Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🍼broken crayons🍼

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.