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POV: Louis
In this world, there are many classifications such as general population (often called Gen), Submissive, Dominate, or Little. Submissive are normal with no subgroups, but Dominates had one subgroup. That group was called Daddy Doms (DD). They are in charge of taking care of Littles and they are assigned after they register when they are 18. Only one person in the couple has to register if they get married, but must list their spouse on the paperwork. Harry and Liam registered like they suppose to, but when Liam registered he notified that he didn’t need a little since he married Harry and Harry had already received a Little’s name. The name of the little they got was Louis Tomlinson, me.
Even though most classifications are excited to get a match, Littles was the one group that had the most difficulty of getting them to register. When Littles are young, teachers and other classifications like to tell them horror stories that aren’t true, to scare the Littles and make them fear their 18th birthday when they have to register. These stories scary Littles to the point that they try to hide their classification from everyone. Most Littles even hate themselves, and try to pretend that they are Gens. This is what I did and I did it well.
Since Littles have to register at 18, there is a black-market for illegal forging of classification documentation. Littles, sometimes parents that are ashamed of having a Little, will pay people to get them new documents changing their status from Little to Gen. This is what my mom did a few days after I was given the classification of a Little. They get these papers because after they register they are taken into custody. Littles have to be taken care of all their lives and are not allowed to live by themselves. It scares most Littles of not having a familiar parental person taking care of them and so all they think of is either hide or run. This is what I did and I got away for a while. They system has seen many cases of this, including me. The government had even developed a special task force that only worked on finding lost and runaway Littles. They looked at all documents to see if they are forged and then they also tracked down abusive parents or caregivers. I’m considered to be the most advanced case they have ever seen. I managed to escape the system for several years. It took the system two years to track me down once the forgery artist that my mom used confessed after being caught. He gave me up with the promise of no long sentence.The system ended up agreeing on making a deal with him; if he told them of every little he helped they wouldn’t give him life in prison. Since the forgery artist gave my name up, the parents that matched were notified and told that I was on the run. The social worker that worked for the system called Liam and Harry and told them that they looking for me and that they could go to bring me home when they got a location. First they had to find me.
Several years later:
I was walking home when I felt a presence of someone following me. I looked behind and saw that two good-looking guys were following me and they looked pretty rich. They tried to cover it up with handholding and kissing each other, which didn’t work. It brought back memories I would like to forget and that brought me back to the fact that I don’t like social interactions and people touching me since my childhood was very abusive. I was born on December 24, 1991 and was classified as a Little. I was supposed to register at my 18th birthday and get put up for adoption if I was classified as a Little. My mother didn’t like the idea of having to care for me as a Little, so she went through some shady contacts and got documents that changed my classification as a Gen. Gens are a classifications which have no need for a Dominate, Submissive, and didn’t need anything. Gens stood for General and were considered regular people. They had no need for finding a match.
I knew that if anyone found the original documents and traced them back to me, I would be taken into custody since the system notified Dominate Daddies or Mommies that they found their Little. I knew they would try to come and get me since I didn’t register and I am now the age of 22.
I am freaking out because I don’t know how the system found me. They almost always send Daddies or Mommies out to find the Littles since they know how to calm them and take care of them.
I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of: I ran. I ran literally toward anywhere that would keep me away from them. I ran and then I heard footsteps behind me getting louder. That just made me scared and frightened. I ran faster.
I heard a voice start talking, “Louis, its okay. We will take care of you. You’ll be okay. We found you and we will love you. I know you’re scared and think you’re big and can take care of yourself, but you need help. Please, stop running.” The voice pleaded with me.
“I can’t. I need to leave. Leave me alone,” I said to the men hoping that they would go away. Too bad my brain didn't think about that.
“We can’t do that and you know it. We know that your mom shunned you and make illegal papers for you. The guy felt bad for you and thought you deserved better. He just confessed five days ago and we just figured out where you were living,” said the long-haired man.
“You’re wrong! I was classified as Gen and you got the wrong guy,” I yelled as I started to speed walk toward the apartment building I lived in.
“We’re right and you know it. You are Louis Tomlinson and you have been hiding in secret for over 4 years,” said the other dude, which looked like he could charm his way through anything.
I started to get kind of emotional, so I ran to apartment. I heard them following me, so I ran faster. I got to my door and got it open before one of them could grab me. I locked the door and started packing, so I could make a fast escape.
