"Get your fat ass up," Harry yells playfully, storming into Louis' bedroom, the boy is on his stomach, very short shorts and a band tee on as he draws on his iPad Pro.

"You love my fat ass. You should fuck it."

Harry ignored the remark. "I'm going to show you how to shoot a gun."

Louis' eyes widen, "I don't need to shoot a gun, i'm too pretty for that."

Harry merely rolls his eyes, throwing the boy over his shoulder and taking him towards the car.

---

"Harry this is hard." Louis whines as the man tugs on his arms.

"Arms straighter Louis."

"Alpha, please... Don't wanna do this." Louis pouts as he Harry stands behind him, hands on Louis' hips.

"Okay little Omega, shoot." Harry orders, watching as Louis flinches as he fires the bullet... sadly it his meters away from the target, a plastic human-shaped dummy.

Louis sighs, leaning back into the wolves embrace. "Can we go, I will never be able to hit it."

Harry frowns because he might think Louis is a spoilt brat, but an Omega needs to be able to protect themselves.

"Mmm, okay, but we will be back here next week and the next and the next until you learn. Understood?"

Louis rolled his pretty blue eyes, "yes Alpha." so much sarcasm for one little boy.

---

Louis whines, stamping into the lounge room where he can hear Harry loudly yelling at their television. Liam still isn't home; he has to stay late to film night scenes at 11 pm - it sucks, sometimes Louis just needs to cuddle his dad.

It is currently 4 pm, they have been home for 2 hours, and Louis has just woken up from a nap, it is all Harry's fault. He can hear the Alpha playing Fifa all the way from the third floor - Harry being on the first floor of their mansion.

So Louis makes the long trip down the stairs - he really needs Liam to install a lift.

"Harold."

He watches the Alpha intently as the man sighs dramatically, but never once turns to look at him; he is playing Fifa 17 on the families PS4 pro - Louis has his own in his room.

"Yes, Princess."

There is obvious sarcasm in the man's voice. Louis doesn't like it. So with a pout, he jumps onto the same couch Harry is lying on, snuggling under the man's arm and pressing his ass to Harry's crotch.

Harry pauses the game. Slowly moving his head to stare down at the boy. Blue meets green, and Harry raises his eyebrows, Louis smiling up at him cheekily. The Alpha flicks him in the nose, not saying a word and resuming his gave.

Louis stares at the large flat screen, curved 3D TV.

"EA has made computer-assisted defending more powerful; you are better off letting the AI defend for you.... actually, even if they didn't make it more powerful this year, you would still be better off letting someone else defend you. You suck."

Louis knew soccer... he wouldn't hold back telling Harry what was on his mind.

"Oh really? I'm sure you could do better than me." Harry challenged sarcastically, but Louis took it literally.

"I'm sure I can too." Louis sat up, snatching the controller from the Alpha, the man took a deep breath in and out, watching as the small boy rolled off the white leather couch and onto the floor. Opening up a new multiplayer game, chucking Harry, a controller for himself.

"If I win. I get to suck your cock." Louis smiled innocently, watching as the Alpha squinted at him. "I'll do it real well Alpha."

Harry growled, turning his controller on, eyes flashing red for a second, red eyes were an Alphas natural colour when in wolf form.

"Don't get excited little Omega. I will be beating you." Harry paused, "when I win, you will be my sexy little maid for two weeks."

Louis stared at the Alpha. "Three days."

"One week."

"Deal." With that, the Omega was holding his small hand out to Harry as the latter took hold of it, pulling him in for a bone crushing handshake.

---

"... you won."