Harry grabbed Louis' hand, wincing as pressure was applied to his blisters, and began to lead the way, but they made it down only three stairs before Louis was collapsing. "God fucking dammit, you sheep fucker," Harry growled, groaning slightly as he bent down and hefted Louis up into his arms, carrying him bridal style. He had to turn his body so he was leaning against the wall do he could feel where he was going, the smoke now so thick in the stairwell it was like he was staring at a solid wall.

"Louis, stay awake with me. Come on, you don't get to pass out and leave me alone with all this fun," Harry continued to talk to Louis, not being able to look down and see if he was awake or just unable to talk. He was wheezing loudly, their breath intakes almost matching. Come to think of it, Harry was wheezing too, sounding like a smoker who had been smoking a carton a day for the past sixty years. His head was getting foggy and light, and he just wanted to collapse on the floor and have someone carry him too, but he pushed past that and ignored his jelly muscles that began to scream in pain, demanding to be heard as it began to shoot sharp pains throughout his arms, making them shake.

They had just reached the main floor when something exploded above them. The ceiling began to cave, and with the last little bit of oomph, Harry kicked himself into full gear and ran. Louis' head hit against his chest, and he was making odd noises but Harry didn't stop to see if he was okay. Pieces of the ceiling began to fall, and a support beam gave away and the entire part of the ceiling above the front desk caved in and fell, orange flames spurting out and threatening to engulf Harry and Louis if they didn't hurry.

He was on the verge of tears when he pushed through the front doors and inhaled the fresh scent, but he was already gone. He couldn't breathe. He wanted go claw at his chest and his eyes, to to relieve some of the pain. He ran as far as his legs could take him, bright red and blue lights filling the space around him, and finally collapsed a good thirty feet from the door. His kneecaps cracked on the hard cement, and even though he wanted to, he didn't drop Louis. He didn't let go. He kept his arms wrapped firmly around him, keeping him crushed firmly to his chest.

Zayn was already assuming the worst. His friend, pregnant friend, hadn't made it out. Sobbing, he buried face in Liam's shirt, the older man sniffling too upon hearing the other. Niall had been standing next to them, uncomfortable as could be as he didn't care for either of them - especially Zayn, when he suddenly saw movement from the front door.

"Hey look! Its Harry and Louis!"

Zayn and Liam looked up at the same time, seeing the tall surgeon with arms full of Louis. Both pulled away to go charging at their friends at the same time Niall jogged over, having grabbed a medical bag from the ambulance.

Louis smelt the fresh air and tilted head back, nose twitching as he sneezed. Feeling arms around him, he looked up, surprised to see it was Harry. Inwardly smiling, he brought a hand up to push the hair from the dom's face and look it over. "Harry? Are you okay?" Louis wheezed out. Damn his lungs hurt. He gave a hard cough that ended in a gag, leaning over to spit in the grass.

The irritation in Harry's lungs only progressed to his airways swelling closed, the fresh air being blocked off as he tried gasping in air. Tiny little spurts got through, and panic began to set in as he watched people surround him and Louis. "Oxygen," He croaked out, voice raspy and nearly unrecognizable. He made a cup over his face to demonstrate what he wanted, and then the world began to grow foggy, a white cloud like fog surrounding his vision.

His arms around Louis began to loosen, and he was nearly giving into the need to just faint, to give into the pain and screaming of his lungs and just let his mind shut it all off. But Niall seemed to understand what he needed, and a few seconds later a oxygen mask was placed over his mouth and nose, though the air didn't leak into his lungs like they had all been hoping.

"He has soot in his lungs! The chemicals have caused irritation and swelling. If I don't get an X-ray of his chest soon, we are looking at his lungs collapsing, or body going into distress from the foreign chemicals in its body," Niall Horan said, followed by a pink haired man falling to the ground next to Harry and yelling, "He can have long term lung problems if we don't help him soon!"

Michael slowly eased Harry's arms from around Louis, and after Zayn moved the boy, he coaxed Harry onto his back, head tipped back to allow the airway to open even just a little bit more. "You fucking prick. You die, I'm bringing you back from the dead only to kill you again. We are in this together, Harry. You can't leave me alone in this hell hole," Michael sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He stared down at his friend that had a black face, red watery eyes, large blisters on his hand and legs, and pure terror freezing his face.

Protesting angrily when arms pulled him from Harry, Louis started kicking his feet, dangerously close to slipping into his litttle space, which would make it twice he'd have gone under in Harry's presence. What did that mean? Did his little mind somehow know that Harry would eventually be his dom? That was fucking creepy.

Zayn growled at Louis and pulled him tighter against his chest, whispering in his ear that Harry wasn't doing well and to sit his ass still. The dark haired male knew everything about Louis, even the little space and the two maybe had messed around, Zayn purposely making Louis go under to see if he could handle it. The two had been doing it even when Zayn and Liam paired up. "But I want da - Harry, " Shit. Louis's eyes got wide and he coughed out weakly. Zayn snorted at the lame gesture and picked his smaller friend up and took him to an ambulance the two could be alone at.

Niall had an absolutely stoic look on his face. He never panicked in the face of danger and was really wanting to get down there and shake Michael, instead he cleared his throat, "Mr. Clifford, I need to get harry into an ambulance and over to another hospital for x-rays. Please move aside." He signaled for a couple EMTs to come over with a stretcher and put Harry on it then carried it to one of their ambulances, the one right next to Zayn and Louis. Louis's eyes widened when he saw how Harry looked. Shit.

"NO, Zee, let go I need to go over the - " Zayn held his friend down when he made a move to jump off the end of the rig and into the one Harry was in. He snapped the oxygen mask onto Louis' face, "Stay! What's with the change of heart? You hate this guy!"

Nothing made sense. Flashing lights, the clouds in the sky, the birds chirping and the people screaming. They all just bunched together in a blurry world Harry didn't know if he even existed in anymore. He knew he was fine, though. Could feel his fingers, wiggle his toes, feel his heart beating within it's confinement. But something was wrong. Trapped within his mind, replaying what had happened over and over again, Harry's gears began to turn and he tried to sit up, tried to rip the mask off his face to tell them they needed to check his red blood cells to see if there was enough oxygen running through his body; that he had breathed in all the chemicals in the hospital and as they were sitting around, speaking, they were attacking the lining of his lungs and causing damage that may never be repairable. But arms were holding him down and through burning eyes, he only managed to see blonde waves of hair, crashing down into dark pools of brown. Niall.

They had made it to the back of the ambulance when Harry began to freak out, scratching relentlessly at the mask on his face. Niall had thought he was panicking because he couldn't breath, couldn't relieve the pressure in his lungs, so he grabbed his arms and held them down at bis side. Niall was a small man, but he had muscles. Well, that and Harry was a weak bastard right now. "Calm down, mate. We're taking you to Ellis memorial hospital. We'll get you help there," Niall told him in a small voice, eyes flickering up to meet Zayn's as he struggled to hold Louis back. Oh. Maybe he's worried about Louis. "Louis' fine, too. He's getting oxygen,"

The bad part was, Louis could still see Harry and that the man was starting to freak out. Louis made a noise and tried to push Zayn away, hating that he had to lower himself to biting his best friend on the arm to get him to let go and then rushing over to the ambulance Harry was in and shoving himself past Niall to climb up beside Harry. "Don't touch him," He hissed at Niall, narrowing eyes as he carefully moved to sit beside his Dom and grabbed the EMT by the front of his shirt to shake him, "He needs a tracheotomy, so either you grab a fucknig sacalpel out of your kit and do it or I'll do it." Louis had had to do quite a few of them in his lifetime, insisting on learning the procedure just in case he wanted to advance his career from nurse to doctor sometime in the future. The EMT stared at Louis for a few seconds, a few seconds too long if you asked the petite nurse, but he grabbed the scalpel. "Niall, hold him down on that end I'll get this side," Louis got on his Dom's right side and gently held him, down, speaking softly into his ear while the EMT did his job.

