[A/N]: Guess who's back? Back again. I'm back. Tell a friend.

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After a week, Louis walked into his therapist's office with the jumper that he gave him last week. He said, "Hey, can I come in?"

Harry looked up from his phone and said with a smile, "Sure, come on in. Nice jumper, by the way, I wonder where you got it from."

The tiny lad just smiled and said, "Well... someone really cool gave it to me last week."

The doctor grinned and said, "Tell him that he has a pretty good taste in fashion."

Louis just smiled at him for a moment and said, "You have a pretty good taste in fashion, daddy."

Harry choked and tried to compose himself by saying, "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you were flirting with me," and adjusted the bulge in his jeans under the table.

Louis bit his bottom lip with his cheeks turning light pink and asked curiously, "Would it be so bad if it was true?" then sat right in front of him and crossed his legs.

Harry looked him in the eye for a moment, speechless and unable to form proper sentences. He coughed into his fist, looked away and asked, "So, how was school?"

Louis smiled at his doctor's reaction and went along with it, pretending that the subject didn't change. He said, "It was alright, I guess," and shrugged lightly.

Harry fixed his glasses as he looked at him and asked, "You guess?"

Louis looked back at him and asked politely, "Can I sit on your lap? The chairs are not comfortable."

Harry froze writing down notes, he slowly set the pen on the table. He looked at him and asked, "Why are you acting like this?"

Louis frowned at the response he got and asked, "Acting like what?"

Harry stood up from his chair and sat in front of him. He said quietly, "Like you need attention and from me? I'm shocked."

Louis had his folded hands on his lap and looked down at them, avoiding his gaze while biting his lower lip.

"What really happened?" Harry asked quietly.

Louis felt tears building up but he blinked them away. Without looking at him, he crawled over to sit on his lap and hid his face in his neck. He mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry, daddy."

Harry didn't know whether he should welcome him into his arms or push him away since it was unprofessional. It felt wrong and he knew that. He sighed and wrapped his arms around him to bring him closer. He asked against his feathery hair, "What are you sorry for?"

After Louis calmed down, he pulled away just to look at him and said, "I agreed to go out with someone that I don't even like," and looked down in shame. Harry clenched his jaw as he continued, "I was j-just trying to feel normal and I kind of ruined everything."

Harry leaned back against the couch while the small lad was still on his lap and said, "Did you two...?" and gulped, hoping that nothing had happened but he knew it was better to expect the worst out of every situation so that the truth wouldn't sound so bad.

Louis said, "He tried to kiss me but I couldn't kiss him back. I didn't want my first kiss to be with someone I don't love," and looked at his doctor's green eyes, feeling as though he was going to melt just by the sight of them.

Harry looked back and noticed the way his patient leaned in closer to him. He felt the way he shifted around in his lap to get comfortable and it made him almost moan. He felt disgusting to feel this way about a sixteen-year-old but he couldn't help it. He tried to gently move him off of his lap and asked, changing the subject yet again, "So, I'm guessing that there's no second date?"

Louis shook his head innocently at him and asked softly, "Do you promise me that if I didn't have a date to prom then you would accompany me?"

Harry's heart fluttered at the innocent gesture and said with a smile, "Of course but isn't prom supposed to be at the end of the year?"

Louis smiled at his question and said, "Well, yeah, I was planning on seeing you for that long."

Harry chuckled and said, "I hope that one day you wouldn't need therapy."

Louis looked at him for a moment and asked, "Would you miss me if I no longer went to therapy?"

Harry had his eyes glued to his notes when he said, "You know that I would, you don't have to ask."

"I just wanted to hear you say it out loud," Louis said and straddled his lap as he added in a whisper, "Daddy," and nuzzled his face into his neck for warmth.

Harry shut his eyes for a moment and said, "Ironically, this doesn't feel paternal."

Louis giggled against his neck and asked rhetorically, "Who said that I wanted it to be?"

Harry sat there for a moment, thinking of how wrong this is yet at the same time, he can't resist Louis. He has never felt this way about anyone before and it scares him deeply.

For one, dating Louis would be illegal.

Two, he might lose his license.

Three, he might go to jail.

Four, he might be murdered by the small boy's family.

Five, well, he doesn't have a five.

Louis kissed his neck softly when his doctor didn't protest and whispered in his ear, "Can I kiss you? I want you to be my first."

Harry immediately realized that he's dealing with a child who never had his first kiss and he was going to be an asshole by ruining his innocence. He shook his head, slowly pulled him away with his face flushed and said, "We can't, you're only sixteen."

"And you're twenty-two, and?" Louis stood up with his hands on his curvy hips.

At that moment, Harry wished for two things.

One, that Louis was eighteen.

Two, that Louis wasn't his patient.

But we can't get what we want, can we?

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