HARRY’S P.O.V.


“Shit, Harry! You’re totally fucking him, aren’t you?”

What? How the hell is that the first thing that runs through Gemma’s mind when she meets Louis.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Harry, I’m not stupid. I’ve had my instincts about your... preferences, but now it’s just obvious. Why else would you be with some handsome thirty-year old man here in London? You’re fucking him!”

I glance at Louis as his jaw drops in shock. This is bad. So bad.

“Gemma that’s a pretty extreme assumption,” I feel as though I have no other option but to get defensive, “Besides, the only reason either of us is here is because you felt like being a selfish bitch-“

Maybe that was too far. I have to turn the attention away from myself, though.

“Excuse me? I can do whatever the fuck I want. I’m twenty-one! No one asked you to come
rescue me.”

“Ashton did! You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself. So, since you decided to have a little
pity party without even letting your boyfriend finish speaking, I had to come make sure you were
okay. Now that I know you are, though, I think we should leave.”

“Like hell you’re leaving! Sit down!”

She has some nerve. I’m already covering for her since mum asked her to stay with me.

“Sit down? Hell no! C’mon, Lou.”

Louis has been standing ever since the conversation became heated and he’s now standing at my side. I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers tightly so that he doesn’t try to pull away.

“Harry Edward, stop right there!”

I turn around in a flash, pulling Louis along with me.

“No! You’re not mum and you have no room to tell me what to do while you’ve already snuck off to
London to shag your boyfriend.”

“Really? You think that this is on the same level? Harry, what you’re doing is illegal! You can’t
have even known him long! He could be dangerous for all you know!”

Louis pulls his hand away from mine and takes a step toward my fuming sister.

“I’m right here, ya know? I get your concern, but you’re still making a lot of harsh assumptions.
Maybe you shouldn’t treat him like a child and let him speak for himself. I have a daughter his age, so it’s a pretty sick thought in the first place.”

And that’s when my heart drops. Those last words. The thought of us sickens him. Hell, I know we can’t just flat-out tell my older sister that we have some sort of romantic relationship, but those words sting unlike anything else.

“I-uh-I’m sorry; I guess I just thought you were some perv. Is that how you know one another? Through your daughter?”

Louis nods before I can say anything and turns to me, giving me a pleading look that begs for me
to ‘just go with it’.

“Uh- yeah, his daughter is in a couple of my classes.”

I can’t bring myself to sound overly convincing. My head is hung low in disappointment while
Gemma calms down some.

“Well, okay. It’s still a bit strange for you to be spending time together.”

I shrug, unable to think of an excuse or rebuttal. However, Louis seems to have some ideas.

“Well, I know that your dad hasn’t been present much, so I felt like Harry could use somewhat of a
fatherly influence.”

Fatherly? This is only getting more fucked up by the minute while Gemma seems to think the
exact opposite.

“That’s actually really nice of you. Mum would be thrilled. Harry doesn’t seem to get on
exceptionally well with Robin and he’s like the only other man in our lives. Harry, you should bring him over when mum get’s back.”

I roll my eyes, because this is just too much for me to handle. I agree subtly and shove my hands in my pockets. If he can lie this easily to Gemma, who’s to say he isn’t just stringing me along like some little puppet?

“Well, it’s late and we should get going. You should go let Ashton know you’re here, too.”

The initial relief that came from Gemma’s return is gone now and I’d just like to get the impending awkward car ride over with.

“Alright, H. Sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

I shrug and give her a brief hug which Louis follows with a handshake.

“It was nice to meet you, Gemma.”

“You too, Louis. Drive safe and take care of my brother.”

I begin walking to the door, feeling physically nauseous from their conversation.

“I’d never let anything happen to him.”

Bullshit.


___________



“Harry, for the last god-damned time. What’s wrong?”

This has been going on for the last hour; Louis asking me what’s wrong and me not saying a word. I haven’t spoken since we were in Ashton’s flat.

“Are you fucking kidding?”

I surprise myself by how loud my voice is.

Louis keeps his focus on the highway and is at a loss for words.

