Two days.

Two fucking days.

Forty-eight hours.

The worst forty-eight hours of Harry's young life. He'd gone longer without Louis. Hell he just went three weeks without him recently. But now he's a ten minute drive away from touching him and...

He cant.

This is the worst thing Louis has ever done. Worse than when he left him hard and crying in the hotel in LA because he choose this punishment willingly and with total control over himself. But Harry knew that that is what this was. A punishment. He cheated on Louis. And that was the worst thing Harry had ever done. Worse than when he called while Louis was on the job, because the rule he broke this time was way more important and made Louis feel like Harry belonged to someone else. Which he didn't. He never could again.

It just sucked that he's realizing the firm reality of that now that Louis wouldn't even allow Harry to touch him. And now he was ignoring Louis' calls and texts, which was undoubtably making him even more angry at Harry. But he couldn't. He just couldn't be so close, listen to his voice, see his face, and not touch him. He'd ache with the need to if he let himself get any closer. But Louis wouldn't give up. Harry's phone lit up with his third call today and it's only eleven am. Harry's hands twitched with desire to snatch it off the table and let Louis' voice wash all his pains away. But then he remebered that after that he'd hang up and still not be able to touch him. So he left the phone there and watched it vibrate against the wood until it stilled.

Another call. Only a couple minutes after the other one. He was calling more often now. Probably fuming because of Harry's disobedience. Harry brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. The phone stilled again and left Harry's ears ringing with silence. The reprieve was only a minute this time before Louis' unidentified number popped up on Harry's phone. He couldn't take it anymore. He snapped his arm forward and brought the phone to his ear after answering it.

"Harry Styles. You are in a lot of trouble. Get here. Now." With that he hung up. Harry kept the phone pressed to his ear hoping to hear more of that flowing lilt, but it was quiet. Harry pushed the homework he wasn't really doing in the first place away from him and got off the couch. He ran a jittery hand through his hair, trying to pluck up the courage to go over there. If he didn't Louis might find a worse punishment for him, not that he wasn't already in a heap of trouble as it was. He wrestled on his worn boots and grabbed a jacket before running out the door. He was shaking and biting the skin over his knuckle the entire way there.

When he used his extra key to open Louis' door and walked in he found his boyfriend and Dom there on the couch, sitting quietly with his hand folded in his lap. He didn't look up when Harry came in which hurt more than Harry thought it would. Harry came and stood in front of the coffee table across from Louis. Louis didn't raise his head from staring at the now three Manila envelopes still sitting in the same spot on the table as the first had been when Harry came over the first time. Why the fuck didn't he open his mail? What if it was important?

"Louis?" Louis' hand twitched on his lap but he said nothing. "Lou?" Harry took a hesitant step closer and Louis abruptly pulled his head up.

"Sit down," Louis' cold voice shot into the quiet flat. Harry started to walked around the table but Louis spoke again. "No. Right there," he intructed with a head nod to where Harry was standing, "Sit down on the floor." Harry's hands were shaking again so he clasped them in front of him and fell to his knees on the rug that sat under the table. Louis sat up a little straighter. He watched Harry, eyes filled with something, but it wasn't kind. "Do you even miss me?" Harry bit his lip to keep a sob from pushing out of his chest. "Answer me."

Harry nodded slowly and whispered, "Yes."

"Then why," Louis emphasised his confusion, "are you ignoring me?" Harry lowered his chin to his chest and let the tears that had threatened finally fall. "Answer me dammit!"

"It hurts, Lou! I can't talk to you or see you unless I can feel you. I can't be this close and not touch you!" he screamed, keeping his head down.

"You refuse to acknowledge me because it hurts too much?" Louis asked incredulously. "You think you're the only one hurting? I haven't heard from you, much less seen you, for more than a week total in nearly two months and you think it doesn't kill me?! You think it doesn't tear me apart to find out you slept with someone without my permission? Ran to someone and let them have like I get to have you?" He was standing now, hovering over Harry even with the table between them. "Stop being selfish, Harry. Jesus Christ, you're a child!"

Harry lips was trembling and he couldn't keep his hands still even with the tight grip they had on each other. "I need you," he admitted quietly, nearly a whisper in comparison to Louis' volume.

