Clarity

After Harry forced me into a heated kiss he recluently pulled back and let the room service guy in. Once we had finished stuffing ourselves silly I got some pants on, then we packed our bags so we could check out.
The whole time I was pondering on an assortment of thoughts which included my fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up the whole 'I hate Mr. Styles' act any longer.
Even though I had always been exceptionally good at acting that was a play difficult to envision myself doing, but soon my mind was destracted from those thoughts in the mist of preparation for our homecoming.
Now once again as most of our days were, we were driving in the car, Harry blasting his music while I texted back my mum and Shailene.
Harry was driving in persuit of the hospital where Gemma had told us she'd meet us in half an hour, and the four of us would drive to the airport in the rental car.
Harry, his mum, and sister all seemed excited at this concept of them living together, and none had made any mention of the relative they were leaving behind.
Harry's dad.
I admit, even though I wouldn't be shouting my statement of concern anytime soon, that I was a little worried about Harry's dad infering with their departure. I found it a little odd that he had said nothing yet in protest against it, well at least not to my knowledge.
Actually come to think of it I doubt he had even been informed of them taking flight, so that could be the reason why we've had no issues with him yet. "Cheeky arse!" Harry then shouted, leaning his head out the window as he raised his middle finger, and I laughed.
"Hey that's my line!" I whined, relieved to see we were finally pulling off the driveway because there were less people on the road leading to the hospital parking lot, meaning there was less of a chance of Harry getting us killed.
Let's just say Romeo wasn't cut out for driving, even though his defense on the road was excellent.
"Well I'm borrowing it." He said, pulling his head back in with a grin. "Oh. Well then that'll be fifty dollars." I say, and he raises an eyebrow. "Whatever for?" He asked. "Copyright." I informed, holding out a hand and he groaned as he slapped an invisible bill in my hand.
"Here it is, plus interest." He said, shaking his head at me as I enclosed my fist and rested it on my lap. "Now that was cheeky." I say, crossing my legs on the dashboard as he turned into the hospital parking lot, causing my stomach to began to swirl with excitement.
It would be awesome having two new people to hang out with when I went to Harry's, not that Maddie wasn't sufficient enough, I was just a people person. I liked people, lots of people, where as Shailene would hiss at the sunlight, and Carson. Well.
"How is Gemma getting here?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Most likely a taxi, because the only car at that house is my dad's, unless she has one we don't know about." He shrugged, his face falling slightly at the mention of his sister.
"Oh." I simply say, sitting back in my seat and looking out my window as Harry zipped past another car and swerved into a parking space, causing the car to jolt a bit. "Now that's what I call driving!" He hooted, hitting the ceiling of the car, and I rolled my eyes.
"That's what I call a near death experiance." I mutter, even though it was hardly that. If Harry had struck that car it would be a situation of no more then dents. "Noooo." He whined, turning off the car, and slipping out before running over to my side and opening my door.
"Louis." He says, holding out a hand, one I slip mine into after unbuckling and he pulls me out of the car. "Why do you always get my door? You do know I can open it myself." I say, smiling at him as he kicked the door shut and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"I open it because I am a gentlemen." He said, sticking up his nose a bit as we walked inside. "A gentleman?!" I scoffed, almost laughing, and earning a smack over the head. "A gentleman, Mr. Tomlinson." He said curtly, hot and gross smelling hospital air blasting us when we stepped in.
"Well isn't that charming." I say sarcastically, smiling innocently at him and he shakes his head at me with a soft look. "I wonder what God's reaction was when he accidently made you." He said, and I frowned. "Accidently?" I asked, and he nodded.
"He put to much sass and a whole lot of ass." He snickers, earning his smack over the head. "I'm not sure if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." I say, both of us stopping at the front desk. "It's a compliment Mr. Tomlinson." He said, nodding at the front desk lady.
"I'm here to check out Mrs. Styles." He says, and the receptionist nods as she grabbed a clipbooard stuffed with paper work and a pen. "Just fill these out then sign them, and she's free to go." She says, making me laugh.
"Sounds like your releasing her from prison." I point out, and Harry shoots me a look. "A hospital can be one of the worst prison's in existant if you look close enough." He said, then we both were quiet as he filled out the paper work nessicary to release his mum from the hospital staff's clutches.
