Gemma crept back downstairs and could swear she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life. True Love.
Louis was curled up against Harrys chest, and both of the boys were snoring loudly, and Gemma never thought she’d find her brothers snoring adorable. But, when he was snoring into a young boy’s hair who was curled up on his chest, who wouldn’t find that adorable? Her parents. That’s who.
Someone knocked on the door and it woke Harry, he looked up at Gemma
“Is it mum?”
“I don’t know, I’ll check.” Harry smiled down at the small boy in his arms as Gemma stood on her tiptoes and looked out the peephole. She gasped quietly
“Shit. Harry, get out of here. Take Louis with you.”
“What? Why?”
“Because there’s an officer at the door and they’re going to want to search the house. Go to the attic and climb into an empty box.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“Do you want Louis to be taken to foster care, or worse, back to his parents?”
“Gotcha.” He quickly ran to the roof hatch and pulled down the attic ladder, “shut the hatch Gemma!” she shut the hatch and ran back downstairs to open the door. Harry quietly crept over to a wide cardboard box and sat down inside it, with Louis still in his arms, and closed the lid. He could faintly hear Gemma and the officer talking
“Have you seen this young man?” Harry could imagine the officer holding out a picture of Louis
“Uh, nope.” Had the officer asked to speak to their parents? No. probably not. Gemma looks older than she is.
“ma’am, can we please search your house?” another voice spoke. There were two of them?
“Really? I was just about to make dinner.”
“This is very important Mrs. Styles.”
“Fine.” Harry heard footsteps walk through out his house
“Miss, where does this hatch lead to?” Harry could hear voices directly below him. a officer went up the ladder to the attic, and Louis was waking up.

He opened his eyes and yawned. Harry tried wriggling his hand out from under Louis bum so he could clamp it over Louis’ mouth but his jacket was caught on something, and Louis was about to speak. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed Louis.
He kissed Louis
He kissed Louis.
He kissed Louis.
Out of all people, why did it have to be the one he had a HUGE crush on?!
But surprisingly, Louis kissed back, snaking his arms around Harrys neck. Gradually, the footsteps faded out the front door.
Harry pulled away “Thank God I got you to shut up! Police were looking for you!”
“T-that kiss was just to k-keep me quiet?” Louis asked; the happiness Harry had given him was suddenly gone. He felt empty.
“Yeah.” Harry said casually. Louis didn’t even think it was possible to feel your heart break, but he did right then.
“Oh.” Louis said quietly and stood up, climbing out of the box and before Harry could process what he was doing, Louis ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it. He didn’t want to see Harry right now. He couldn’t see Harry right now. He curled up and began crying. Harry ran down and knocked on the door.
“Louis, what’s wrong?” Harry tried, even though he knew what was wrong. Louis didn’t want to kiss Harry. How could he have been so stupid? Tears of his own began trickling down his cheeks.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“G-go away.” Louis said. Harry knew that tone. When you told someone to go away, but really you wanted them to push right through that door, knock down all the walls you so carefully built, and hold you in their arms until you felt better.
“Open the door, love. Please.”
“I’m crying. I look horrible.” Why was he crying? Over a kiss that he didn’t want? That didn’t make any sense.
“Lou, you always look amazing. Please open the door.”
“NO!” Harry jumped at Louis tone, but nodded “Okay, I’ll send Gemma up. You need to talk to someone.”
“O-okay.”
Later, Gemma went up to talk to Louis. She sat next to him
“Hi honey. What’s wrong?”
“Harry kissed me.” Louis said and bit back another sob
“What’s the matter with that? I thought you liked him.”
“I-I do. But he said it was only to shut me up. I didn’t want my first kiss to be like that.”
“First kiss?” Gemma gaped
“I’m a fourteen year old gay boy. What did you expect?” he laughed a little
“Sorry, sorry. Just-“
“Has Harry ever kissed anyone before?” Louis cut in
“I’m not sure. You’d have to ask him.”
“Yeah, he’s probably not interested in guys anyway.”
“Are you kidding? He stares at your ass like it’s a piece of cake.”
“R-really?” Louis almost believed her. “No, he wouldn’t do that.”
“Louis, he likes you, scratch that.” She shook her head “He loves you.”
“Stop putting fantasies in my head, Gemma.”
“It’s true. I’ve never seen him so happy. He didn’t shut up about you this morning.”
“This morning? You didn’t even know who I was yet.” Gemma mumbled a sarcastic “mhm.” And started to tell him about that morning.
*Flashback*
“Who the hell were you carrying up the stairs last night?”
“Oh, that’s Louis.”
“Continue…I want all the details on the boy who was clinging to you like you were his savior.”
“I practically am his savior. I pulled him out of our pool.”
“Why the hell was he in there?”
“Be quiet Gemma. He’s still sleeping. He was backyard hopping.”
“Oh, like typical teenager fun?”
“Sure.” Harry responded “just act like you don’t know him when you see him. I don’t want him to know I was talking about him.”
“You mean you don’t want him knowing you have a crush on him.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Yup.”
“Shit.” Harry sighed and leaned against the counter. “I don’t want him to know.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. I’m going to go brush my teeth, okay?”
Harry nodded at her as she turned to walk up the stairs
*End of flashback*
“I’ll believe that when he says it to my face.”
“Fair enough.” Gemma agreed “Lets get you out of the bathroom and start cooking dinner, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll believe that when he says it to my face.”