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Fields of green were as far as the eye could see. Walking along the dirt road was a boy with a heard of sheep. He clicked his tongue when the heard began to roam too far, or started to break apart. Louis admired the sunset he was given; being late summer, the sunset was always beautiful. Today it was a soft peach and gold that stretched across the endless sky, with just a touch of silver under every cloud. His happiness didn't stay very long, however.  

A part of Louis didn't want to leave the pasture that night as he rounded up the animals into the cozy, warm, barn. He sat by the lantern, rubbing the very Pregnant Ewe's belly in a separate stall from the other sheep. Louis gave a thoughtful smile.

"Ready for your little lamb, Louise?" He asked. Of course the Ewe didn't answer him. Lou-Bell The Sheep (as Louis named her when he was ten) was pretty old, soon to be eight years old next month. She was an older one of the Heard and it surprised Louis she could still have lambs.

"Lou-Bell, tomorrow will mark my one week term before I turn eighteen. Meaning, I have to go into town to take my Match Test to find a Dom." Louis frowned, continuing to rub the belly, sadly. "I won't be here, so Farmer Bo next door will let you guys out tomorrow."

Being a farm kid, Louis was home a lot, so he didn't have many friends, or anyone he could really talk to. There wasn't anyone around and he got lonely from time to time, but that's why he had Lou-Bell. Lou-Bell listened and that's all Louis really wanted. Louis smiled, patting the Ewe one last time before covering her with a blanket. "Night' Lou-Bell." He waved, locking the pen.

Louis assumed his mother was sleeping already when he entered the farm house. It was a tiny home with not much space. Downstairs was connected with a tiny kitchen equipped with a black stove and small sink and table. The living room had a rugged, old couch, a tiny TV and old piano. Up the creaky stairs were two bedrooms, his mother's and his own and a small bathroom. Many people would be almost ashamed to have such a tiny home, but Louis loved his home. His father built it with his own two hands before he passed away. 

Besides the house, it didn't take much of anything else to know that he was poor. His clothes, for example, his Mom had brought over from The Neighbors, when Farmer Bo's children hit the age to find a Dom, they didn't need their children's clothes anymore so they gave them to Louis. But Louis was built smaller than Farmer Bo's children ever were, even if they too were Subs like him. He was thankful, don't get him wrong; but, the clothes hung loose on his body, the shirt was low, revealing his collar bones and Louis had to roll up his sleeves a lot or they'd cover his hands. The pants were no less different and Louis was thankful he had suspenders, or he'd be hiking up his trousers all damn day. 

Looking at the clock on the wall, Louis could see it was almost past ten o'clock at night. Mum's already sleeping. He knew. He turned to the TV to catch up on the late news. Nothing was different, a parade might be canceled because of the stormy weather on the weekend and there was a robbery in Manchester but the Robber didn't make it down the block before he was caught.

Louis was nervous. His mind drifted from the TV to his own thoughts. 

Tomorrow, I meet my Dom. Louis didn't know if he was ready or not. He was so jittery that he was shaking. He gulped, turning off the TV and skipping dinner, feeling too nauseous to eat. He brushed his teeth and got ready for bed, sleeping in only his pants. Louis laid in his tiny room staring at the ceiling. His room, like the rest of his house, didn't have much, but the bed was comfortable and he had clothes in his closet. 

The only thing in his room besides the two furniture items, was a picture Louis held dearly in his heart. Louis reached over to the said picture and gazed at it. It was taken a long time ago, it was of him and his father. Louis' father was holding him smiling, while Louis stood on the wooden fence, pointing towards something in the distance, smiling. Louis felt his eyes water and he set the picture down next to a yellow packet. 

He sighed, he received this packet in the mail about a month ago. It had all the instructions and rules he was to follow. He felt his hands slowly open the packet. At first, he had been too nervous to read it, but seeing as he procrastinated, he now had no choice bu to at least skim through it. 

At Birth, it's in your DNA if you're a Dom or a Sub. While neither gene is more Dominant than the other, it's quite easy to tell who's a Dom and Sub even without Medical records-    

Blah, Blah, blah. 

Louis already knew that Subs were built more dainty and were prone to be more sensitive and quiet by nature, while Doms were built taller, more muscular in frame and were louder. He flipped the next page.

One week before your eighteenth birthday, all Subs must report to the nearest Matching Office. For Louis, that would be a three hour drive into town. He sighed, hoping his mother would have enough gas to get there and back home. You are to bring your I.D, Birth Certificate, or other proof of identification, your pamphlet and your gift.

Louis already felt like like a bad Sub. He had to turn away from the pamphlet. Subs and Doms, after they were matched normally gave each other a trinket as a 'I'm Grateful We've Been Matched'. Louis had been so busy on the farm that he hadn't had the time, or the money really, to go out and buy his future Dom a small thing.

Louis wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. When I meet them, they're going to think I'm ungrateful if I don't have a present for them. He had cried for days thinking that.  

Once you are checked in, you will be greeted by a Match Maker, they will bring you your test.

You will have three hours to complete the test, use your time wisely. After you are matched, you will be brought to meet your Dom(s). You and your Dom(s)- 

Louis looked closely at the word Dom(s). You mean you can have more than one Dom? He was shocked. He didn't know if that could be a good or a bad thing. He gulped and continued to read. 

-will spend at least six hours (by the court of law) together, getting to know one another. It is up to the both of you how you spend your time afterwards*. 

Louis narrowed his eyes looking at the asterisk

You both are required by law to attend the Dom(s)/Sub(s) signature aproximatly one week after Matching. (Unless Sub(s) is/are rejected and returned)  

Rejected and Returned?  Louis closed his pamphlet and pulling the covers over his head. Louis allowed himself to succumb to a dreamless sleep. 

"Bye, Lou-Bell. I'll be back later." Louis whispered to the pregnant Ewe as he raced out of the barn. Louis raced to the truck his mother had started, climbing into the front seat next to her. They waved goodbye to Farmer Bo and his wife as they stood at the edge of the driveway, wishing Good Luck to Louis. 

Louis watched out his window at all the farms and land they passed. He was scared. 

He looked over at his mother who kept her eyes darted on the road. She was aging, but beautifully in his mind. Her hair was put up in a messy bun and her eyes were always a determined dark brown. She wore her Sunday dress to look nicer as they drove through towns. He looked at his own attire of clothes. The only nice pants he owned had a small dirt stain on the knee and his white t-shirt was loose and his shoes had a hole in the side.

Louis bit his lip and he almost flinched when he felt his mother's soft hand rub his shoulder, comforting him. ". . . you'll be fine, baby."

Louis hoped she was right.

Even though it was a three hour drive from Yorkshire to London, Louis felt it went by much quicker. Jay pulled up on the curb in front of the Matching Office. The building was huge, almost like a skyscraper. Louis was about to leave when he felt his mother hold his hand. He turned to see her holding a small black box.

"Its for your Dom," She smiled tenderly. Louis' eyes widened. "Mu-Mum, how. . . ?" When did she have the time to go out and do this? He wondered.

"I had Farmer Bo's wife go get if for me, I knew you've been feeling terrible and scared these past few weeks." She admitted, stroking the palm of her son's hand with her thumb. "But don't worry, Baby. I was scared too. And then I was matched with your Dad."  She beamed. 

Louis did feel a little better. 

"If your Dom truly loves you, Louis. He won't care what you have, he'll love you just the way you are," Jay kissed his forehead. Louis closed his eyes for a moment, if he thought really hard, he could remember being a little kid running around in the fields and the sunshine, his dad would call him over and his mother would be standing next to him. He'd run into their arms and his Dad would hug him while his mother fussed how dirty he had gotten himself and kissed his forehead.

Jay pulled away and the memory had to stop. Louis held the little black box close to him. 

"I best be going now, love. Do good." Louis nodded and watched his mother leave. He knew she wouldn't be coming back. He knew his Dom would give him a ride home after the six hours they would have to spend with each other. He gulped, entering the building. 

A group of teenagers came lollygagging out of the building. Louis could tell they were Doms by how tall and muscular they were. One Dome with highlights in his hair noticed Louis and pointed at him. "Oh my God, what is he wearing?" Louis tried hard to ignore their taunts and laughter and he was almost in tears when he reached the receptionist's desk. Showing a lady with red hair his I.D. Birth Certificate and Pamphlet, as well as the gift his mother bought, he was taken into a room that looked like one at a Doctor's office. 

He was weighed (which really made him feel more insecure. Louis was a bit on the lanky side, the only real part of his body that hand any fat was his ass), measured and given a blood test. 

"Wait here." The woman with red hair commanded, opening a door to a room that had nothing but a table and chair. She had a strong tone to her voice, so immediately Louis knew she was a Dom. Louis nodded and sat at the table. He twiddled his finger for a moment before eyeing the black box. He was curious as to what was inside. He knew it wouldn't be proper to open a gift that wasn't for him.

But don't I have the right to know what I'm giving my Dom? He wondered. Gently, he began to open the little black velvet box and his jaw just about hit the floor.  

His mother bought his Dom a beautiful silver necklace with a silver cross. Louis thought it was very fitting for a Dom. He smiled, closing the box just in time for the same woman to hand him a sheet of paper and a pen. 

"You have three hours. You are to answer the questions almost like you would for Colouring: Red, meaning No. Yellow meaning Maybe and Green meaning Yes." She stated, starting a timer on her watch. "I'll be just outside the door in case you finish early." She stated, leaving Louis alone. 

Alright, this is it. Louis gulped, beginning the test. I can do this! 

Question 1.) What is your sexual preference (please circle) Louis circled 'MEN'

This isn't so bad.  He smiled to himself. This is just like taking a test at school. 

Question 2.) How many children do you desire? 

I can't do this. 

It was two and a half hours later and Louis was just about finishing up his test. Some of the answers were easy, the others were terrifying. Choking, Blood play, Insect Kink and Knife Play almost gave him a heart attack. He answered as honestly and truthfully as he could. 

Maybe it won't be so bad. He figured. If my test matches with my Dom, then I might end up with someone like Dad. He smiled at that thought. Really, he just wanted a Dom that would love and protect him, just like his Mother said he'd get. He hoped she was right. 

He gently knocked on the door, handing the red-head the test. She nodded, looking to see if he completed all his answers. "Alright. I am going to send this to our Head Count where they will score and match your test; it shouldn't take more than an hour; Please wait here, would you like a cup of water?" 

He nodded, thanking her. 

Louis was back to waiting alone. It felt like forever before The Red Head came back with a file. "We've found your Dom." She stated. Louis felt his heart race as he was led out of the isolating room and into another larger room with more tables and chairs. 

There was someone else waiting as well. Could that be my Dom? Louis wondered. Louis was told to sit next to the other boy and Louis gave a small smile. "H-hello." He greeted. The other boy smiled back as well. "Done with your test?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, I do say, it wasn't that bad. I wonder when The Doms will come in?" The other boy had short black hair and piercing Green eyes. He was really attractive and obviously better off than Louis. Louis shrugged, "I don't know, but I hope soon." Louis was nervous, but a part of him was really excited to see the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. 

He gulped. Unless I'm rejected and sent back here. He hoped he'd be good enough. He didn't want to be a reject Sub. He heard that reject Subs were often looked down upon and seen as useless, a lot of them also didn't end up with Good Doms, or spent the rest of their lives alone. 

Louis didn't want to live alone. 

"You okay?" The boy next to him asked. Louis' head jerked up and he nodded. "Oh, I'm fine. Just. . .nervous." The other boy nodded.  

"I'm Colin by the way." The other boy held out his hand. Louis took it and smiled. "Louis." 

"Don't be nervous. We're matched up for a reason, I'm sure our Doms will have roughly the same viewpoint as us." Colin assured. That did make Louis feel a bit better and he eyed the black box in his hands. He hoped his Dom would like it. 

"That your gift?" Colin asked. 

"Yeah,"

"Here, I got mine a bracelet." Colin picked up a white bag and took out a gold and ruby red bracelet. Louis' jaw dropped. The jewels sparkled under the fluorescent lighting and he could almost see his reflecting in the shimmering gold. Now Louis felt sick. Compared to Colin, his present might as well be from a gumball machine. 

The woman with red hair came back and screamed: "HEADS DOWN!" All at once, every boy in the room lowered their head to look at the table. 

"What?" Louis whispered.

"Keep your head down, we're not supposed to look at our Dom unless instructed." Colin whispered back.

Pretty soon a flood of men entered the room and each of them had a folder. A lot of them were dressed very nicely in suits, polished shoes and some even had jewelry on. Louis wanted to take a peak, just to see if his Dom was standing before him. Louis felt uneasy, when he heard voices around him of Doms commanding their Subs to raise their heads. Even Colin's Dom was here.

Louis didn't hear a voice before him, he didn't even feel a presence neer him.

Louis didn't know what he should do, so he kept his head lowered and tried to blink away tears. Louis heard one by one boys leaving with their Doms until it was just him in the room. He looked around the empty room, his neck sore from being bent at an awkward angle for too long.

He couldn't handle it anymore and he started crying.

He didn't understand it, he was matched wasn't he? What if my Dom saw my file and didn't want me? He thought. What if I was too fat, or too small? What if they wanted another Sub?

So many horrible and hurtful scenarios went through his head and his irritated blue eyes gazed at the black box. Not only did he let down his Dom, but his Mother as well. She must have spent a lot of money on the necklace and it was in vain. He sobbed, clutching the box closer to his chest. 

"Please. . . Stop crying." He heard a voice above him command. 

He gasped, slowly looking up to see a rather handsome man. He was bold, broad shouldered and wore a very elaborate black suit, Louis noticed that The Dom had rather long hair if it could be tied up in a bun and his jaw was sharp. What Louis noticed most of all, were the Forrest green eyes the Dom had. Louis blinked, resulting in his tears falling down his face. The Dom standing before him frowned. 

"Did I say you could look at me?"

Immediately Louis jerked his head down. "N-No."