Zayn was watching from the other ambulance wondering if Louis had been possessed. It was close to Halloween, anything could be possible right now. Shaking his head to clear it, he turned to yell for Liam. When his boyfriend ran over, Zee nodded to the other ambulance, seeing Liam's reaction probably mirror his own. "The fuck?" Liam asked. Zayn shrugged. "Invasion of the body snatchers?"

Harry didn't want Louis here, even if that made him a big piece of shit. He knew he was his Dom, knew of his responsibilities, but he didn't want to see Louis. Wide eyes watched as the paramedic wiped the black layer from his neck with a sanitary alcohol wipe, followed by Horan being handed a scalpel. No. Harry didn't want this. He didn't want a fucking tracheotomy. He tried shaking his head no, but hands on either side of it kept him from moving and he had to watch and feel as Niall sliced through his skin on the anterior aspect of his neck, creating an opening that had blood pooling in Harry's collarbones and sliding down the back of his throat like hot lava.

Pain sliced through his body, and his consciousness wavered as they threaded a tube through the opening, followed by a hand bag being connected to the end Niall was holding. The last thing he remembered was a gush of air filling his lungs before he gave into the pain and everything grew black. Silence is a mans dream, until he is surrounded by nothing. Then it becomes his worst nightmare. And right now, Harry was conflicted. Peace and solitude with the darkness, or pain and grief with the bright lights? Did he want to fight?

His eyes matched Harry's when Dr. Horan made the first slice. Louis was a nurse for god's sake, so why was seeing the blood of his dom making him cringe like that? He couldn't wait for the procedure to be over with, when the bag was up and running, he let go of Harry's hand and stumbled off to a wide patch of grass to throw up again. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, he walked over to where Liam and Zayn were staring at him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Zayn brought an eyebrow up and looked over to where they were getting Harry stabilized and ready to transfer to the hospital then at Louis, "You defending Doctor Dickhead. What's up with that? Just because he's your dom . . "

Looking over at the ambulance just in time for the doors to shut and the rig to take off, Louis brought shoulders up ina shrug, "I dunno. Just thought I had to be there? He didn't even acknowledge me. Why am I seeking his approval and attention?" He was second guessing being the guy's sub. Could submissives reject Doms? He was going to go down to the center tomorrow and talk to someone. "Can we go home now? I'm tired and dirty and I want nothing more than to put my feet up and watch Netflix?" Zayn gave a nod and motioned for Liam to come over.

Fretting around the campus to keep tabs on his staff and the patients, John whipped out his cell phone, and with the help of others, got temporary placement for the patients that needed it. The ones who were only one day were sent home and told to reschedule their appointments at another hospital. He dismissed the staff members who weren't needed anymore, but told them to keep in touch, he'd be getting ahold of them within a few days to let them know which hospital they'd be working at for the time being.

The two men in the ambulance worked to keep Harry stable the entire ride. When they reached the hospital and Harry was pulled from the van and rushed through the doors in the ER, Niall followed close behind them. He felt uncomfortable being in this place, a hospital that wasn't his own, but like a veil falling away from a brides face, the uncomfortableness fell away and Niall felt at ease as he stared at all the patients. He did good with sick people.

They rushed Harry to get a chest xray to see if any damage had been done to his lungs, but the results were unclear-- fuzzy, so while they waited for a pulmonologist to come down and assist them, they took him to a trauma room and drew blood to do an array of tests; complete blood count, chemistries (basic metabolic profile), arterial blood gas and carboxyhemoglobin. Harry remained unconscious during all of this, the only sign of life, beside the heart monitor, was the movement of his eyes beneath his closed eyelids.

Not wanting to be alone, Louis went to Liam's place. He showered, then packed a small bag and met Zayn over there. Emily was also home and had picked up some Chinese, alcohol, and soda for Louis, since he'd since told Liam and Emily about his pregnancy.

"So, what the hell are we doing to do until we get to work again? We got a week off because of this mess." Liam was the one who finally spoke up over the sounds of chewing and clanking of utensils. He set his fork down and bit off the end of an egg roll, chewing it thoughtfully, "Should we take the time to go see our families? Go on a lads' holiday? What?"

Louis shrugged. He was supposed to be starting to pack up for his move in with Harry, but he wasn't sure how long his Dom would be hospitalized and he refused to go see him. Playing with his lo mein, threading it through his fork then letting it fall back into the box, he sighed, "Whatever you guys wanna do, I'll be up for it." Zayn gave Louis a frown and stabbed at his beef and broccoli, "Stop mooning over the guy, Louis. He didn't even look at you in the ambulance, what if he rejects you?" Stiffening up, he glared at Zayn through his caramel fringe, "Fuck yoU! Just because you hate the guy . . and I really should, but still, he would've rejected me the moment they announced he was my Dom! We shared a moment, I swear we did."

Laughing sarcastically Zayn set down his forkful of food, "Keep living in your dream world. See how far it gets you."

Harry's lungs were clear. The amount of soot he had inhaled was the cause for his nasal passageway and throat to swell off, and the cut off of oxygen had led him to become light headed and pass out. It wasn't until they had began to regulate his oxygen and give him the necessary medical treatment that the man began to wake up.

The first thing that broke through the haze of his black world was the obnoxious beep of the loud machines, followed by the uncomfortable pressure in his throat. He swallowed thickly and cracked his eyes open, but quickly slammed them shut when the bright fluorescent lights blinded him, causing his pupils to dilate before narrowing, constructing to two tiny pinpoints. His throat was scratchy and his head sore, a headache pounding away at his frontal lobes. "Where am I?" Was what Harry had initially tried to ask, but all that came out was a breathless whisper. His vocal cords vibrated with the words, but they were too weak to form any coherent sentence.

"Mr. Styles, welcome back! You've had a rough few hours, but you sure are lucky. You walked away from that fire with minimal damage," the nurse who was assigned to Harry said from her spot next to the bed, where she sat perched on a stuffed chair. She eyed the bandages around his right hand and legs, then let her gaze move to the piece of gauze covering the incision in his throat where the tube had been. They had removed it when his oxygen levels had began to come up, but they were still low so they switched it out for a normal breathing mask.

Kicking at the wall as he got up, he cussed at the sudden throb in his foot. Bad idea! He grabbed his coat and disappeared from he house, lighting a cigarette as he walked away feeling his head get clearer. Maybe he should just leave town, move back to where his family lived? Then Harry wouldn't have to reject him, Louis would have made the decision for him. Yanking at his hair, he started walking aimlessly, planning to get himself lost until work started again. He wasn't sure Harry cared, Zayn's words were ringing true as he fought back hot tears.

