[Harry]

We pull up in front of a huge restaurant. Even though my family is rich, I haven't been to a restaurant this big and expensive ever before. It looks like a palace for crying out loud. I hear Louis clear his throat and I blush.

"Are you gonna admire it all from here all night or shall we get in?" He asks and I nod, letting him take my hand in his small one.

We walk up to the entrance and a well dressed woman comes over to us. She smiles at me politely before looking at Louis with pure horror in her eyes.

"Uh..Reservation under Tomlinson?" She asks with a smile, but I could see her shaking. Louis nods at her and she leads us to a table.

Louis pulled the chair for me and I smile at the gesture, "What a gentleman" I whisper underneath my breath, but he hears it.

"I'm not. But for you, Baby Dimples, I can always try." He smiles as he a seat himself.

"She was terrified of you tho." I say referring to the lady and Louis looks towards the way she had sprinted to before looking back at the table.

"She should be." He says with a blank face. "I'm a Tomlinson after all."

"Right..." I say, eyeing him as I pick up the glass of water and bring it to my lips.

"Hello, My name is Stan and I'll be your waiter tonight. What can I get you both gentlemen?"

I choke on my water at the name and start coughing violently. Sure, this young waiter has nothing to do with it, but his name reminds me of Stan Lucas, the reason I don't have Gemma with me anymore.

"You okay, Dumpling?" Louis asks in a worried tone, his face showing nothing but concern.

"Yeah...just..his name..I'm sorry." I say to Louis and look up at the waiter for a moment to see him looking at me with concern and confusion.

"Well, Stan, can we get another waiter, who goes by a name that my kitten here can stan and not get triggered by?" Louis asks to the waiter, more like demands him.

"Uh..yeah sure..." Stan let out a nervous chuckle and leaves.

"You didn't have to do that.." I tell Louis, feeling bad for the waiter.

"I did." He simply states and u shake my head a little.

Another waiter comes by our table, whose name is Tyler. He brings us red wine and Louis orders some Italian dish which I honestly don't know how to pronounce. The whole time, I feel Tyler's eyes on me, checking me out. I wonder if her knows who Louis Tomlinson is or at that I'm on a date here. I decide to ignore it, it was an everyday thing now, but not everyone has the tolerance, you know.

"What else can I get you, Sir?" Tyler asks Louis, but still glancing at me.

"Another waiter who won't be eye-fucking my doll here." Louis says in an intimidating tone.

Tyler seems taken aback by Louis' bluntness and mutters a 'sorry' before going away. Hell yeah! Serves you right, bitch. I shouldn't be laughing at this but, I can't help it, we're getting third waiter of the evening. A waitress this time. Louis sees me chuckling to myself and smiles at me before blowing a kiss.

Maybe it's the wine or the waitress' name, which is Louise by the way, that causes me to become a giggling idiot the whole dinner. And the fact that when she tried flirting with Louis, he told her he was gay, didn't help either.

"Lou, imagine you marrying her, she would become 'Louise Louis Tomlinson'." I howl with laughter as we walk to the parking lot.

"Sounds good." He says with a shrug and I stop walking or you can say freeze dead on my track, but he keeps walking and walks past me.

"Sounds good?" I ask and he hums. Narrowing my eyes, I spin him by his shoulder so that now he's facing me and look dead in his eyes and I speak.

"Harry Louis Tomlinson, sounds better." I say challengingly.

"It does." He says and connects our lips. He is about to pull away after a peck, but I take a hold of his collar and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. He chuckles against my lips but obliges and gives me a good make out session until I'm satisfied and pull away myself.

"Alright, my angry little kitten, we need to get you home before your lawyer parents file some more charges against me." He jokes, but there is a hint of seriousness in his voice.

As we pulls up at my house, Louis looks at me and smiles. "There you go princess."

"Well..I dont want to get out from this door." I say pointing towards the passenger side door.

"But when you sit on the passenger side, you gotta get out of that door." He points out.

"But that's so usual and ordinary and boring. Everyone does that. I don't wanna be boring. Cause nobody cares when you're boring." I whine like a child.

"Well then, how about you jump out of the window?" He says, trying to hold back his laugh.

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! What if I die doing so?" I ask seriously.

"Love, we aren't in an airplane. It's a car window. You're not gonna die, Sweetheart." His laugh echos in the car and I pout further.

"No! No window. I wanna get out of that door." I say motioning towards the driver's side door. He looks at me confused but then sighs, giving in.

I cheer before crawling to the driver side, on Louis' lap. I ms about to open the door when Louis just..

"Fuck!" He says under his breath. I look at him, but he has his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth.

It takes me a minute to realize that I had accidently rubbed at his crotch, which causes me to widen my eyes and blush. I smirk before pulling my hand back from the door handle and rolling up the window, which were tinted black by the way.

I position myself on Louis' lap, straddling him and I lean down, letting my teeth take a hold on his bottom lip, making him release it from his own hold. His eyes shoot open at that, but then he instantly clench them shut as he kisses me back when I crash my lips on his. I pull him close by the back of his neck and start rubbing our crotches together, slowly in a teasing way.

"Fuck, Princess! Will you go a little faster for me?" He breaths out as I attack the skin of his jaw, making sure to leave marks there.

"Yes, Daddy, I will." I say and I go faster. "F-fuck, d-daddy.." I moan in his ear and nibble on his earlobe.

"Ye-yess, b-baby.." He groans and squeezes at my ass roughly. I throw my head back in my kinky pleasure, giving Louis the access to my neck. He started sucking and biting my neck harshly, with no mercy, while squeezing and slapping my ass roughly and giving my dick so much friction. It's all a lot  for me at a time.

"D-daddy...go-gonna.." I constantly cut myself off with my own moans. That's when I realise that Louis is moaning too, as loud as me. The car is probably shaking. The windows are all fogged up. The air is fucking hot in here and we a moaning mess.

"Come for me, baby. Be a good boy for Daddy." He says, and those hot words were enough for me to spill it all in my pants. We both come at the same time. He, with a scream of "Fuck, princess!". And I, with "Daddy!" Obviously.

We both just sit still, breathing heavily on each other's faces. It's not the craziest thing that we both just dry humped and had an orgasm in the car. No, the craziest thing is that the car is parked right in front of my house.

I look at Louis in the eyes and maybe he is thinking the same thing, because he starts laughing. I do too.

"Kinky little bastard." He grins.

"Bastard?!" I pout.

"My bastard." He states seriously.

"Your bastard?" I ask, mocking him.

"Mine." He growls, biting my jaw harshly.

"Lou.." I moan at the pain.

"MINE!" He growls louder, holding my neck roughly.

"Y-yours." I promise and pull him by his collar to kiss him.

"Only mine, Harry. Only Mine." He says against my lips.

"Only yours."

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I know it's not smut, but it is something (Because they had an orgasm bitch). And that SOMETHING is hard to write when you are a single carrot and look like a kiwi.

Anyway... Thoughts on this chapter?

My exams are coming (coming..😏). So I told my mum to not disturb me cuz I'm studying, as i have study material on my phone. And that's when I wrote this chapter.

I wanted to write smut but then I thought it's too early for them to fuck ; pardon my language.

So I live in India and I can't watch The Late Late show but I watched the videos. I was laughing my ass off when James reminded Lou of the cat moment.

And then I was crying about how embarrassed Louis is about his old self.

I mean lou, we loved when you were loud, funny, wore glasses, wore braces/suspenders, those red pants and striped shirts. We loved it when you did things to make yourself happy, not others.

Okay now I'm ugly crying. I can't cry in a cool way. When I cry, it has to be ugly.

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