Once Harry had finished the paper work about a moment later he gave it back to the lady then kissed my head. "C'mon Louis, lets go get my mum and her stuff." He says, looping his arm back around me and guiding me over to the elevator, where we both stepped on quickly.
"Thank you for coming with me to see my mum, and thank you for the suggestion of me taking them to live with me." He says, pressing the button for the floor his mum was located on.
"No problem. I told you I wanted to come next time, and honestly I can't remember the last time I had a better trip." I admit, even though I had been to nicer places, making this small trip seem like nothing, there was something special about this trip, and with once glance at him I knew my Harry felt the same way.
"I almost didn't believe you quite honestly, I thought you were just trying to comfort my burdened mind." He shrugged, the elevator dinging before the door's opened and we both clasped hands as we stepped off, the gesture being all to familiar now.
"I hope your mum and sister will like Doncaster." I say, and he nods. "It means freedom in their vocabulary, I do believe they will. Hopefully though they will be able to pull themselves onto their feet soon." He says, making me frown a bit for I assumed he'd want them there as much as possible, but by his tone I could tell his thinking was a bit different then my theroy.
"I'm sure they'll have an easy time doing so." I say reassuringly as we walked into his mum's room, not bothering to knock. "Oh look! There's Larry Stylinson!" Harry's mum announced the instant we walked into the room, and a goofy grin smeared Harry's face.
"Hello to you to mum." He said, and then I noticed Gemma sitting in the chair next to her mum's bed, a bag in her lap as Harry's mum wrapped a scarf around her neck. "Hi Gemma." I said, smiling at her, and she grinned at me with one of those devious sister smiles I saw quite often.
"Hey Tomlinson, that color looks good on you." She compliments, then nods at Harry as she looks back down at the zipper of her bag.
"It does Louis. Actually you both are matching today, well sorta." Harry's mum giggled, picking up her phone and snapping a picture of us the instant Harry bent over to retrieve her bags.
"Mum!" He whined, slinging the bags over his shoulder, and I laughed. "Yes Mrs. Styles, we are wearing silimar attire today." I laughed, pulling out my phone myself to check the time, and she scoffed.
"Oh no Louis, call me Anne." She said waving her hand around as she slid off the bed, stretching then grabbing a small carry on bag. "I'll have to freshen up in the car I believe." She said, and Gemma rose to her feet.
"You look fine mum." She assured, and Harry kissed my temple. "Help me with the bags baby." He said, and I pushed his head away. "Nah." I said, shoving his head away and he pouted. "Help me or I'll take your phone and eat." He warned, and I gasped clutching my phone to my chest.
"Private property." I said, sticking out my tongue, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Oh?"
"Oh."
He then leaned foreward, "Your arse is going to be my private property later, Mr. Tomlinson." He growled, kissing my ear as I squirmed and Gemma rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, lets go. I'm eager to escape this hell hole." She groaned, and Harry pulled away from me with a sarcastic smile. "Of course honey." He said, and she flipped him off. Sassy sister. "If you want Gemma, I can take your bag?" I offered, snickering a bit as her middle finger went up.
"Of course. Thank you Louis." She said, handing me her bag, and gave me a smile as she stuck her tongue out at Harry, and he huffed. "C'mon, Louis. Lets go ahead of the girls and pack the car." He grumbled, sticking out his tongue back before smacking my bum and walking out of the room as I yelped.
"Hands off the throne." I say, following him out, and he wraps an arm around my neck with his free one. "And what is this throne you speak of?" He inquired, and I gestured to my bum.
"This. I sit on it everyday you know." I claim, making him laugh as we step onto the elevator, the girls following behind us quietly, his mum every so often snapping a picture.
"You sit on alot of things with that. Such as me." He shrugged, smirking, and I narrowed my eyes at him as his mum raised an eyebrow. "Making my creative jokes perverted now eh?" I asked, and he nodded. "Indefinately." I then held up my hand, waving it in his face.
"Smell my hand." I say, and he pushes it away. "No." "Please?" "Why?" I then smirked as I breathed on it. "Because I want to know how my breath smells." "Shut up Louis." He said, fighting the smile as he ruffled my hair, and I put my hand in Gemma's face.
"Smell my hand, and tell me what my breath is sented." I whined, and she sniffed it. "It smells devine Louis." She laughed, batting it away as the elevator opened and the four of us stepped off.