"Zayn! You just let him go? For fuck's sake!" Liam was about to grab his coat when Zayn stopped him. "Leave him be for a few hours then we can go get him. He needs to process what happened, we all do." Emily nodded in agreement to Zayn. Liam looked at both then sighed and replaced his coat back onto the rack.

Surprisingly, Louis ended up wandering to where Harry had been admitted. He glared at the building then turned and walked away, picking up his pace like something was chasing him. What he wouldn't give to have a drink. He coughed as he breathed in, he probably should have been checked out by an EMT but it was too late now. Shoving hands into his coat pocket he entered a convenience store.

Harry attempted to open his eyes again, but they refused to open past a tiny crack that allowed him to see right in front of him, the door a blurry surface of brown. What happened, was what he wanted to ask but once again, it was to no avail. He grew frustrated-- angry at Niall and Louis for doing this to him. Growling, the noise not even audible but it irritated his raw throat, Harry gestured towards the glass of water next to his bed. His throat was drier than a eighty year old womans vagina.

Getting the hint, the woman in the green scrubs moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed the cool glass before gently inclining Harry's head, noticing when he winced. Placing the glass to his lips, but not tilting it yet, she said, "Remember, you just had a tube in your throat. Swallowing will be painful, so take it easy slugger. Only drink a little water." As if Harry wasn't a fucking doctor who has talked many patients through this after the trach tube was removed. Dumb broad.

Eagerly swallowing the little mouthful of water he was offered, Harry cringed as it slide down his throat, but sighed as it soothed some of the irritation. "Your sub should be here soon. I paged Millia and let her know you're awake," the idiot nurse said, glass clanking on the wooden table. Fuck you and the government rules. Call him back, tell him I'm dead. Once a sub and Dom met, their medical files were edited and listed under 'Emergency contacts' was the others name, and their number. Too fucking bad Harry didn't have use of his voice yet, or he'd make the nurse cry and wish she'd never stepped into this room.

The phone he completely forgot he had on him, rang loudly making him jump. He fished in his coat pocket fully expecting to see Liam or Zayn's number on the caller ID instead it was an unknown which Louis never answered. "Fuck off!" He slid the screen to red to reject the call then threw the phone into his pocket. Noticing that he had wandered into the seedy part of town, Louis swallowed hard as panic started to set in. He could turn around and come back the way he came, then hed end up wandering into the hospital Harry was at and no doubt would the Dom curse at him. He knew he wasn't Harry's favorite person.

"Hey cutie, coming in?

A smoky voice interrupted his thoughts. Lifting head, he now saw a female in skimpy clothing standing there. Her hand went up, the silver bracelet circulating around her wrist caught the light and Louis's attention as his feet made up their own mind and went toward her, "Let's party, babe"

Eyebrows furrowed, Harry thought back to all he knew on the recovery after a trach, and his eyes lip up as he glanced up at the nurse. He pressed a finger to the gauze, applying enough pressure to be uncomfortable but not painful. Doing that stabilized his vocal cords and allowed him to speak, even if he did sound like a deranged goblin. "I don't want Louis here," Harry managed to say, eyes screwed shut as the words scratched their way up his throat.

What he said was lost though, because a nurse had knocked on the door at the exact moment he began to speak and she peeked her head in. Where the hell is her hair? She had an a cut that was not at all flattering on her round face. "Louis Tomlinson didn't answer his phone. We'll try again in a few minutes, but is there anyone else you need us to contact?" She asked, voice high pitched and squeaky. Harry shook his head furiously, not wanting to deal with his mum or Gemma or anyone else. He had dodged a bullet with Louis being the self centered asshole he was and not answering his phone. He just needed to think of a way to keep him away.

Time wasn't a thing when Louis was in the strange club but hell if he wasn't having the time of his life. He felt guilty at first, knowing he was enjoying the evening while his Dom was ill and his best friends were worried, but with every hit he took, his brain started erasing itself. Easily he became lost in the smoky room, eyes squinting against the harsh vapor, but laughing a little too loudly at what was said even if every word was garbled.

"Louis, try this." A pill was slapped into his hand and a glass of Pepsi followed. He told the group he was allergic to alcohol, they'd believed him and kept Louis stocked up on soda, though he was sure he took a Red Bull awhile back, or did he imagine that? Either way his body was alive, he wanted to bounce all over the place like Tigger when a strange male with piercing green eyes and chocolate curls came into his vision. Introducing himself as Philip, he sat and chatted with Louis, the chatting turning into a makeout session that got hot and heavy then ended in the bathroom with both men finishing at the same time.

Louis' phone rang again. He wasn't in the right state of mind to have a conversation, but apparently he agreed to show at the hospital, his dom needed him. Mumbling an excuse to his new friends, Philips' number was added to his phone as the man walked him to the hospital. He didn't leave Louis' until both of them were in Harry's room.

"You didn't need to walk me here, but I'll text you later." Louis gave a wink, or tried, he was so high he wasn't sure his two feet were touching a floor and he was slurring. "Ok, so I'm here. What did you guys want?" Louis half asked Harry and the nurse standing there. "By the way lady, you look like a huge dyke with that haircut!"

Harry was up and out of his bed when he noticed Louis swaying, blood dripping down his arm from where he had ripped out his iv. The wires that had been connected to his body was strewn across his bed, and Harry was pleasantly surprised when he got no sudden draft up his backside. This hospital was fancy and had the gowns that clipped all the way down to the back of his knees.

Shaking off his thoughts, and pushing himself to keep up on his shaky legs, Harry grabbed Louis by the arm and gave it a warning squeeze. "You come into a hospital high and disrespect the staff. Yeah, write that down in a book that focuses on how to lose your job in three seconds flat," he hissed harshly in Louis' ear, finger pressed against the incision that he felt tear from the sudden stretch of his throat.

He didn't care about the fucking dick who was shooting Louis heart eyes, though he was a little unsettled with how much they looked alike, even though Harry was obviously hotter and taller. "I want to be discharged, now," he knew of the many reasons he should stay, but he didn't care. He didn't want to beat Louis to a bloody pulp when there were witnesses.

"But, Mr. Styles, you really should stay for overnight observation," the dyke nurse said, voice letting on with how hurt she had been by Louis' comment. "Now!" He shouted, followed by an unpleasant coughing fit that made a fire ignite to life in his lungs.

Interrupted from flirting more with Philip, Louis gave his arm a shake, the pain from the squeeze wasn't registering in his wasted mind. "Don't fucking touch me you dick! I'm here on my own time and so what? By the look in her eyes, I don't think anyone is home." The nurse may have sounded hurt, but she didn't seem to recognize Louis. Hell, he wasn't familiar with the hospital staff of hospitals he didn't work at, maybe a handful hed done consults with.

Philip gave Harry a disgusted look. The blood and hospital gown made a great first impression. Louis shook off Harry's hand and had a quick whispered conversation with Philip before kissing his cheek. Turning to face his Dom, his facial expression was unreadable.

He looked at Harry when he demanded to be released then at the nurse who just had to put her two cents in. "I'm just here because I was summoned by my Dom." Louis said flatly, crossing arms as he stared at the floor, "Wait.. the hell am I doing here?"

