Warning: smut at the end lol
Don't report, if you don't like it, don't read

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When they were outside of the judges house, Harry stopped them. It was past three in the morning and it was bloody cold. Louis turned to Harry with curious eyes.

"If we're...going to be together...I don't want to share you." Harry whispers, his eyes softening.

"Caleb?" Louis asks and Harry nods, his hand tracing the small curve of his waist.

"Every time you talk about him you don't seem to have much affection towards him." Louis smiles and nods.

"Don't worry. I'll...break everything between us tonight. I'll call him." Harry grins and let's go of Louis, letting him walk in.

"I expect you in my room right after." Harry calls and Louis sways his hips sinfully, body entering the house as he whispers sarcastically,

"Okay, daddy."

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Louis stares at his feet as the phone rings. It was late and Caleb might not even answer but he has to--

"Hello?" Louis raises an eyebrow when he actually does answer.

"Caleb? What are you doing up?" Louis asks.

"I...should be asking you the same thing." He answers.

"Oh--um well. I wanted to talk to you--" a moan cuts him off. Louis' eyes widened.

"Are you...are you with someone?" He squeaks and Caleb moans again instead of answering.

"It seems like--we've both been a little preoccupied with other people." Louis mumbles and that catches Caleb's attention.

"What the fuck? What does that mean? You expect me to believe that you cheated on me? That's grand, Lou. You're too dim to get anyone. You're lucky I stuck around as long as I did." Caleb says and tears prick at Louis' eyes.

"F-Fuck off. We're done." Louis breathes and Caleb laughs before hanging up. Louis stares at his phone in disbelief before he tosses it on his bed and sniffling.

He leaves his bedroom and tiptoes to Harry's room to find the man in his bed, clad in just a pair of tight briefs.

Louis' breath hitches and he wonders why the fuck was he moping about Caleb? Harry fucking Styles was lying in his bed smirking at Louis and all he could do was stand in the room, frozen.

"H-Hi." Louis whispers and Harry grins, beckoning him to come nearer. Louis' feet move to their own accord and soon he's standing on the side of the bed.

"Let's get some sleep, kitten. Let's get your kit off." Harry breathes, tugging at Louis' shirt softly.

The smaller boy slowly took off his shirt and Harry grinned, tugging at the boys waist until Louis was straddling him.

Harry leans up, kissing him softly, his hands cold and rough against his bare chest. His lips move down slowly, kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. He sucks a mark directly below the jut of his collarbone.

"H-Harry. People are going to see that." Louis stutters and Harry hums.

"I don't care." He whispers, his voice husky and deep. He flips them over, Harry hovering over him. Louis' breath is ragged, his heart beating rapidly.

Harry kisses down his chest, tweaking his nipples softly making Louis keen at the touch. The older man moves to his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, pulling them down agonizingly leisure.

Louis groans quietly, biting his lip once his jeans were gone.

"You know...when you were going back inside the house earlier, you said something. Can you guess what it was?" Harry asks, his voice steady and stern.

Louis goes through his mind, trying to figure out what he was talking about. He couldn't think straight, not when Harry is kissing his thighs, sucking marks here and there.

"I--can't--"

"Think, princess." Harry whispers. Louis rambles through his brain, searching for whatever Harry is talking about. And then it hits him.

"Daddy." He gasps, hands fisting the sheets around him. He was achingly hard in his briefs and he just wanted Harry to do something about it.

Harry smirks and leans down to kiss over Louis' clothed cock, making the small boy groan. His hips buck up and Harry pushes them down, muttering a quick 'stay still'.

Louis whimpers as Harry pulls his boxers down, his cock hard and already leaking pre-come.

"So pretty, kitten." Harry compliments and he licks a fat stripe to Louis' base before sucking the head slowly. He looks up at the boy who was breathing heavily, small whines escaping his lips.

Louis was always loud, he couldn't help it. He bit his lip to try and stay quiet but it felt so good. He looked down and moaned at the sight. Harry swallowing him, inch by inch, lips puckered around his cock.

He waisted no time, bobbing his head quickly, having Louis moaning out loudly. Harry couldn't help it when he moved one of his hands to his own clothed cock, trying to rid himself from some friction.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy." Louis whimpers, his eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure.

Harry slid his briefs down slowly, pumping himself quickly, trying to chase his orgasm. Louis was a whimpering mess, sweat glistening on his skin, hair stuck to his forehead. Harry moaned at the sight, bobbing his head quickly, tongue swirling around the shaft.

Louis didn't last long; Harry can say the same thing for himself. Louis all but screamed when he came, come spilling down Harry's throat as he pumped himself faster, coming over his hand seconds later.

"Shit." Louis breathes, chest heaving. Harry wiped his hand quickly on his briefs and tossed them aside before leaning up to kiss Louis roughly.

He turns them over so Louis was lying on his chest, legs tangled together. It was quiet for a few minutes before Louis giggled.

"What's so funny?" Harry asks, his hands running over his back.

"I don't know. That you have a daddy kink." Louis blushes and Harry rolls his eyes.

"Truthfully, I didn't know I liked it until you said it earlier." Harry confesses. Louis hums and kisses him softly.

"Get some sleep, kitten." Harry whispers. Louis cuddles into him, smiling as he slowly falls asleep.

"Goodnight daddy."