: smut, (age play), well Louis acts like a little boy. And oh Harry is a little (very) kinky.

If you don't like it, kindly leave :) x

"It is, right? I still can't understand how women can walk around in stores endlessly. With a pair of high heels, too."

Harry chuckled softly and ran a hand through his messy hair. Louis liked how his rings shone, reflecting the light. He had one ancient looking ring on his pointer finger that he liked, especially.

"How's the tea?", Harry looked up at Louis whose eyes were still fixed on the gay couple behind him.

He was fascinated by it, there was no question about it.

"Good", he mumbled absently and blushed, relocating his eyes on Harry's.

"Do you like what they're doing?" Harry asked curiously and raised a cocky eyebrow at the innocent boy who nodded his head slowly.

"Kind of.." He murmured shyly and took the last sip of his tea.

"They love each other.. I like seeing that. Because people are giving them weird looks b-but they don't care", he said quietly and kept holding onto his still warm tea mug.

"Society doesn't like things that aren't 'normal'. They consider what's normal and what's not and people who are different aren't much of their liking."

"That sounds stupid.." Louis mumbled and looked back up to Harry.

"Everyone should be able to love somebody without getting judged.." Louis cleared his throat. He suddenly felt stupid. Because what did he know of love? Nothing.

His parents loved each other. They loved him with everything they had. And yet, they left him.

Louis lowered his gaze and leaned back in his seat, "can we go?"

He said quietly and swallowed softly, not looking at Harry who furrowed his brows softly. He needed to figure out the boys mood swings.

Louis was different, there was no question about it. He was way more shy, quieter than the most boys at his age. And he acted so small. Like a boy that got stuck at the age of seven.

He needed to go to a therapist with him. But then again, Harry knew Louis wasn't one who opened up easily to someone. He had a connection to the boy, and so did Niall.

But other than that he was very shy around people. Didn't look at someone's eyes when they talked with him. Or he just did not answer.

Harry smiled gently and grasped Louis' hand squeezing the small palm in his, "of course, Louis. I don't want you feel uncomfortable."

He let his hand linger on the younger boys one, stroking his thumb once over the soft skin before he withdrew.

Louis skin was so soft.

"Let's get you a mobile phone and then we're heading home, okay?", Harry smiled and stood up, leaving some money for the waiter next to his coffee.

~

Louis wanted to hide behind Harry as they stepped into the shop. There were lots of other teenagers, babbling over the latest iPhone, touching and pointing at things.

He fisted his hand lightly in Harry's jacket, just wanting to slip underneath it. This was overwhelming.

"Louis, everything is okay." Harry smiled and looked down at the younger boy, gently ruffling his hair, "just keep looking at me.. You're good."

Louis nodded slowly and exhaled, letting go of Harry with a soft whimper because it was odd that he was acting like that. Because other people his age acted differently.

Adult-like.

"Louis want to go home.." He was whispering, so quietly that no one would hear it as he rubbed his eyes slowly.

Harry seemed to sense the younger boys uncomfortableness. He was quick, deciding what phone to get Louis and bought it before he took the boys hand and led him back outside of the shop, not liking how lost Louis' eyes were looking.

Neither of them talked on their way back to Harry's black Range Rover.

Harry watched Louis climb wordlessly into the car. He was worried about him. If this was too much, how was he going to handle school?

Harry walked around the car, carrying the bags in the backseat before he sat down on the drivers seat, turning towards Louis.

The parking garage caused the light in the car to dim lightly. Silence.

"I'm here, if you want to talk about it.." Harry said softly, deep low voice seeping towards Louis who stiffened.

"Lou's okay.. Isn't he Ni?" Louis whispered with big blue eyes that were frantically looking for something until he gave up, his gaze falling down at his entwined hands.

"Hawwy' going to leave Louis, too. No love.. L-like parents. Leaving." Louis breathing got heavier and the second a tear dropped down to Louis hands, Harry frowned.

"What are you talking about, Louis? I-I don't understand", Harry's eyes got lost as he lifted the boys face up to him, cooing softly as he saw the sadness in them.

"What's happening?" He whispered and stroked another tear off his cheek, "I won't leave you. You're living with me now, silly little boy." Harry smiled softly and bit down on his lip.

"I-I-I'm different. Weird.." Louis hiccuped and swallowed harshly.

"and I like that. It's the reason why I adopted you, Louis", Harry's eyes fell sad, "I don't like normal. I'm not normal myself." He chuckled softly and moved his hand down to Louis' shaky ones.

"Y-you sure?", Louis sniffled and looked up at him shyly.

"Very sure. Don't cry, love. You're a big boy aren't you?" Harry winked softly and squeezed his hand once again receiving a little nod from Louis.

"T-thanks." He said quietly after some minutes had passed and held onto Harry's hand for a while until he let go with a small blush.

"You can come to me with everything that is bothering you", Harry smiled and winked over at Louis.

~

"Okay, watch out now." Harry chuckled, placing Louis new (old) Nokia phone down on the desk hearing it vibrate in the next second.

Harry's name that he saved in Louis phone popped up on the display, causing Louis' eyes to widen with the sudden noise.

He slowly took it, wincing once it started to vibrate in his hand. It felt funny. He was pressing the green button like Harry had told him and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?", Louis cleared his throat, eyes fixed on Harry's in insecurity who just smiled encouragingly.

"Hello." He hummed into the phone causing Louis to gasp softly before he blushed.

Harry hung up again and smiled at the younger boy, "and if you want to go call me, just go to the contacts and press the button here.. Same goes to SMS, but.."