"Did I say you could speak?"

Louis shook his head, he began to shake, due to nervousness, resulting in him dropping the box out of his hands and it landed on the floor at The Dom's feet. Louis gasped, seeing the Dom's large fingers grip the small black box. Louis gulped. He felt like he was going to throw up. 

He heard The Dom slid over a chair and sit down across form him. 

"You may look up." The Dom's voice was gentler this time and slowly, Louis rose his head, his neck sore. Louis watched The Dom open the black box and take out the cross necklace. Louis was rewarded with a small smile that made him feel like butterflies were fluttering around in his gut. 

He's so beautiful. 

"You may speak." The Dom instructed, closing the black box with a loud snap and putting it in his pocket. "Oh. . .um." Louis squeaked. Louis was shocked, he didn't know what to say. He was so surprised that he was even with a Dom. He was sure that no one would want him.

"I apologize for being late." The Dom replied, pulling out some sheets from the cream colored folder. "They called my office telling me that I was matched with someone and I work downtown, and let's just say that Lunch rush hour is NOT the time to be on the streets." The Dom gave Louis a small smirk.

Does that mean he came straight away? Louis gave a shy smile back, feeling flattered that The Dom would do something like that for him. Louis had heard horror stories about how a big majority of Doms were strict and sometimes cruel to their Subs. A part of Louis felt bad for judging the man before getting to know him. "Um. . . .I'm. . Louis Tomlinson." Louis folded his hands in his lap. 

The Dom smiled, "And I'm Harry Styles." 

Harry Styles. . . 

That named sounded both familiar and foreign to The Sub as he watched Harry look over the papers. "Hmm." Harry's mouth pushed his cheek aside in a disapproving side frown. Louis didn't like that noise and he became nervous again. "You have an awful lot of red here." 

Louis had hoped that Harry had 'an awful lot of Red' as well as he was handed a folder. Inside was Harry's Birth Certificate, his I.D and a list of his 'personal information' (as it said at the top). Louis gulped, looking at what Harry was into. Harry really liked punishment, a lot of his 'Greens' were around spanking and other disciplinary actions. Louis didn't know what to think of Harry, really.

"Louis? I'm talking to you." His gruff voice snapped Louis out of his thoughts. "Oh? I-I'm- I'm sorry." The light-brunet apologized.

Harry sighed, "It's very rude to ignore me especially when I dropped everything for you. In my line of work, that's almost impossible to do."

That's something that Louis was curious about. "Um, where do you work?" He asked. Harry, without looking, pointed to the paper and Louis nearly paled.

He's a C.E.O?! Louis shivered, A chief executive officer, meaning he's the highest-ranking person in a company. If he finds out I'm a poor farmer, then I'm screwed. Louis was afraid Harry would judge him by being a farmer and before Harry could flip the page to his own 'Personal information' Louis snatched the paper out of his hands. 

There was dead silence as Harry starred at Louis in shock. Louis watched as Harry went from stunned to angry. "Did you just take that out of my hand?" Louis didn't answer and he began to cry. He was so overwhelmed by what he just foolishly did and he was scared of Harry would think-oh, what's the point now, he's already pissed.

"Louis, answer me." Harry demanded.

"I . . . I. . . " Louis couldn't' stop stuttering. 

"Louis, is there something you don't want me to see?" Harry asked. It was the only logical explanation as to why Louis would even dare attempt to take something from me, The Dom assumed. He was sure Louis wasn't really this defiant, but he still felt disrespected nonetheless and it was taking a lot to keep his temper.

"Louis. . . Are you a reject Sub?" 

The wispy brunet shook his head. "No, I'm not." Am I acting like one? He blushed. Harry held out his hand and cocked his eyebrow. Louis gulped, slowly handing over the paper only to have it snatched out of his own. He knew he deserved it, after all, he did the same to Harry. 

"You should be grateful on how lucky you are right now." Harry mumbled. "Now. Point out exactly what you did not want me to see." 

Louis' blush intensified. Isn't it obvious what I don't want him to see? He felt humiliated as he slowly pointed under 'Occupation' at the word: "Farmer". Louis waited with his head lowered. He waited for anything, to be told he was stupid, or even laughed at. He was beyond surprised when Harry asked him, "Is that it?" 

He's not ashamed? "You mean, you don't care?" Louis asked, baffled.

"Louis, I'm the seventh richest man in England. There are Doms poorer than I am." Harry sighed. Don't tell me he's got Social Anxiety or something like that. "Louis, are you ashamed of your job?"

Louis bit his lip. "No, it's not a job per-say, it's. . .. well, it's my life."  Louis twiddled his fingers together. "My Father was a farmer. He died when I was little, so Mum and I had to take over. I couldn't let Mum take over farming by herself, sometimes she gets horrible pains in her hands and her back, sometimes her feet. It gets really bad, sometimes she can't leave her bed, so I never could go out and get a paying job." Louis was rambling. "And that's why I didn't finish school-" Oh, God, why did I have to mention that? Now Harry's going to think I'm stupid!  

"Louis-LOUIS!" Harry's loud voice bellowed through out the empty room, making Louis freeze. "Louis. . ." Harry softly sighed.

"It's okay." 

It was? It was really okay? Louis thought back to what his mother said: 

"If your Dom truly loves you, Louis. He won't care what you have, he'll love you just the way you are,"

Louis knew she was right. Maybe Harry really doesn't care that I'm a farmer. That made Louis smile a bit and he sniffed into his hand. Harry handed him a tissue from a table over and Louis thanked him.

"Louis. Listen-can I hold your hand, first?" Harry asked. Louis looked down at Harry's enormous hands. Louis knew he was a Male-Sub, but his hands compared to Harry's made them look like tiny Barbie hands. He nodded and slowly placed his own hands into the palms of Harry's large, calloused ones. The Dom's hands felt rough and Louis thought about how odd that was, that he, a farmer, had smooth, dainty hands compared to Harry. 

"Listen," Harry mumbled, stroking his thumbs over the top of Louis' hands in a loving gesture. "I don't care what you were, or are. All I care about, is that you're honest with me-and not take things out of my hands." 

Louis blushed at that last part, guilty. 

"Everything else is irrelevant. This-" He held up the sheet of paper. "Unless you have maybe a terminal illness; then I don't really care about: Your height, your weight, I just don't give a fuck, okay?" Harry's bold statement was both reassuring and stunning. He hadn't expected someone like Harry to really care a lot about him. Louis nodded, "I understand."

"Good. Now, I expect an apology. We've wasted too much time and we're still requited by law to spend at least six hours together, and it's almost past noon, we'll have to study each other at home." Harry stood up and Louis had to hold in a laugh.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing." Louis blushed at Harry's choice of wording. Harry smirked, almost as if he had read Louis' thoughts. "You dirty boy." Harry slurred, he spoke too soon however because when Louis stood up, Harry got a really good look at the boy's attire. 

". . . .please tell me that's dirt," Harry asked, looking at the boy's pants. Louis felt embarrassed again. His shoes had a hole and were about as dirty as his pants. 

"Y-yeah, we had a party and I fell in the mud, the stain never came out though," Louis mumbled. Harry bit his lip. Just how poor was this guy? Not that Harry had a problem with poor people, but he wouldn't allow his Sub to go out in public any longer than he had to in those clothes. 

"Well, it looks like we'll have to skip lunch." Harry sighed. Louis felt horrible. Was it because of me? It had to be. Harry noticed how distraught and upset Louis looked and he wanted to kick himself in the ass for it. "Don't blame yourself. I'm your Dom now, it's my job to make sure that your needs are fulfilled and if that means clothes shopping, well, shopping we'll go." 

Louis gave a small smile. "Thank you. I've never had this opportunity before." 

I'll bet. "No problem." Harry held out his hand again and slowly Louis took it, being led out of the room by his Dom, his Harry. 

CHAPTER 2

Upon leaving the building, hand-in-hand, (which made Louis more confidant) Harry led Louis to a very large, black, shiny Range Rover. Louis was impressed, although not entirely surprised. Harry said himself he's the Seventh richest man in England, it wouldn't be a shock if he had one. 

Harry approached the side of the vehicle, opening the door for Louis. Louis' mouth dropped. If he thought the outside looked nice, the interior was even better. Everything looked almost brand new and so clean. "Do you need help getting in?" Harry asked. He didn't mean to insult Louis, but the car was massive and it did look like Louis would have trouble. 

Louis nodded. Harry smirked, picking the boy up bridal style to place him on the black leather seat when Louis asked him to stop. 

"Something wrong?" 

"Um, Harry, do you have a towel?" Louis asked, embarrassed. "It's not that. . . .I'm dirty, but. . . . I wouldn't want to ruin your seat." Louis would feel awful if he got a dirt stain or ruined Harry's seats. They looked expensive and were probably worth more than his house. Harry set Louis on the leather seat, buckling him in. 

"Louis, you're fine. I could care less about the seat. If you did ruin it, I'm sure it was an accident." Harry assured. Louis blushed, smiling as he folded his hands into his lap. Harry climbed around to the other side and started up the engine. Louis was so used to riding in a rickety old truck, that he was surprised at how smooth the drive was.  

At a stop light, Harry reached over to collect the white store bag with matching white tissue paper. He handed it to Louis. "This is for you. I was going to give it to you later, but I feel as if you should have it now." They had a while to wait seeing traffic was starting up so Louis gently dug through the present. 

He gasped. "Oh. . . .Harry." He smiled, completely stunned. Harry smirked, fiddling with his own gift. "It's beautiful!"  

Louis was looking at the gift. Louis had never seen something so beautiful. It was two peal necklaces strung together at the ends with two emeralds meeting each other in the middle. 

Louis thought he was going to cry. He had never been given something so, valuable, before. It was such a beautiful thing too. He sniffed.

"Hey, hey don't cry." Harry chuckled, using his knuckle to wipe away a tear in the corner of Louis' eye. 

"I'm sorry, it's just so . . . .thank you." Louis smiled, holding the gift closer to him. It made him feel so loved knowing Harry went out of his way to think of him that way. "It's nothing special really. I just saw it and grabbed it, seeing that I was late seeing you-"

What are you talking about? Louis wanted to ask. Louis ignored Harry's words. Harry was so kind to leave work and pick something out for him. He was so humble. "Thank you, thank you." He kept repeating, smiling like an idiot, trying not to cry. Harry only smiled back, driving forward when the light changed. 

It wasn't long before Harry pulled up to a mall Louis had never been to. Except, Harry didn't park in a parking spot, he pulled up  to some garage in the back, Louis felt worried. "Um, what are we doing?" Louis asked. Harry looked up, stopping the Rover. 

"Nothing to fear, Louis. I'm not the only one who parks here." Harry reassured, opening his door. Louis looked out the tinted window, he saw not only other Range Rovers, but a couple of Porsche and he was sure he saw a Lamborghini in the back. Louis felt a little intimidated by everything. Here he was in the lap of luxury, wearing practically rags, while surrounded by only rich people cars. 

"Um. . ." Louis mumbled. Harry could see the boy was fearful. "It's only a mall, Louis." Harry explained, walking towards a silver door. That didn't make the boy feel any better though. 

"Would you feel better if you held my hand?" Harry smiled, holding out his large hand. Louis did feel better, holding Harry's hand with both of his own, and walking though the mall. Louis tried so hard to not make eye contact with anyone that sneered at him. 

"If anyone says anything to you, tell me, understand?" Harry ordered. It made Louis feel loved knowing Harry cared about his feelings. He nodded. Harry escorted Louis to a store where inside was brightly lit with mannequins wearing nice suits. There was a selection of shoes on some shelves at the side of the store and ties on the opposite end.  

"Ha-Harry?" Louis squeaked. 

"Yes?" Harry stopped walking. Louis took a look around, making sure there wasn't too many people watching or staring at them. Louis had a bit of Social anxiety and he shivered. "Is. . .there a limit?" He asked.

"Limit?" Harry was confused.

"Yeah, when you go shopping, don't you have a limit to how much you spend?" Louis questioned. Harry sighed, I should have explained more in the car. He noted himself. 

"Louis, spend as much as you like, today is about you," Harry smiled kindly. 

"But, I don't want to overcharge-"

"Seventh Richest Man~." Harry sing-songed, reminding Louis just how wealthy he was. Louis nodded, slowly looking at the ground. "Well, I mean, I could maybe spend. . . .forty-dollars"

Harry had to chuckle. "Forty Dollars? If you can bargain that good, Louis, be my guest."

Bargain?  Louis wondered. His eyes caught the price of a suit on a price tag a woman was carrying when she walked past the two and the Sub nearly had a heart attract. "T-t-two thousand dollars?!" He almost shouted in surprise. Harry shushed him and creased his thumb across Louis' palm.

"That won't even make a dent in my account, Louis. You're fine." 

Louis shook his head. No, he couldn't ask this of Harry. Harry had spent enough money on him just on gas in his car and the pretty necklace. He didn't want to ask for even more from his Dom. "It's so much though." 

"Louis." Harry grit his teeth and Louis tried to steady his breathing. Harry pulled them behind a large rack of clothes and creased his thumbs across Louis' cheeks. "Sssh, you're fine." Harry soothed. Harry kept doing that until Louis' breathing was even and he was in a position to listen.

"Now, listen to me: I am your Dom. As your Dom, I provide. Okay?" Louis nodded. "Just like a Sub, I have responsibilities too. What kind of Dom would I be if I let you be out in public any longer in those clothes." Harry asked. Louis bit his lip. Harry's words sort of made sense, but in actuality, Louis didn't care what he wore. He was in the same boat as Harry when agreeing he needed new clothes, but a two-thousand dollar suit? 

"I don't know, Harry, could I maybe just have some jeans and a t-shirt?" Louis asked. 

Harry nodded, "Yes, but not right now. I need you in a suit for where we're going." Louis gulped. Great, another fancy place. Not that Louis didn't like going to 'Fancy Places' but he felt this was a bit much.

