counter culture// l.s || bdsm

chapter eight

After spending two days with Harry at work, Louis was excited to meet Anne. She had called every day since their conversation on Wednesday, confirming what Louis liked and didn't like for dinner, asking about times they would be over, and all of the details for Friday night.

Harry had decided they not spend the night, not wanting to get Louis out of his regular nightly routine they had formulated. He knew that it was getting close to Louis' trial week being up. He hadn't quite decided what to do. He didn't want to reject the boy, but he also didn't feel anything for him yet. Louis was still a chore. Maybe they hadn't spent enough time together. Harry tried not to think about this weekend. He didn't want to break the poor submissives heart.

"Alright, Louis. Do you have everything?" Harry called from the bathroom. He was just brushing his teeth before they were going to hit the road. Anne's house was only about an hour away, but it was still a long and boring drive. Harry had ordered coloring books for Louis for in the car but they didn't arrive on time.

"Yeah!" Louis hollered back.

Harry stuck his head out of the door of the master bathroom. He took his toothbrush from his mouth, looking at Louis hard in the eyes. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, yes sir. Sorry sir." Louis looked down in submission, showing his apology was sincere. Harry slipped back into the bathroom.

After a few moments, Harry exited the bathroom, slipped on his shoes, and grabbed his keys. Louis picked up his bag full of meaningless things to do for the car ride and they left.

"I'm a little nervous," Louis admitted when they were only a few minutes away.

"You've talked to her before, Lou. It's just putting a face to a voice. You'll be fine. She'll love you."

Harry considered canceling this dinner since he knew he would be rejecting Louis by the time Sunday rolled around. But Louis was excited to meet his mom, and he didn't want to hurt the boy prematurely by telling him it wouldn't be worth it. Yeah, it was selfish but he couldn't blame himself. It would just make it all harder.

They sat in silence as they turned onto the final road before Harry began running through the rules once more with Louis. He didn't want the boy to embarrass himself in front of his mother.

Anne was standing in the driveway as Harry pulled in. She waved excitedly at Louis, and he waved back with a small smile. He was still nervous about being around her but he got out of the car quickly.

Harry followed, grabbing Louis' arm to pull him closer to him, keeping him from running to his mum. "Hi, mum," Harry hugged her tightly.

"Mum, this is my friend Louis."

Anne looked at Harry like he was crazy. She of course knew they were not friends, she couldn't understand why Harry would even say that.

Assuming something bad had happened between the boys, she smiled at Louis, gave him a warm hug and guided the men inside.