Ignoring Louis, Harry turned to face the dickwad Louis was talking to, subtly sizing him up. Thin arms, spaghetti noodles for legs, lanky ass body. Hell, Michael could take this asshole. "Since you've already dipped your fun stick in Louis' pond, I suggest you leave before I force it into your own," he growled, voice gravelly.

The nurse scampered out of the room to get the discharge papers, and Harry walked over to the side table by his bed, teeth gritting to hide the pain he felt with each forced breath and step. He wasn't going to look weak. He grabbed his cell-phone and car keys, the only thing that must have survived the fire, and turned back around to find lanky ass still here. "I'm not kidding, leave,"

Philip eyed his look-alike then rolled eyes. He gave Louis a pat on the arm on the way out then made the call me gesture. Louis gave a salute then settled himself in a chair. He had major dry mouth at the moment. Licking over his lips to wet them then swallowed. He remembered passing a drink machine on the way here.

Without even telling Harry, he walked out into the hallway, meeting the nurse coming back with the discharge papers. "Dear, the rules say subs can't be left wandering by themselves. You better -" Louis shouldered past her trying to remember where the machine was, hoping he hadn't imagined it.

"Drink, drink, drink," Louis cheered when the machine came into view. He slid enough money in to buy two sodas then waltzed back to the room.

Harry didn't even bother chasing after Louis. If he wanted to wander off and get arrested for being a high asshole, then he was going to do it alone. Taking the papers and scrubs the nurse offered him, Harry quickly changed into the too large, hideous orange scrubs, not at all minding that he was freeballing. The cut on his arm had stopped bleeding, but he still put a bandaid over it and wiped off the dry blood before he filled out the paperwork, keeping silent so he didn't stress his vocal box too much.

"I need you to bring my c-- no, Michael, I haven't been sucking dicks. Quite being immature and bring my bentley over here... Because you are at my house... No... Yes, hurry," Harry hung the phone up and leaned heavily on the counter, the pain in his head magnifying due to all the idiots he's constantly surrounded by.

Sinking into a chair, Louis muttering under his breath as he took a swig of the Pepsi and gave a satisfied noise. He took another deep drink then twisted the cap back on. Getting an eyeful of Harry in the orange scrubs, he fought back an orange is the new black comment and instead stared as he finished making his call.

Chewing on a nail, he watched his Dom fill out the paperwork, then pulled out his phone to play around. How much longer was he supposed to stick around? Shifting in the chair, the cushion made a rude noise and Louis quickly turned red. "It was the chair. I swear."

Harry set the paper work aside, and pulled on the fuzzy slippers he found nestled safely away in the closet. "Follow me," he said through clenched teeth, arm wrapped tightly around his chest to apply pressure to his lungs when they felt like they were expanding far past the limits they should be. "Here's the damn paper. I'm leaving," he threw the paper at the woman, and turned to leave as it fluttered to the ground, catching the wind and shifting to fly behind the desk.

He stomped to the elevator and pressed the button to go down, the metal doors making him shift on his feet restlessly when he seen his reflection. He looked like utter shit. The soot had been scrubbed from his body, but he still had black underneath his eyes, the bags puffy and prominent against his pale cheeks. He had an ace bandage wrap wrapped around both of his legs, beginning halfway on his foot and ending just below his knees, but they weren't visible. Unlike the gauze on his throat that had a large red spot in the middle of it, peaking past the edges of the tap. It would always be a reminder of this wretched day, a reminder he didn't want.

His phone rang again, startling him. Fumbling to pull it from his pocket, he took out his cigarettes and lighter amazed that hed remembered to bring them. Waving for Harry to go on ahead, Louis walked slow, if his Dom didn't hold the elevator for him it wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Zayn, I'm on my way back. I sound what? You can seriously tell over the phone? An x tablet, never tried it before." Louis looked up in time to see the elevator didn't arrive yet so that would be an awkward ride down unless he lingered more. Turning to face the wall, Louis gave a chuckle and finished his call with Zayn and Liam, the latter insisting on making sure Louis was alright.

He pocketed the phone just in time for the elevator to arrive. Damnit! Walking on with Harry, he took to the far corner to scroll through missed text messages and Twitter. Louis didn't do Facebook, he preferred what he referred to as the sanctity of the bird. Opening the app, he clicked the quill symbol and started typing:

Ever been so high you can smell and taste colors??? If no, then you're kind of missing out! #IBelieveICanFly #IWannaFlyAway

Giggling at himself, he almost missed the elevator arriving at the main floor. He stepped out after Harry, head going back down to his phone as he dug out a smoke and the lighter to spark it the moment he stepped out.

Harry glanced over at Louis as they stepped onto the elevator, curious eyes moving to the screen that was just a bright blur, so he opted on staring at his shoes. The colors were horrendous, too, red with brown stripes. He shuddered and reminded himself to give the hospital fashion tips before he stepped out and went straight for the doors. There was a slight limp to his walk, but if Louis noticed, he didn't comment on it.

"Give me a cigarette," Harry demanded, though he swears he had tried really hard to make it come out a question. The doctor in him told him smoking after nearly dying from inhaling smoke was probably the stupidest idea anyone has ever had, but when has he ever listened to his brain?

Louis glared at Harry. He was kind of miffed at the man for his comments when the sub first arrived even if he did deserve them for stupidly being high, but Harry wasn't his father. "Fucking go buy your own." No, Lou didn't feel like being nice at the moment. Stepping onto the grass, he cupped hands around his cig to light it then blew out the bluish gray smoke.

Peering at his screen, he saw Emily had replied to his Tweet with a ❤ and "See you soon. Hurry up and get home..Z and L are driving me nuts!!!" Laughing he did a few emojis then walked farther on the lawn. He lifted head to see what Harry was doing. "Peace." Louis was ready to walk away and call this horrendous day over with.

Harry gimped after Louis. He didn't bring up the cigarette conversation again, because he honestly didn't need one. His lungs had been smoke fucked enough today. "Leave, and I'll file a police report and say you're missing. Let them find you when you're high and pregnant." Harry said, this being the first actual time he addressed the pregnancy head on with Louis. He didn't even know if he believed it, but what if he did? What if the timelines match up in his brain now and he actually considers it may be his child?

"Speaking of the fetus, what the fuck did you take? I understand you are a reckless idiot who doesn't give two fucks about his life, but did you honestly even think about its life?" He came to a stop next to Louis, wheezing and stomach aching as he began to cough again, a black substance coating his saliva when he spit on the grass. Fucking soot.

The words didn't faze Louis. "I showed up when called. The police can look and see we got matched just today so they'd be aware that I have a week of freedom before being put under your control. A missing persons' report would be thrown out, you can't file one until the person is missing for 24 hours. By then, I'll be at Liam's with three witnesses. Care to try me again?" He snapped his attention to his Dom. "I am not going with you before I'm ordered to. I plan on enjoying my freedom for now and you should too. We have time-off from work because of this."

His nose crinkled. Louis had been spitting the same crap out. While Harry had been getting dressed, the nurse had handed Louis the prescription inhaler that Harry was to keep on his person at all time. "Here," He held out the green and white inhaler to Harry, "I trust you know when you need this. As for what I took? None of your business!"

