"you like when i call you that, then?" louis asks, running his fingers through the smaller boy's curls, his fingers getting tangled in the mess.
harry does nothing but nod, still timid at their interaction and scared of an upcoming punishment that was bound to happen. louis didn't ignore the way his eyes flicked over to the door every five seconds and felt the shaking of his thighs against his leg, but didn't comment on it, sighing softly.
"it's okay to speak, rose. you're safe here." louis says to comfort him, but it does nothing for the little as he releases another whimper, hiding in louis' lap. the older chuckles, pressing soft kisses to harry's temple.
(because harry bruises easily and louis never really took notice before)