Harry's tongue stuck out lightly as he showed Louis how to write a text towards him, "there ya go. Just text now and then hit the send button."

Harry smiled softly causing Louis to nod slowly. He typed in a reply, furrowing his brows but he slowly got the hang of it.

'HI ITS LOUI'

The curly lad laughed softly and nodded, "that's it. Whenever you need me to pick you up or something, call me."

Louis looked bewildered for a second until he put the phone down again and rubbed his eyes.

"As I was saying.. Don't like Mobile phones.." He said shyly and yawned once.

"Mhm.. You'll get used to it. And you only need to use it when you need to call me. Just make sure you take it with you when you get out of the house" He said softly and stroked over Louis back before he grabbed the bags with clothes they bought today.

"I've ordered underwear for you, online." Harry mumbled softly while he walked upstairs, Louis trotting behind him like a little puppy.

"It'll arrive by tomorrow, I think. Y'know socks and boxershorts and all that", he threw Louis a wink and placed the bags down on his bed.

"Niall will wash them and place them in order in your closet, don't worry about that. He does a lot of things in this household.", Harry's eyes twinkled in amusement.

"M just gonna jump in the shower before we have dinner?" Louis asked slowly and glanced up at Harry with shy eyes, smiling as the curly haired lad nodded.

"Niall will be making your favourite" he hummed and left Louis on its own to change out of his clothes and step into the shower.

Even though he'd love to stay, watching his bum cheeks jiggle as he peeled his boxershorts off him.

Harry groaned and shook his head.

His appointment with his therapist will be good for him tomorrow. Even though it only bored Harry. He needed to appear to that sessions.

Because maybe he just wanted to convince himself that his mind could be cured.

~

Louis cuddled up to his teddy and snuggled under his blanket. His belly was full. He heard Harry's and Niall's distant conversation downstairs and smiled happily, tracing slowly over his teddy's ears and bit down on his lips, his thoughts travelling back to the two man kissing.

He wondered what Harry would taste like. His lips looked so rosy and pink.. Very soft. Louis cheeks blushed softly and he buried his face in a pillow, his dick getting squished between the mattress and his body.

Was it bad that Louis wanted Harry to be his first kiss? He just couldn't imagine kissing someone else..

Louis squealed as he felt his dick twitch inside his boxers, growing slowly to hardness. Louis didn't understand what was going on.

He wasn't stupid, he knew what his body looked like.

But it never felt like this before.

Arousing.. He woke up hard a couple of times but just showered coldly so it would go down again. Sometimes, he woke up to a wet stains underneath him.

"W-what-" he choked out as he rutted against the mattress, a breathy moan leaving his swollen lips.

He snuggled closer to his teddy, moving it down a little and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he ground down again, meeting the hard fabric of the teddy that felt heavenly good against his cock.

"O-oh", he breathed out and gasped, rutting down, the foreskin sliding over his tip, causing white sticky precum to leak out on the slit.

He didn't know what he was doing but this just felt so good.

Louis couldn't stop. Moans were leaving his parted lips like a waterfall, his hair getting slightly damp while he humped his teddy bear.

"G-g-good", he stuttered out, thinking of Harry, Harry's lip, Harry who leaned down to him with that beautiful smirk of him before their lips collided.

"Ngh!" He rutted down with a cry once more and whimpered, spilling into his boxershorts and it felt so good that he just rocked lightly into the feeling, his eyes dropping close.

"Hawwy.. Pwetty lips.." He murmured out softly before he passed out, teddy pressed against his abdomen.

~

Harry laughed softly and took the last sip of his wine, smiling at Niall before he got up and yawned.

"Gotta head to bed, it's pretty late. I have to go early. Doctor Phillip is waiting for me.." He muttered and groaned softly.

"Please make breakfast for Louis?"

Niall grinned and nodded softly, already cleaning everything on the table as Hardy made his way up the stairs. He could swear he heard noises coming from upstairs.

But he didn't know if it was just his sick mind playing tricks on him. Probably.

Harry creaked the door to Louis room open, being met with the familiar scent of.. Cum. Hormones, Boy scent.

His nostrils flared as his grip tightened on the door knob.

He should leave.

He should.

Now.

But something urged him to the vulnerable boy, making him sit down at the edge of his bed causing it to dip underneath his weight.

Dark green eyes were traveling over Louis lightly glistening body, down to the wet stain in his boxershorts.

He almost moaned.

Did he have a wet dream or masturbated? Did he even know what it meant?

"S-sticky.." Louis mumbled in his sleep and slid his thumb gently in his mouth, closing his lips around it to suckle lightly.

It made Harry's mind go crazy.

How could Louis be so dirty and innocent at once?

Harry grit his teeth together and got up to get a warm flannel, wetting and returning to Louis. He knew the boy would be sleeping until the morning.

There was nothing that would wake him up that fast after experiencing an intense orgasm.

Harry peeled his boxershorts back, his eyes darkening as he saw the soft tip of Louis dick.

It was wrong. Inappropriate.

But he was just helping to clean him, right?

Harry bit down on his lip hard, dragging the flannel over the dried cum and washed it off.

The curly lad stared at the pink tip of Louis' cock, wondering how red it would look if he'd make the boy cum until he passed out.

"Fuck", he muttered and withdrew, sliding his thumb over Louis tip in the process causing the younger boy to whine out.

He was sick.

But Harry just gently smiled down at the boy, dressing him up again and pulled the blankets up over to his chin, lowering himself to press a kiss to Louis' forehead, "Good night, little one."