BIG PRE-NOTE — PLEASE READ

FIRSTLY, we got 300K !! Calling for another celebration so this calls for another gift from me to you ! (I'm already doing a character ask part two, making the sequel mpreg and writing a bonus chapter for the 200K celebration)

title from Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance"

P.s you all don't realize how excited I am for the sequel, I've been searching up wedding rings, wedding invitations and wedding dresses, *cough cough* expensive baby clothes — I guess you can already guess what the sequel with have ;^)

"Well, they want me to go home and get ready," Louis says as he hangs up his phone. "They're a little mad I didn't tell them about my detention."

Harry groans. "I forgot about that—now I can't even give you a rim job." The football player takes a turn onto Louis' street. "Fucking hell."

Louis nods. "I was so fucking ready." He reaches over and takes a hold of Harry's hand. "We got cockblocked so hard."

The football player bites his lip, as he pulls into Louis' driveway as the gates open. "I could still get you off."

"I'd rather not have you eat my ass in your car."

"No one said anything about a rim job." Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "But, it will still be in my car."

"What are you on about, Styles?" Louis squints his eyes.

"Come sit on my lap, princess."

Louis loved attention, so it was only a moment later when he was straddling on Harry's thighs, fluttering his pretty lashes at his boyfriend. "Hi, daddy."

"Hiya, darlin'," Harry's hands firmly grasp Louis' thighs.

Louis shivered, Harry's cold rings sending goosebumps all over his body. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Finger you—unless you just want me to get you off." The green-eyed teen let one of his hands trail up Louis' spine to the back of his head.

"What's up with all of our first sexual experiences as a couple being in your car?"

Harry pursed his lips. "Unless you want to wait, we can sneak off later, you know... during dinner?"

"Then, I'll feel like we're in a porno."

"What about if we do it now?"

"Then, we're still in a porno."

"During school?"

"Again, a porno."

Harry lets out an airy laugh. "Well, I don't know what to do, babycakes."

Louis leans in, pressing his lips on Harry's in a short kiss. "If you find a way for us to sneak off during dinner, I'm all yours."

"Thought you were already mine," Harry mumbled, his eyes glued on Louis' lips.

"Always, baby. I'll just be even more yours."

"I don't think that makes sense."

Louis rolls his eyes, curling around Harry as he shifted on his lap. "Thanks for saying that stuff to Tammy back there."

Harry lets his tiny boyfriend play with his rings. "Of course, but I hope you know I won't always stand with you because sometimes you're wrong."

"Ugh, go eat a bag of dicks." Louis smacks Harry on the back of his head.

"Ow, what was that for?" The teen rubs the back of his head. "One point of being in a relationship is being honest with each other and I'll truthfully tell you when you're wrong. Or maybe I'll lie because you're cute when you think you're right." Harry thinks for a moment. "I'll probably just lie, I like to look at you."

Louis rolls his eyes. "Who even are you."

"Your boyfriend."

Louis walks into his house, and up to his room, he finds Lily waiting by his door tapping her foot on the floor.

"You miss me?" Louis says.

His sister raises an eyebrow. "It's your fault that I have nothing to wear."

"How is it my fault?" He opens his bedroom door and walks in, Lily following after.

"I need to know at least a day in advance if I'm going anywhere because it takes so fucking long to choose what to wear."

Louis swings the doors open to his walk-in closet and almost sighs in happiness, he loves his clothes. "And?"

"I want to wear something of yours because it's the least you could do for me."

The cheerleader hums, "okay, I don't mind."

Louis' outfit: VERSACE

that square thing is a foulard and it's like a square scarf, an ascot?? yes

"Louis! We have to leave in five minutes."

"Gaga oh-la-la! Want your bad romance." Louis bobs his head to the song bursting from his speakers.

"Lily, which one?" He holds up three lip glosses, pink, red, and clear with sparkles.

"Walk-walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy."

"I say sparkles." His sister says as she takes selfies in his mirror, "my hair up or down?"

"Half up, half down." Louis nods once. "I like your hair like that." He finishes tying the foulard around his head, before tying it around his neck instead. He felt so fancy whenever he wore ascots. He liked it.

"Walk-walk passion baby, work it I'm a free bitch baby."

"Best behaviour tonight, alright?" David eyes his teenager as they nod, and his small toddlers mindlessly kick their feet. His gaze drifts to his son, but the boy is busying reapplying his lip gloss. "Louis."

"Hm?" The cheerleader smacks his lips.

"Best behaviour, you hear me?" David reaches out with the hand that isn't holding Jude's and brushes Louis' hair along his forehead.

"Dad, I don't know why you're telling him that. These are his boyfriend's parents—"

"More like in-laws." Jude's words earn her bewildered looks from her family. "What?"

"I... I'll just ring the bell." David's voice is low, as he slowly pushes his knuckle against the button. Louis was his first baby, no way was he letting him get anywhere close to marriage with anyone. Ask him about it in fifty years, and he will say the same thing.

A loud chime rings through the Styles household, as Harry practically runs to the door. He swings it open and flashes his brightest smile, "good evening."

"Well, Harry, don't you look dashing." Jude compliments.

