Chapter 6

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Louis woke up the next morning, still deep in subspace. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he was cuddled up to an unmoving Harry. In his state of subspace, which made his body feel extremely hot, Harry felt extremely cold, so who could blame him when he started crying into the chest of the boy who was immediately labeled dead in his overly emotional brain.

Harry, feeling the cries of the boy, woke up to Louis sobbing into his chest. He had no idea what was going on, he had just woken up, but he felt as if he was going to die when he heard the small boy chanting "DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy," through his sobs.
Harry felt as though he had already failed as a dominant and soulmate. His Louis was crying and he wasn't there when he needed him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He said, quickly pulling Louis up so he could talk to him face to face.

"Daddy!" Louis shouted loudly, breaking out into hysterics as he threw his arms around Harry's neck, colliding his lips to the taller boys.

It was most likely a violation of Harry's dom rules to kiss him without asking, touch him without asking even, but Harry was never one to turn down a kiss, especially from his soulmate who was obviously still not in the right state of mind.

"You were dead sir." He said quietly after pulling away.

He was slowly coming down from the high, subdrop. It was the most awful feeling in the world and he felt nauseous, tired, and hungry, and he wondered if this was what a period felt like, because even though he had female organs and an excessive amount of oestrogen, he still didn't get periods.

"What was that hun?" Harry asked, hoping he had heard wrong.

"You were dead!" Louis shouts, crying again.

"I'm not dead though, so you can stop crying baby." He said, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of his eyes.

"Sir, I'm tired." Louis said suddenly, hesitating as he pulled away.

"We were just sleeping baby." Harry mumbled, sleep clouding his voice as the small rush of adrenalin left him.

"I know that, but I'm tired, can we please go to bed Daddy?" Louis already knew that being called Daddy was one of Harry's weaknesses, and even in his state of delirium he knew that that would get him what he wanted.

"Of course baby. Do you need anything else?" This was awful for Harry, he knew he shouldn't be pampering his submissive like this since it would leave the wrong impression on the boy, but he couldn't help it when Louis looked at him with his dazed tenerife eyes, and so they both went back to sleep after a "No thank you, sir." and a 'goodnight kiss'.


Louis had woken up from his long nap a few hours later, and was completely down from subdrop. He felt normal, to a certain extent, since he had never felt comfortable in boxers. When he felt that there was more fabric on his legs than just his soft lace panties, he was slightly appalled, but he didn't want to push his luck by replacing them.

He didn't like the looseness of the pants, he felt a constant need to have his bulge concealed, so he could only hope that Harry wouldn't make him wear these all the time. Standing up slowly, since he didn't know if his legs could hold his body weight yet, he leaned slightly on the bed side table for support. When he felt that his legs weren't, shaking he paced back and forth a few times, testing his legs once again.

Smiling to himself, he walked downstairs, feeling something small shifting inside of his hole but not thinking much of it; he was used to bigger things. He heard voices coming from the living room, and peaked around the corner to see Harry, Liam, and Niall sitting on the couches talking to each other. Liam and Niall were on one couch, with Niall laying with his head resting on Liam's lap, and Harry was sitting on the couch across from them, listening intently to what Liam was saying with a smile.

He shyly walked through the opening with his head down, and his hands behind his back.

"Hey baby, what are you doing up?" Harry asked as he looked him over, frowning at the showing skin on Louis' neck, but quickly smirking when he sees the bruise in the spot where he had bitten Louis a few nights before.

"I feel better sir." Louis said, hesitantly looking up at Harry even though he had told him that he could look at him when he was told the rules.

"Okay baby, come sit." He said, smiling.

Louis rushed over and sat on the floor beside Harry's feet, having read somewhere that some dominants didn't feel that their subs were worthy to sit on their furniture, and that they got pleasure from treating their subs like shit.

"Baby, what are you doing down there?" Harry asked curiously, gazing down at Louis with a look that matched his tone of voice.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" Louis asked dumbly, looking around and seeing that there wasn't any other spots in the room other than beside Harry.

"Come sit with me, dummy." Harry said playfully, smiling down at Louis with a slightly fond look in his eyes.

Louis quickly scrambled onto the couch and sat stiffly as he blushed in embarrassment. He had just made a fool out of Harry in front of another dominant; he really wanted to cry, then, because he had already failed Harry and it hadn't even been a week.
Harry pulled Louis closer by the shoulder and Louis immediately went flaccid, leaning his whole body into Harry's side like his life depended on it as he buried his face in Harry's neck, and tried his best not to cry.

"It's okay baby, you didn't do anything wrong." Harry said quietly, nuzzling his face softly into Louis hair.

He started tracing a soft line back and forth on the back of Louis' neck, slowly making his traces bigger until he could reach the bruised spot on Louis' shoulder, pressing down lightly. Louis could have cum right then as he let out a quiet mewl that was almost cat like; completely oblivious to the stares he was getting from the two sat across from him.

It seemed once again that all he could feel was HarryHarryHarry, and he decided that day that, that was his favourite feeling in the world.

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