Louis had always been confused as to why people would pretend to be baby for pleasure, but now that he's seen Harry all fluffy and adorable, he understood.
It was always easy for Harry to go under. Neither Louis nor Harry ever realized how much they really needed the ddlb lifestyle.
Louis loved to take care of someone and Harry loved it to be taken care of.
So, naturally, when Harry slipped into his headspace this morning, Louis
simply changed him into a pair of diapers and his cute flower dress at
Harry’s request.
Louis had to work today however. Luckily, he was a CEO and he could work at home whenever he wanted to.
Louis had given his little on a colouring book and his favourite crayons and brought him to the living room. Harry was sweet and hadn’t bothered Louis the entire afternoon.
That was mainly because he loved colouring and Disney songs were blaring through the speakers.
After all... what happened with his mother this morning was not nothing.
But now, after 4 hours of Harry being an obedient little lad, he had to
interrupt his daddy working, because this was a serious matter. Like a
life or death thing. At least… it was to Harry.
Louis looked up when he heard a knock on the door to his office. He
hummed out a low ‘come in’ thinking it was one of his servants who came
to bring him some tea or coffee.
Louis immediately rolled his chair back when Harry shuffled into his
office. The boy’s face was pale and his eyes were red. Louis looked at
the boy and watched while Harry fumbled with the bottom of his blue
nightgown.
Then he looked up at Louis and his eyes watered. Louis jumped out of his
chair and jogged up to Harry.
‘’Baby, what’s with the tears?’’ Louis said with a pout as he wiped under Harry’s eyes with the pads of his thumbs.
Harry’s bottom lips started to tremble and more tears feel from his sad
green eyes. Harry brought his hand op to his eye and rubbed it with the
back of it.
‘’Harry?’’ Louis said, using his daddy voice because he was starting to worry now.
‘’I-I broke my-my crayon!’’ Harry stammered, before sobbing.
A big breath of relief fell from Louis’ lips when he heard that it was
nothing major, but when Harry looked at him in disbelieve, Louis winced and thought of a quick answer.
‘’Oh, Harry that’s not that bad. Just colour with a different colour,
yeah?’’
Harry’s lips wobbled again before he started crying loudly.
Louis panicked slightly and moved his hands in all different angles and ways, before softly placing them on his hips and pulling the sobbing little in a tight embrace.
‘’But i-it’s my p-p-pink cra-yon.’’ Harry sobbed into Louis’ chest.
Louis groaned. He knew that he had to fix the crayon. A green one? No
big deal, he’ll just mix blue and yellow on the paper, but this pink
crayon. This one damn crayon, was that one pink colour that you could
never make with red and white.
Louis knew that Harry knew and Harry knew that Louis knew. And so, Louis had to fix it.
Harry sniffled, choking on his tiny sobs while Louis rubbed his back and
tried to calm him down.
‘’We’ll fix it, flower. I promise we will. Now, where’s your dummy and the crayon?’’ Louis spoke, lifting Harry up from the floor and placing him on is hip.
Harry whimpered loudly and hid his face in his daddy’s neck.
‘’In the living room. ‘M sorry for interrupting you, daddy.’’ Harry’s
voice was croaky from crying.
‘’Oh love, this is a serious accident. You can always interrupt me for
things like this. What happened that broke your crayon.’’ Louis asked,
looking at Harry with questioning eyes.
Harry’s eyes widened and he started blushing like a mad man. Louis
chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
Embarassed Harry was the most adorable Harry and Louis loved to make him comfortable again by kissing and cuddling him all day long.
‘’I sat on it…’’ Harry mumbled as he lowered his gaze to the floor. A
tiny breathy laugh bubbled from Louis’ throat, but the older man pressed his lips together to prevent Harry from hearing it. ThenLouis realised that Harry was sitting on his couch.
‘’Is the couch pink now?’’ Louis closed his eyes, hoping for a positive
answer.
‘’N-No, daddy. I was sitting on the floor so I rubbed it off with my
sleeve. I’m sorry.’’ Harry said as he showed Louis his blue sleeve.
There was some pink substance on it, but Louis didn’t mind it because he
could wash it out.
‘’Why did you do that, Harry? I’ve told a million times before, don’t clean things with your clothes.’’ Louis said with a stern voice but kept rubbing Harry's sides.
Harry whimpered and shook his head. ‘’Thought you would be angry,
daddy.’’ He spoke quietly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
Louis kissed the little’s forehead softly and smiled against it.
‘’That’s okay, baby boy. Now, let’s go get the crayon, yeah?’’ Louis
walked into the living room and the first thing he did was grab Harry’s
dummy from the couch.
