[A/N]: YOU GUYS I AM BACK WHAT THE FUCKSLSKDNVSFK

Also, it's Louis' birthday in a few hours!

I. AM. NOT. PHYSICALLY. EMOTIONALLY. MENTALLY. READY. FUCK.

Harry stood up in front of the 16-year-old and said with his eyebrows furrowed sadly, "We can't."

Louis looked into his eyes before blinking his eyes away and turned around to avoid looking at him at the moment. He crossed his arms over his chest and said quietly as he looked out of the window, "You know that I want you."

Harry froze in his spot as he looked at his patient's back that was facing him and said, "You don't know what you want. You're only sixteen."

Louis choked out a laugh while shaking his head lightly and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. He turned around and said, "And you're only twenty-two."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Louis walked closer to his doctor and said, "You're twenty-two. Do you know what you want?" and stood in front of him and looked at him with his head tilted to the side.

Harry gulped as he saw how close they were at the moment and said, "My wants aren't a priority at this very moment."

Louis pushed him, making him fall on the couch. He straddled his thighs and whispered against his ear, "But it won't be a problem if the feeling is mutual."

Harry shut his eyes and was about to hold his patient's hips but clenched his fists instead. He was about to speak until there was a knock on the door.

The receptionist asked through the door, "Doctor?"

Louis bit his bottom lip as he got off of him and watched the doctor fix himself nervously before he opened the door to see what the receptionist wanted. He started roaming around his therapist's office with an innocent smile on his lips.

When the door closed, Louis turned around and saw his doctor flushed red. He walked over to him and said, "What did she want?"

Harry coughed into his fist and said, "She was reminding me about my next appointment."

"Cancel it, I don't want to leave. Please?" Louis pouted cutely as he wrapped his arms around his waist.

Harry was considering cancelling all his appointments for the day just so that he could spend more time with him. He shook the thoughts out of his head and said, "I can't," and took his patient's arms off of him.

Louis looked up at him innocently and said, "Can I get at least a kiss before I go, daddy?"

Harry internally groaned because he really wants to kiss him and do things to his body that he never thought was possible. He wants to bend him over his office table and have his way with his curvy body.

But he just can't and it's killing him inside.

Harry sat at the edge of his office table as he looked at his patient and said as he pretended to go over some notes, "See you on Thursday."

Louis stood there in the middle of the room hesitantly while biting the inside of his cheek. He slowly walked over to his doctor, pressed a long, deep kiss to his cheek with his eyes closed and his long eyelashes resting against his cheekbones beautifully.

His heart was beating out of his chest and he was scared that his doctor could hear it too. When he pulled away, his cheeks were flushed pink. He turned around and left the room without another word.

Harry looked at the closed door with his eyes wide with one hand on his cheek where the boy kissed him. He blurted out, "Fuck."

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When Louis got home that night, he looked up at the ceiling and thought about what he had done today. He hid his face in his palms as he groaned in embarrassment. He took his hands off of his face and continued looking up at the ceiling.

He sat up immediately and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He went through his contact list in search for his therapist's number. He clicked on his contact information and blushed when he saw a picture of him smiling wide with his dimples showing.

Louis half smiled at the picture and started calling his number. He waited for a few minutes as the phone rang but there was no answer on the other line. His heart ached a bit so he threw his phone aside and laid on his back to look up at the ceiling with a frown on his face.

After a few minutes, he sat up and grabbed his phone again. He furrowed his brows for a moment as his thumb hovered over a certain number. He went back to his therapist's number and called again.

Louis waited and waited but there was still no answer. He smiled sadly to himself so he stood up and started walking around his room with his phone in his hand. He took a slow, deep breath and called the random number with no contact ID.

When he kept the phone in his ear, the random person picked up. He said, "Hey, it's, um, Louis. Do you wanna go grab some coffee?"

After a few moments, he replied again, "Alright, I will meet you there," and hung up. He kept his phone on charge and started undressing to take a shower.

When he got out of the shower, he dried his hair and looked through his closet. He wore his black lace panties with black skinny jeans and a beige jumper.

He had 3 missed calls from Harry.

He wore his shoes and was about to check his phone but his doorbell rang. He wore a beanie over his semi-dried hair and ran downstairs. He opened the door and it revealed a tall man with dark hair and light blue eyes.

"And here I thought you couldn't get any prettier."

Louis smiled at him politely and asked, "Shall we go, Derick?" and closed the door behind him when he stepped out of the house.

The man smirked and said, "We shall," and opened the car door for him.

Harry was parked a few feet away with his phone in his hands and a shocked, hurt expression on his face.