I mean, I'm not worth any of this I know Harry's trying to be polite, but I really don't need all of this. 

Remembering his manners, he smiled and nodded. Harry surprised him by kissing his brow, making him blush a deep maroon shade. "Good boy." Harry whispered. "Now, you'd look stunning in a deep blue." Harry held his hand, leading Louis to the fitter's.

The fitter was an Sub-woman (which Harry thanked God for) she took Louis' height and waist measurements before pulling out a line of suits. Harry had Louis try on a few of them before deciding that a royal blue suit fit Louis just fine. (Of course Harry was admiring the perky butt the Sub had when he turned around). 

After they bought Louis three pairs of suits (which ranked in the high thousands, making Louis cringe) and some dress shoes, Harry had began to dart towards another store. It was a more casual store with Jumpers, pants and shirts but that didn't mean Louis didn't notice the price. 

"A Hundred dollars for a jumper?" Louis bit his lip, feeling the soft, light blue material. Harry was behind him looking through shirts on a rack when he over-heard Louis. "It's fine, Louis. Really." Harry was getting fed up with how unappreciative Louis was becoming. It seems everything he purchased made the Sub upset. He didn't know any other way to please the kid.

"M'sorry." Louis mumbled.

"Do you like that jumper?"

No, but Mum might. "Could I have it?" Louis asked. Harry nodded. "You may." 

Harry had cranked out a sum of over a thousand just in clothes for Louis. He had Louis change his clothes in the dressing room and discarded the "rags" in the trash bin.

"You won't ever have to wear something like that again, I promise." Harry whispered into Louis' ear. Louis felt a bit sad seeing his clothes in the bin, he was raised to keep what he could. He knew Harry only wanted the best for him, though and he was happy to be wearing shoes with no holes, pants that fit and a warm jumper. 

"Thank you." Louis whispered, holding Harry's hand. He liked holding his Dom's hand. It made him feel safe and loved. Harry grinned, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against' Louis'. 

Mom was right. My Dom just wants to take care of me and love me. I know I should respect Harry and let him buy me stuff, but I really don't need all of this.

"Harry, what are we doing next?" Louis asked.

Harry glanced down at his watch. "It's past three." Already? "How about we see a movie?" Louis hadn't been to a movie theater in forever. Last time he went he was really little and he didn't even remember what he saw. He nodded, excited. Before Louis could ask Harry what they would be seeing, a Dom walked past them. It wasn't the Dom that scared Louis, but the Sub. The poor Sub had a collar and leash on and was being harshly pulled by the Dom.

Louis whimpered and Harry tightened his grip. "Don't look at him." He whispered, putting his fingers on Louis' chin to gently pull his head towards him. "Louis, I know this is all new to you and it's okay to be afraid. But listen to me when I tell you this: I would never do that to you. There is a fine line between BDSM and abuse. I know that Dom."

Harry sneered, looking behind him at the Dom tugging his Sub.

"And believe me, that's his ninth Sub. I don't think he'll be with him too long."

Louis gulped. His Ninth Sub?  The blue eyed boy looked up at his Dom. Harry was a whole foot taller than him, so if Harry had any idea to do something like that, there would be no way Louis could fight him. 

"You. . . promise?" Louis mumbled. 

Harry laid a hand on Louis' shoulder. "I never go back on my word," He crossed his heart. "I promise, Louis." 

"Okay." Louis believed him. He had to trust Harry, otherwise the relationship wouldn't work. BDSM, he researched, was all on trust. Without trust, there could be no room for love. 

Harry led them back to the garage where Louis noticed more cars had parked while they were gone. Harry helped Louis into the passenger seat while he attended to the bags. It was a twenty minute drive to the Movie Theaters from The Mall and Louis felt giddy. Harry held his hand the whole way and would glance over to smile at him. 

Upon arriving at the Theaters, Louis noticed a group of men and women with cameras. "Who are they?" Louis asked. 

"Fuck." Harry grumbled. Louis began to panic. Did Harry know those people? "Louis, I'm going to have to ask you to do something for me." He started. 

Louis nodded, "O. . .kay?"

"When I say walk: Look at the ground, don't speak, don't do anything but follow me." Harry sternly replied. Louis didn't have time to react as Harry went around the Range Rover and helped him out. Louis did as he was told and kept his head down. A lot of people were asking Harry who the name of his Sub was and how long ago was he matched.

Louis felt sick.

Is this how Harry wants me to be like in public? He had no problem with me at the mall, why the sudden change? 

Louis was thankful Harry was holding his hand as he was led into The Theaters. "Thank God." Harry breathed. Louis didn't leave his gaze off the floor. "You can look up now, Louis." Harry chirped. 

Louis slowly did so. He winced, rubbing his neck. It was sore from keeping it down for long lengths of time. "Sorry about that." Harry apologized, rubbing Louis'd neck. Louis liked the way Harry's large finger tips creased his neck, massaging him. He held in a moan. 

"Who. . .where they?" Louis asked.

"Paparazzi. I'm fairly well known. Someone must have seen us in the mall." Harry muttered, turning his attention to the showtime board. 

Was he. . . protecting me? Keeping my identity hidden? Louis beamed to himself. It seems every time he thinks Harry would be strict with him, turns out he's just showing love for him. 

"Now, what movie would you like to see, Louis?" He smiled.

Louis shrugged. He didn't know what movies were out, normally if he wanted to catch a movie he had to wait till late at night to see what was playing on the TV. "I. . .I don't . . .know. Could you pick?" He asked. Harry nodded, speaking to the Box Host. Louis' hears perked up where he heard Harry discuss about a private theater.

"Oh, you don't have to-" Louis didn't finish as Harry gave him a glance that made him shut up immediately.  Shut up, Louis, you sound like you don't appreciate what he's doing for you! He scolded himself. They skipped concessions and were escorted to their theater. The theater was fairly large, seating about 150. It wasn't dark inside yet Louis was thankful for, he couldn't walk in the dark without tripping over something. 

It was awkward for a few moments with Harry checking his phone and Louis just sitting there. 

Louis didn't know what to do. Harry was glaring at his phone and he didn't know if it was because of him or not. He gulped. 

Great, I just messed everything up. He wanted to cry. I just had to keep my mouth shut, but no. I had to ruin everything. 

"Louis." Harry's gruff voice called. 

"Y-Yes?" Louis asked. Harry was leaning back in his seat, while Louis was on the edge of his. Harry smirked, pushing the cup holder divider in between them up and wrapped his large hand around the side of his waist, pulling him closer. Soon, Louis was laying on his shoulder and Harry had his head rested on the top of his head. Louis felt his heart race decrease. Harry turned off his phone.

"I know. . .you might not be used to this pampering," Harry whispered into Louis' ear, stroking the side of his face with his thumb. 

"But. . .I just want to treat you, because I know you haven't had this. And if I have the opportunity to make your life a little better, be it buying you some clothes or taking you out to a movie, then I want to Louis. I want to, because. . . . I'm your Dom."

Louis felt a lump in his throat, but before he could say anything, the theater lights shut off and the previews started. 

After the movie, which Louis couldn't pay attention to, Harry took him out to eat. Harry had chosen an Italian restaurant in the (surprise, surprise) upper class part of London. Louis had marveled at the little candles lit between him and Harry at their booth in the back.

"This place is beautiful." Louis awed.

"Yeah, sure is." Harry mumbled, lovingly, not taking his eyes off of Louis. Harry had been to dinner parties, celebrity clubs and other functions that were guaranteed beautiful people, but he had never seen someone had handsome as Louis. Harry himself had never seen such blue eyes on a human being, he loved to gaze at them when Louis wasn't looking at him.

"Um, Harry?" Louis asked, holding a menu. "I don't know what I want." 

Louis was shy, he noticed. The best part of being a Dom, was when you had shy Subs, you could do things for them. That's what being a Dom was all about, no one really liked a snooty-know-it-all Sub. Harry was more than happy to help Louis. Harry ordered them two plates of some pasta dish Louis couldn't pronounce. 

Louis was about to take a forkful of his food when he noticed something in the corner of his eye: It was the Dom and Sub from the mall. He gulped, watching them take a table. The Sub went to reach for a menu but it was slapped out of his hands by the Dom. The Dom also shook his head, as if telling the Sub he wouldn't be eating. 

Harry noticed Louis' uneasiness and he also saw the problem why. "Louis. Eat your dinner." He scolded like a parent. Louis turned to his own Dom and slowly ate. The meal was delicious, the best anything Louis had ever tasted. When they finished Dinner, it was seven-thirty. 

"When are you expected home?" Harry asked, guiding Louis back to the Range Rover. Louis didn't know how to answer. His mother never told him when she wanted him home. "I. . . I don't." He mumbled, pushing both his index fingers together. Harry nodded. 

"Alright, would you like to go home?" 

Louis looked at him with sad eyes. He wasn't ready to leave Harry. He never wanted to leave the man's side, truthfully. Even though he just met Harry, he was warming up to him every second he was with him. But, he knew he had to go home. His mother probably needed him and would be wondering who his Dom was. 

"I don't want to, but my Mum-"

Harry smiled, "Say no more." He ordered with a chuckle. "Where do you live?" Harry asked. Louis was a bit nervous about Harry driving him home. He knew Harry wouldn't judge him, but there was always the uneasiness of having someone over that just bothered Louis for some reason.  

". . . . Yorkshire." Louis mumbled. 

"That far?" Harry started up the engine and worked on the GPS. Louis nodded, "I live on a farm. It's not much." Louis continued. Harry seemed to like hearing about the farm that he lived on and asked Louis to continue telling him about what he did. Louis told him all about the animals he's helped raise, about the vegetable garden in the back and Lou-Belle, his sheep. 

"She's pregnant." Louis spoke. "She's due any day now, and I'm excited for her to have the baby." 

Harry found everything about Louis so fascinating. "What do you grow?" Harry asked, turning on to a dirt road that would lead to Yorkshire.

"Just some carrots and potatoes. Nothing more really-"

"Kale?" Harry asked, hopeful.

Kale?  "Um. . . No."

"Oh." Harry was silent afterwards. Louis giggled, "Do you like Kale, Harry?" He asked. Louis had never heard of anyone liking Kale. Louis continued to giggle and Harry flicked the headlights on. "Sorry to disappoint you by not growing any Kale. I wouldn't even know how to plant them." 

It wasn't long before Louis pointed to a house where Harry pulled into the drive way.  Harry looked at the house Louis lived in. It had seen better days, that's for sure. The white paint was chipping off and it didn't look like much from the outside. Apart from the house there was a red barn where Harry could hear Sheep. 

"I don't think Mum is sleeping just yet." Louis spoke out loud. 

"I'm excited to meet her." Harry smiled. It wasn't uncommon for Doms to "Meet the Parents" after the first date. It was the respectful thing to do. Harry let Louis lead him into the house. Taking a look around, Harry could see why Louis was dressed the way he was earlier. The Tomlinson's were the definition of Poor. Everything was either outdated, almost broken, or over used. The rugs over the wood floor looked like they were over washed and the couch was ratty. 

"Mum?" Louis softly called. "I'm home."

There was a faint answer up the stairs. "Um, do you mind if I. . . ?" Louis trailed off. "Oh, no, do whatever you please, Louis, it's your home after all." Harry smiled.

"Have a seat, I'll put on a kettle of tea." Louis offered, hopping up the stairs. Harry took a look around the living room. He noticed a stack of pictures on a small table by the TV and he wondered over to glance at them. He smiled seeing pictures of Louis as a child. He had a cheeky grin on his face as he held up a fish on a fishing poll. Another one was of Louis in the arms of a woman, who Harry assumed was his mother. 

Harry heard a faint creaking and looked up to see a crack in the ceiling. He frowned. This house is unstable.  

Louis meanwhile, felt horrible. He had come home to see that his mother was in bed, red with fever. "Mum, are you alright?" He asked, sitting at the edge of her bed. This wasn't the first time Jay had gotten sick like this, what upset Louis was he wasn't there to take care of her. 

I shouldn't of had her drive me. I should have kept her home. 

Jay smiled sweetly, "How was the test? Is your Dom here?" She sounded ill and Louis didn't know if he should expose Harry to her or not. Louis bit his lip, nodding. "Bring him up." Jay smiled. Louis was unsure.

Slowly, the blue eyed boy entered his living room where Harry was sitting patiently. "Um, you'll have to come upstairs." I'm the worst Sub ever. I shouldn't be demanding my Dom to do things. 

Harry rose an eyebrow. "Alright." He followed Louis upstairs and understood why when he saw a sick woman in bed. Harry gave a polite smile as he stood next to the bed with the frail woman. 

"Hello Ma'am." Harry started.

Jay turned her head slowly, she had dark circles under her eyes and her lips were chapped, still, she managed to smile at him. "Are you going to take care of my son?" Was all she asked. 

Louis looked from his mother to Harry a few times. At first, he couldn't believe his mother said something like that. Louis didn't what to say. Growing up a Sub, attending Sub School, he was taught under the impression that Doms were Strict, Harsh, and often Cruel. Louis had convinced himself that his father was the only Nice Dom in the world and that his mother was Lucky. 

But seeing Harry crouched down on his knees, holding one of his mother's frail hands made him re-think all that he was ever taught.

Harry smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Forever." He replied.

And that's where Louis Tomlinson realized: his heart beats for Harry Styles.  

After meeting his mother, Louis helped Harry bring in the bags of clothes Harry had bought him. Louis had assumed he'd kiss Harry on the cheek goodbye, he hadn't expected Harry to pick him up and carry him to his room. He was sure that other Subs and Doms didn't do this.

"Louis." Harry whispered, laying the boy on his bed. Harry didn't like Louis' cold, drafty room. He wanted his Louis to be in nothing but the best. 

"I'd like for you to move in with me, tomorrow." 

Tomorrow? Louis was stunned. Mainly Subs moved in after at least a week, right after they had their signature with their Dom. Harry wanted him to move in right away? 