“Louis, please open the door. You’ll feel better once you get to be the right headspace and biological needs are met,” said the charming one.
“No,” I yelled through the door. I didn’t want anything to do with them. I just wanted life to be the way it has been. Like I thought it was suppose to be.
“Would you feel better if we told you are names? My name is Harry Styles and the other guys name is Liam Payne. We are your Daddies and love you very much. We have been waiting for you for a couple of years now,” said Harry, the long-haired man.
Harry had raced after me, but I closed the door before he could reach me. I knew that if he would have gotten a hold of me, I would be done and this would all be over. Both of them were outside my deadbolted door and I knew it was only going to be a short time before they broke through. The guy who said his name was Harry keeps pleading with me that everything was going to be okay, but I am still too scared to do anything they say. I have too much of bad memories and horror stories in my head that I heard that keep me from wanting to let go and be my biological classification.
“Babe, we need to get the landlord and have him let us in. He needs his Daddies and he will try to escape if we don’t hurry,” I heard Harry say to Liam and that made me realized that the laws for Daddies weren’t fair. I believed that they shouldn’t be allowed to get in my room even if they deemed me a “Little”.
Liam replied, “I know, baby. I’m going to go get the keys and we are going to get our boy and he’ll be alright.”
Harry waited by the door and listened to anything that would let him know if I was trying to make a run for it. He didn’t hear anything but I was talking out loud, repeating ‘no, no, no’ over and over again.
Harry decided that he need to keep me talking and asked, “What can I do to make this better, Louis”
I screamed, “Nothing. I just want to be alone and everything goes back to normal.”
“I’m sorry, Love. We will try and make the transition better. We love you dearly and nothing you say or do will ever change that,” Harry said to me passionately. I started to think that maybe they love me, but it’s still too soon and I don’t want to get hurt. I have been hurt by to many people to trust them.
Liam came back and had the key in his hand. By law, all landlord or attendants had to provide keys to Mommies or Daddies if the Littles wouldn’t let them in. It was created because of the fact that there was an incident that could have been prevented. A little didn’t want to be taken and locked himself in his apartment. They tried to coach the little out, but it didn’t work. This went on for weeks and they eventually tried to break the door down, but it didn’t give. The little eventually died of poisoning because he didn’t feed himself correctly because he was trying to stay away from the daddies. He mistaken cereal for rat poison, and died a painful death. Ever since that happen it was mandated that landlords or attendants had to have keys available for Daddies or Mommies to retrieve their child.
Liam and Harry took the keys and opened the door. They entered and I looked at them in disbelief. I took off toward my bedroom and yelled, ‘go away’. I didn’t want this to be happening. I thought I acted like Gen enough to never be discovered. I cursed the guy and his heart for turning me in. He ruined my life.
Liam ran toward me and grabbed me around my waist. I almost made it to the bedroom, but he grabbed me and pushed me against his chest.
I yelling repeatedly, “Let me go.”
He leaned close to my ear and rocked us back and forth and said, “Its okay, Papa and Daddy loves you.”
Harry reached over and rubbed his hands up and down my legs in a calming gesture. I am still struggling against him, but as he was custom to Littles through a fit. Daddies are custom to being able to withstand a tantrum of a Little, they are taught how to handle a fit in school.
I am still crying and struggling, but eventually I passed out against his chest, out of exhaustion. They decided to pick me up and they made their way out the building and down the street. They own a Chevy Transverse and it has many safety features, which is the first thing Daddies and Mommies look for in getting a car which a Little would be riding in.
Liam carried me over to the car and places me in the carseat so that I wouldn’t be able to get out of even if I tried. It is required by law that when you receive a Little that you have to go to the hospital to get all their shots and have a medical examination. They made this rule to help the Littles transition easier into their designated lifestyle they need in order to not have a mental breakdown.
“Harry, Babe, we have to head over to the hospital,” Liam said to my husband. They had gotten married after both of them were tested as Daddies and new they loved each other and wanted a Little together.
“I know. I just hope it goes well and we can get him into the right age that his body needs. I want him to be able to let go and get all the love he needs soon,” Harry said.
Harry got into the driver seat and they drove to the Little’s Hospital. They arrived and Harry held me on his lap as they waited for the doctor to call us back.