"You need me?" Louis shook his head, "You can't have me, Harry. That's the point. You get to sit there and look at me and know that I need you so badly too. That if you would just behave I would take you right now." Harry whimpered at the news. "But I won't," Louis chewed on his cheek in consideration, "Actually, you're going to sit right there and watch me."

Harry's heavy lids opened wide at that. What did he mean? He soon found out when Louis came around the table and stood just six inches from him, his hips level with Harry's face. Harry's body subconsciously swayed forward but Louis stepped back. Harry whined at the space to no avail. Louis slid his joggers and pants down his legs so they sat halfway down his firm thighs, letting his semi hit the air. Harry groaned and scooted closer to Louis with need. Louis growled and spat Harry's name, making him look up at his boyfriend.

"Don't touch me. Sit there and don't move. You chose to ignore me for days, now your punishment has been made worse." Louis gripped himself in his hand and moaned quietly at the friction. Harry whined in frustration. That was supposed to be his hand. He needed it, needed to touch him. Please. But Louis steeled him with a harsh look and Harry let his eyes fall back to where Louis was tugging his foreskin back to show his flushed head. Harry's body twitched as he held himself still while Louis brought his thumb up and pushed his precome from his slit down his shaft with a moan. Harry licked his lips. He could practically taste him. But he couldn't really. What if Louis ate more fruit in the past couple days. He'd be sweeter. What if he'd eaten more meat? Harry didn't know. He couldn't taste him and know. Louis twisted his wrist over his head and slid his hand back down to his base where he squeezed just a little bit like Harry does to him everytime. Louis' head slumped back as a breathy, "Haz," fell from his lips. Harry's eyes shifted from Louis's cock to his face and back trying to take everything in.

"Lou," he begged. Louis shivered at the sound of Harry's voice, deep and needy. His hand moved faster over himself, jacking him off as Harry watched just a couple inches from him. "Lou, please." Louis didn't answer but he ran his palm over his leaking tip and stuttered a breath as he looked right at Harry's watery eyes. "Daddy, please," Harry sobbed. "Let me." Louis shook as he came, shooting ropes forward to land over Harry's red lips and cheeks. Harry's tongue darted out to lick the cum off his lips, but his hands stayed on his lap. He hummed at the taste and let his eyes fall closed. Definitely more fruit.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt something feather-light land on his lap. He looked down to see a tissue. He looked up so see Louis already clean and tucked away. Harry whined at the loss and ignored the tissue while he used his fingers to wipe the cum into his mouth, enjoying what Louis gave him. He finally used the tissue after he got everything he could feel off his face and swallowed, Louis watching him intently the whole time.

Now that the moment had passed Harry felt red hot with embarrassment. He'd just acted like an animal with no self-control and Louis didn't even acknowledge him. Harry pushed himself up on shaky legs, tears still streaming. He felt like he'd been crying constantly for months now. Probably because he had. He let everything that just happened, and that had happened recently sink in, his body and head heating up with anger. "That was cruel."

"That was your punishment for the past couple of days," Louis answered coldly. "I hope you'll behave now."

Harry's hands balled into fists at his side. "No. That wasn't a punishment, Louis. That was mean!"

"Punishments aren't nice, sweetheart." Harry hated when he did that, used pet names like an insult. "You need to learn."

"I hate your punishments! I hate this! I hate you!" Louis' mouth fell open at that, but Harry was seeing red and couldn't stamp down his anger. "You're the worst! I hate you!" Harry yelled again and swung his arm out and knocked all the envelopes off the table, opening one and sending the papers flying. "And you never open your fucking mail!" Harry knew he was off the handle now. Acting like the child Louis accused him to be, but he couldn't stop. He'd never been denied something he wanted before and he was rarely ever punished, so this was unusual and hard for him. He turned away from Louis to hide how hurt and embarssared he felt to see the mess he'd made on the floor. Hurriedly he started picking up the pieces of paper, not hearing Louis' protests in the background. "I'm sorry, Lou. I don't hate-"

Harry froze at a picture that was so familiar. Because he took it. He was there with a camera in his hand when he'd gathered Anne and his new stepdad together on their first anniversary for a memorable photo. Now that long brown hair and fair skin he'd known his entire life was printed on a page with all the details of her life with big red letters stamped over her face reading KILL ORDER. "Lou," Harry barely got out, "Why-what is-Lou?" He was getting just mumbling now. What was his mom doing in a folder on Louis' coffee table?