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“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about this? You promised me, Louis. No smoking. We made a deal! I cook and you’re clean. I know it was kind of a joke, but really Louis? And to not even tell me. Like you were just going to keep this all behind my back. Would you have ever told me if that video never got posted? Or would you have just kept me in the dark. Your fiancé, need I remind you. Fucking hell Lou, I’m so disappointed,” Harry finishes with a sigh. He has to look away from Louis. Knows if he continues looking, in search of answer, that he won’t like what he’ll see.
“Haz, I’m sorry. It’s just – it’s harder to give up than you think. You knew it would be hard for me. And it’s not like I can come talk to you about it, because you’ll just get mad at me for doing it to begin with.”
Harry quickly cuts him off with a glare. “I’d get mad at you? No, you don’t get to make me the bad guy here. I did nothing wrong. I am your partner, Louis. That means I love you, that I am here for you, through the ups and downs, in sickness and in health. For you to say to my face that I would get mad at you for this is ridiculous. Stop acting like a child and take responsibility for your actions. You’re twenty two! You’re twenty two, and having your management release a statement for you. You have a twitter, you can make a press conference happen. There are millions of people who look up to you Louis. And you are crying home to management so they can deal with it.”
“Zayn’s not eith-” Louis begins, but is quickly cut off again by Harry.
“Zayn,” Harry says harshly, “is not getting off easily either. Perrie and I had a conversation earlier about this. It seems she is just as disappointed as I am. Not shockingly so, I must add. Also, again, your TWENTY TWO,” Harry repeats, raising his voice now. “You don’t need your younger band mate to make any of the above happen. For God’s sake Louis, you’re the oldest. Stop acting like a child. In fact I want you to go wait upstairs for me. Make sure to strip down first and sit patiently on the bed, baby,” Harry says, maybe putting a little too much emphasis on the word. “Go sit down and wait while the adult in this relationship handles your messes.
“Harry,” Louis begins, actually afraid of what is about to happen. He has never seen Harry this mad. Not when the press makes him the punch line of their article, or when a girl makes up some awful story about him. No, Louis has seen him get angry before, but he has never seen him this furious, and especially not at himself. “What-”
“Louis, I’m completely serious right now. You march yourself up to our room and wait, like a good little boy, I can’t even look at you right now, I’m that disappointed in you. Drugs Louis. Before a goddamned show.” Harry says in an ice cold, calm voice.
“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” Louis says, the first tear making its way out of his eye.
“No, Louis, no, I’m not going to leave you. Not in that way at least, I may have to go to headquarters for a little bit, but I’m not going to break up with you,” Harry says sincerely, finally taking pity on his fiancé. “Now go upstairs.”
Louis is crying in earnest as he makes his way upstairs to wait patiently on the bed for Harry. Harry sighs as he watches him go. He slides his coat off. Having started yelling as soon as he entered their flat. He walks to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, taking a couple sips to calm himself down. He checks his phone to see if the unavoidable call from their management has come yet. It hasn’t. So Harry decides to take it upon himself and call them instead, knowing the other boys would not have done so yet.
“Hello,” the receptionist greets when Harry’s call goes through. “This is Modest! how may I help you?”
“Hey Liz,” Harry says, remembering the voice from previous exchanges. “This is Harry Styles, can you put me through to Richard please?”
“Oh, hello, sir. I was actually just about to add you in to the call from them.” Liz says, in reference of Richard and Harry, their managers.
“Harry, how are you?” Richard begins, getting the small talk out of the way quickly, so they can move on to the more pressing matters. “Great, great,” He continues, not even bothering for a reply. Harry, for once, doesn’t blame them, as he too, is waiting for what the next step is.
“How bad is it?” Harry questions.
“Well, it’s definitely not good. Probably one of the worse things we had to deal with. I’m sure you’ve seen some of the fans reactions on twitter. Nothing too terrible. It seems, there is less of a problem with the drugs, than there is with the choice of words they use in the video.” Which – yeah – Harry had seen the video, agrees with the fans to a degree. The things they talk about was worse than the drug parts of it overall. That doesn’t excuse the drug thing though. Not really, not to Harry. He promised.
“We decided, we would hold a press conference tomorrow. All of you will attend. Therefore, we can try to take off the attention from just the two of them. After some questions are answered by the two, we can then move in a direction that will promote some of the charity work Niall just did. Anyways, besides that, we figured we would have Louis and Zayn tweet out an apology. I know we’ve told them to hold off. That actually will be for the better, have people calm down, before they answer for their actions.”
“Yeah, alright,” Harry agrees quickly, knows not to disagree with them when the band does anything stupid.
“Nothing tonight though, we’re calling you all in for a meeting tomorrow morning at seven, before you have your press conference that is scheduled at noon. Things will be discussed in further detail then, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you for calling Harry, I assume you will be able to pass this information on to Louis…?” They ask, knowing their relationship.
“Oh, he’ll get it. Loud and clear. No worries there.” Harry says, apparently with enough coolness in his voice that they don’t even make some smartass comment about not telling him while they are having sex. “I have some things to attend to now, I’ll see you – we will see you tomorrow,” Harry corrects quickly, “G’bye.”
After he hangs up the phone, Harry moves into the kitchen. He decides to make casserole for dinner, knowing he will be able to just leave it in the oven for an hour, while he goes and takes care of Louis. He puts the oven at two hundred degrees Celsius. He’s quick to cut up the chicken in small, bite size pieces. Doing the same with carrots and celery. After he’s done with the prep work, he throws the carrots, celery, chicken, noodles, and a can of cream of chicken soup all into a glass dish. He puts a lid on the dish and is putting it into the oven as soon as it beeps signaling that the oven is warm enough.