"But. . . Harry-"

"There's no room for argument, Louis." Harry spoke, stroking his hand through Louis' bangs. "Tomorrow, I'll send a truck for your things and we'll probably get you a hair cut as well." He mumbled that last part. 

It wasn't that Louis was scared of living with Harry. In fact, he was sure it would be nice, comfortable and expensive. "But what about my mother?" Louis uttered. What about the farm? What about Lou-Belle? 

Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Louis. . . your mother is ill, badly ill. Do you know why?"  Louis blushed, biting his lip. He was nervous as it is having Harry in his room and being told he'd be leaving her and all he knew behind to be a Sub. 

 "Louis?" Harry asked again. 

Louis nodded, "She's. . . .she's really sick. The Doctor said she just might have early arthritis, but my Mum's not that old, Harry." Louis started to get worked up. This had been bottled up inside of him ever since his father's death when he was young. 

"I don't know what to do, Harry," He hiccuped. "There are days when she can't get out of bed, she feels so awful. And there's nothing I can do about it." Louis felt tears fall from his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. "I don't want to leave her alone. She's all I have." 

I must look pathetic crying in front of Harry. 

The Dom slowly slithered his large hands under Louis' back, pulling his Sub up from the bed and resting him against his chest. Louis sniffed the crook of Harry's neck. He liked the way Harry smelled: Peppermint and aftershave. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's large frame. Harry was so muscular. Harry took a free hand to rub the back of his head. 

"I won't leave that woman alone, I promise." Harry whispered. "I'm having someone come over to watch her tomorrow. She's reliable and my family doctor." Louis' eyes widened and Harry hushed him before he could open his mouth to object. "I want to do this, Louis. I want to."

With Harry's soft voice and back rubs, Louis was having a hard time staying awake.

"Go to sleep, My Pet, rest your eyes. You've had a long day." 

Before Louis knew it, he was fast asleep, happier than he had been in a long time. And he wasn't sure if it was because Harry was holding him, or not. 

CHAPTER 3

"Niall. . . Niall, sweetie, wake up." 

The boy, Niall, moaned sleepily and tried to roll on the other side to fall back to sleep. The voice above him, however, was not about to let that happen and started to gently shake the boy awake. 

"No-o-o." The bleach blonde groaned, digging his head further into the soft pillow. As a Sub, his instincts were telling him to do exactly what his Dom was telling him to, but his common sense cells were commanding him not to move. His head achedSO much. 

"Niall, are you okay?" The concern voice asked. The Dom above Niall was Liam Payne, a charming man with light brown eyes and a scruff beard. He wasn't your ordinary Dom. Although, like many Doms, he had high expectations of his Sub, but when it came to Niall, something just made him go soft. "Nialler?" He called.  

"Hmmm.. . .?" Niall managed to open one of his blue eyes. Liam was shocked at the dark circles Niall had and how sickly pale the boy was. Immediately, Liam placed the palm of his hand against Niall's forehead and cheeks, not liking how hot the blonde felt. 

"Are you sick, Baby?" Liam cupped the blonde's cheek. Niall said nothing and rolled over to go back to sleep. ". . .Dammit!" Liam swore under his breath as he left the master bedroom. Quickly, Liam rushed down the stairs searching for Zayn. 

Zayn Malik, along with his Husband, Liam Payne, was a Chief Financial Officer (CFO). He was responsible for presenting and reporting accurate and timely historical financial information of the company he worked for. He wasn't a C.E.O. like his friend Harry Styles, but he worked with him. 

Zayn Malik, a beautiful man with raven colored hair, tan skin and deep chocolate brown eyes, was a Dom as well. He and Liam were both Doms to Niall. It was a rare case, something that a lot of Subs would die for, but something Doms would loath. However, the condition actually brought Liam and Zayn close together and when the three got married, it was alike they had a little family: Liam being the protective Dom, Zayn being the strict Dom and Niall being the cute Sub that did what he was supposed to do (MOST of the time) 

However, being CFO had it's fall backs. It was a lot of paperwork and sometimes Zayn and Liam spent hours in their office and work or home, leaving Niall by himself. They tried to make it up to their Sub as best as they could and today was a rare day off for the both of them and they planned on maybe going out today. 

"Zayn?" The raven haired man looked up to see his fellow Dom, Liam. Liam was worried. "Something wrong?" Zayn asked.

"It's Niall." Was all Liam had to say before Zayn was leaving the office with Liam. "I don't know why, but he's sick. His face is pale and I think he's running a fever." The two Doms trotted up the stairs to their master bedroom that they all slept in. Zayn could see how sick Niall was from across the room. The poor Sub had cocooned himself in a mess of blankets and looked absolutely miserable. 

"Hey, baby," Liam cooed, "I have Zaynie here, can you sit up for me dear?" 

Most Doms would never speak in such a babyish tone to their Subs unless they were into Age-Play, but all rules for being "A Manly Dom" flew out the window for the two knowing that the blonde was sick. Liam more so than Zayn. Niall did poke his head out of the blankets and rested his head on Zayn's knee. The Dom began to stroke his fingers through the messy blond locks. 

"Niall? How do you feel?" Zayn asked. 

"Bad. . ." Niall whimpered. "Gonna' be sick." Immediately, Liam ran into the attacked bathroom and returned just in time with a waste basket for Niall to hurl in. Liam looked up at Zayn, the two shared a serious glance until Zayn shook his head and Liam sighed. "How about some tea, darling?"

Niall nodded to that and Liam wiped the corners of his Sub's mouth and tucked him in.  

 Zayn leaned against the door frame in the kitchen, watching Liam make their Sub some caramel tea. "Liam, if we take him to a doctor, he'd find out. Or pester us to tell him."  

"Well, there's nothing else we can do." Liam sighed, "Besides, it could be nothing. Maybe he just caught the flu." 

"Psh." Zayn rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure that's it." Liam scowled at his Husband. "Li, he's showing all the signs already. Morning sickness is just the cherry on top." Liam knew Zayn was right. But what could he do about it? Liam picked up the tea cup and started to leave the kitchen but Zayn blocked him.

"We're not to tell him a thing. Get it?" Zayn hissed. 

Liam narrowed his eyes. "I think you're forgetting that I'm a Dom too." But Liam knew that Zayn knew that he couldn't say anything. Liam left to their bedroom while Zayn decided to finish up some paper work. Liam gently knocked on the door before entering their bedroom. 

"Niall, are you okay?" Liam asked, walking in to set the tea cup on the bedside table. Niall was propped up against pillows and a blanket covered the half of him. However, the Sub had taken off his shirt and was whimpering while holding a wash cloth to one of his nipples. 

"They. . .they hurt, really bad, Liam." Niall sniffed. 

Liam bit his lip, walking over to look at what Niall was talking about. It was as he feared, Liam felt his stomach drop at the redness around both of the Sub's tender nipples. "Like, are they irritated?" Liam asked.

"No, they ache." 

Liam handed Niall the cup of tea and the Sub thanked him. Liam rubbed Niall's back in small circles, watching the blonde Sub slowly sip his drink. There was a moment's silence before Niall spoke. "Liam, can you tell me what's wrong? Please?" Liam knew what Niall was referring to.

As Doms, Liam and Zayn didn't grant Niall access to his own medical records; they did this for a reason: To have Niall trust them completely. It did worry Niall a bit not knowing if he had just a cold or cancer, but normally Liam and Zayn patched him up. So the Doms obviously knew what they were doing. 

"No, baby. You know why." Liam hushed. 

"Then. . . Can you tell me if I'm dying?" Niall hiccuped. He didn't want to die. He was afraid of death. Liam chuckled, stroking some pieces of hair behind Niall's ear. "No love, you're not dying, I promise." 

That did make Niall feel a bit better, but it made Liam feel like a shitty Dom. Niall was about to find out sooner or later. "But, if this continues, then Zee and I are taking you to a doctor, alright?" Liam stated. The blonde nodded, agreeing. Liam planted a small kiss on the Sub's forehead.

"Can you cuddle with me?" Niall asked. 

"Always my darling." The Dom promised, taking off his nice trousers and dress shirt, switching them for sweats and a t-shirt. As a Dom, it was always your foremost and important duty to tend to your Sub. Nothing else in this world mattered more than the well being of your partner. Liam took that to a whole new lever and wrapped his arms around his Niall, smiling when the blonde nuzzled into his chest. 

"Try and get some sleep, baby." Liam whispered. 

And Niall did. 

The Nurse's name was Perrie. A beautiful Blonde Sub from a few towns over. Louis kissed his mother on the cheek goodbye as he watched her be put into an ambulance. Louis had a a huge scare this morning. He woke up to find Jay laying on the floor hardly breathing. Thankfully he awoke just in time for the moving van to arrive and they called for an ambulance. 

Jay was being taken into London. 

Louis couldn't concentrate. He was basically saying goodbye to everything he's ever known and it was a bit over whelming. The thing was, now his mother wasn't even in the house and he didn't know if he should pack her things to. He gulped thinking that this might be the end for her. 

Don't think like that, She'll be fine. He would reassure himself. But he'd never believe his own lies. 

Louis had packed all the clothes Harry bought him, family photos that were in his room, his baby blanket his mother made for him years ago that he never seemed to part with. The final touches to moving were putting on the necklace Harry had bought him. He tried to force a smile, but it didn't feel right. 

While the movers were putting boxes into the van, Louis had excused himself to say goodbye to Lou-Bell one last time. Farmer Bo and his wife would be watching their farm while he and his mother were away. Louis crouched down next to the pregnant Sheep. 

"I'm leaving Lou-Bell." He sighed, holding back tears. He looked around the damp barn. A lot of people would say this place was a dump riddles with sheep crap and hay, but it was more to that to Louis. This was the place where his father had taken him to play in the hay when he was little. This was the place where he shaved his first sheep and made a coat out of the warm wool. So many memories laid in this barn that it made Louis choke a sob at the thought of never seeing his farm ever again. 

"I'm sorry I won't be around to see your baby, Lou-Bell." Louis apologized. She 'Baa'd' and Louis swore she smiled. He stroked the soft wool then behind her ears. No one really knew this, but Lou-Bell was sometimes his only friend in the world. Granted she was just an animal, but Lou-Bell never judged Louis, never called him names in call, or left him standing alone when he wasn't picked to play footie. 

"I have to go, Lou-Bell." Louis whispered, rubbing her pregnant tummy one last time. "Be good for Mum and Farmer Bo." 

With that, Louis raced towards the entrance of the barn, stopping only to pick up a horse shoe that was hanging on the side. It belonged to his dad. Louis tucked it in his shirt and ran to the van. 

It was a long three hour taxi ride to London. Louis hoped that his mother had gotten to the hospital okay. He had given the Nurse Harry's name and asked her if anything were to happen to his mum, to call Harry. Louis had watched the farm land become more suburban by the minute until he was in the city. When he was sure the driver wasn't paying attention, he stuck his head out the window, laughing at the breeze that hit his face. 

His sadness was numbed by the trill of crossing The London Bridge and passing The Tower of London. Lots of people who had seen him, smiled at his childishness and would wave at him. He put his head back in the taxi when he received snotty glared from a more upper-class group of Doms. Louis only had a small suitcase with him, everything else he owned was in the truck following them.

It wasn't until they came across a large gate did Louis feel nervous. He looked around the area. He couldn't see any houses nearby. We must have left the city. He assumed. The blue-eyed boy noticed a lot of trees over lapping the driveway and he liked how the area had lots of shade. The gates itself were black with a spiral design and a big Cursive 'S' In the middle. There were two stone pillars on either side. Louis licked his lips when the gates opened and the taxi began to slowly drive forward. This is it. He gulped. Once he got out of the car, he'd start his life with Harry.

The taxi had driven towards the entrance to the home and Louis was absolutely shocked. The house had to be larger than over fifty of his own. it was a white brick, blue roofed mansion with a circular drive way and a fountain in the middle. There were archways that led to the front door and Louis could see an attached garage.

Louis was so baffled and dumbfounded by where he was going to live for the rest of his life that he didn't hear his name being called by the driver. 

"Oh, what?" Louis asked. 

"I said, do you want me to open your door?" The Driver politely offered. Louis shook his head, "I've got this." He smiled, opening the door on his own. Louis held on to the handle for precaution. He didn't know if he would faint or not. Harry's money never meant anything to him, but this house was so stunning and beautiful that he almost felt over whelmed again. 

Louis' heart began to race when he saw Harry walking out the front door to greet him. Louis felt his legs move before his mind processed what to do and he found himself running into Harry's arms. Harry was more than happy to hold the Sub. He had missed him dearly. 

"Hello my sweet." Harry whispered in Louis' ear. Louis gripped Harry's shirt and smiled, nuzzling to pick up on his Dom's scent. While Harry held Louis, the movers began to place everything inside the house. "Are you ready to move in with me, my pet?" Harry asked, softly, stroking the hair on Louis' head. 

Louis bit his lip, "There's. . .something I have to tell you first." He admitted.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's my Mum. She fell really ill this morning and she's in the hospital." Louis sniffed, "I. . . I don't know what's wrong with her and I'm worried and-and-"

"Sssh." Harry soothed, whispering in his Sub's ear. "Deep breaths, Louis. In and out." Harry continued to instruct. Louis listened and followed along to Harry's voice until his breathing was back to normal. "Now. . .I'm sorry to hear what happened to your Mum." 

The Poor woman doesn't deserve it. Harry knew. "But, right now. We need to focus on getting you situated, alright?" Louis didn't reply. He missed his farm, dearly. 

"Oi! Be careful!" Harry shouted to one mover who almost dropped a box. Harry smiled down at his Louis, petting the top of his head one last time and held the Sub's hand. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Louis nodded. "I'm ready."

Harry smiled, leading his Sub into their home.  

"Li. . ." A weak call came from the bed. Liam turned from folding laundry, a job many Doms would never do and pass off to their Sub. But Liam was a different Dom. He actually enjoyed house hold chores like laundry and cooking. He didn't mind at all. And knowing his Niall was sick, only made him clean more. Knowing Niall was in a clean room somehow just made sense to Liam. 

