Harry's POV:

"G'morning, Louis," I say groggily as when he stirs next to me.

"Morning, Haz. Did you sleep better after we went back to bed?"

"Yeah, I did. Thanks for helping me calm down and stuff. Normally I kind of just suck it up and end up staying wide awake for the rest of the night,"

He leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Of course. Do you get those night terrors a lot?"

" 'm not sure, but I think maybe once or twice a week if I had to guess. I don't always remember them happening after its over so it's hard to count."

"Oh," He nods, "What was it about?"

My uncle taking advantage and sexually abusing me for years while I was still too young to understand what was going on and too young to know that it was in fact NOT something uncles normally do to their nephews.

I just stutter a bit, not ready to tell Louis about the abuse. "Um, just family stuff," I answer honestly.

He gives me an understanding look, and senses I'm uncomfortable about the subject. "If it makes you feel any better, I've had some super shitty history with my family too,"

My mind immediately fills with worry and concern for Louis. "What happened? Are you okay, love?"

He gives a small smile. "We just woke up and it doesn't feel like the time for deep and somewhat depressing talks,"

"You're right," We get out of bed and go downstairs.

"So," Louis asks, sitting down ontop of me on the sofa (there was plenty of space next to me but I don't mind in the least), "Have you got any plans for today?"

"Nope. My day is free for whatever you'd like to do,"

"Want to head to the cafe for som breakfast?" He suggests.

"Yeah! Let me just get changed and we can head out," I grin.

"I should probably get dressed too,"

Louis gets off my lap and extends his hand to help me up off the sofa. I get up and walk towards the stairs that we just walked down a few minutes ago when my phone rings.

"I'll meet you up there," I tell Louis and he nods, heading back upstairs to get changed.

I wander into the kitchen and answer my phone call.

"Harry?" Anna's voice rings out through the phone.

"Hi, Anna. It's so early in the morning! What's up?" She rarely calls my cell phone unless she needs to get in touch with me about something involving work.

"Can you come into the studio tomorrow? The team's got a few different designs they want you to look over before you wear them for a shoot,"

"Sure, but why not just do it on Monday?" I normally have the weekends off and work on the weekdays (unless I don't have any meetings or photoshoots - then I get the day off).

"Normally, yes, but one of the marketing ambassadors from HUGO noticed you when you did that collab shoot with Mr. Payne and he wants to schedule you two together again. I've got you scheduled for a call with him tomorrow at 2 PM,"

"Well, in that case, I'll be there for sure. Liam's a great guy and the shoot was fun. Thanks, Anna, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure thing! Have a wonderful rest of your day," She says cheerily before ending the call.

I stuff my phone back into my pocket and head upstairs.

"Louis!" I call, walking towards the direction of my bedroom. I want to know if he's found anything that fits alright, since the majority of my clothing is a bigger size than he wears.

There's no response and when I open the door I don't see him anywhere.

"Louis?" I ask more softly this time, leaving my room and roaming the upstairs in search of him.

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Louis' POV:

I walk upstairs to get ready for the cafe since I don't want to go out in pajamas. I can hear Harry talking to someone about his work, but I don't pay much attention.

On my way to Harry's room, I pass a door I've never been in before. Harry gave me a house tour before, a few weeks ago when I came over for the first or second time. When he did, I was honestly too busy staring at him to pick up what rooms we were standing in. But at the same time, I know for a fact that we didn't go in here.

Harry's still on the phone and my curiosity gets the best of me so I turn the cold silver handle and push open the heavy door.

The walls are all painted a deep red color (the same red as the walls in his pool table room), and black trim lines the walls and floor.

It's dark inside and I so I turn up the lights with a slider switch by the door. I nearly choke on my own spit when the room gets brighter and I can finally see what's inside.

He's got everything known to mankind (maybe not everything, but all the big-ticket items) hung up on the walls, sitting on shelves, and on different hooks. And there are a few different black cabinets too, but the doors are closed so I can't see inside.

At first glance, I didn't expect Harry to be into this kind of stuff, or even own any of it. But then again, here I am standing in a room filled with restriants, bondage, whips, ropes, gags, and all the kinkiest shit you can think of.

It's quite neatly organized, as is the majority of Harry's house. He seems neat and clean and this room doesn't seem to be an exception. I shift my attention from the wall to see a large bed in the center of the room.

It's not anything like the bed in Harry's bedroom. This one has a sturdy metal frame with a variety of bars and polls on it. The headboard looks like its a metal grid, and the suspension bars at the foot of the bed vary in size and shape.

I'd be 100% lying if I said this rather surprising side of Harry didn't turn me the fuck on. I've got serious butterflies from being in his little playroom - if you will - as would anyone in their right mind.

But I'd also be lying if I said that I'd be the sub to Harry in here. As far as I'm concerned, and if all goes as planned, I'll be the one calling the shots. Sweet baby Harry will be at my mercy, but I'll be sure to treat him well.

"Louis!" I hear Harry's voice call out across the upstairs.

His footsteps recede into his room, so I quickly turn off the lights and leave the room, softly closing the door behind me. I dash across the hallway into one of the bathrooms and turn on the water, washing my hands to act busy when he calls for me again.

"Louis?"

"In here!" I turn off the tap and dry my hands on a towel when he walks in through the open doorway.

"You know I've got a bathroom in my room, right?"

"I know," I don't want to tell Harry I know about his kinky-as-fuck playroom right across the hall. Not right now, at least.

