Louis had climbed off of Harry’s lap the second he said that he loved him.
“W-what are you doing?” Harry stuttered
“Drive me home. Now.” Something warmed Harrys heart as he said home, but then he quickly realized Louis was upset. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“I’m so sorry.” Harry looked at Louis with true remorse as he began driving home. Louis was staring out the window and he didn’t even turn to look at Harry.
Harry was trying his best to pull up in his driveway with his blurred vision. Louis jumped out of the car before Harry even got that damn thing parked, and he ran inside and slammed the door.
Gemma looked up from her phone and noticed him crying
“Woah! What happened?”
“I believe you now.” Louis huffed and sank down against the slammed door, but Gemma quickly pushed him aside and ran out the door to where her brother was sobbing in the car. She opened the door and pulled him out of the car and hugged him
“I m-messed it up Gemma. I t-told him I love him! I’m so stupid!!”
“You are not stupid. He loves you too! He told me!” Harry shook his head and stomped up to the door, but it was opened for him by a young boy, peering around the edge, before tackling Harry.
And then Louis kissed Harry.
Slow and passionate, with Harry caressing Louis’ face and Louis holding Harry close to him. Neither of them wanting it to end, neither wanting to test the boundaries.
“I love you too.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes. I do. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before.”
“It’s okay Lou.” Harry gently kissed his nose.
“Well, now that you two got that taken care of, I’d like to talk to you Harry.” Harry turned his head towards the man that stood in the driveway, looking severely angry.
“D-dad.”
“When did you start to like cock?”
“Dad, please don’t say that.”
“Well, its true isn’t it?”
“No its not.”
“Yes it is. You like cock you stupid freak.” Louis’ mouth hung open at that statement.
“No I don’t I like boys!!”
“And how is that different?”
“Because I like them for who they are not because of what they can shove up my ass.”
“Dad, stop.” Gemma cut in
“Did you know your brother is a fag?”
“Yes, I know he is gay.”
“Unbelievable. I thought I told you that you are straight.”
“Dad you can’t tell me what my sexuality is!”
“Oh, yes I can you little freak!” Stupid. Freak. Stupid. Freak.
“Don’t talk to him like that!!!!” And suddenly, all eyes were on the tiny boy cowering behind Harry. He took a bold step out from behind Harry.
“Your son is perfectly normal, sir.”
“You’re the one who kissed him!”
“I may have kissed him but that does NOT mean there is something wrong with him! He likes boys! So what?”
“Who the hell are you anyway?
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Dad, this is Louis, Louis Tomlinson.” Harry’s Dads eyes widened comically
“You’re that little fucker who was kidnapped!” oh no.
“I’m gonna fucking turn you in!” Mr. Styles began stomping over towards Louis and Harry started mumbling things into Louis’ ear
“Louis run upstairs now. Pack everything jump out the window, don’t be scared to jump because I’ll be at the bottom ready to catch you. We’re getting away from here. I know you can do this. I believe in you.” Mr. Styles reached out to grasp Louis shirt “Go Louis!” Harry pushed him towards the door and Louis ran inside and closed the door, but not before he saw Harry punch his dad hard across the face.
Louis ran up the steps and began packing as much of Harry’s stuff (Making sure to include all the family pictures on his nightstand) in a suitcase he had found in his closet. His heart was beating out of his chest.
“I can’t do this.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I can’t do this.”
But then a small ounce of hope worked its way into his mind. And that ounce of hope went by the name Harry Styles.
“I love you.”
“It’s okay.”
“It can’t hurt you.”
“You always look amazing.”
“Don’t be scared.”
“I’m coming.”
“I believe in you.”