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"Louis."

The smaller boy whined and shook his head, placing his hands in front of his face, hiding. He was embarrassed.

Harry sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're back with me.." Harry said gently, eyeing the brown haired boy who sat in front of him. He fiddled his pen. Harry desperately wanted to just lean over, pull Louis against his hard body and kiss him. Probably even do naughtier things. But it had to wait.

They needed to talk. Why did Louis run away? What were they? What was going to happen now?

Louis just shook his head slowly and hid deeper in between his knees.

Harry sat up straighter in his chair, chewing on his lip, deciding what to do. They sat in his office, Harry watching Louis while the younger man now, was hiding from him.

"I need to know why you ran away, Louis. If you don't want this kind of relationship between us any longer, I need to know. I won't be mad, it's your decision. Just, talk to me." Harry cooed softly, leaning forward.

Louis sniffled and carefully looked up, his eyes red. He looked tired. Harry assumed that he himself looked even worse.

"Please," he pushed on carefully, teeth sinking down in his lower lip.

"I still love you.. Still need you," Louis spoke quietly so Harry had to furrow his eyebrows, concentrating, to understand Louis' words. Still need you..

It sent a chill down the older man's body.

"Good.. That's good, Louis, good boy," Harry said softly, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the way Louis mewled in his chair.

"Do you want to tell me why you ran away, then?"

Louis shrugged his shoulders weakly and continued his silence for a while. He didn't know where to start.

"S a lot to think.. Makes my head hurt because it's so much, sometimes," Louis started off slowly, "like.. It gets all crowded in there. Like in a club. Loads of people dancing, talking. Too much.."

Harry frowned and nodded his head once more. "Have you had that before? Your head getting all crowded?"

Louis nodded.

"How do you feel, then? Could you describe that for me?" He sent Louis a gentle smile.

"I feel.. Lonely. Like an outsider, like I'm not normal, as if I'm not able to do anything because I'm dumb and little and- just different," he whispered, eyes glazing over. Harry grit his teeth together. He had to do a better job in making Louis feel better.

"Feelings always there.." Louis whimpered, "worse when you're not there.." He added quietly, tugging at his socks that suddenly were very interesting.

"How is it with me then, Louis? What is different when I'm there?"

The question drew a whine from the little boy. He didn't want to talk about it because it made him felt ashamed, like Harry shouldn't even ask this questions because it drew too much attention on Louis. Harry looked tired and he just wanted him to rest, wanted Harry to feel good. He didn't want Harry to worry about him. And Louis felt helpless because he didn't find the right words.

"S hard to explain I," his bottom lip started to quiver, "Hawwy you should sleep, not worrying about L-Lou.." He inhaled shakily, close to tears.

"Stop that, Louis, I won't go to sleep until we talked this out. Goddamn, I care about you, haven't you noticed that?" The older man groaned lightly and leaned forward further, staring at Louis whose breathing started to get even more ragged as the following seconds passed. Louis' eyes were blown, helplessly staring at Harry's before he teared them away.

He had trouble to breathe, his hands starting to shake and the rest of his body followed soon.

"Shit," Harry whispered and got up, moving over to Louis to drape his hand around the back of his neck, pulling Louis' head against his tummy while he started to scratch his nape slowly. "Shhh.." Harry purred and bit his lip at how quickly Louis relaxed, melting against the older man and snuggled right in his touch. Louis' eyes fluttered.

"There, it's all good okay?" Harry cooed, voice low and deep as he looked down at Louis and bit down on his lip. Maybe this whole daddy thing would make Louis talk.. It was worth a try.

"Okay, listen to me now. Daddy worries a lot about his little boy and he only wants him to feel good.. Do you think that you could tell Daddy what happened at the bar?" Harry purred, scratching Louis behind his ears gently before he ran a hand fully through his hair. Louis whimpered for only a second before he nodded and looked up to Harry.

"Saw Zayn and Liam.. T-they made out in the middle of the dance floor a-and.. I watched and just thought that Louis and daddy never going to do that.. S all a secret and l-Loui' s not normal, he only does trouble a-and-" he sobbed out quietly, turning his face further into Harry's shirt. "I can't be normal, all hidden.." He murmured, body shaking.

The curly lad frowned, hard. He knew that their relationship wasn't appropriate. Louis was his adopted child, after all. The age gap between them though wasn't even that big that it would have looked suspicious to anyone who didn't know them.

But all the people around them knew that Harry adopted the boy. Therefore it wasn't really possible for them to show their love. Hell, Niall would kill Harry if he'd knew about their sex life. They couldn't risk getting caught at a club. And Harry felt sorry for that.