"Okay," Harry shrugs, "Are you still up for the cafe?"

I nod. "Yeah, of course. What was the phone call you got?" I ask as we head back into Harry's room.

"Anna, my assistant, called me and asked me to go to work tomorrow,"

"Is your work nearby? You know where the restaurant is but I guess you've never told me where you work,"

"Well it normally depends on what shoot I have coming up or what designers I'm working with, but most of the time - like tomorrow - I go to the Gucci studio downtown. I've got a nice office there, too."

I'm vaguely familiar with the Gucci HQ in London since it's this big, grand building. It's hard to miss, honestly, but I didn't know that's where Harry worked. "Like you mean that really talk building on Main Street with Gucci spelled out in big letters by the front entrance?"

"That's the one. I'm on the 12th floor. My office has even got my name printed on a cool nameplate," Harry beams proudly as we get changed.

"Ooh, well aren't you fancy?" I joke as Harry loans me some black skinnies and a green Obsession sweatshirt to wear out.

It's nearing November and it's chillier than it was in the summer, so I cant get away with wearing shorts out anymore. Thankfully, the skinnies fit really well and Harry's sweatshirt is warm (not to mention it smells like him which makes me giddy).

We finish getting ready and Harry drives us to the cafe. When we park and go inside, Jen is there to greet us with a warm smile. We say hi before walking over to my usual booth and sitting down across from one another.

"So are you guys boyfriends yet, or what?" Jen asks blundtly, handing us both menus and choosing to stick around for a bit of small talk.

I don't know. What are we? I'd like to be boyfriends, but I honestly don't know where Harry's at with all this.

I shrug and Harry just smiles. Jen lets out a joking huff as if to show her dissatisfaction with our indecisive answer.

"Anyway, what can I get you two husbands to eat and drink?"

Harry doesn't correct her and only hides his grin with his menu. I do the same, blushing as I look down at my menu even though I already know what I want to eat.

Yeah, Louis, he's sitting across from you.

Stupid horny thoughts. Fuck off.

"May I please have a medium black coffee and the french toast?" Harry asks and Jen nods, writing it down on her little notepad.

"And Boo Bear, what would you like?" Jen turns to me and I roll my eyes, trying to mass the wave of embarrassment that just washed over me.

"Ugh, Jen, for the last time stop calling me that!" My mum called me that once in front of Jen when we met up at the cafe, and Jen hasn't let me live it down since. Apparently, she finds it funny to call me that when I go to the cafe with anyone besides Liam or Zayn.

"Okay, Boo Bear."

"Can I have the blueberry pancakes and some orange juice?" I order, ignoring Jen's second Boobear comment.

"I'll be back with drinks soon, and then with your food when it's done cooking," Jen says, taking our menus and walking away.

"Boo Bear?" Harry questions, a teasing smirk on his pretty little face.

I roll my eyes (again) but of course, Harry has to make it sound cute and endearing so I can't be mad at him. I can still be mad at Jen though because that little shit always tries to embarrass me. Unfortunately for me, she normally succeeds.

"My mum called me it once and Jen heard and teases me about it," I explain.

a/n: louis mom is NOT jay in this. i would never make jay mean 🥺 🕊

I scrunch up my face, remembering my mum coming to visit me exactly once since I moved to London after uni, and the fact that she still used the same nickname for me as she did when I was 6 years old as if everything was still the same.

Which, by the way, it obviously wasn't the same. She had to right to come to London and request to meet up with me to 'catch up with things'. I only agreed because I was curious to see if she was sorry yet, or to see if she'd even acknowledge it and accept responsibility for what she did.

She claimed she was sorry but there weren't any traces of sincerity in her voice when she said that.

What a bitch.

Anyway, enough about her.

"It's a cute name," Harry smiles, "Maybe I'll steal it from her. It suits you well,"

"How does it suit me?"

"Well, you're soft and as loveable as the worlds most amazing teddy bear. And you're my boo, or if you don't consider yourself that yet, I hope you will soon,"

My face flushes pink at this and my face feels hot as a cheeky smile grows on my face. "That's fair. And you're my boo too, but I think I like calling you my Hazza,"

"Hazza?" He arches a brow but grins nonetheless.

"Yeah. Dunno where the name came from or how I thought of it, though."

"I like it,"

"I like you,"

His smile gets even wider (which I didn't know was possible). "I like you too,"

"I don't mind Boo Bear either," I admit, "But only when you call me it. Not my mum or Jen,"

"Speak of the devil," Harry jokes when Jen walks up to our booth carrying Harry's coffee in a white mug and my orange juice in a glass. She even put a straw in it, even though I'm a grown man.

But grown men can use straws. If you don't like it, sue me.

Jen hears his comment and smirks. "You guys were talking about Louis?"

"Hey!" I cross my arms defensively and shoot her a challenging look, "I'm not the devil,"

"You look like you're twinning with Satan with that resting bitch face," Jen teases, setting down my glass on the table.

I open my mouth to retaliate with a snarky comeback, but Harry beats me to it.

"He's not the devil. He's an angel," Harry says confidently.

"My only angel."

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Sorry for the lack of updates, I had writers block (again)

anygays, how do you think/want harry and louis to try and win the bet? :)

Thoughts or comments?

VOTE if you secretly with Harry or Louis could be your boo

also here's a larry drawing because i saw it and i feel like showing you guys for the sake of our mental health (sorry mum) 🥰