His Desired Slave - A Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter - 3

The cold handkerchief wiped away Harry's face as he slept. Louis rubbed the dried cum off of the younger boy's eyelids. He looked small while sleeping, almost like a baby. Louis cleaned him as much as possible. "Uhm," Harry whined in sleep, inching closer to hug Louis in his sleep. Louis squirmed uncomfortably; he tried to break free of the hug.

"Sir, we are here," the driver spoke through the speaker, breaking the silence. Harry woke up with a jolt, looking around with unfocused eyes until it landed on Louis. Recognition flashed across his eyes, he inched away from Louis. "Welcome to Tomlinson Mansion, baby." Louis smirked, grabbing Harry's wrist. One of the security guards opened the car door for them. Louis climbed out first, dragging Harry out with him too. Harry stumbled a bit, still looking scared as a kicked puppy. Louis observed with a smirk as Harry's big green eyes roamed over the mansion in front of them. His eyes taking in the place. Well, Louis did not blame him. It was quite big and vast for anyone. So, he let Harry stare.

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Harry stared at the mansion in front of him. He had to crane his neck to see the top of the mansion. The mansion was standing at the middle of a maintained garden. They needed to walk to the mansion gate from where they stood near the car. The front of the mansion had some deck chairs and the creamy colour of the walls screamed class. The roof was blue. Overall, it was quite literally a mansion. Louis placed his hands on Harry's waist, squeezing it. He jumped a little as that person bit his neck softly, "Let's get you in, baby. Common," Harry gulped when he recognised the voice as Louis'. His hands trembled when Louis gripped his wrist. Well, what did he expect? Louis would never be gentle to him. He followed, tripping over his own feet. Louis held his waist, guiding him in. Harry could see guards standing around the mansion, keeping an eye on him too. Louis opened the door for him to step in. Harry faltered, his hand gripping the door. "What?" Louis asked, brows furrowing. "I..." Harry fumbled, looking around helplessly. His eyes landing on a photo. I could see Louis grinning with two other lads, their hands around each other. He knew those two too. One was Zayn, the dark-haired one and the other one was Liam, his brother's captor. Niall! Right! Harry suddenly grabbed Louis' jacket, pulling him close with teary eyes, "Niall. What about Niall? Where is he? Is he safe?" Blue eyes burned in green ones, Harry started sobbing, jerking Louis with force, "Niall. I want to see my brother. Please. Please. Is he safe? Please do not hurt him. Liam, Liam. Call Liam, ask him about Niall. Please. Do it," his broken voice earned him nothing. Louis just huffed, looking bored; his hands came up to grip Harry's jaw. "Ah!" Harry winced, Louis' fingers digging in his jaw; he placed his hands over Louis'. Louis' icy blue eyes looked cold. "Listen here, Harry. You do not order me. You do not tell me to do anything. You say, 'Please', after every request or, you please me first and as a reward get something. Okay?" Harry nodded. "Okay. Can I see Niall, please?" Louis could see Harry's eyes tearing up. He looked broken already. There was a part of Louis that wanted to reach out, hug that boy, and maybe kiss away those tears. But... "He is a good actor. That is it, Louis. Do not forget, his father killed yours. He is as tricky as his father is. So, do not fall for those innocent eyes. Toughen up," Louis' inner-self chided. His face visibly hardened. "You can't meet Niall, Harry. He is with Liam and Liam will think about him. Now, I have other work too. Let me take you to your room." Louis started walking towards the stairs, hands shoved in his pocket. "I want to see Niall. After that, I will follow you." Came Harry's trembling but determined voice. Louis stopped on his track, his hands itching to just go and pull that younger lad along with him. But he inhaled deeply, turning to face Harry. Harry stood there with a red face, looking at his boots. His hands trembling as he folded them over his chest. Louis just stared at his face, his left boot tapping on the floor. One of his habits. He did that to keep his anger at bay. "Just follow me, Harry, before I come there and haul you up on my shoulder. I do not want to punish you today. Common," Harry took a step back after hearing Louis' order. Louis raised a shaped eyebrow at him, taking a step forward. "Niall. He... he is very innocent, Louis. Please, let me talk to him," he pleaded. Louis gripped Harry's collar and pulled him closer, their nose touching. Harry gasped when Louis held his throat, tightening the grip slightly. "You begged for it," was all Louis said before hauling Harry up on his muscular shoulder. Louis might be shorter than Harry but he was more strong and muscular. Harry started crying loudly, hitting his back. They passed a hallway and a dining room. Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment when they crossed some guards or servants. They all nodded in respect of Louis but their smirk was evident to Harry. They knew his fate, Harry discovered. Louis paid no attention to anyone whatsoever and started climbing the stairs. "You will never stand up against me after your punishment, Harry. Never. I promise." Harry closed his eyes, the upside down sight unsettling him. They reach the first floor and Louis took a right, opening a heavy wooden door roughly. Harry winced at the sound of it. "You little piece of scum." Louis hissed, almost throwing Harry on the bed. Harry bounced over the bed for a bit, the force taking him off-guard. Harry looked up at those stormy blue eyes; Louis' face seemed red, the vein on his forehead popped out as he glared down at Harry. Harry could feel the tension in the room. Thick with anxiety. He grabbed some bed-sheet in his hand for dear life. His lower lips trembling with fear when Louis threw away his jacket, rolling the sleeves until his forearm. "You ordered me downstairs, Harry. In front of my servants. What do you think? Do you have any rights to do that? Hmm?" Louis' voice made Harry cringe, he looked away. "I just want to see Niall. Please," Louis hunched down on the bed, on his hands and knees. Hovering over Harry's body. Harry leant away as Louis climbed up until his hands rested beside Harry's head. Harry could feel his breath when Louis leant in. Harry moved his face sideways to ignore Louis. "Niall is not my responsibility to think about. I never wanted to take him away from your family. It was Liam. I have nothing to do with it. I don't care if he is alive or dead." The last line caused Harry to gasp; he turned his head towards Louis with lightening speed. Louis saw fear in those green orbs; he felt the pain he caused the boy. Louis gripped both sides of Harry's head, tugging at Harry's curls. Harry just stared, his eyes moistening. "Niall's existence does not matter to me, Harry. Do you hear that?" Harry closed his eyes, a lone tear rolling out of his left eyes. It fell on Louis' hand, where he was holding Harry's curls. Louis looked at the teardrop and then back at Harry. The boy looked pale. His face crumbling as he sobbed silently underneath Louis. Something twisted inside of Louis. He faltered. His hands rubbing Harry's eyes dry without him noticing. "Niall," was all Harry whimpered. His eyes tearing up again. Louis sighed, "you need to be punished, Harry. You deserve a spanking. Common, sit up." He stood up, grabbing Harry's wrist to make him sit up. Harry sat, his eyes cast downwards. Louis sat down beside him, patting his own thigh. "Common, Harry. Lie down across my thighs. Arse up." His instructions ringed in Harry's ears as he leant down to do so. Harry felt his heart thudding against his ribcage when he finally settled on Louis' thigh. His head bending down and his hands lying uselessly. Louis grabbed Harry's hands and brought it behind his back, holding his both wrists in one hand. Harry gulped, sucking a deep breath and preparing himself for the first blow. "You disrespected me in front of my workers, Harry. What do you think? How many spanks do you deserve?" his tone was hard as his grip on Harry's wrist. Harry closed his eyes, his voice wavering, "I do not deserve any of these, Louis. I am... I am just trying to know where my brother is. How would you feel if something happens to your brother, Louis? I am just... he is so innocent. He will break down. Please." Okay! Louis looked down at the bent boy on his lap, his curls dangling around his face. Louis could not see his tears but he could feel it flowing. "Please," Harry sobbed.

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