"Lou.. You are not guilty, in no way." Harry stated softly and tipped louis' chin up, smiling weakly, "we have a .. Special relationship. Jess knows and accepts it, so that's good isn't it?"

Louis nodded slowly, blinking against his tears.

"Yeah probably.. " Louis sighed and bit down on his lip, "sorry for running away I.. Can Loui'n'Daddy just cuddle?" He hiccuped, looking up to Harry with big blue eyes. Harry groaned but nodded while he slid his glasses off his nose, "sure, Louis and Daddy can indeed, love. Thanks for telling me," Harry mumbled.

He knew that they'd still have to talk about a lot of things. But they were both tired, worn out, exhausted. And it was Louis' birthday after all. Gemma was going to come today, Niall prepared a huge birthday cake, that waited down in the fridge. The blonde lad planned the whole day for Louis, just wanting the best for-

"Lou, what are you doing?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, looking down to see that Louis' attention has shifted from Harry's belly down to lower regions. "Was s-sad that you didn't t-text me back.. W-was afraid I didn't p-please you 'nough j-just let me make you feel good n-now, yeah?" Louis cried quietly, shaky hands moving to Harry's zipper. As fucked up as the situation was, Harry felt his cock starting to swell the second he felt Louis' touch there.

"Baby, you don't have to do this, Jesus, my messages wouldn't get out," Harry groaned, running a hand through his hair as he watched Louis strip him off his pants and boxers. His cock wasn't even fully hard. Not yet, anyways.

"Daddy," Louis moaned out desperately, peppering little kisses down Harry's happy trail and felt his eyes flutter as he licked along a filling vein, humming as if it would make him happy. Harry watched in fascination, too blown away to understand what this all did to Louis.

Louis was pleasing his daddy. Making him moan, making him touch him. He felt good with that. Useful. Something he couldn't explain but knew he had to. To make playing with daddy easier.

"God, Louis," Harry breathed out, face contorting in pleasure as his dick gave a twitch, filling rapidly. Louis looked up at him, breathing the scent of his daddy in deeply. He let the tip of his tongue travel along the thick shaft, giving curious licks to the very tip before he slowly wrapped his lips around the purple head, suckling.

It drew a pretty moan from the man above him and sent chills down Louis' back. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Harry's hand in Louis' hair, tugging every now and then while he felt the heavy weight of his daddy's cock on his tongue. There wasn't anything in this world he needed more than this at that very moment.

Louis was rock hard in his pants, his dick pressing against the restrictions of his trousers but that was okay since Harry was letting Louis suck him. He moaned obscenely, mouth hanging open as spit connected his lips and the tip of Harry's cock.

"Such a good boy for me.. All for me," Harry purred, finding just the right words before Louis slid back down, taking half of Harry's length and sucking eagerly while he worked the rest with his hand. It got messy all too quickly, making Louis slip in his space even deeper. And as Harry decided to grip Louis' hair tighter, moving his hips on his own and fucking himself in the boy's throat, the smaller boy came in his pants, releasing a desperate loud moan that made his throat vibrate.

Harry felt good because of him, he was a good boy, his Daddy loved him.

Louis got sloppy then, relaxing his jaw and letting Harry fuck his throat as hard as he wanted. "God you're in so deep, I love you so fucking much-" his breath hitched, eyes boring down into Louis' as he came, spilling load after load of cum in the younger boy's mouth, humming as he greedily swallowed.

"So good, oh god, so good for me," Harry cooed and let Louis suck him for a while longer, smiling softly as Louis eyes dropped further and further till he only made little suckling movements. "Thank you, daddy.." He slurred.

Harry withdrew gently, earning a low whine before he tucked himself back in his pants, picking Louis up and stroking his back slowly. That was until he felt a wet patch against the side of his shirt.

"Did you.." Harry's eyes widened as he looked down at the sleeping boy who just nuzzled deeper in his neck, breathing softly. "Fuck.." Harry mumbled and bit his lip at the thought of Louis reaching his orgasm just from sucking his daddy.

"Baby, we need to talk about so many things.." He whispered as he flicked the lights off, carrying both of them into his bedroom. Harry placed Louis down on the bed, undressing him and cleaned the younger boy's soft cock.

The curly man stripped himself then, crawling up behind Louis to spoon him, wrapping his arm around the younger boy and tucked him against his chest. Harry knew Louis loved this. He once said it made him feel safe.

"Tomorrow will be a very nice day, Louis.." Harry whispered and kissed the back of Louis neck. Louis lifted his hand up to Harry's grasp, holding onto it as he exhaled shakily. It was his gesture of 'I love you'.

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A/n:

for 43K reads, what the fuck??

Love you all, guys! So there's a bit of naughty stuff in this because I haven't written that in a while .. More is c(u)ming. Lol, that was bad.