counter culture// l.s || bdsm

chapter five

"I'm sorry, sir. I-"

"No! Why would you think it's okay to play the piano?"

"I just wanting to try it out..it looked nice and I got a little bored-"

"You could've asked me. Do you know how expensive it would've been to fix if you broke it?"

"I know how to play though, I wouldn't have-"

"Don't speak." Harry's face was red with anger. Louis didn't understand what was so bad but he didn't want to make Harry any more angry. "Over the bench. Now."

Louis eyes widened, shocked that Harry is punishing him over something so..so simple. He didn't want to argue but he didn't want to be punished either.

"Louis. Get. Over. The. Bench." Harry was fuming.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't know I wasn't allowed. You never told me the rules so I just-" Harry grabbed Louis' arm harshly, flipping him over and ripping his pants off of his hips.

"I don't care. You should've asked." Harry began spanking Louis as hard as he could. With the first smack Louis was crying. After 10, he was sobbing.

"Red! Red, Red, Red," Louis sobbed. He began to panic under Harry's hand, choking on his own spit, unable to breathe. Harry finally stopped the torture, quickly pulling Louis into his arms. "No! No touch, please!" Louis flailed from Harry's grip, falling onto the hard floor without pants on. "Sorry! So sorry," he held his head in his hands, shaking.

"It's okay, Lou. Tell me when you're green." Harry tried to sound comforting, but he wasn't the comforting type. The way he talked to Louis made the small boy shiver and cry harder.

Harry knew he didn't do the right thing. He should've listened. But Louis just made him so angry! Why couldn't he have asked to play? Harry would've said yes.

They sat, Louis' crying softening over time. He never told Harry green.

"I'm going to get you a car. The driver will take you home."

Louis mumbled an "okay." Harry brought him a pair of grey sweats and he left the studio.

When Louis arrived to the big house he thanked the driver many times, ensuring him it wouldn't happen again. As Louis walked up the steps he realized something.

Harry never gave him the key.

He tried the door handle once with no luck. "So stupid!"

Louis sat on the porch, waiting for Harry to come home. He thought about walking around a little but immediately decided against it, knowing he would probably get in trouble. Louis kept running the punishment in his head, over and over. He couldn't figure out what rule he had possibly broken. He supposed it was a Harry Rule that he didn't know about yet.

As the sky became darker, Harry still hadn't come home. Louis thought of checking the windows to see if he could get inside but he remembered Harry mentioning an alarm system.

When the moon was high in the sky, Louis decided this was another punishment. He should've let Harry give him aftercare instead of running away. Crying on the porch, Louis finally fell asleep.

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"Louis," Harry whispered. "Lou."

The sleeping boy stirred, unable to tell exactly what was going on.

"I'm sorry I forgot to give you the key. Let's get you inside okay? We have to talk."

Louis sleepily nodded. "Hold, please," the tired boy requested.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, hoping he heard Louis correctly. "You want me to hold you?"

"Yes, please." Louis rubbed at his eyes then reached his hands up to Harry. Harry lifted him quickly, holding him, letting Louis wrap his tiny legs around his waist.

"We have to talk about yesterday. And rules, can you do that?" Harry asked sweetly. Louis was confused as to his mood changes but he would never complain.

"Yes sir. But I- um-"

"What, Louis?"

"I'm hungry."

Harry nodded, laughing a little. That was the first time Louis was completely upfront with him. "Okay, breakfast first then."

Harry walked them inside, trying to set Louis down on a counter, but every time he cried more. "Louis, I've gotta make you breakfast, but I can't do that if you're clinging to me like a koala. Please bub, just let me set you down for a minute."

Harry knew he could technically tell Louis what to do, but he had already traumatized the poor boy. He didn't want to make it worse by being mean to him.

"I just want eggs, please." Louis sniffled, and stuffed his face into Harry's neck, clearly not having any plans to let go of the man any time soon.

"Okay, Lou." Harry began whisking eggs together to scramble them, adding heavy cream and salt and pepper before gently pouring them into a pan. Louis wasn't too heavy, but he was thick, and constantly in Harry's way, especially around the stove.

"Okay baby, time to get down for a minute." He patted Louis' butt gently. Louis slowly let go of him, still standing between Harry and the stove, hugging around Harry's waist. Harry wasn't going to retaliate, he was lucky Louis was still willing to touch him anyway.

"Okay baby, eggs are done. Let's go talk."