, Sir. Today is just very busy.. Everyone's getting ready for Christmas and stuff.."

"It's November," Harry flicked an eyebrow up. He never understood those people that already bought things for decorating and stuff, so early. Halloween was barely over and people went wild for Christmas.

He moved to open the boxes, smiling as he found new spongebob square pants boxershorts. A lot of other new boxers and two panties. Harry may or may not have been naughty. He couldn't wait for Louis to take them on. In private of course. But Harry sensed that Louis liked to wear them since he got a peek of them as he laid behind him on the couch. So why not .. Accidentally giving him more.

He moved to the way smaller package, tearing it open. A lump in his throat built as he took the object that laid inside, out.

It was her collar. Shining pink with a golden letter 'A'.

~

Louis' forehead was sweaty due to exhaustion as he arrived where Liam stood in his football uniform, "man you run like the devil is after you.." He chuckled softly and gave Louis a thumps up, "you're definitely in the team, if you'd like to. We'd be very happy to have you."

Louis cheeks blushed softly as he nodded his head, "it's so much fun, I'd love to be a part of the team", Louis breathed out and grinned happily before he bit down on his lip.

"Hey Li, what's that about Vic.. Does she usually makes out with guys? She just.. Confuses me," Louis shrugged and looked down at his feet.

"She's actually sweet.. Takes thing pretty fast though as you may have noticed", Liam chuckled softly and walked with Louis back to the changing rooms, "she falls in love very quickly. So if you aren't in love, please tell her." Liam glanced at him before he sat down, taking his shoes off.

"What's it like?" Louis whispered.

"What?"

"To be in love.. What does it feel like?" Louis chewed slowly on his lower lip, "the question is stupid but I just.. I just want to know because I'm not sure if I am in love." Louis whispered and sighed.

"Aye that's okay, mate." Liam patted Louis' shoulder gently, "being in love is.. Like a roller coaster that never ends. It may go down sometimes, too but also up. It goes up most of the time. You know when you're in love, Louis. Your whole body seems to vibrate with passion and want, everything tingles and you just want to be with that one person. You want to kiss him and just-"

"Ah you talking about me?" Zayn smirked, leaning against one of the lockers, causing both Liam and Louis to flinch harshly. Liam raised a soft eyebrow before he couldn't hold his warm smile back anymore.

"Actually, yes. I was just telling Louis what's it like to be in love.." Liam purred causing Zayn to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh it's fucking fantastic, you little sap." Zayn laughed and moved over to them, pressing his lips to Liam's gently before he sat down in front of them, leaning against a locker.

"So what's up?"

Louis liked to be with the gay pair.

*later*

"Hi!" Louis smiled, yawning tiredly as Harry gently peeked in his dimmed bedroom. It was already late but Louis didn't want to go to sleep without seeing Harry at least once that day.

"Hello, little man. You're still up?" Harry tutted softly and chuckled, walking up to Louis' bed with a soft hum and sat down on the edge of it.

"Yeah couldn't sleep.. Even though m pretty exhausted.." He yawned again and cuddled down, looking up at Harry who raised an eyebrow.

"Oh why that?" Harry licked his lips.

"Had football training.."

"Really?" Harry bit down on his lower lip and sighed, "that's awesome.. Would it be okay if I watch next time? I've always wanted to play football being younger but I was never good enough to get in the team. Do they let you join?" Harry asked in excitement, box on his lap while he glanced down at Louis.

"Yes they do!! I'd love if you'd watch.." Louis smiled brightly, " we actually have a game in a while.. I need proper training though. How was your day?" Louis hummed gently, looking up at Harry with half closed eyes.

"Oh very busy you know.. I'm glad I'm home," he whispered and smiled softly, "hey your spongebob pants came in today.." Harry patted the box before he placed it down and leaned down to kiss Louis' temple.

"Sleep tight.. And nice dreams."

"You, too.." Louis yawned and closed his eyes. Harry looked at him for a while longer before he leaned down and kissed the boys temple. Louis smiled.

~ the next day ~

Harry tapped his fingers slowly against the desk, playing with his rings for a while before a tiny body sat down in front of him, drawing his attention to it.

"Hello, Amelia." Harry licked his lips and straightened himself up looking at the woman in front of him. Her eyes were blown lightly. "Hi," she said shyly and glanced down at Harry's coffee, biting down on her lower lip.