After he sets the oven for an hour and fifteen minutes, he is quick to take a flannel to the counters. Wiping up some drops from the can of soup as well as scooping up the carrots and celery that were able to escape from the cutting board into his hand. After he has finished cleaning off the counters, he goes to put the cutting board in the sink. He washes his hands, knowing he just dealt with raw chicken.
Harry was going to originally go upstairs to Louis now, but decides he’ll keep him waiting just a bit longer while he washes the few dishes in the sink and sets the table. Once he deems everything acceptable – ready for them to just walk down and eat afterwards – he makes his way upstairs.
He finds Louis sitting on the bed waiting patiently, with his head in his hands, looking down at the floor. As soon as he Harry’s footsteps, his head snaps up to where Harry is waiting in the doorway, just staring at him. His arms are folded over his chest, a sad look on his face.
“We have a meeting with Modest! tomorrow. Seven. From there, we are all going to a press conference at noon, where you will answer some questions. Also, you will need to apologize on twitter. Not tonight though. We’ll all talk about it during tomorrow’s meeting. Now, as for tonight,” Harry says, finally stepping into room. He slowly lowers his hands so their balled into fists by his side. “You are going to get a sound spanking Louis, for behaving like such a child today,” Harry begins, not even bothering with beating around the bush. “You are going to get fifty, ten for each minute of the video. That seems fair, doesn’t it Louis?”
“Is that really necessary?” Louis questions. Louis can’t remember the last time he was spanked. Probably when he was eleven and brought a frog into his house, scaring his, then, four your old sister, Charlotte. “I know what I did was wrong, I’m sorry, but a spanking? I haven’t gotten one since I was a kid.
“Precisely what you are acting like now,” Harry states, moving so he is sitting on the bed. “Now, lay across my lap and take this punishment like the adult I know you can be.” Louis hesitates, so Harry reaches across and pulls him across his lap. His bum is up in the air, right in front of Harry, while the rest of his body is stretched out on either side of Harry’s legs, resting on the bed.
“Just to be clear Louis, this punishment is not for the drugs or the disrespectful things you said during the video. You will take care of that tomorrow. No, this is because you went behind my back, after you made me a promise. This is because you tried to blame this on me. We are engaged Louis, we don’t keep things from each other.”
With that being said, Harry brings his hand down quickly on Louis’ already bare ass. “One,” Louis says, without being prompted. Harry wasn’t really expecting that, but he wasn’t going to stop him now. Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap. Harry alternates between the left and right cheeks, making sure both sides are getting an even distribution. Harry is fascinated by the red colour that is becoming of this. Not wanting to be distracted, Harry continues his assault quickly. Once he is half way through, Harry says, “Do you want to take a break baby?”
Normally, Louis loves being called baby, suddenly, the word has begun to take on a new meaning. “I just want it over with,” Louis chokes out. Harry hadn’t even realized he was crying. Harry begins to take pity on Louis.
“Alright, how about this, we’ll do just ten more, but then you have to stand in the corner like a good little boy, and think about what you have done. You will stay like that until dinner is ready.”
“Okay,” Louis sniffles, glad he only has to go to thirty five and not fifty. Harry lets him calm down for a minute, before he continues with the last ten. Without warning, Harry brings down his hand. Ten quick slaps, alternating cheeks still, while Louis is writhing beneath him. Harry lifts his arm up from Louis waist, which he had to put there to keep Louis from rolling off him, and begins to lift Louis off of his lap. He stands them both up, and Harry wraps Louis up into his arms, careful not to touch his bum.
“Alright, love, you handled that very well. Now, why don’t you lie on the bed for a quick minute on your tummy, while I go get some lotion to rub into back side? Louis can only nod and do as he is told. Harry steps into their bathroom and pulls out the lotion they keep in the top drawer. He steps back into their bedroom. Louis is laying on the bed with his right ear pressed to the side. He has is eyes closed, but Harry can still tell he has stopped crying. That’s good at least.
Harry sits on the bed and squirts some lotion into his hands. He rubs soothing circles into Louis’ bum. Making sure to reach every spot. The coolness feels good against Louis’ burning skin, so he quietly relaxes into the bed. Harry finishes quickly and stands up again. “Alright, up you get. Go face that corner and don’t you dare think about moving until I come up and get you when dinner is ready.
Louis nods and begins standing up. Before Harry can walk out of the room, however, Louis quietly says, “I really am sorry Harry. For hiding it from you, and for accusing you of stupid things.” Harry nods once and is leaving the room to go and check on the casserole, but not before turning around to make sure that Louis is, indeed, facing the corner. The casserole only has seven minutes left on the clock. Harry decides to use that time to make a grocery list for tomorrow.
Once the oven beeps, signaling that the food is done, Harry is quick to take it out of the oven and dish it out on to two plates. He cleans out the glass dish it was cooking in and puts it on the drying rack next to the sink. He sets both plates on the table and fills to glasses up with some red wine before he goes back up and gets Louis.
He’s standing right where he left him, and Harry knows, without even needing to ask, that Louis stayed exactly where he was supposed to be. Harry tells him to get dressed and come downstairs when he is ready. Five minutes later, Louis is coming down the stairs in his grey sweat pants and one of Harry’s white tee shirts.
Harry is already sitting, waiting at the table for Louis. He gives a small smile to his plate when Louis winces as he sits. Yeah, he’ll be feeling that one for a couple of days, he's a little proud of himself. “Now, are you ready to be a grown up and talk about this?”
Louis just nods his head and picks up his fork. He takes a bite of the casserole, dreading the impending conversation.