Harry's silver convertible bentley pulled up to the end of the curb, and he didn't say anything or even take the inhaler Louis had before he stalked over to the car. He didn't want anything Louis had to offer right now, didn't even want to look at him. "Don't ask anything," Harry growled, face lighting up with the headlights of a car that pulled up behind where Michael had parked, Luke sticking his head out the window to wave at Harry who just brushed him off with a flick of his wrist. "Go get in the car with little miss sunshine. I'll see you back at the flat," although Michael didn't live with him, he was there almost every night.

Stepping up to the door when Michael got out, he turned with his back towards the entrance and finally acknowledged Louis. "Get in, or the moment you are legally mine, I'll make sure you don't have another free minute of your life,

Of course the two morons would be with Harry. They were practically his henchmen, as Louis was convinced Harry lead a double life of torturing people. He rolled his eyes and shoved the inhaler into one of Harry's scrub pockets. Putting a hand up to shield his eyes from the bright headlights, Louis continued to stand there feeling stupid. He wasn't apart of that social circle and never would be.

"Fuck yourself, Harry." He put the cigarette in his mouth then took off running, knowing exactly where to go. Liam's neighborhood wws close by, Louis made sure to be familiar with it as he cut through the park that was attached to the hospital property. The fountain that marked the exact middle of the park was heard as well as Louis' ragged breathing as he'd forgotten his own inhaler at Liam's.

Harry jumped into the car and didn't even close his door properly before he ripped out of the parking lot, tires squealing against the asphalt, and hauled ass down the empty street before making a sudden left turn and stopped the car next to the sidewalk, car narrowly missing the curb. "Run, Louis, I dare you," Harry snapped, stepping out of the car to stand in front of it, arms folded over his chest.

Louis came to a stop in front of him, and from the deer-caught-in-headlights look, Harry knew he knew he had been caught. There was no running, unless he booked it around Harry, seeing as a bush was blocking the one side of the car, which would never, ever happen. The older man was hurt, not handicap.

Why was it a good idea to run? Louis was defeated, but he made sure to look around before slowly walking over to Harry. "Why the fuck can't you leave me alone you worthless dick?" Louis hissed as he climbed into the back of the car, completely ignoring that the passenger seat was open. He didn't want to sit next to him. "Im staying at Liams, not my own place."

Not caring if Harry allowed smoking or not in his vehicle, he pulled out another cig to light it and glanced at his phone. Quickly texting that Harry was basically kidnapping him, he opened his Twitter account to keep himself occupied as he'd be damned if he was going to he sociable with the likes of these guys.

Harry smiled smugly and climbed into the car before he lightly pressed his finger to the button on the door and the locks snapped down. The only lock button was on his side of the door, the windows lock were on, and the locks disappeared into the door, so there was no way for Louis to unlock it. "We aren't going to Liam's. I'm your Dom, and legally I have a right to keep you in my presence, unwillingly, before we are moved in together, as long as I do not physically restrain you," Harry said, grinning at Louis over his shoulder before he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and the car lurched forward.

Quickly calling Michael, Harry sandwiched the phone between his shoulder and ear as he focused on driving, both hands on the steering wheel. "Change of plans. Go to Luke's places. If you are at my house when I get there, I'll change the locks and drown your PlayStation in the tub," Harry said, wanting to use a much more harmful, and even possibly extremely painful, threat, but also not wanting to because of the listening ears in the car. Don't want poor Lou to label Harry as a psycho because he heard him threaten his friend with restrainment to his bed for an entire week.

It was a habit for Louis to click his seatbelt, so if Harry was trying to cause injury to him by jerking the car, he'd failed. "So why the need to lock the door?" Louis rolled his eyes as he dialed a number and spoke quietly. He could care less what Harry's conversation consisted of, Louis was starting to get a headache from eye strain, too much smoking and just the day's events that his eyes were now threatening to close being in the warmth of the car and the gentle ride.

Before he knew it, Louis had slipped under. His back against the seat and face pressed into the strap of the seatbelt leaving a mark on his face. Fingers loosely held onto his phone as they laid in his denim covered lap. If you asked Louis, he insisted he didn't snore yet a soft noise came floating out from between his thin chewed up lips.

Harry glanced in the rearview mirror and seen Louis fighting off sleep, so he remained silent. His own body was exhausted from the day, and his brain needed at least three weeks of sleep to finally catch up with all the events that has happened today. First, he was paired with Louis. Then he found out he impregnated Louis. Then the fucking hospital burned down, and Harry had to be captain save a ho and rescue Louis, only to hurt himself in the end. And don't even get him started on the drugged up boy showing up at the hospital.

When he pulled into the second garage on the right side of the house, he closed the door behind him, the metal nearly silent as it slowly made its way to the ground. They were only enveloped in complete darkness for a few seconds before the night sensor lights came on. Shutting off the car, Harry twisted his spine so he could reach back and tap Louis."Rise and shine, sleeping ogre. We're here," Harry said in a not so soft, or gentle, voice. He had to admit, even if it was some foreign part of his brain, that Louis looked adorable while he was sleeping; peaceful.

Feeling like he had just fallen asleep, Louis jumped eyes flying open. He rubbed at his face where drool had dried then swallowed. The effects of the ecstasy was wearing off and he badly had to take a leak again. He narrowed eyes at Harry, realizing he had been serious about taking him home. Catching his cell before it could slide off his lap, he typed a message in the group chat and added a frown face.

"Sleeping ogre. Please, Froggie Face, Im fucking gorgeous," Louis smoothed back his hair and climbed from the backseat. He didn't recognise the neighborhood Harry lived in. "Figures the Frog Ho lives in solitude. Nobody to bother him or disrupt his plans!" It wasn't helping with Louis's early theory that Harry and his goons kidnapped people to torture them.

Following Harry inside, he danced from foot to foot. "Could I use your bathroom?" He hesitated before giving a closed lip smile, "Please?"

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped into the hallway, slippers instantly being toed off of his feet and pushed up against the wall. He half limped and half walked into the kitchen, where he thumbed on the light switch and walked over to the stainless steel fridge with the small touch screen window on the one door, above the water and ice dispenser. Harry was a man who had a lot of money and liked to spend it on stuff he thought useful. Like his cars, all five of them, this house, and all the funky gadgets and furniture in his house.

In his backyard he had a full surround sound system installed with speakers littered all over; in the cement, next to the pools, on the walls, on the barbeque island. The control system for it was in his living room, on the wall next to the archway that led you into the dining room. That was what he was most proud of, out of everything he owned."Sure, there's two guest bathrooms, pick whatever one," he said, forgetting to give directions on where they were. He subconsciously just assumed Louis knew where it was. Strangers were almost never invited into Harry's home, so Louis must know the way, yeah?

He popped open the fridge, and was bathed with a cold chill that crept over his face and arms, and grabbed an ice cold water bottle from the second shelf. He was fucking thirsty. Goosebumps covered his arms and the cracking of the protective seal being snapped from around the lid of the water bottle made Harry flinch. He hated that sound.

Blinking at Harry, he was about to open his mouth to let him know this was his first time in the house and he wouldn't know where to go then closed it again. Louis was a smart guy, he would just wander till he found one, or a random corner, Harry would be pissed when he found out, but it'd ne his own damn fault. Luckily, he found a bathroom and did his business, raising an eyebrow at the apple scented hand soap.