"Do you want to order something for me?" She said quietly, taking her coat off. Her hair grew longer, falling down to her waist by now. She was pretty, no doubt, but Louis was prettier.

"Why don't you try for yourself? I'm right here," Harry offered softly and smiled, nodding at her encouragingly. She swallowed but nodded and raised her hand shyly at the waiter. Amelia used to stutter a lot. Harry helped her with that, too.

"I-I'd like to have a coffee, please. A Latte", she mumbled, cheeks blushing before she glanced back at Harry.

"Of course, miss!" He hurried off with her order leaving the couple to themselves.

"So.. How are you?" Harry murmured slowly, eyeing her carefully. He liked that they were in public. And he wouldn't let things happen again. Not since that time in the shop.

"I'm okay, I guess. I'm making process, you know", she smiled shyly and stroked a strand of hair behind her ear, "well, it's nice seeing you again. I've been better since the incident with you a few weeks ago.. Sorry again about that", Amelia sighed and cleared her throat.

"I'm trying.." She bit down on her lip, looking up at Harry who nodded slowly, "I'm proud of you. For making process.."

Harry furrowed his brows and glanced down at his phone as it vibrated. He licked his lips as he saw that Louis sent him a text message.

Hi Harry! I just got home where are you?:) Vic is over so.. I'm not alone x

Have fun whatever you're doing!

Louis

Harry's eyes widened. Vic? That girl that kissed Louis? He grit his jaw together tightly and flicked his eyes up to Amelia with a soft groan. Harry felt so frustrated and tired that he just wanted to lay down in bed. Preferably with Louis but that wouldn't be possible.

"Is something wrong?" Amelia asked worryingly causing Harry to grow even angrier.

"Why did you call me, for fuck's sake. Why did you send me your collar? It came by yesterday in the fucking post," Harry snarled, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Amelia "can you imagine how furious I've been?" Amelia whimpered lightly and bit her wobbling lip.

"I'm s-sorry Harry p-please don't be upset with m-me," she had tears in her eyes. Harry buried his fingers in his hair, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply. He had to calm down.

"Do you still have anger management therapy?" She asked carefully causing Harry to chuckle quietly, "I do. And at the moment I really have to focus on repressing my temper."

"Let me help you.. Like in old times?" Amelia smiled softly and wrapped her hands around the coffee mug that stood in front of her.

"Amelia you can't be serious," Harry laughed and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "I won't be laying a finger on you again.. I lost control once. It won't happen again.."

"You haven't played ever since?" Amelia did look a little shocked.

"No", Harry answered shortly. He wanted with Louis but he couldn't. He didn't want to take advantage of his little one. And Louis didn't slip into his little space ever since.

"And I am not planning on doing it in the future.." He mumbled and closed his eyes painfully at the memory that struck his mind. There was so much.. So much that nobody knew about him. She didn't know why he was like that. He tried to help her.

"That's okay.. As long as you have found another way of expressing your anger, it's good right?"

Harry chuckled humourlessly, "right."

~

Harry got home an hour later, spending Amelia some company while he listened to her. It interested him, of course. He wasn't sexually interested in her anymore but it was important that she had a nice life.

"Louis I'm home," Harry mumbled and groaned lowly, just wishing that the smaller boy waited for him, dressed in panties. On his knees. Ready to suck Harry's tension out of him. Louis would look lovely getting face fucked by Harry..

"Fuckin'hell" he cursed, accent thick and swallowed, slowly walking upstairs towards Louis' room pushing the door open without really thinking or knocking.

The first thing he saw was Vic yanking down Louis' pants. Louis looked.. He didn't look relaxed.

"What..?"

Vic shrieked and so did Louis, flinching at the sudden accident of Harry stumbling in on then, "what are you doing?" Harry murmured before he shook his head slowly and caught himself. There was Louis, laying on his back, bulge in his boxers while that girl was all over him.

Harry felt anger bubbling in his tummy. Jealousy. And he was upset about the fact that this affected him in such a strong way.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled before he closed the door quickly, shutting it and leaning his forehead against it. Fuck.

Little did Harry know that Louis' cock blurted pre cum out of the tip the second he heard Harry's voice.

Don't panic there'll be Larry soon don't leave me. no but really, there has to be some drama, thanks.