“I... You said that you were like a father to me. What the hell was that?”

He scoffs and pulls off of the nearest exit. We’re nowhere near home and I’m not sure what town this is.

“That’s what this is about? You’re mad that I covered our asses? What? Should I have just told your older sister, ‘oh, yeah, me and Harry are a thing. We’re practically dating. Oh, and I sucked his dick last night!’ Yeah, that would have gone over well.”

We’re in a deserted car park and it’s extremely dark.

“I get that! But, where the fuck did that lie come from? It’s so random and weird! Besides, you said it was a 'sick thought'. You said that about us!”

Louis jerks the car into park and throws his hands in the air.

“It worked, Harry! It was a lie and it worked! That’s all that matters! You and I both know it isn’t true, so who cares what other people think! It was a good lie and you should just take it for that, okay? I’m a lawyer; I’m good at this shit.”

His tone becomes calmer and calmer as he speaks, but he’s still upset; as am I.

“That’s what scares me.”

“What?”

I can’t tell if he didn’t hear me or if he wants an explanation.

“That’s what scares me! You’re good at lying. What if you’re lying to me?”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and twists his body to face me from the driver’s seat.

“Lying to you about what?”

His voice is soft now, eyes full of concern.

“What if you don’t actually like me?”

He coos and leans over, holding my face between his hands and forcing me to look at him.

“Harry... If I didn’t like you, there’s no way in hell I’d be risking everything to be with you. I like you so much that I hardly know you and I’m willing to drop everything and take you to London. Don’t you think it ran through my mind that your sister might find it strange that we were there together? Harry, I really like you and I can’t wait to get to know you and like you more.”
I small tear escapes and Louis wipes it away with his thumb before I can.

“I’m sorry; I guess I shouldn’t have been mad. I’m just worried that you’re going to realize that you can do so much better than me, Louis. I mean, what if I’m just the kid who makes you realize you like guys and then you meet some hot executive of legal age? Like, yeah, I want to hook up with you and if that’s all I can get, then so be it. But, I really think I want more. I want to be with you on a different level. I want to try, at least. I want this to mean something-“

“It does, Harry. It already means something.”

Then, I can’t take our close proximity any longer without acting on it. I reach forward and grip the
sides of his shirt tightly, crashing my lips into his. It’s raw, passionate, and lustful as his tongue glides across my teeth. I try to take a deep breath and all I breathe in is Louis. And that’s okay.
Louis’ hands trail from my face down to my chest and quickly to my trousers. He rests one palm on my hip and uses the other to press against the growing bulge that’s making my pants painfully tight.

“C’mon. Let’s get you home and I’ll take care of this little problem.”

I grin and sit back in my seat so that he can drive off.

“Heeeeey, it’s not little.”

Louis chuckles and puts his seatbelt back on, patting my thigh and leaving his hand there.

“Alright, babe. You’re right. I’ll take care of this big problem, then.”

I stick my tongue out and rest my hand on his, covering his smaller one easily. I’ve already forgotten why I was so mad.



EMMA’S P.O.V.


I’m curled up beside Zayn, my head resting on the middle of his chest as the movie plays. I’m impossibly still because maybe he’ll stay if he thinks I’m asleep. I feel so comfortable here with him.

“Em?”

He’s whispering and I shut my eyes in case he looks at me.

“Are you sleeping?”

I try to steady my breathing so that it doesn’t become erratic as he brushes a few strands of my
hair aside. That’s usually what happens when he touches me.

“Guess so.”

Then, he does exactly what I don’t want him to do. He begins to carefully pull my body away from
his, laying my limbs softly on the mattress next to him.
I internally whine, but I can’t expose myself now. He’ll know that I’ve been awake the entire time. Instead, I roll over and curl up against the pillow he had occupied. It smells like him.

“Goodnight, Emma.”

He leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin for much longer
than a friendly peck. He pulls away and traces the outline of my cheek with his fingertips.

“I love you,” he pulls his hand away and begins to walk toward the door with a small sniffle, “more than I can even understand.”

Notes

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