A few wrong turns and Louis made his way back downstairs. Rubbing his neck, he took out his phone to text Zayn that he was in Harry's home and snapped a few pics as proof. He followed the sound of movement in the kitchen and saw Harry, entering the room he did a full lap because he was nosey. "So, what are we doing?"

Harry took a swig from the water bottle and replaced the cap before he walked past Louis, down the hallway, through the living room and into the dining room. He set down at the table and grabbed the thick packet from the middle of the table. Michael had brought it here during his dinner break for Harry. The man had promised he didn't read it, but the pages smudged with orange cheeto powder was evidence he was a liar. A bad one at that.

"We are talking. Through all of this," Harry said, folding his arms over the book as he gestured for Louis to sit across from him. "I have until tomorrow to reject you. If we can't work something out, that we both agree on, then we're done and I'll drive you home,"

It sounded simple enough for him. He moved to sit down across from Harry, laying his phone on the table in front of him and resting head on his hand. One of his sodas came out from his messenger bag and was set beside his phone. "Im guessing that's all the shit about me a Dom has to know? How come subs don't get those?"

Curious as to what it said, Louis sat up straighter and tried to read the top page, but the print was too small. The orange smudged fingerprints suggested someone had already flipped through it. "Do i get to read it?"

Harry lifted the book up to press it against his chest, lips pressed into a thin line to hide his panicky reaction of Louis reading a book filled with a summary of his entire life, of all his problems and habits. "You don't own me, I own you. We can spend our entire lives with me knowing every single little thing about you, and you only being allowed to know what I tell you," Harry said, clearing his throat.

He laid the book back down on the table and flipped through the sixty page summary of Louis' life, and stopped when he found questions the sub answered before even meeting their Dom. His eyes skimmed the paper, and he bit down on his bottom lip hard to keep from showing any reaction. "I want a Dom who will love me, and treat me right. So many people are afraid to open themselves up in this day and age, but I'm not one of those people. I want to be loved, and love them back. I don't want to be the only one trying in my partnership, and I hope my Dom will agree with me, and try to make it work," Harry read the answer out loud to the question of, "What do you want in a Dom?" He didn't expect to find such a... Deep answer. It was vague, but if you read past the lines, dug deeper into the words, you could hear the fear and pain in his words. He'd been hurt too. Harry was now curious, and wanted to read his summary, but he dug his fingernails into the page to keep them from moving. Not with Louis here.

A smug look crossed Louis' features. "I do have ways of finding stuff about you. My charm working on just the right person and they sing like a little birdie." Not to mention, he may know his way around computers. Bringing hands up to link his fingers together, he steepled them.

"And that answer still stands. I want us," He gestured between them, "to work." Uncapping his Pepsi, he took a long gulp following it with a soft belch.

Harry quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, making him appear displeased and uninterested. "Not many people know my story, or who I really am. And try. Google my name, or even my mothers. All you'll get is articles about me being a surgeon, and other stupid shit. My records are sealed from the public," Harry said, winking at Louis, "nice try though."

He opened his own drink and took a little sip from it, still not courageous enough to drink anymore than a small mouthful. His throat and chest pain was just pushed to the back burner, being nothing more than background noise. If Harry wanted anything done, it had to be that way. And not to mention he refused to take pain pills. "Even if I am unfaithful and a man with irrational anger problems?"

"Are you naive enough to believe hackers don't exist? And that those files are really sealed?" Turning sideways in the chair, he slung an arm over the back, fingers twitching to be holding something. He wondered if Harry would be okay with smoking in the house. One way to find out.

"You'd be unfaithful even when we supposedly get married?" Louis voice was thick with disbelief. He angrily blew smoke out and tapped the ashes onto the table. "Does that mean i can go fuck whoever I want?" He was already thinking about the Harry look-alike from the club.

Harry watched the grey ashes fall from the cigarette and land on his fifty thousand dollar table and said fuck it. Leaving the dining room for a second, Harry grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the drawer in his study on the bottom floor of the house before he made his way back into the dining room. He'd rather get another tracheotomy than ask the stingy bastard for a cigarette. Unaware that everything Louis did, Harry did, the older man packed his cigarettes and did his lucky before tugging one out of the pack and reaching across the table to snatch the subs lighter off the table.

"If you are really desperate enough to hire a hacker, go for it. But I never said I wouldn't answer any questions you had," Harry said, sticking the stoge between his lips before he lit it and inhaled deeply. His lungs seized for a minute before they rejected the smoke and made him cough, making it feel like he was coughing up razor blades that embedded into his throat on their way up. "As for the sleeping around, go right ahead. I'll be more than happy to beat some fucking twats head in. I never said I'd be unfaithful, just if you'd still want us to work if I were,"

For someone who smoked, he didn't seem aware that having ashtrays was a good thing or he simply didn't care. Louis was protective of his lighter so when Harry was done using it, he set it on top of his pack. He knew what it was like to be out one, and was guilty of stealing others that's why he tried hard to keep tabs on his own.

"Hire? Oh my dear Dom, I know the finer points of hacking. I was taught by the best." Frowning when Harry started hacking up a lung, Louis took another drag. "Oh so it'd be okay for you to, but not me, or your protective side is coming out."

Harry rolled his eyes and cleared the sludge out of his throat before he took another drag from his cigarette. He had noticed Louis' hesitation on ashing on the table, eyes glancing around to look for an ashtray he wouldn't find. Harry had never smoked in his house previous to right now. That's why he got the room with the balcony, and had a smoking lounge/patio on the side of his house.

"Oh god, I've been paired to a CIA agent," feigning fear, Harry scoffed and opened the bottle with one hand to, stupidly, chug the rest of his water. "Dig up what you want, or just ask me. Right now, I'm offering you ten questions. You can ask me anything, and I'll answer them honestly," Harry said, throat tickling and the water sloshing around in his empty stomach when he shifted in his seat. "Call it what you will. I let you sleep with my sloppy look-alike tonight without throwing a fit. Try it again, though, and I will make sure you have a nice little dildo to remember the guy by," meaning, which if it wasn't clear, he'd cut off the guys dick and give it to Louis.

That was a bout of protectiveness coming out, Louis was even more sure of it. Looking down at his phone, he opened his text messages to send a new one to Zayn. Right as he did that, the Harry doppelganger messaged him with a rather inappropriate picture causing the sub to turn a bright red and choke on his cigarette. Quickly deleting it, he dropped the phone on the table.

"Bitch, the CIA ain't got nothing on me." Louis gave a loud laugh. Ten questions? he had to think about that. "I already have more than enough dildos though, thanks."

Harry eyed him curiously as he suddenly went from impassive, to a blushing school boy, to a sassy cheerleader. "As I'm sure I'll find out in the packet," he said, patting the still open pages before he leaned back and laid one arm across his torso, then dug his elbow into the skin above his wrist to use it as a sort of prop. Taking a long drag off his sig, and burning his lip, Harry dropped it into the bottle that only had a few droplets left and watched as the red cherry died, drowning in water. It's hiss was barely heard above Harry's own blood rushing through his ears. "Questions. Begin asking, or I'll retract the offer," he was curious about what Tomlinson could possibly want to know.