Harry bows, he fucking bows like he's a prince, Louis rolls his eyes fondly. "Thanks, Jude."

Harry's outfit: GUCCI (don't ask why he has shoes on inside, k)

Harry being the gentleman he is, greets all the Tomlinson's at the door. He gives hugs to the daughters, and Jude and David. But for the toddlers, they get little boops on their noses, Roat staying glued to his side before Jude coaxes him to follow her out in the backyard.

"My parents are cooking tonight, sent the cooks home early." Harry told them, "we're eating out on the patio tonight."

Louis was the last one to walk into the Styles' house, he almost jabbed Harry in the ribs when the latter kissed his hand.

"Why are you so proper all of a sudden?" Louis scoffs. "Are you trying to butter me up to get into my panties?"

Harry was just happy that everyone was in the backyard already. "You caught me, bunnyboo."

Louis cocks his hip. "Don't know what to do with a boy like you."

"Going to punish me?"

The cheerleader couldn't help but giggle. "Shouldn't it be the opposite?"

Harry shakes his head. "No, you could be a power bottom."

"Oh my god."

"What?" Harry takes Louis' hand and leads him away from the door. "You're sassy but you're also my tiny, little baby," Louis swears he isn't hard—he just really loves Harry's nicknames for him.

Instead of going straight out onto the back patio, Harry leads them to the kitchen. He sits Louis on one of the stools and leans on the counter, his green eyes eating the cheerleader up.

"I love your eyes, they're so blue... like a sparkly ocean blue, a really pretty blue," Harry mumbles slowly. "I love your nose, it's tiny. I love your eyelashes a lot." He smiles softly. "I love your lips, so pink, so kissable." He leans down and peppers gentle kisses on Louis' mouth. "I love your hands and your delicate little wrists. I should name them, right?"

"Franklin? Freddie?" Louis suggests through his giggles.

"Hm, I like Fabio." Harry picks up the cheerleader's hand and kisses the latter's wrist. "Hello, Fabio. How are you?"

Louis fondly rolls his eyes at his boyfriend's childish antics.

Harry laces their hands and meets Louis' eyes again. "I love your piercings. I also love your tummy, your little pudge. I love your thighs, sometimes I just want to bite them."

"Hm, maybe you should."

"In due time, Anthos," Harry smirks. "As I was saying, I love your ankles, I love seeing your ankles. Never cover them."

"Okay, what's this whole sappy-ass list for? What are you planning?" Louis tilts his head and swings his short legs.

"Wait, I have one more."

"And, what is it?"

Harry purses his lips. "Your bum."

"Obviously." Louis rolls his eyes.

"It's plump, it's squishy, it's perfect, and it's yours," Harry notes, his face too serious for the conversation they were having. "Best bum I've ever seen."

Louis wants to explode. "You're so good to me."

Harry smiles at that, his dimples make Louis fall for him harder—oh god, it's only been like a week. "That's because I have very, very, very strong feelings for you and only you."

"I hate you."

"Why's that?" The smile hasn't left Harry's face.

"You're making me go soft."

"Well," Harry bites his lip, "there's nothing I could do about that, Anthos."

"I still hate you."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"I don't think you'll hate me after I give you this," the green-eyed teen turns around and freezes for a moment before spinning around with his hands behind his back. "Daddy got you a present for being a good boy."

"I'm not a good boy." Louis squints.

"Daddy got you a present to make you act like a good boy." Harry takes his hands out from behind his back, revealing the small red bag.

"Oh, Harry," Louis' eyes widen at the sight of the red box when the older teen pulls it out.

Harry nods, a sheepish expression on his face. "I went out to get it after you met my family. I couldn't help myself."

Louis thinks for a moment. "You got it after I gave you a blowjob?"

Harry laughs, it's loud and he nearly falls over. "C'mon, babe, just open it."

Louis slowly pressed the small button on the box, and the lip popped open. He gasped and brought a hand to his mouth, "Harry!"

"Do you like it?" The teen is obviously excited. "It's like this pink gold, they called it pink gold and not rose gold. Weird right?"

"Harry, Harry," Louis wants to cry, he's being smothered by his boyfriend's kisses but he still wants to cry. "Hazza baby."

The green-eyed teen instantly preens under the nickname, his dimples actual craters in his face and pink lips stretched in a wide grin. "Yes, Lou?"

"You're nice to me." Louis feels his eyes water.

"Of course."

"You kiss me."

Harry hums, pressing his lips to Louis' eyebrow. "Yes."

"You care about me."

The broader boy nuzzles into Louis' hair. "Yes."

"You have a deep admiration for me." Louis' lip wobbles because he's never felt so happy, loved, and bubbly until now.

"Yes."

"You're good for me."

Dinner is great, they don't sneak off to do inappropriate acts but instead cuddle within view of their parents. They eat dessert together, sharing ice cream and a slice of cake. Louis attached to Harry's hip, never letting go of the teen until Harry has to use the washroom—where Louis had waited patiently outside for his boyfriend before immediately cuddling into Harry's side.

Who knew a well-thought-out almost-but-not-quite-love confession would make Louis so soft? The $2,160 pink gold necklace probably helped too, Harry can't take all the credit.