"Hey, Niall. Have a nice nap?" Liam asked, putting down one of Zayn's shirts and walking over to the bed. He felt Niall's forehead and tisked at how warm the Sub was. Maybe I was right, he's just ill. "Would you like something to eat?" Liam offered. Niall only groaned, laying back down. 

"Don't mention foood." He whimpered. 

"How about some chicken broth? Would that work?" Niall only sobbed in response. His stomach was killing him. Liam slowly sat on the bed and began to rub his large hand across the blonde's smooth tummy. Liam stopped when he felt how much firmer it felt than normal. 

"Fell's goo'd Li'um, do'n staup." Niall moaned, stretching his limbs. Liam continued to gently rub.

I gotta tell Zayn. 

 "His stomach was hard?" Zayn asked, chewing on the end of his pen. Liam nodded. "Yes. He's showing all the signs, Zee and I even felt it." Zayn threw the pen on the desk and covered his head with his hands. Liam only stood before the fellow Dom. There was nothing they could do at that point. 

Zayn sighed. "Le'ts take him to a doctor, maybe he's just bloated. It's probably gas, you know how much he eats." 

Liam's eye brows rose. "And then what? What do we tell him? He of all people is going to find out and when he does, he's going to be upset with us, Zee." Liam frowned, he didn't want that. He didn't want Niall to be angry with him or Zayn. Liam wasn't going to deny it, he had a spot softer than cotton for Niall. He got emotional, defensive and protective when it came to the bubbly blonde. 

"Look, we'll take him to the doctors and discuss it there. In the mean time, he's got that flu and that's it." Zayn replied. 

"I'm scared just as much as you." Liam reminded. "And hey-maybe this is a good thing." 

Zayn wanted to roll his eyes. 

No. This was the exact opposite of a good thing. This was a whole new level of Dom and Sub. Already they made national news and headlines for obtaining the rarest Dom and Sub relationship, and now this was going to whip into their lives? 

"We're awfully lucky, aren't we Liam?" Zayn asked, sarcastically. 

Liam chuckled. "I don't know. Maybe. All I know is, I wouldn't change it for the world." 

Zayn smirked. 

"But remember, it's not the Dom's choice. This is now going to be taken into the hands of the Sub. Subs control only housework and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that last bit." Zayn sighed, swiveling around in his chair. "It's just. . . .I'm not scared. But I am worried about how this will effect our relationship." 

Liam pulled up a chair to sit across from his husband at the desk. "Nothing. It won't change anything." Liam replied, softly. "Not unless you make it." 

"Are you kidding me? This changes everything, Liam. Now, we'll be restricted, limited and have boundaries." Zayn pointed out. 

"Yes. But what you need to ask yourself, Zee, is: Is this worth it?" Liam gently held his husband's hand, smiling over the wedding ring that had the first initials: N.L.Z for 'Niall, Liam and Zayn' It always swelled his heart to see their wedding rings. It made Liam feel worthy.

"If sex wasn't involved with this relationship. . . .would you have ever married? Proposed?" Liam continued, tracing his finger acrss a vein in Zayn's large hands. "I know I would." 

Liam was right. 

Of course, Liam was always right. 

Zayn sighed. "We'll take him to the doctors and have him find out there. And, if he decides then . . . I'll live with it." Zayn sighed. Liam smiled.

"I think you'll learn to love our new life, actually." 

Zayn smirked, "Why not? I've learned to love this, I'm sure I can live with that as well." 

Liam smiled and kissed his Husband on the nose before skipping away. "I swear, you're more of a Sub than Niall!" Zayn playfully called after Liam before going back to his paperwork. 

"Harry, what?" Louis chuckled as Harry placed one of his large hands over Louis' eyes. "Sssh, it's a surprise, Pumpkin. I want to see your face when you see your lovely home." 

Louis took Harry's word and let The Dom guide him into the home. Harry had taken off his shoes and helped Louis take off his own, seeing his eyes were closed. Louis could feel the floor was polished under his socks. "Now can I open them?" Louis asked, hearing his voice slightly echo.   

"And. . . open." 

When Louis opened, he felt his mouth go dry. The inside of the home was magnificent. The walls were a stunning white with a design etched on the corners of every pillar Louis saw. There was a large, gold sparkling chandelier that dripped from the celiing with a grand staircase that wound up the side of the wall and window. Louis could see gold paint at the top of the beautiful pillars and the whole floor was so clean and polished, Louis could see himself. 

"Oh. . . .Oh my God." Louis gasped, looking all around him. 

He was going to live here?! 

Harry chuckled. "Let me show you around." He laid a gentle hand on the small of Louis' back and guided him through out the whole house. Louis had an amazing time just looking. Harry showed him the kitchen, where he asked Louis if he was hungry. Louis was too baffled to talk as he looked about the kitchen with the attacked bar. There was a warm glow to the kitchen and The Sub couldn't wait to cook wonderful meals for Harry that he learned from his mother and school.

Louis looked into a small den and saw a table and chair set where he imagined inviting relatives over and eating meals together for the holidays. 

"There's more to see my dear." He heard Harry whisper in his ear. Louis smiled and Harry led the way again to a back stairwell that led them to the second floor. "On this side," Harry pointed to the left. "are the bedrooms." Louis noticed some of the doors already open but the rooms were unoccupied. Louis got a warm feeling in his stomach.

They were unoccupied for a reason. He told himself. And Louis felt giddy. . . . . Harry wanted children.

"This is our room." Harry smiled, opening a double door entrance at the end of the hallway. Louis was amazed, yet again. The room was beautiful in his opinion. There were large windows giving the room a great view of the large backyard. Louis saw a bright TV on a stand, two plush chairs in the back. But the main feature was the most comfortable bed Louis had ever seen. It had a large headboard and dimly lit lamps on either side. 

"Ha. . . .Harry." Louis was stunned. He couldn't muster up the words to speak to His Dom. Harry chuckled, pleased with himself. He was happy that his Sub had grown so attached to the home already. "Do you like it?" Harry asked.

Did he like it? Louis LOVED it! Everything was so clean, so perfect. It had a glow, a sense of comfort and homeliness that Louis knew he would adjust to quickly. Louis nodded and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's neck. "I love it, so much!" He held back his tears. Harry could tell the boy was about to cry with the way his voice was crackling.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned. "Why do you cry?"

Louis wiped away his tears. Because, never in a million years would I have thought that this would be happening to me. "Noth- Nothing." He smiled. "I'm just. . . .so happy." And it was true. Harry had given him more than a house that would gaunentee no water leaks of cracks, but a home filled with love. Harry smiled, placing a tender kiss to Louis' temple. "Come, let's grab your things and I'll help you unpack."

Louis followed Harry, hand-in-hand out of the room when one door caught his eyes. It wasn't like the other doors, he noticed. This door didn't have a handle on the other side. And it was a plain brown compared to the white doors "Um, Harry?" Louis stopped walking. "What's that room for?" He pointed to the plain wooden door.  

Harry's smile faltered and Louis gulped, hoping he didn't upset Harry. "We'll. . . talk about that room later, love. For now, let's get your things." 

Louis nodded, not asking Harry anymore questions. 

There wasn't much to unpack, because Louis didn't have much. Besides the clothes he bought Louis yesterday, Harry was sure that Louis would have little to almost nothing to bring with him. He'd change that, because he wanted Louis to have everything in the world. It was mainly photo albums and important documents that Louis had so the move wasn't hard and they were done in an hour and a half.

It was a bit early for Harry's liking, but he decided that now was the best time to go over "Their Rules." 

Harry gently sat Louis down on one of the living room couches. The living room was spacious with a large white, wrap around couch a big TV entertainment center. 

"Alright, Louis. Are you ready to go over the rules?" Harry asked, tying his hair up in a bun. 

Louis nodded slowly. "And I assume that you read my 'Reds' and 'Greens' as well as my expectations of you?" Again, Louis nodded. He had woken up bright and early to read the papers Harry had given him. After all, it was Harry who lulled him to sleep so he didn't have a choice but to wake up early. He was thankful he finished it before his mother's fall or he was sure he'd be screwed. 

"Good. I'll start by tell you this: I'm not very harsh like most Doms as you can tell, and I don't like punishments as much as you do. If you'd ask me if I'd rather be punishing you verses spoiling you, let me clear your head by saying I'd rather take that trip to the mall," Harry started. "But like most Doms, I have rules too. You know that I'm C.E.O of a building company, meaning I have lots of meetings and paper work. It was hard enough to take off today, but to rush and see you yesterday is something that probably won't happen very often, so I want you to use whatever time you have with me being good, do you understand?" 

Louis nodded. 

"Excellent. All I ask of you is to be faithful," Harry listed on one finger. "Trustworthy," He added another. "and most of all, obedient. If I tell you to do something, its out of love." 

Harry could see the tension the boy carried, it was written all over his face. So, gently, he held out his hands for Louis to grab. It always seemed to calm the boy down, and Harry loved it. 

"If there ever comes a time when I have to punish you, I'll warn you first, okay?" Louis bit his lip, nodding his head. "The second time I tell you, will result in a spanking. And don't think that just because we're in public I won't smack your ass. Punishments, Louis, are not meant to just physically harm you, they're to teach you that you were out of line and that was the result."

Then Harry's tone changed from lecturing to serious. "Louis, I want you to know right now: If I am punishing you and you think I'm taking it too far, you tell me to stop and I will, Louis. Because I do not condone abuse, so I'll be damned if I become an abuser, alright?" 

Louis nodded, feeling a lot better. He was so happy and lucky he had Harry as his Dom. "I understand." Louis softly spoke.

Harry grinned. "Alright. Now, as you asked before, the room upstairs." Harry pointed to the ceiling above them. Louis nodded, "Louis, that's your isolation room." 

The wispy blonde felt his gut burst. Isolation room? What was that? Harry saw the boy pale and he immediately regretted what he said. "Do you need a glass of water? Because we can stop talking about this if you need to." 

Louis nodded, "I'd like a drink, please." 

Harry left to get one, leaving Louis to his thoughts. 

Isolation room? Like, left alone for hours on end? Louis felt his heart pinch. He didn't know what would land him in such a position, but he didn't like it. Harry came back with a glass of water and Louis thanked him, taking a sip. Harry waited a moment before continuing. 

"Would you like to talk about it some more?" He offered. 

Louis sniffed, "I. . .I don't want to go in that room." He admitted. 

Harry smiled gently. "And you won't. Louis, the most I'd leave you in there is probably over night, but no more than an hour for punishments, alright?" 

Louis nodded. "What's. . . in the room?" He asked.

"Nothing." Harry simply said. "Although, I might throw a pillow and a blanket in there-I'm not saying that I expect you to land yourself in there. I'm just saying that IF and only IF I send you there, then I can promise you warmth. Alright?" Harry asked. Louis nodded. It seemed fair, but that didn't mean he wanted to rush and get punished just to see what it was like. 

Harry smiled, "Besides, you're too good of a Sub to be punished, am I right?" He cooed. 

That made Louis grin. "I'm a good Sub." He added. 

"I know." With that, Harry landed a gentle kiss on Louis' forehead. "That's all for punishments baby. Let's talk about other rules, alright?" 

Harry continued to tell Louis that because yesterday was his first day, he allowed Louis to call him 'Harry' in public. "For now on, I want you to call me 'Sir' is that clear?" Louis was also never allowed in public without a Dom around. Whether that be himself or his friends, Liam and Zayn (who Harry promised to introduce Louis to later). 

"They have a sub named Niall, he's a very. . .hyper. . . thing, but he's friendly. I hope you grow to become best friends." Harry explained.

"Wait. . .Niall . . .Niall Horan? As in the Sub who achieved two Doms?" Louis asked. Niall was legendary. Everyone knew who Niall was. The First Sub in fifteen years to be matched with two Doms. But that's only half of what made him known, the other part was them STILL being together. On an occasion where a Sub was linked to two Doms, normally the two Doms either kill one off, or kidnap the Sub. But this couple lasted over a year. 

Harry smiled. "Yes. In fact, Liam and Zayn are my co-workers, so you'll be seeing Niall a lot as well. He's what's called a 'Perfect Sub' so if you have any questions on how to act, and you don't feel comfortable asking me, you may go to him." Harry sat next to Louis on the couch. 

Louis bit his fingernail, nodding. 

"Okay. . ." 

Harry frowned, "Something wrong?"

"No, no, it's perfect." Louis smiled. "It's just. . .It's all happening so fast and . . .I'm a bit overwhelmed." Louis set the glass of water down, hoping it wouldn't leave a ring on the table. Harry took one of Louis' hands and kissed each knuckle, making Louis blush. 

"I know it's a lot to ask you. But, I didn't want you being in that home anymore." Harry admitted. "I want nothing but the finest for my Sub." The Dom replied, brushing hair out of Louis' face. Harry looked down and smiled seeing what Louis was wearing. He traced his fingers over the smooth pearls and two emeralds.

"I still miss it." Louis admitted. 

Harry couldn't help but scoff a bit. "How Louis? It was almost falling apart, it was totally unlivable." Louis felt hurt by the words his Dom spoke. 

"But. . .it was much more than that," My Father built that home with his own two hands. It's a place where I first walked, it was the only home I'd ever known. "It may have been old and rusty, but even after my father died, Mum and I. . ." Louis didn't finish as he gasped, standing up. 

"Oh my god, Mum!"

Harry was a bit taken back by Louis' outburst and watched as his Sub began to race to the front door. "Where are you going?" Harry asked, suddenly. 

