Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

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(A/N: Thank you all for your kind words yesterday!)

TW: SUPER SMALL MENTION OF SELF HARM

THURSDAY

The morning comes quicker than either boys wanted and they take a few breathes, breathing each other in before the dom moves away from the now pouting boy. "Morning, babe." Louis smiles, stretching his legs off of the bed at the same time Harry is reaching his arms over his head.

Once the sub is finished stretching, he rolls onto his side, curling his legs into himself and pulling the sheets over his head, completely darkening his sight.

He still has his collar on from refusing his doms offer to take it off and as much as he hates to admit it, he really loves the feeling of being Louis'.

Louis stands from the bed and walks around to the boys side before kneeling down, "Come on, love. We have school today." The dom says, waiting for the younger boy to stop his sulking.

Harry slowly grips the sheets and only lowers them down enough for his green eyes to peek out and he muffles something through the fabric.

Louis grabs the sheets and tries to lightly tug them down, but the boy holds them tightly. "Harry, come on. I can't hear what you're saying, we have classes and you won't even let me see your pretty face." he says, rolling his eyes, pulling the sheets one more time.

The young boy slides the sheets down, just so they are tucked and resting right below his chin "I don't like this punishment and I don't want to go." He complains looking past his dom to break the glare from Louis.

"Look at me" the dom commands and Harry pulls his brows slightly down as he looks towards him. "We can't miss class just because you want to. As for the punishment, you're not suppose to like it. That's the point. We discussed it as well and agreed." He explains, gazing into the now glassed over pair of eyes.

The younger boys bottom lip quivers and he blinks away his tears - he really doesn't want to cry again."I know." He whines and continues, "But how...how am I suppose to not touch you for the whole day? Like... that means I can't hold your hand. What if... what if I get nervous?" He grumbles, bringing the sheet back over his nose and mouth.

Louis softly grins and stands "If there's an emergency then you can. Okay?" He says and his sub slowly nods "Come on then, love" he adds.

Harry groans quietly, so his dom doesn't hear him and he sits up, making his way to his previous, smaller room where he keeps his clothes.

Louis has said multiple times that Harry should just move his clothes in their room but the sub doesn't really want to bring attention to the bag of panties that Niall bought him.

Niall also snuck in a large butt plug and dildo that Harry was quite confused and annoyed about.

He's still accepting his feeling for his dom and he really doesn't want to embarrass himself anymore than he has.

He eyes the bag of colorful lace and walks over to rummage through it. He stumbles upon a pair of black, all lace panties and twists his lips into a subtle smile.

Remembering that he can't touch Louis today and that he won't see them, he slides them on and looks in the mirror.

He looks at himself with wide eyes before frowning. He runs his hands over his leather collar, moving to his stomach scars and onto his sides, touching the lace, not really knowing why Louis would want him as a sub.

Trying to ignore his thoughts, he slides his trousers and button up on before grabbing a pair of navy colored socks and stepping down the stairs.

When he gets there, Louis is eating a bowl of cereal, looking extremely enticing to his sub.