Chapter 34: Louis Tomlinson

Present

"Good morning," Harry whispers when Louis' blue eyes flutter open, immediately closing when the sun shines directly into them, startling the slightly older.

Harry rubs Louis' waist gently and Louis grins, nuzzling his face against Harry's neck with a small, cheeky "no."

"No what?" Harry chuckles and presses his face against the top of Louis' head, his eyes fluttering closed in content.

"Not morning," Louis pouts. "Bedtime."

"I wish it was," Harry pulls Louis in tighter, not expecting the boy to begin to place kisses over his neck. Harry grunts a little when Louis nips at the skin there and he slides his hand down to Louis' hip, squeezing gently.

Louis moves to Harry's lips and kisses him softly and whimpers when Harry takes control of the kiss and brings his hands to Louis' cheeks. The smaller grinds his ass down onto Harry a little, smirking when the younger moans.

A knock on the door makes them pull away from each other. "Boys, I am about to make some breakfast!" Anne says from behind the door. Harry sighs, knowing he should be the one doing it, but knowing his mum won't take no for an answer either.

"Okay, mum! We will be down soon!" They hear her footsteps go down the stairs and turn to each other with flushed cheeks and tight smiles. "I think I better go for a shower... A cold one," Harry chuckles awkwardly and Louis' eyes trail down to see Harry's bulge.

"Oh- I will, uh," he swallows and squirms, breathing out shakily. "I'll get dressed!" He blurts out and jumps off of the bed. Harry follows him and grabs his dainty hands, pulling him closer for another kiss.

"See you soon."

-*-

"This is delicious, Anne!" Louis tells her kindly, shoving some more bacon into his mouth. Harry smiles fondly at him and continues to eat his own bacon and eggs, his eyebrows pinched together in pain. "So, Anne. I'm gonna need embarrassing baby photos of Harry... Can I trust you to help me with this?"

Anne laughs loudly and nods. "Oh, dear. I have too many!" She turns to Harry and motions her knife at Louis. "I like him. I like him a lot!" Louis beams and Harry grins, placing his hand on the boy's thigh under the table.

"Me too, mum," Harry mumbles, staring at Louis, who stares back with a tint of blush on his cheeks. Harry places his hand on his head, rubbing at his forehead. "I've got a headache," he pouts and Louis frowns. "I'll be back, I'm just going to get some pain killers."

Harry walks from the room and Anne frowns, pushing her food around on the plate. "He gets really bad headaches sometimes. He had a head injury when he was younger and it still bothers him," Anne explains with a tight, upset smile.

Louis' stomach drops. It couldn't have been him who did this, could it? "That's horrible..." He whispers softly, his voice betraying him as his heartbeats speed up. "How did it- How did it happen?" Louis stutters out, digging back into his food nervously.

"Two guys from his school hurt him," Anne tells him in reply, her voice thick with sadness. She reaches for her glass of water that she takes a sip of it. "It was really bad." She sets down her glass and doesn't look up at Louis because of the tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Louis tells her honestly, hands moving to grip at his knees. "He shouldn't have been hurt..." Anne nods and Louis bites his lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood. "I'm just going to the bathroom." He looks down at his empty plate, suddenly feeling sick with his food consumption.

"Of course, love," she looks up and with a sad smile from her, Louis is pushing back his chair with a squeak and rushing up the stairs.

He finds the bathroom and desperately pushes open the door before shutting it and leaning against the wood. Louis begins to tear up, his hand covering his mouth, muffling his cries.

He walks over to the tap and turns it on. The blue-eyed boy gazes at himself in the mirror and his grimace deepens at the sight of himself. He opens the door once more, making sure no one was there before he is locking it and kneeling in front of the toilet, his fingers shoved down his throat in an attempt to throw up the breakfast he had just eaten.

-*-

Harry grips onto the sink with one hand, as he gulps water using the other. The tablet leaves an awful taste in his mouth and almost feels as though it is stuck in his throat. Harry hates it. But, he sucks it up and goes back out to the dining room.

"Where's Lou?"

"He just went to that bathroom," Anne says and begins to stand, clearing up her plate. "Are you done, love?" She points to Harry's near-empty plate. He nods and grabs it for her, as well as Louis' empty plate. Harry helps her clear the table and they walk into the kitchen. Anne glances at Harry suspiciously. "So... Louis."

Harry swallows thickly. "Yeah. He is lovely," he tells her, his voice higher than usual. She hums and places the plates onto the sink before turning to Harry. He squirms under her gaze and then blurts out, "fine! I like him..."

"I knew it," she squeals. "Oh God, you will be the cutest couple ever. When are you giving me grandkids?"

"Mum," Harry groans. "You can't tell him. I mean, he knows, but still." Anne grins and pulls Harry into a hug.

"You seem very happy when you're with him..."

"I am," Harry whispers against her shoulder, his heart thudding against his chest. "He makes me so happy."

When they pull away, Anne insists on doing the dishes by herself, so Harry tells her that he will go and wait for Louis in the room. He roams up the stairs and goes into his old room. Last night he didn't really get a chance to look around, he and Louis basically went straight to sleep.

He smiles and slides his fingers over some of his old things that sit on his desk, collecting dust on his digits that he rubs onto his pants. He didn't have much on his desk anymore, but old books, a record player, a few empty notebooks, a fake plant and some pens.

He moves further into the room and stops at the many pictures that litter his wall. He grins at all the polaroids of him and Arthur as kids. He frowns at all of the family photos with Lesley in them. And then he sees his school photo and laughs, stepping closer to look at himself in the much too small sweater. He scans his eyes over it, and they come to a halt at Lewis.

He furrows his eyebrows and his breathing stutters. He looked so familiar... Too familiar. Harry snaps his eyes to the names and a whimper falls from his lips. "LOUIS TOMLINSON" and next to it, "STANLEY LUCAS."

Louis Lucas.

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