Finishing his own smoke, he stretched his arm out to drop it where Harry put his. "Ok... uh." Racking his brain for some original questions, he bounced in the chair. "What's your best feature? Have you ever been in love?" That was only two, he would think up more, "Er... do you want this baby to be a boy or girl? And are you going to be there for the birth?" He was losing steam. "Can I have a raincheck with the last five?"

Louis shook his head. "My personal collections are not included. I made it very vague so whomever read it would be dying to know more." He tapped at his temples with a wink, "I am not stupid."

Harry's spine stiffened at Louis' question, but he was a man of his word and would answer honestly. "Eyes, yes, neither, but if I have to choose, girl, and I don't know. Will I?" he never said he wouldn't be vague. An eyebrow rose to hide beneath his hair that had fallen in front of his face. Tucking the strands behind his ear, he scooted up in his seat, thankful Louis had no idea about his life so he couldn't ask very probing questions.

"If I would have to guess, I'd say you have a large selection of dildos, maybe a few whips, definitely a set of handcuffs, and maybe a vibrator with a curled tip designed to press right against your prostate," Harry had his ways, too. Getting information on Tomlinson was as easy as checking the weather on his phone. You knew what you were hoping for, but opening it up could lead to huge disappointment. Luckily, Louis wasn't very boring.

A knowing look crossed Louis' face as he leaned forward on his elbows, "Mine aren't fuzzy. Are yours?" He snickered. A friend, upon hearing that the two were pretty much at war with each other, managed to hack Harry's bank account just to see what transactions the man had and could any be used against him. "Heard you made a big purchase at a well known sex shop here?"

Louis grinned wide when Harry said he hoped their child would be s daughter. He was thinking the same thing, already making lists of things to buy for the princess, but he has to control himself. Plus, he hasn't decided if he wanted to find out the sex or wait until the baby was born. "Oh, do you want to find out our baby's sex?"

Harry snorted at the comment, figuring only Louis would bring up things he's bought. "Mine aren't, but Michael's are. Well, Luke's. I didn't know what to get him for his birthday, so Michael took care of that for me. Mine are plain, though few have veins," he said, grinning when he completely tore apart Louis' jab.

Shifting back to lean in the chair, Harry's fingers began to trace over the rings on his finger, having got them back from the nurse at the hospital. He had just learned of the child, and now he was expected to answer all these questions when he didn't even want it? "I mean, sure. Why not," he shrugged, shoulders barely lifting in a feeble attempt before pain radiated in his lungs and he dropped them again.

If Harry thought he had him, he was wrong. Louis has taken the next step into snooping, but he wasn't going to bring it up unless it was needed. "Veins, I hope you're talking about your dildo.." Louis looked down at his phone when it chimed again. It was the doppelganger sending yet another pic. Guess who isn't getting a text back?

Looking at his own hands, he picked at a hangnail. "Ok cool. ." Awkward silence. Louis had run out of things to say again. Turning phone over and over and over in his hand, he reached for his smokes with the other. This was why Louis hated being bored or idle, he chainsmoked then.

Silence stretched between them. As Louis smoked another cigarette, Harry stared down at his hands. He had gunk under his nails and his wrists still had some soot staining the skin. "I do have to say something," he suddenly said, glancing up to make sure he had the boys attention before he continued. "You smoke weed or take another drug while you are pregnant with the fetus, and I will have you locked up for child endangerment. Don't even start and tell me it was once. I don't care. One slip up leads to another and you end up with an infant like Olivia,"

Bristling at the subject going to Olivia, Louis suddenly slammed his hand down hard on the table, "If I can't talk about Aspen, you sure as fuck aren't allowed to talk about Olivia!" Fuming now, he took an angry drag then blew it out, "And how would you know what I take? Gonna make me do a pee or blood test every time?" Louis didn't have an answer to why he took X tonight. Maybe it was because of who offered it, he was a sucker for pretty eyes.

He sat there studying Harry with narrowed eyes. "And, weed isn't exactly endangering as it's got medicinal qualities to it. Shouldn't you be more worried about me smoking cigarettes?"

A hand came down on the table, louder than Louis' attempt, and Harry's eyes hardened, the dom in him he has kept buried all these years flickering to life and burning bright inside his emerald orbs. "I didn't accuse you of sleeping with Olivia's mother, Lewis. And are you seriously that big of a fucking idiot? You have urine samples every single doctors appointment, and blood tests. I won't have to do shit," his vocal cords were shaking hard in his throat, quivering, begging to be out to rest but he wasn't backing down.

Rising to a stance, Harry leaned across the table and plucked the cigarette frome between Louis' fingers. "You're right. Quit, or I'll lock you in a room here for the entire week. After three days the cravings will be gone, but we want to be cautious, yeah? Don't want our fucking... It, born with a hole in its lungs,"

Usually Louis did not condone violence, but Harry was asking for it. His hand came up from the table and slapped the older man across the face. "You ever EVER fucking think about threatening me or that you can hold anything against me, you better fucking think twice." Louis growled at his Dom, spit exploding from his mouth with every word. He was pissed.

"That's it! Fucking call the baby an it like the worthless fucking father you are! Thank fucking GOD you haven't knocked anyone else up or they'd be the ones being threatened right now." Louis grabbed his drink bottle and shoved it into his bag then stomped for the door, "Fuck you! I don't wanna see you!"

The throbbing cheek was only another thing to add to Harry's list of injuries. He's been slapped so fucking much recently, and he was tired of it. "Oh yeah, run away when I'm only being worried about the fetus. Isn't that what you wanted, hmm? Or do you simply not care?? You know I got warned about you. Little miss rich boy who runs away when the going gets tough, or reverts into a child. Is that all you're going to do your entire life?? Run?" He was shouting now, and when Louis made no move to slow down or even turn around, Harry took off after him.

They reached the hallway when Harry finally grabbed Louis by the arm and spun him around before shoving him against the wall, being gentle but also forceful. Hips pressed against Louis' to keep him in place, and arms barricaded his upper body. "You piss me off so fucking much," Harry growled, voice letting on that it was straining, being overused far too soon. Blue eyes heated with stubborn defiance glared up at him, and Harry did the only thing he knew how to do, knew he couldn't fuck up. Lips smashed together, teeth clanking together in a heated clash before his tongue was thrusting into Louis' mouth.

Pepsi, flat and bitter, lingered on the boys tongues with the ashy taste of cigarettes. Hands moved the fist Louis' hair, anchoring him in place so he didn't move; didn't fight. Harry wasn't good with words, or confrontation when it involved something he's always cared about, even if it had been buried. Children was something he used to want, used to visualize, and now that the day dream that has long since shattered was coming to life, along with it came forgotten hatred and resentment. He wasn't Louis at the moment. He was everything Harry's ever hated, while being something he used to want. It was an alluring trap that eventually drew him in, and with a growl Harry's tongue was fighting against his subs.

The harsh words Louis wanted to throw back melted on his tongue as he felt himself being kissed and Harry's tongue swirling with his. A hand left his side to lose itself in chocolate curls as deft fingers twirled around the strands and pulled them in passion.