"I have to find my Mum," Louis cried, stopping in his tracks when Harry jumped in front of him. "She was taken to some hospital, I don't know the name of-I have to find her and see if she's okay-"

"Louis-LOUIS!" Harry's voice barked and it silenced Louis. "Calm down. Deep breaths." Damn, does he hyperventilate like this all the time? He's worked himself up so much. Harry wondered. "Listen, don't do that again. Okay? When I'm in a room talking to you, you just don't get up and leave like that. We just went over the rules, and I can understand your mother is ill; so I'll let this slide. " 

Louis nodded, thankful he was getting off easy. 

"But getting worked up like this isn't helping anyone." Harry replied. "Now, it's nearly five in the afternoon, I'm sure visiting hours are over at hospitals, so why don't you just relax. I'm sure you mother would want you to." 

Harry had a point. Louis thought. Mum wouldn't like me getting worried like this. 

"O. . .okay." 

Harry smiled. "Good. Now, I let's have a bite to eat and then watch some TV. We'll just relax, it's a rare thing to do together, so I suggest you take the offering."

Louis smiled. As if I'd ever pass it off.

CHAPTER 4

"Li, where are we going?" Niall weakly asked as his Dom gently carried him out of their bedroom. He was still lightheaded and felt queasy and he prayed that he was strong enough to keep whatever bile he felt in the pits of his stomach down. He wouldn't want to throw up on his Dom. Liam gently laid Niall on the living room couch. 

"Zee and I are taking you to a doctor's. We're going to find out why you're sick." Liam explained.

This worried Niall. He knew he wasn't allowed to see his medical records, normally The Dom handled all that information, Subs were lucky if their Doms told them anything. It sounded cruel and scary, but really it was more of a Trust-building exercise than anything. It was meant to assure the Sub that their Dom knew exactly what was wrong and they would care for it. 

Normally Niall wasn't scared because Zayn and Liam always made him feel better, but Liam was shaky, Niall could sense it. 

"Is. . .it bad?" Niall asked, lowering his head.

Liam shrugged, helping Niall with his shoes. "We don't know, baby, that's why we have to take you to get checked up." The last thing The Dom wanted was for his Sub to think he was dying. Liam gently stroked Niall's arm. 

"Zee and I will be there with you the whole time, baby, I promise." 

"I hate hospitals." Zayn grumbled, fetching the car keys.

As promised, Liam and Zayn held both of Niall's hands when they were checked in and waited in a room for the doctor. Niall groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his belly. Liam and Zayn gave a concerned glance and just as Liam was about to ask what was wrong, Their Private Doctor came in. 

Dr. Francis was a Dom like Liam and Zayn, however, he was a lot like Liam, a very caring and understanding Dom. Dr. Francis wasn't like any ordinary doctor, he had researched the trio's relationship and had not only a doctor's degree, but was also in therapy, so if they had any relationship problems (which they hadn't, thank God) then they'd go to him too.

"Hello gentlemen, what sees to be the problem?" Dr. Francis greeted with a smile.

"Niall is sick." Zayn replied. 

"Really? How do you feel Niall?" 

Niall whimpered, feeling a gas bubble erupt from his inside before answering. "Horrible. I can't eat and I throw up." 

"He's been experiencing morning sickness?" Dr. Francis cocked his eyebrow. "Any other symptoms?" 

"My. . .chest hurts." Niall muttered, embarrassed. Although, he had no reason to be, he's been taken care of by Dr. Francis when his knee broke and when he had a bad cold. 

"Hurts, how?" 

"Like, they're tender. I want to wear a shirt, but it hurts to have fabric being rubbed against and I have to go without a shirt, but. . " Niall sniffed, he was tired and fed up with feeling poorly. "but I just get cold." Liam wrapped a arm around Niall, pulling him close. 

"Very well. Anything else? Like, tell me about your nausea, is it after you eat something?" 

"No, not always." Niall admitted, feeling very small. Zayn placed his own hand on Liam's fingers so both Doms hands were on the small of Niall's back. "Sometimes, it's when they're making me food."

"Anything you can't stand without having to vomit?" 

"Chicken. . .because Liam made me chicken broth and I felt queasy then." 

Dr. Francis had written everything down that Niall had said and nodded. "Alright, well, Niall, I'd like to run some tests because I think I know what might be wrong with you."

Liam and Zayn shared a guilty look that Niall didn't see. "am. . .am I dying?" Niall whimpered. Dr. Francis looked over at the Doms, sharing a look that asked if he could respond to Niall's question. Liam nodded and the Doctor gave Niall a kind smile. 

"No, Niall. Far from it, I suppose. Come with me, I'll take you to my nurse's quarters while I speak to your Doms."

"Can. . . " Niall turned to his Doms, he didn't want to go alone. 

"I'll go," Liam stood up. "That okay, Zee?" 

"Yeah." Zayn nodded, the two already knew what to expect. Niall held Liam's hand when a nurse stuck a needle in him to draw blood. Liam gulped, hated needles as much as Niall, but he had to be strong for his Sub, so he gently picked up the blonde and placed him in his lap, laying his head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear of how Good he was being.

The two pretty Sub nurses couldn't help but 'coo' and 'aaaw' at the sight of Niall in his Dom's lap sniffing in pain while his Dom reassured him. It was a Sub's dream to have that. 

A Sub wants to feel wanted.

A Dom wants to feel needed. 

Dr. Francis and Zayn were in Dr. Francis' office. Zayn didn't make eye-contact with the doctor. "I'm not stupid." Dr. Francis spoke. "You knew all along. You and Liam." 

Zayn narrowed his eyes. 

"So what if we did?" 

"Then why the visit?" 

Zayn didn't answer. We want a confirmation. ". . . .to be surprised with Niall." It wasn't a total lie, if it turns out Niall wasn't pregnant, then he and Liam would be amazed (for all the sex they've had, he was actually stunned Niall wasn't pregnant before.) and if it turns out to be just a scare, then he and Liam would do the best they could to cure their Sub of whatever bug he caught.

Dr. Francis nodded. "Seeing as I'm also your therapist, I pulled you aside so I could talk to you; seeing as you're the one who won't take this as well as Liam would; kill two birds with one stone."  

Zayn frowned. "What makes you think I won't love the fetus?" 

"I never said that. I just think that you might feel overwhelmed, or possibly even threatened." Threatened? Zayn rolled his eyes.It's an infant, how can you be jealous of an infant?  

"I may be a Dom, but I'm not the jealous type. Whatever Niall wants is perfect fine-"

"I wasn't talking about Niall." 

It took Zayn a moment before Liam's face flashed into his head. "L. . . Liam? You think I'd be jealous of him?" Zayn snorted. No way, Liam was his husband. He loved Liam. 

"Really?" Dr. Francis asked. "Well, Zayn, I have to say being the first polyamorous relationship in fifteen years is something special, however, being the ONLY polyamorous relationship to last more than a year is extraordinary. Something this nation has never seen or heard of before." 

Zayn smirked, "It's because we get along better than the others." So jealousy is OUT of the question.

"True. But to add in a pregnancy is something very new. It's never been done before. You three will be first again in working things out between you guys."

There was a pause before a woman's voice on a small, black boxed speaker rang out threw the room. "Dr. Francis, Niall's testing is done."

"Send him back to the room, please." 

"Sure thing."

Zayn stood up, ready to leave the Doctor's office before he was called. "Are you sure that you both can handle the results? Because it would be a real shame if something were to happen and strain your relationship and cause you to split." 

The raven haired Dom felt sick. ". . . Nothing will happen." 

This is why he hated hospitals. 

"Are you ready for the results?" Dr. Francis asked, directing his eye contact to Zayn. The trio nodded, all of them holding hands.

Niall was confused. Normally he wasn't allowed to hear the results. He'd be outside the door trying to hear what his Doms were saying, he just hoped it wasn't life threatening. 

"Niall, I had great news." 

Niall held his breath.

". . . . You're pregnant." 

Pregnant? 

Liam threw his air, wrapping his arms out his Sub. "Oh! Baby, we're having a Baby!" He cheered, thanking silently for taking acting electives in high school. Zayn smiled softly watching his Sub; Niall looked so confused and stunned, really he didn't know how to deal with this. 

It was such a surprise. 

"I'd day your about five weeks in." Dr. Francis smiled, "Now, this might be a bit scary, but hear me out. This is your choice now, Niall. As a Sub, you and only you have the right to what you want to have happen next, your Dom has no say."

Choice? 

"Would you like to keep the child? Or abort it?"

Niall's eyes widened. "No! No, I want to keep the baby." He replied, putting his hands on his flat tummy. Dr. Francis smiled, looking at Zayn who he could tell was forcing a smile. Liam it seemed was over joyed. 

"Very well. I'll schedule you for another appointment. I'll see you three hopefully within two weeks. Would you like an ultra sound now?"

"Yes, please." 

When they left the hospital, Niall was almost skipping with glee. I'm pregnant. I can't believe I'm pregnant. Niall smiled fondly at the ultra sound picture in his hand. The baby looked like a little bean. Granted the baby was nothing more than a black speck but it meant the world to Niall. 

"Well, now we know what's wrong." Liam chuckled, helping Niall into the back seat. Zayn said nothing and when everyone was buckled, he began to drive to their home. 

"Wait, we have to tell Harry!" Niall replied. 

Liam and Zayn shared a look. "I think we should probably leave him alone for a bit, baby." 

"Why?" 

"Because Harry was matched." 

Niall let out a gasp. "Really? Harry was matched? That's wonderful!" Harry was Liam and Zayn's boss, but he was also their very good friend. They made jokes about it Harry was ever matched then his Sub and Niall would be like those Suburban housewife Subs who do nothing but gossip and drink coffee. 

"Really? To who?"

Liam smiled, turning to the back seat. "We don't know yet baby, and the proper thing to do is not ask unless you're introduced."  

Niall nodded, keeping silent. He entertained himself by gazing at the ultrasound picture. He smiled. This was a baby. A baby growing inside of him. This was Liam's, Zayn's and his baby. He clutched the picture close to him. He loved this little one already. 

"Wait, I have to call my Mama and Papa back home! Could. . . I maybe use the phone when we arrive home?" Niall asked, remembering his manners. 

Liam shrugged. "It's okay with me. Zee?" 

Zayn just sighed. Liam frowned. 

"Something wrong, Zayn?" Niall asked, worried.

"No." Zayn didn't say anything else after that. Liam glared at his husband and made a note to talk to him before bedtime. 

Louis wanted to try out the oven in the kitchen. Harry was upstairs on his lap top because he recieved a message on his phone. Something about 'important documents' either way, Louis didn't mind and repeatedly accepted Harry's apology over and over again when the Dom promised to be just a moment. 

Well, 'Just a moment' lasted over an hour before Louis got hungry. 

Maybe I should ask Harry first before using his food. Louis thought. However, his stomach took over his brain and when he opened the bright fridge Louis was met with shelves stacked with food and produce. Louis almost fainted. He had never been in a room with so much food. 

His Sub-head-space was telling him to cook every meal on the plant just for his Dom, but Louis controlled himself and seeing it was already past six, he figured that he could cook Harry a nice dinner. 

What to cook, what to cook. 

He was starstruck. He began to look around trying to get an idea before noticing a red book on a shelf above a cabinet. He was too small to reach it, so he grabbed a chair and pushed it over, hopping on it and extending his arm as far as it could go until he had a firm grip. 

Louis noticed it was a cook book. He smiled, flipping through the dinner selection until he came across a yummy dinner dish. 

"Chicken. . . " He muttered.  Louis began to fish through the freezer and smiled when he pulled out a package of frozen chicken slices.

". . . . Stuffed with mozzarella."

Opening the cheese cabinet he used his seance of smell to find a block of white mozzarella cheese.

". . .Wrapped in Parma ham." 

Finding the ham with the rest of the meat, Louis began to cut small, thin slices and seasoned them. 

". . . .With a side of homemade mash." 

Louis was done mashing the potatoes when he heard the timer go off. He grabbed a hot pad holder and oven-mit before pulling the dish out of the oven. He smiled to himself and plated the dish in the dining room. He also added some steamed vegetables as a side dish. 

With dinner made, Louis turned around to finish up some dishes but accidentally bumped into Harry. "Oh!" Louis blubbered. 

"I'm sorry," Harry smiled, sniffing the air. "Something smells good. Did you make supper?" Louis nodded and he led Harry into the dining room where Harry marveled at the meal Louis cooked.

"It's my first meal." Louis muttered, looking at the ground.

"Look at me, Louis." 

The Sub's head jerked up. Harry was smiling. "What were you saying?"

"Its.. . . . my first meal I ever cooked." Normally Louis' mother cooked because Louis would be so tired from working in the fields. Louis did take home economics, but never really made anything. Harry smiled, leading his Sub to the table where they sat next to each other. 

"I'm sorry if it's bad, I just. . .wanted to do something as a thank you." Louis rambled. 

"A 'thank you' for what?" Harry asked. What could Louis possibly thank him for? He hadn't done anything. The Dom turned to his Sub, who was giving him a 'Are you Kidding me' look. 

"You've. . .done so much for me," Louis gently laughed. "So much." 

Harry still didn't understand but he took a bite of the food and the gooey goodness from the melted cheese and tenderness of the ham and flavor from the chicken, all exploded in his mouth. Harry slowly chewed, baffled. 

This couldn't be his first meal, it's so good! 

Harry continued to eat and Louis nervously laughed. "Is it really that good?"

"It's excellent!" Harry had eaten at Five-Star restaurants that didn't taste this good. And he wasn't saying that because Louis was his Sub. The boy had talent. ". . .hmmm. Here try some." Harry turned Louis' cheeks so they were facing one another. Harry held up his fork with  a bite of food on the end. 

He's going to feed me? Louis gulped nervously. I hope I don't choke and embarrass myself. 

Louis opened his mouth and let Harry feed him the bite of chicken. It was good. 

"See? You are a great cook. Have some." 

Louis began to eat off his own plate, but would occasionally let Harry feed him. He thought it was endearing. With dinner finished, Louis began to wash the dishes while Harry said he had to do something and that Louis was to meet him upstairs when he was finished. Louis wondered what Harry could want while traveling up the marble staircase. 

