I give you permission to punch me. Im a bad author.

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Louis looked in the mirror; he looked pretty today. He had a soft pink and white stripe shirt and tight black, ankle length jeans - hair brushed into a fringe perfectly.

He quickly took a mirror selfie of himself, Adidas shoe clad feet, and doggy filter posting it to his Snapchat Story. Such a typical white girl move. He giggled when Zayn replied within the minute. With a simple; 'looking hot babe.' God Louis loved his best friend.

Following that, the small Omega skipped out of his walk-in wardrobe in search of Liam.

"Daddy?" Louis whined pout on his face, however, received no response from the said man, instead a blank look from a blonde Beta.

The Omega tilted his head at Niall; he was holding a Doncaster Rovers jersey. "What's this for Mr Horan?" Louis quizzed with a playful attitude.

The blonde Beta, who worked for Liam in one of the additional offices, yawned as he flopped onto Liam's couch, chucking Louis the red jersey.

"What did you do? Let em fuck you?" Niall quizzed with a sarcastic, bored... but an almost curious tone of voice.

Louis was confused until he realised this was a personalised, hand-signed jersey; with Tomlinson on the back. His eyes lit up as he ran over to the Beta, hugging him.

"Oh my! Yes! I thought the coach of the Doncaster Rovers was joking when he said he would this to me." The small boy squealed, slipping into it... and fuck it was large, it reached mid-thigh.

Niall only laughed, standing up, much taller than Louis. He took the opportunity to check the size tag.

"God Lou, it is a fucking size small. You a dwarf or some'tin?" Louis giggled as Niall's Irish accent was prominent.

"Maybe you and everyone else are just giants."

Niall rolled his eyes because no Louis was just overly short.

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It was the next day when Harry realised what had happened to his phone. He never actually made many phone calls, but when he went to make a phone call to his manager, whose number he could not remember, he realised the crime that someone had committed.

All his contacts from A-O were changed to stupid, vulgar terms.

And of course, there was only one name that came to mind. The culprit had to be Louis Tomlinson.

Looking down his list of contacts, he groaned in annoyance; he needed to call the little brat. However, he soon noticed that his contact for Louis, which was once labelled, brat, was also changed.... And of course, it had to be the contact marked Princess.

So Harry called him.

"Hello, Harry." Harry squinted as he heard Louis' bubbly voice through the phone.

"Louis.... Or should I call you Princess," Harry spoke softly, darkly and almost dangerously.

He heard the small boy gulp through the phone, yep, Louis was the culprit.

"Whatever floats your boat Daddy," Louis smirked at the growl the Alpha released through the speakers, fuck.

There was a silent pause before Harry spoke again. What he said next, wasn't a request, it was an order.

"You come to my house, now. You are going to be a good boy and call every single contact you changed and ask for their name, and then change it to the correct contact name; am I understood?"

And fuck. Harry's Alpha was coming out, and it was making the little Omega wet. He nodded subconsciously before even answering.

"Yes, Daddy..." Louis was surprisingly amazed about how much power the Alpha had over him.

Harry smirked, and let the phone line remain silent for a second before whispering hotly.

"Oh and Louis?"

"... yes."

"Bring a vibrator."

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