He gave it to Harry, who immediately pressed it into his mouth. Louis
laughed and brought his hand up to the dummy. ‘’Other way around, little
love.’’ He said and twisted the dummy in Harry’s mouth.
Harry blushed again and started suckling on his dummy. Louis looked at the table and found he broken crayon in no time.
‘’Daddy, don’t look at my dwawing?’’ Harry begged with sad eyes. Louis
looked at Harry and kept his eyes on the boy as his hands moved over the
table.
‘’Then you need to direct me, flower. Where’s the crayon?’’
‘’Mowe to the left.’’ Harry said, looking at the table. Louis moved to
the right, knowing that since his back was facing the table and Harry’s
wasn’t, he had to move to the opposite directions Harry told him to.
Louis felt a crayon under his fingers. He brought it up to his face and
grinned when he saw the back end of the pink crayon. ‘’Can you hold that
for me?’’ Louis asked. Harry took it with both of his hands and looked
at the table.
Louis placed his hand back on the table, huffing in frustration to find
the other piece of crayon.
‘’Little higher.’’ Harry mumbled. Louis did as he was told and moved his
hand upward until he felt the other part of the crayon. The dominant
nearly yelped in happiness, but instead he gave the other part to Harry as well and walked to wards the kitchen.
Louis placed Harry on the counter and took the broken crayon from his
hands.
‘’Can you still fix it?’’ Harry asked anxiously. Louis looked up
at the little who was staring at the crayon with concerned eyes.
‘’Hazza, hey.’’ Louis cupped Harry’s face, making Harry look at him.
‘’Daddy can fix anything. Just watch.’’
Louis grabbed a lighter and ripped the paper off of the crayon, Harry
whined at that, but Louis glared at him and Harry shut up. The older lad
lit a candle and moved it away from his little, knowing how curious
Harry could get and Louis didn’t want to deal with burnt fingers.
Louis held the ends of the crayons in the flame and watched them melt.
Then he pressed the ends together and blew over it softly. Harry gaped
at the scene in front of him. As soon as the crayons were hard again, he
gave it to Harry who looked at the burn marks with a frown on his face.
‘’Does it need a band aid, daddy? I need a band aid when I hurt
myself.’’ Harry wondered, whilst his finger moved over the crayon
gently. Louis opened a top cabinet and took out the first aid kit.
He rummaged through it before pulling out a band aid with a little pink bow
on it.
He wrapped it over the burn mark and gave it back to Harry. ‘’Better?’’
He asked after he’d placed the first aid kit back. Harry squealed happily.
He took the dummy out of his mouth and placed sloppy kisses all over Louis’ face.
‘’Daddy! Thank you so much! You’re a hero!’’ He yelled and hugged Louis
as tight as he could.
Louis wrapped his strong arms around the boy and kissed his neck.
‘’No worries, flower. I’ll always be here for you.’’ Louis helped Harry to
the floor and the little boy ran back to the living room to finish the
drawing.
Louis blew out the candle before going back to his office to finish his
work. The CEO drummed his fingers against the desk and sighed. He didn’t
want to do his work anymore. He wanted to cuddle with his little.
But he knew that he had to finish this so that he got more money and he
could spend more of it on Harry. He loved to spoil the boy. Even if
Harry told him that he shouldn’t, he still did it. Harry secretly loved
it, but he was modest and Louis knew that he would never admit it.
Though, Louis was aware of the fact that Harry felt guilty when Louis
would spend money on him.
Just as Louis finished his last paper, the door to his office opened
again. Harry stormed in with a white paper in his hands. A big grin
spread on Louis his face.
He opened his arms for Harry to run into.The little did that and giggled when Louis placed him on his lap.
‘’Did you finish your drawing, Hazza?’’ Harry nodded excitedly and placed it on Louis’ desk. Louis kissed Harry’s cheek from behind and rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder.
‘’Wanna tell me what you made?’’ Harry pointed at the figures and told
Louis their names and what they were.
‘’And who’s that, love?’’ Louis said, pointing at a pink flying man with
a pink stick in his hand.
‘’That is you, daddy! Because daddy’s a superhero!’’ Louis laughed and
pointed at the stick.
‘’Is that the crayon, then?’’ Harry nodded and turned around in Louis’
lap.
‘’Made it for you, daddy.’’ Harry smiled shyly, twisting, another,
broken crayon in his finger.
Louis saw it and bit his lip.
‘’I’m so proud of you, baby. You make
daddy so happy when you make him such pretty drawings.’’ Louis spoke and cuddled Harry closer to him.
Harry pressed his nose against the column of Louis’ throat and smiled brightly.
‘’Daddy?’’ Louis hummed in response. ‘’Can you fix the other broken
crayon too?’’