He heard water being ran and this only confused Louis more. His blue eyes traveled to the 'Isolation room door' in the middle of the hallway. Louis shivered. He felt stupid for being scared by a door. But it was the only door in the hallway, was a lonely door in the middle. He whimpered, running away from it. 

Once again he bumped into Harry. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Louis screamed.

"Louis?" Harry gripped the boy, softly. "What's wrong?" 

"N-nothing." Louis lowered his head, sniffing. Harry gently held the Sub close to him. "Hey, hey, calm down. I have another thing for you." 

More gifts? The Sub sniffed as Harry led him into the bathroom where Louis almost had a heart attack. Inside the master bathroom to their room was a nice bath drawn and the room smelled wonderful with vanilla scented candles. Louis put his hand to his chest, looking around. There was a shower next to the large tub that could easily fit two people, and seeing as the room was nothing but candle light, the room had a beautiful glow. 

"Oh. . .Ha. . .Harry."

The Dom smiled, laying his head on Louis' shoulder. "Do you like?" He loved to hear the amazement in Louis' voice. He loved to know that he could light up Louis' world just by showing him a bathroom.

Louis loved it. Back at his old home, they had a wash tub and a prayer that there was hot water in the kitchen faucet. But this was a full blown bathroom. Something Louis never grew up with. 

"I love it!" He gasped. 

"Okay, take your clothes off." Harry whispered.

That's where Louis became silent. Taking a bath meant being naked, obviously. But, Louis had never been naked in front of someone (other than his parents when he was little). Louis was about to protest when Harry held a finger to his lips. "I'm not going to do anything, I promise. It's just a simple bath between us. Nothing more, my Love."

With that, Harry gently kissed his knuckles and Louis felt a little better. Still, looking down at his body, Louis knew he was a tad chubby. He had thicker thighs, a big butt and curvy hips. The perfect built for a Sub. 

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Harry spoke, as if reading his mind. "We'll take this slowly. Do you trust me?" He whispered.

Louis did. He nodded. "Okay. I'll take my shirt off at the same time as you. We'll do this together."

The Sub liked that idea and he began to slide his warm jumper off, folding it and setting it on the counter next to them. Now that Louis got a better look at his Dom, he could see Harry had multiple tattoos all over his upper torso. Harry smiled, "I got these as soon as I was legal." He chuckled. "Now. . .pants next." 

It was a slow struggle for Louis, but he managed to slide off his pants and then his boxers until the two of them were completely naked in front of one another.

Louis' breathing hitched. Harry was. . . .big.

"Something wrong, love?" Harry had mistaken Louis' rapid breathing for anxiety and went to console him. "No. no. Nothings wrong." Louis flashed Harry a smile. Harry nodded and walked his Sub over to the tub.

"Be careful of the candles. Go slowly so you don't fall." Harry guided his love into the tub. Louis almost moaned. The water was so warm and soft. The water he was used to bathing in was always so cold. Then, Harry climbed in, sitting against the edge of the tub. Louis brought his knees before him.

"Would you like to sit with me?" Harry asked. He knew he was asking a lot and truthfully, he wouldn't be disappointed if Louis said no. Oh, how Louis did. He wanted Harry to make him feel safe, accepted, wanted. 

"oh. . . .kay."  

Louis scooted over towards Harry until he was sitting on his thigh, trying to avoid the organ that should be handing from the ceiling in a deli shop. Harry began to press his finger tips in Louis' shoulders, rubbing in small circles. Louis shuttered, tilting his head back. Harry continued to rub while whispering in his Sub's ear. 

"As your Dom, your well being comes before anything and everything," Harry planted a small kiss to the lobe of his ear. "And I know I have been rushing you into a lot of things you may be uncomfortable with, but nothing means more to me, than the trust you give me." 

Louis melted at Harry's kind words and he didn't realize that his back was to Harry's chest. Harry smiled, giving tiny kisses to the Sub's cheek. He would occasionally rub his hands up and down Louis' hairless arms and sometimes his legs, admiring the smooth skin. Harry reached over to grab a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. Louis had never had alcohol but he thanked his Dom and took a small sip. Harry fed his Sub little chocolates and small candies, in return Louis would peck Harry on the nose, the eyelid, or the forehead. 

He forgot all about being self conscious. 

"I can't believe I'm pregnant!" Niall sobbed happily into the phone, repeating that sentence for the millionth time he'd been on the phone with his family in Ireland. Liam watched in the doorway, smiling as he heard his Sub pour his heart out to his family. He could hear Maura, Niall's mother, on the other end cry with happiness of being a Grandmother.

Liam's happiness was cut short when Zayn walked past him. He turned and called his husband over. 

"Zayn, what's wrong?" He asked, concerned. 

"Nothing is wrong." Zayn replied softy, walking over to the bar they had in their attached kitchen. Liam sat in a stool and watched as The Dom poured two glasses of Scotch. 

"This wasn't planned." Liam chuckled, taking a glass. "But at least Niall is happy." 

At least Niall is happy. Zayn felt sick, so he dis-guarded his drink and began to walk to his office. "Hey, what was that about? you never just pour a drink and leave it."  Liam asked. Zayn almost growled. He had enough of Liam following and pestering him. He's been doing that ever since they came home. 

"Leave me alone." Zayn spoke, slamming his door. Liam narrowed his eyes and walked back up the stairs to check on Niall. 

Zayn sat at his desk with his head in his hands. 

He needed to talk to someone. 

He called Harry. 

There were four rings before Zayn figured Harry might be out with his Sub, but Harry answered before he hung up.

"Hullo?" 

"Harry, it's Zayn."

"Can I help you with something?"

"Actually, we need to talk, but not right here. It is work related. Do you mind if Liam, Niall and I come over tomorrow?" He asked. Zayn was sure Harry might be busy with his new Sub, so he figured if he had a good excuse Harry would say yes. "Niall was wondering if he could meet your Sub." 

"No, no, I don't mind. Um. Noon sound okay?" 

"Perfect. See you tomorrow." 

After getting some more paperwork finished, Zayn looked at the time. It was around nine at night when he decided to quit for the night. Entering the bedroom he shared with his Husbands, he found Niall and Liam already dressed for bed and holding a large book in their hands. 

"What's that?" Zayn's voice seemed to startle the two. 

"Oh! Zee, it's a scrapbook for the baby, look." Niall pointed to his Ultra sound picture and next to that, it seems Liam took a picture of Niall's flat tummy, above the pictures was a white sticker with writing in black sharpie was:

LATE AUGUST, MONTH 1, TODAY WE FIND OUT NIALL IS PREGNANT. 

"We want to do one for every month and Liam also got a notebook so I could write important things down." Niall smiled, cuddling down into the pillows as Liam and Zayn got dressed for bed. 

"Good." Zayn softly replied.  "Let's get some sleep first, Niall. Tomorrow, we're going to Harry's."

"Really?" Niall asked happily, "Oh, are we going to meet his Sub?"

"Maybe, remember, he's new to all of this, so I hear he's shy." Zayn gasped in relaxation, sinking under the covers. With Liam on one size and Zayn on the other, Niall was directly in the middle of the bed. That's how they slept, knowing they're all holding one another. 

"I love you both." Niall smiled, being awarded kissing on his cheeks by both Doms. 

"And we love you baby. Both of you." He finished, placing his hand on Niall's tummy. Zayn was thankful the room was dark, so both husbands couldn't see how upset he looked. 

When their bath water was becoming cold and Harry noticed how pruny Louis was, he declared that it was almost time for bed. He carried his Sub bridal style to the bed they would share, making Louis giggle. Harry pointed to the dresser next to them.

"In here are your night clothes, verses the closet where everything else is." He kissed his Sub's temple, excusing himself when he heard the phone ringing from the bottom of the stairs. While Harry ran to answer the phone, Louis opened the drawer to see rows of silk night clothes. He noticed something in the way back though. Unlike the shirts and pants, he pulled out a white cotton short dress. He narrowed his eyebrows, giggling. 

Does Harry like cross dressing? he wondered. He bit his lip and quickly put it on, running to the closet when he heard footsteps coming his way. 

"Louis?" Harry looked around, wondering where his Sub was. 

Slowly, Louis left the closet and Harry turned around, almost blushing at the sight of Louis in a very short and very revealing night gown. 

"Is it. . . okay?" He asked.

It's fucking perfect! "Y-yeah. It's nice." Harry babbled. Louis giggled, holding Harry's hand as he was led to the bed. Harry stripped down to his boxers and soon the two of them were under the covers. Louis shivered and Harry held him close. Louis wasn't in fact, just the feeling of taking a warm bath and then dressing in clean cloths and burying yourself in some crisp, clean sheets was just the best feeling in the world. 

"Hey," He whispered again. "Tomorrow, we're having guests. Remember Doms Liam and Zayn and their Sub Niall?" 

Louis nodded.

"They will be here at Noon tomorrow. Their Sub Niall would like to meet you and I want you to be on your best behavior." Harry smiled, stroking Louis' bangs out of his eyes. Louis promised he would be and Harry knew he'd listen. As if his Louis was bad. He was sure there wasn't a bad bone in the boy's body. Louis just made mistakes.

"Yes sir."

Harry chuckled. "Call me Daddy."

Louis giggled. "Okay, Daddy." Louis wrapped his arms around his Dom and with Harry soothingly rubbing his back, he fell right to sleep, feeling like the luckiest Sub in the world.  

CHAPTER 5 

Nervous would be an understatement. 

Louis was downright scared. 

He paced the living room, something he did when he was nervous. Today, the famous polygamy couple would be under the same roof as him, on top of that, they were coming to meet him! Louis gulped. If it wasn't nerve wrecking enough, he still hasn't heard word of his mother. He was very worried about her. 

"Louis?" 

The Sub looked up seeing his Dom. Harry was dressed very. . . .seductive today. Well, maybe not so, but two of his shirt buttons were undone, revealing the cross necklace he had given him as well as showing off the bird tattoos. 

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

Louis himself was dressed fairly warm for today. He had on a white sweater and black pants. He knew they in no way matched the pearl necklace and emeralds, but he liked wearing the necklace. It made him feel safe. Harry reached over to stroke some pieces of hair away from Louis' eyes. "Might need that haircut after all, it's blocking your pretty eyes." He smiled, sitting next to his Sub. 

Louis blushed, smiling softly. "It's just. . . .I'm nervous." Louis had always been a shy person. Meeting new people somewhat scared him. 

Harry gently patted Louis' back. "There is nothing to be scared of, Love. Liam and Zayn are good friends of mine; we're co-workers actually. And they aren't as intimidating as other Doms, I promise." 

Louis felt a little better, but when the doorbell rang, he felt his stomach churn. Harry stood up to answer the door, taking Louis' arm and hooking it with his own. "Um, Do I call you 'Sir' or 'Harry'?" Louis asked.

"Call me Harry, love. It's only in public do you call me 'Sir' remember?" 

"O. . .oh." Louis nodded. With that, Harry opened the door and the first thing Louis saw was a tiny blonde and behind him were two larger men. The blonde gasped, smiling. Louis couldn't help but smile back, the blonde was so adorable. To Louis' shock however, the blonde giggled and leaped off the ground, holding his arms out to Louis.

"YOU'RE CUTE!" 

With that, the two Subs fell to the floor. 

"Wha. . what?" Louis wasn't appalled, he just wasn't expecting something like THAT to happen. Louis looked up in fear, the two Doms were staring at him. They were both handsome men, one with raven hair slicked back minus a tiny hair strand and deep, dark eyes. The other had a tiny beard that matched the quiff in his hair and had lighter brown eyes. 

Louis did feel honored to be seeing the first successful polygamy Dom and Sub couple.

"Niall, please get off of him." A sigh came from the Dom with black hair.

"Sorry," The Sub, Niall, apologized. "It's just he's cute, Zee, look at him!" With that, the Sub began to pink both of Louis' cheeks. Harry chuckled seeing how delighted Niall was meeting Louis. He was happy at that because he wanted the two to become best friends.

"Yes, yes, we can see Niall, please let go." The other Dom replied. "Sorry, bout that Harry."  

Harry smiled. "No, no. It's okay. I know how Niall is." 

With that, Niall began to sway on the balls of his feet. "Hi Harry." Louis' Dom smiled, "Hello Niall." Then he turned to Louis.

"Everyone, this is my Sub, Louis Tomlinson. Louis, this is Liam and Zayn. You know Niall." Louis gave a small have and a tiny 'hello'. Harry dismissed his Sub so he could talk to the other Doms. Louis was a bit shy when Niall tugged him away, and he had a feeling Niall had been in Harry's house before he did. 

"So, how are you getting along with Harry?" Niall asked as the two sat in the kitchen, sipping glasses of water. 

"Fine," Louis replied. "Last night I warmed up a bit to him." 

"Good, Doms like it when you trust them on the first date," Niall smiled, swinging his legs off his chair. "I know it's sudden and we just met. . .but have you guys had sex yet, or are you waiting for the first week mark?" 

Louis paled, obviously Niall had no shame. Niall waited patiently, smiling. Louis nervously chuckled, "Oh. . .no. We did share a bed though." 

Niall gasped, holding his hands to his cheeks. Louis smiled, he remembered falling asleep in the arms of Harry. He wondered if he should have counted last night as the second time he fell asleep with Harry. Louis remembered the night Harry held him when he was still in Yorkshire, how upset he was and how gently The Dom had put him to slumber. 

"So, you're waiting for the First week?" Niall asked, breaking the silence. 

First week? Louis thought. Then he gasped. "Oh, you mean the signing?" 

Niall nodded. "Yeah. Not a lot of Doms and Subs do something like that anymore, it is a bit traditional and a lot of people see it as more of a 'hey, we made it a week, I guess we're forever' but no. It's not," Niall smiled into his glass. Louis liked Niall. There was something about the blonde that was different, like a warm aura surrounded the blonde and it just made people love him. 