"Wasn't running, I was walking," Louis said huskily, throat a little deeper than his normal range indicating he was a little turned on at the moment. Free hand slid under the ghastly orange scrub top to find a nipple and tweak it as head tilted wanting to gain more entry to Harry's mouth.

Harry's back arched, shoving his chest into Louis' hand further. Lips stinging from the sudden, and rough, makeout session, he licked his swollen bottom lip and pulled back to face Louis with dilated pupils. "Why do you insist on being so damn defiant?" He asked in a breathless voice, hand falling down to trace the length of Louis' torso before he paused over his tented pants, hand moving to cup his growing erection. Everybody talks when turned on.

A small giggle erupted from the light touch of Harry's fingers. The smaller man was extremely ticklish and very turned on, as was the Dom if Louis was reading him right. Moving up on tiptoes to lick at the shell of Harry's ear then giving a sharp nip, whispered, "Maybe I wanna see how far I can push you until you punish me," Louis looked Harry in the eye as fingers tugged at his nub. "Daddy."

Harry growled low and ducked his head to nuzzle his face in the space between Louis' shoulder and neck. His tongue poked out and liked a small strip up the mango flavored skin, hand continuing to grind and workover Louis' thickening length. "Or maybe you're afraid of me. You've never had a dominant you can trust, have you, Louis? You're afraid to trust me, aren't you? You can go and fuck random guys, and even randomly fuck me, but you can't actually commit, can you?" The question was followed by a nip at Louis' throbbing pulse point. He could feel the boy giving in, bowing with every word and every touch.

Low breathy gasps escaped Louis. His head smacked hard against the wall, he was startled Harry had hit the nail on the head. Nobody should have found that out. "Your attitude towards me kind of made it hard to trust you or even try to talk to you. Yes, Im scared shitless of you, you act nice then turn around and hide yourself behind your mask." Louis whined low, he could feel how hard Harry was. He smoothed hand down his Dom's chest to disappear into the scrub bottoms, eyebrows quirking when nothing was between the pants and Harry. "Holy shit.."

A small whimper escaped Harry's lips when Louis wrapped his thin, short fingers around his length. He became painfully aware of his aching balls who have yet to have a release, even after the events from earlier. Shuddering as he recalled fucking Alice after he had swore never to do that again, Harry unbuttoned Louis' jeans and squeezed his hand into the tight space to take hold of the boys thick, throbbing cock. Two gaspy moans followed after the other as both men got lost to the intoxicating pleasure the other was giving them from a few small touches.

Thumbing at the tip, Harry traced his fingernail down Louis' swollen head slick with precum before he pressed lightly underneath it, where there was a sweet spot so many forgot about. "Maybe that's because you are a catty nurse who acts friendly only to gain information on people. I've trusted before, Louis, and been hurt. Don't expect me to let you in just because we fucked in the back of a car and I got you pregnant," the harsh truth burned even Harry's ears. He was willingly opening up, even if it was about something that was obvious. People high on pleasure always talk. Tonight, he'll prove that.

It wasn't Louis who was the total bad guy, Harry had his faults, too. He just couldn't think straight while being handled like this, hissing out a breath when Harry found that spot and drove him almost over the edge.

"And you're a dick surgeon who uses his position over others to get his way, also while acting sweet as pie as you fuck them." Louis swallowed hard. His vision was hazy, the upcoming orgasm grabbed a hold of all his senses and rendered him helpless. "But, I want to become a better person." Louis froze, remembering how he'd said that to a past Dom who only seemed to exist to tear people down. He stole Louis' self worth, the sass was just a facade for his insecurity. "I can be a better person, I promise" Louis' voice cracked as a tear went down his cheek.

The pain the sub had denied himself to feel reflected in his eyes, and the dom took pity on him. He wasn't a complete heartless bastard. Tracing a salty trail down Louis' cheek with his thumb, Harry wiped it away before he pressed a soft kiss over Louis' eyelid. Conversation pushed to the back of the burner, paused to be brought up tomorrow, Harry moved to grab Louis' hips and with little strain, he pulled the boy up to carry him, short legs wrapping around his waist.

His throbbing cock was momentarily forgotten, tucked safely back into the stretchy material of the scrubs. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight," Harry said, moving his head to hook his chin over Louis' shoulder to see better. "And I'm not rejecting you, as stupid of me as that is. We hate each other, and we both know that, but those quacks paired us for a reason. If we can't make us work, I'll release you as my sub, even though we will remain married, and you can do as you please," as he spoke, he walked through the main floor of the house and up the stairs. He didn't have time to make a room for Louis yet, so he skipped past all the empty rooms and went straight for his, where he set Louis on the edge of the bed.

And there he went looking like a pathetic fool in front of the man he could probably consider an enemy though the kiss left him confused, Louis chose to bury face in his Dom' shoulder and take the snuggles when he could get them.

A soft noise escaped when Harry said he wasn't rejecting him causing Louis to lift his head and eye the Dom. Was this a trick? "Under what conditions?" Louis asked quietly as he was sef on the bed. He wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on it and more than likely make a nest for himself on the floor.

Tucking himself more comfortably in his bottoms, Harry walked over to his dresser to retrieve a fresh pair of clothes for himself to change into for tonight, picking a simple black pair of pajamas with white boxers. "You don't run, ever. You don't sleep outside of our relationship, and you stop taking drugs that could affect the.." Harry cut himself off when he almost said fetus again, mentally imagining himself shoving a foot in his mouth. "Child," he opted on saying, tongue dragging across his bottom lip.

The low lighting in his room still glared brightly as Harry looked up to check if the ceiling fan was on, eyes following the blades before he sighed and moved to walk towards the door. "I'll discuss the rest with you tomorrow. I'm exhausted, get some rest. I'm going to sleep in one of the guest rooms," and before Louis could protest, Harry was gone, already walking down the hallway to the room furthest from the one Louis was in.

He closed the door softly behind him and, with his back pressed against the wood, slowly sank to the floor where he hugged his knees to his chest, cheek resting on top of his knees. What the fuck was he getting himself into? Louis was hopeless. Trying to fix something that never even existed was a waste of time, but Harry was feeling... something tonight. He couldn't explain it. He just knew he needed to see this thing through to the end, even if it meant he watched as everything went up in flames... figuratively speaking.

Louis could agree to those conditions if Harry agreed to the first part of it; no sleeping with outsiders. He eyed the Dom with a weary look in his blue eyes. "You're going to sle . . wait, you don't have to, I ca!" But he was cut off by the door closing and footsteps padding down the hallway. "Sleep in the other room. It's your house," He said to the mice in the walls apparently. Louis opted for grabbing pillows off the bed and throwing them on the floor then spreading out every blanket he could find into his nest so when he laid down, it was like he was being buried.

He tiptoed to the ensuite and brushed his teeth using the finger method then filled a cup with water from the tap to rinse and spat it out. Rubbing at his blood shot eyes, Louis splashed water onto it then snapped the light switch and went back to the room. It was kind of creepy being in here without Harry. He hoped it wasn't going to be like this when he had to move in.

Curling up into his blanket and pillow nest, he turned head to stare out the large window to stare at the moon. Full moon. Perfect, explained his actions and Harry's right? Chuckling to himself, he rolled onto his side to keep staring eventually drifting off into a dreamless sleep.