"Louis always smells devine." Harry says, looping that free arm around my waist, and kissing my cheek. "Harry." I whined, squirming as he did it again and again, not stopping his action until we walked outside.
"And the softest cheeks ever!" He cooed, tapping my other one prior to us stopping near the car, and once more we had to break contact so he could unlock the car for his mum and sister, and us so we could abandoned the bags in the vicinity of the trunk.
"Not as soft as your lips though." I say, standing on my tipy toes and pecking his lips as he popped the trunk open and we put in the bags.
"And rarely do I see such beautiful boys." He giggled, closing the trunk and pecking my lips again as he walked over to my door, and held it open for me.
"For my Cindelou." He says, bowing and I laugh as I kiss his head. "Your adorable." I compliment, and slip in before buckling up. Harry then shut my door and walked around the back and over to his own proir to slipping in and pulling out of the driveway once he had started the car.
"I think I'll need to start calling you Prince Harry." I teased, resting a hand shamelessly on his thigh as he drove. Since last night I had become much more comfortable with showing affection to Harry now, and saw no reason to contain it in front of his well informed family.
"Wouldn't that be nice Loubear." He said, placing a hand over mine and interlocking our fingers.
Gemma then groaned.
"Please cut it out with the fluff, you both are giving me a headache." She groaned, pretending to gag, and I stuck my tongue out at her in the rearveiw mirror as Harry scoffed, a frown appearing on his face.
"Your complaining about our fluff? If anyone should be complaining it should be me about that ex of your's James." He said, a bit harshly, and Gemma scoffed in response.
"At least we knew how to have a good time." She stated, and in that moment I felt a strong tension become vibrant in the air, one I hadn't detected before, and a bit of awkwardness as his mum played on her phone ignoring them, and I shifted a bit in my seat.
"You don't even know a quater of what me and Louis do. Trust me. We know how to have a good time." He countered, giving my hand a squeeze as embarassment flooded onto my cheeks, but I remained quiet, interested to see where this was going to go.
"I'm sure me and James did twice the amount, until you drove him away." She sneered, folding her arms over her chest. At that I knew immediately this wasn't just them play fighting, they were about to go at it.
Yet from Anne's reaction to their pronounced words, I assumed this was the norm between them. I guess Gemma was comfortable arguing with Harry in front of me? "I drove that no good arse away for a reason." Harry growled, pulling his hand away from mine so he could grip the steering wheel tightly.
"Your talking about a no good arse?! The woman you use to bring home were slutty as hell and you stayed with them because you wanted to feel loved." She said, venom coating her tone. "Well guess what Harold no one can love you the way you want to be loved!" She stated, and her mum gasped.
"Gemma!" She snapped, and immediately I began to rethink my good impression of Gemma, because that was a cruel thing to say. Especially considering had he depression, and he was her baby brother.
"What? It's true." She grumbled, and I decided to jump in as I twisted around in my seat, and showed her the ring. "I believe your argument is invalid, for we have matching promise rings." I state, huffing a bit as I twisted back around and Harry pursed his lips.
"Shut up Gemma. Louis loves me." he grumbled, gripping the steering wheel, and I saw that dull look begining to leak onto his features, and I patted his leg. "Harry is mine now and forever." I say, more to him then her, and he gives me a weak smile as she laughs the way the plastics did in Mean Girls.
"Why do you love him anyways?" She asked, and I turned to look at Harry with a sincere look.
"Because he's handsome. He's charming. He's an arse. He's romantic. He's protective. He's broken and needs healing. His laugh is contagious. His curls are perfection. His eyes can portray any emotion he allows them to, and overall he's mine. He's my soul mate, and I can't live with out him. Not now. Not ever." I say sincerely, then look back at Gemma with a sympathetic smile.
"Look Gemma I know you've been through hell to, but please don't take it out on Harry. He doesn't deserve anymore bad treatment. You will find your other half someday to, and it might just happen out of the blue." I assured her, as she gave me a weird look and then Harry swerved off the highway and to the side with a screech.
"Fucking hell I love you." He said, unbuckling himself and leaning over the seats before grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine, in a kiss I wasn't ashamed of Gemma and her mum seeing.
"Larry moment!" His mum squealed, as she took pictures, but all I could concentrate on was my boyfriend's lips.

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