"Sorry for jumping on you earlier, my hormones have been raging from happy-go-lucky, to incredibly sluggish." Niall laughed.

"Hormones?" Louis thought for a moment then he gasped, "Are you with child?" 

Niall gushed, "Yes, yes I am!" 

Louis began to bounce in his seat. He loved little kids and babies. Since only Subs can have children, whether they be male or female, being pregnant was always the sign of a good relationship. Meaning Niall would give birth to the first child born under a polygamy relationship. 

"That's. . that's great Niall, how long are you?"

"Doctor says about a month or so. Hey, Louis. How are you adapting to being a Sub?" Niall smirked. Louis frowned, he thought real hard. Was he being a bad Sub? 

"Um. . .Okay I guess. I haven't gotten in trouble." 

Niall tisked. "Still. . .How good do you think you are?" 

Louis blinked.

"He's pregnant?" Harry asked. The three Doms were in Harry's office upstairs, all having a glass of wine. Zayn nodded. "He's about a month or so along."

"Five weeks." Liam corrected.

With that, Harry nodded. "So. . .are you all ready to make the headlines yet again?"

"No," Came a sterny reply from Zayn. "Infact, we want this to be kept top secret." Zayn spoke before Liam had the chance to. Liam gave his husband a look.

"If we attract attention the media will be all over us and I don't want that stress on Niall."

Liam bit his lip. "But, we can't just have him locked up in the house all day. What if he wants to go somewhere, get fresh air?"

"What's wrong with the air in the house?" Zayn frowned. Liam felt his blood boil. Zayn was keeping the baby a secret from the whole world and all Liam wanted to do was celebrate.

Then again, he has a point. If word got out that Niall was pregnant, then everyone would be on our case. we still get fucking paparazzi on our ass. 

Liam felt torn from being a doting father and a cautious Dom. And he hated it. 

"Anyway, I assume you'll need time off?" Harry asked, the two Doms nodded. "Very well, it'll be around January when the baby is born anyway, we're not too busy during then because of New Years. I don't mind, just tell me how long you'll be taking off a month ahead of time."  

"Excuse me." Liam stood up, leaving the room. Zayn was silent and Harry knew not to intervene. "More wine?" He offered. 

Both Doms continued drinking their wine and talked about the growth of the business. 

Meanwhile. . . 

"Hold it like this." Niall instructed, lifting up his pinkey finger. "And sit up, without your back to the chair." Louis was very uncomfortable. 

Niall had decided to educate him on how to sit at Formal Parties he was sure to attend with Harry sooner or later. It wasn't that Louis didn't have manners, but the there were expectations from High Class Doms towards their Subs. A lot of "common rules" Niall listed for Louis involved sitting, standing, talking and even eye contact. 

"It all depends on the Dom though. Liam and Zayn don't let me talk to anyone unless I'm spoken to first, of course Harry doesn't matter, cause we're so close, like family. But I'm also not allowed in public unless one of them is with me. I'm also not allowed to wear clothing unless they see it deemed fitting." 

Louis gulped. He and Harry had only talked about house rules and punishments, he didn't think there were rules for outside. 

"Don't be nervous though. They don't teach you these things in Sub-School, at least. . .not where I was from." Niall chuckled softly. 

Curiosity got the best of Louis. "Um, where are you from again, Niall?" The blonde gave Louis a small smile. "Mullingar, Ireland. Moved here when I was placed with Liam and Zayn." Louis could related to how much Niall missed his family. Louis longed to see his mother, but Niall's mother must be thousands of miles away. 

"It's okay though. I see them on holidays. Now, back to practice." Niall clapped his hands. Before they could continue, however, Liam walked into the room and gave a tender kiss to Niall's cheek. 

"And how are you both doing?" Liam smiled.

"Great! I'm teaching Louis how to act in public." Niall stated as-a-matter-of-fact with a hint of childish humor. Liam chuckled watching the Sub sip from his tea cup like a 'proper Sub'.

"Well, you both seem to be getting along well. I'm happy."

Liam, Louis noted, wasn't like your stereotypical Dom. He was very kind and talked to Louis like an equal. Louis guessed that Zayn was more of the stricter type and he was right, because when Harry and Zayn came down, Harry called Louis over because Zayn wanted to talk to him.

"How are you liking Niall?" Zayn asked. 

"He's very nice." Louis coughed up the courage to talk. Zayn looked scary to him: tall, bold and sharp. Zayn nodded, swishing his glass of wine. 

"Are you enjoying his company? He's not annoying you is he?" 

"No, no. Niall is a very good Sub." Louis was quick to answer, he didn't want to accidentally say something that would get Niall in some sort of trouble. Zayn smirked, chuckling. 

"You've got that right." Then he looked over seeing his husband trying to straighten out Niall's bangs, much to the Sub's displeasure. He winked towards Louis and mouthed 'watch this'. Louis was confused until Zayn snapped his fingers, loudly, one time and Niall all but slid across the tile floor, on his knees, towards Zayn with his back arched slightly and his mouth wide open. Louis jumped out of the way and Niall's open mouth nearly collided with Zayn's crotch. 

Louis' jaw dropped. 

"Ha, ha. No, Niall. I was just showing Louis." Zayn patted his Sub's head. Niall giggled and stood up off the floor. 

Louis was flabergasted at what he had just seen. With just the snap of his fingers. . .he could control him. It's like Niall gave up all rights of his mind, body and soul for Zayn!

"Good Sub." Zayn praised. 

Harry chuckled, pulling Louis closer. "Don't worry, Louis." He whispered. "That's something they do, I'd never ask you to do that to me." He reassured in his Sub's ear. But that didn't stop Louis from shaking. 

Liam rolled his eyes. "For Godsake, he's pregnant Zee, don't make him do that!" 

Zayn frowned. "And why not? He doesn't have a belly yet." 

"That doesn't mean he's not pregnant!" 

Niall bit his lip. His Doms never fought like this. Come to think of it, they've been arguing since The Doctor's visit. He frowned, feeling very unsettled. Niall didn't know what to do and his Sub-gene was telling him to get his Doms the hell out of Harry's house. 

"Well, it was nice to meet you Louis." Niall quickly responded, shaking Louis' hand. "Let's go!" Quickly, Niall rushed to get his shoes.  

"Wait. . Niall!" Liam called, rushing after his Sub. Zayn sighed, "Looks like we're leaving. It was nice to meet you Louis, I apologize for Niall's behavior. He's under stress." 

Louis blushed, he didn't think Zayn would apologize to him; not that Zayn seemed like the rude type, but it surprised Louis nonetheless. 

"Oh, it's okay. He's pregnant, I understand," Then he smiled, "Congratulations by the way." 

"Yeah thanks." Zayn mumbled, giving Harry a wave goodbye. With the trio gone Louis let out a breath he didn't know he kept inside. He shivered when Harry's lips came into contact with his cheek. 

"You did very well for your first visit, Louis." Harry praised. Louis blushed and fumbled with the sleeves of his sweater. "Thank you, Harry." 

"Did you like Niall?" 

"Yes. He, Liam and Zayn are very nice."

"Well, I'm glad you do, because they are my close friends, my second family, so you will be seeing them for a while. Also, seeing that Niall is pregnant, I want you to notice how he handles it." Harry began to walk into the kitchen and he turned smirking at Louis. "Because one day you'll be like that." 

Louis felt his heart skip a beat and his face flush. 

"O. . . .kay." 

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Zayn screamed, he had Liam drive and thankfully so, because if it were him then he'd be speeding. 

Niall was in his permanent seat in the back, whimpering. He knew what he did was a big 'No No' to a lot of Doms. The Sub DOES NOT decided when they leave. Whether it be in someone's home, the store or a party. The Sub is to stay as long as the Dom wishes. 

"You just made yourself look like a horrible Sub with the stunt you just pulled!" Zayn was livid. Never has Niall acted up like this and he was furious. 

"Zayn, stop yelling at him." Liam commanded. 

"Liam, stop letting him get away with shit!" Zayn retaliated. "Everything was going fine until-" Zayn was quiet. Niall sniffed, looking up from his shoes to watch his Dom turn away in silence.

"Until when Zayn?" Liam narrowed his eyes.

 Niall placed a hand over his flat tummy.  

"When we get home, your ass is in the Isolation Room." was all Zayn said. "Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Niall sniffed. When Liam reached a stop light he jerked his head towards Zayn. "You can't be serious?!" Zayn glared at his husband. 

"I'm his Dom so-"

"-as am I." 

"-Then you should agree with me that he needs to be punished, he broke a rule." 

"But he's pregnant and he needs to eat." Liam had a point. Zayn sighed, then said that Niall may have a quick dinner when they arrive home and then it's to the Isolation Room. 

Niall wept while watching his Doms shut the door on him. He looked around the empty room. There was nothing inside, minus a thin blanket and pillow. There was a window, but with bars, making him feel like he was in prison. He felt like it too. Niall was raised in a Catholic Sub home, he was trained and taught how to be only the best Sub and Dom could ever want. 

He sniffed, wiping away stray tears. I'm a horrible Sub and Husband. 

Liam was upstairs laying in bed watching TV. He looked to the middle of the big bed and sighed. Without his Sub next to him, he felt empty. He hated it when they punished Niall. The boy was rarely ever in trouble.

The Dom looked up seeing Zayn walking towards the dresser with nothing but a towel around his waist, showing off the many tattoos he had on his arms.

"Don't you think we're being too harsh on him?" Liam asked.

"No. He disobeyed, now he's being punished for it. Simple as that." Zayn mumbled, finding a pair of boxers and a cotton t-shirt. Liam turned off the TV, tossing the remote away. "I mean, I just think maybe we should tone down the punishments. Niall can't have any stress, so I think we should rid some-"

"Like that?" Zayn's head popped up.

"Well," Liam started. "Like spanking for one, he can't lay on his stomach when he gets bigger, the Isolation Room will only stress him out even more and we can't have him slide on his knees when you whistle." Liam grit that last part.  Zayn scoffed. 

"Then how in the hell are we supposed to make sure he stays in line?"

Liam shrugged. "He's a good boy already. Just gets wild from time to time." Niall reminded Liam of a kid excited to go to the candy store. He was always jumpy, energetic and giggling. Zayn made his way to the bed, laying under the covers. "think about it." He mumbled, laying down.

"But, Zee, I'm serious. Niall could have a miscarriage and if anything were to happen like that then. . ." Liam didn't speak. Zayn could hear the hurt and fear in his words and he rolled over wrapping his arm around Liam. 

". . . s'not gonna' happen." He mumbled. "Niall will be okay." 

"Zayn?"

"Hm?"

"Do you not want this baby?" 

Zayn didn't answer and Liam didn't push it. It wasn't that Zayn didn't want a baby. No. It was something far deeper and more traumatizing than that. Zayn shivered and he blamed it on the coldness of the air conditioning and loss of body heat from the Sub missing between them. 

Around one in the morning, Niall was still asleep on the floor when Zayn picked him up and carried him back to their room for a few more hours of shut eye. 

Ring. . . .Ring. . . .Ring. . . 

"St. Thomas Hospital, this is Jane, how can I help you?" 

"Hi, my name is Harry Styles and I was wondering if you have a patient by the name of Johannah Tomlinson?"

"Jo. . .hannah. . . .Tomlin. . .son. . . .Yes. She's currently in here."

"Okay. I need to know where she is right now. Is she in ICU or anything?"

"No, Mr. Styles. She is currently on our Recovery Floor."

"Excellent News. I'd like to schedule a visit, is there a time when my Sub and I can see her?"

"Yes. Visiting hours are from Nine-thirty until Six o'clock."

"Might I also have her Doctor's name?"

"I currently can not give that information, are you her son?"

"No, I'm her Son's Dom, though."

"But you both have had your Signature, right?"

"No, but we will in a few days." 

"With all due respect sir, I can not give you family information until you both have had your signature."  

"Very well. Please have Styles and Tomlinson under for three o'clock tomorrow."

"Alright, you both are in."

"Thank you, have a nice night."

"You too. . . " 

Harry said he had a phone call but would meet Louis upstairs in bed. Louis did feel a bit antsy, he didn't know if Harry was talking about him or not. It could be business related, stop pestering into his business. Louis scolded himself. Louis felt bad for thinking that His Dom would be chatting away about him. He knew Harry wouldn't do that. 

Harry came back into the room and began to undo his hair, letting it fall  down his shoulders. He gave Louis a fond smile and Louis waved, shyly. 

The Dom strolled over to the bed, sitting next to Louis on the edge of the bed. He began to stroke his fingers through Louis' hair. It was a simple touch that made Louis want to pur like a kitten. He smiled sweetly and Harry rested his hand on his Sub's cheek. 

"We're going somewhere tomorrow." Harry spoke.

"Where?" Louis asked. 

"You'll see." With that, Harry leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Louis' forehead. Louis felt his throat tighten and slowly, but surly he relaxed into the kiss. The Dom only pulled away when he felt Louis' tensions leave. "You've got to stop doing that." Harry stated. "It's unpleasant and it makes me feel as if you're uncomfortable with me." 

Louis quickly sat up, "No, no that's not it at all!" He insisted. "It's just. . . "

I've always been like this. I've always been timid, quiet and shy, it's just my nature. 

"Maybe this, will cheer you up." Harry smirked, dissing into his pants pocket, pulling out a small rectangular box. Louis was confused for a moment until Harry opened it, revealing a very classy and VERY expensive bracelet. 

The bracelet matched his necklace and Louis was stunned. He hadn't expected Harry to buy him jewelry. "Ha. . Harry." Once again, his Dom had made him speechless. 

"Like it?" 

"I love it!" With that, Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck. Harry chuckled and rubbed his Sub's back. "Get some sleep my sweet. Tomorrow we have a busy day." While Louis got ready for bed, he put the beautiful bracelet along with the matching necklace in the jewelry box on his dresser. 

Louis snuggled in Harry's arms again that night. 

He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

 THAT'S ALL FOR NOW FOLKS :)