From the Wrong Side of Town l.s.

Chapter 7: Louis

A/N Things are about to take a very sharp turn...

"I'm taking you home," I announced after a few moments of silence. He seemed to have panicked at my words, thinking I was taking him to the million dollar mansion he didn't feel safe in. "Plus I want you to properly meet my mum," I add on. He seems to calm down, realizing I wasn't taking him to the hell-hole of a house he had to call home. "Did you drive," I ask. He shakes his head in response.

"Mum said she didn't trust me to drive. Said the only way she knew I would come straight home was if she picked me up."

"Well then, baby, you're learning how to hold on real fucking tight today," I tell him, heading in the direction of the parking lot. He's a few paces behind me, but still close enough to see exactly where I was headed.

"I'm a bit afraid of motorcycles," he quietly admits when we reached my bike. I opened the storage compartment, pulling out the smaller helmet and my own.

"You are perfectly safe, I promise," I tell him, securing the helmet on his head.

"Mum," I called through the house, dragging Harry behind me. I called for her a few more times before establishing she wasn't home. "I'll text her, don't worry your pretty little head about it," I tell him, dragging him up to my bedroom. He closes the door behind him, dropping his bag by my desk. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending my mum a text letting her know Harry was over and that he was staying for dinner.

"Will you come kiss me now," Harry asked when I'd set my phone on the edge of my desk. "In case you haven't noticed, today has not been a good day and I really like snogging you," he continues. "I'll keep telling you how much I like to snog you unless you come over here and actually do it," he finishes. I laugh gently at his antics, making my way over to where he was cuddled up on my bed.

"Scoot your cute arse over please," I ask. He smiles brightly, scooting over and pulling me down on the twin sized bed. I fell on top of him, but I was guessing this was the angle he'd been hoping for.

"Hi," he whispers.

"Hi," I whisper, moving closer. He lays fully back, giving me a moment to rearrange on top of him. "You good, baby," I ask him. He nods, his eyes fully focused on me. With that, I lean down and connect our lips. He quickly tangles his hands in my hair, pulling me closer every so often, while my hands rest on his hips. I gently pull back after a moment.

"Do that again," he asks, pulling me down and reconnecting our lips. He parted his lips slightly, pulling me closer. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and in response he groaned a little. When I moved to pull away, he gripped my hair harder and pulled me closer, if it was possible.

"You okay," I questioned when I pulled away for a moment. He nodded, cheeks flushed.

"More than okay," he tells me, a gigantic smile on his face. "In fact, I wouldn't stop you if you tried to do that again." Chuckling, I leaned back down to continue kissing him. Sue me, I really enjoyed the feeling of his lips on mine.

"Be my boyfriend," I asked when I pulled away for a moment, needing to breathe for a moment.

"Absolutely," he replies as I roll off of him, laying down next to me.

"Lou," Mum asked, knocking on my door. "Dinner is almost ready. About five minutes," she said, opening the door slightly. "And we'll talk about the skipping after Harry leaves, yeah," she says when she notices Harry sleeping.

"Yeah. Mum, I'm sorry," I tell her, glancing down at Harry who had fallen asleep fifteen minutes ago.

"I know baby. We'll talk about it later" she informs me, closing the door.

"Baby," I softly say, poking his side gently. "Wake up, baby," I continue, peppering his face with kisses. He turns slightly, a smile on his face, dimples popping out. Dimples I loved because they were absolutely adorable.

"I was sleeping," he complained, rubbing at his eyes.

"Mum said dinner was almost ready," I told him. "Come on," I urged, pulling his arm until he followed me. He stumbled over his own limbs, following me down the stairs. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, all my sisters eyes fell upon him. "Right, girls, this is Harry," I say gesturing to the long limbed human standing awkwardly behind me. "My boyfriend," I add after a moment. All of their heads snap in my direction. Even Mum in the kitchen, glances over at us with a furrowed brow with a look asking for more information. "Haz, that's Lottie," I say gesturing the the oldest of my sisters. His eyes scanned her long golden hair and face, shooting her a small smile when he finally established that the girl he was looking at was indeed Lottie.

"Nice to meet you, Lottie," he says, taking the seat next to her, which had always been the empty seat.

"Next to Lotts is Fizzy," I tell him. He finds her eyes, shooting her a smile. "Next to her is Phoebe and Daisy." He glances between the two, trying to establish a difference between the two.

"How do you tell them apart," he whispered to me after I'd sat down, his eyes still switching between the two girls.

"It's the little things," I begin. "They smile differently, Daisy's coming off a little more flirtatious. It's been a problem for her in the past," I tell him, laughing as she shoots me dagger eyes. "Plus Dais usually has part of her hair up. She needs to keep it out of her gorgeous eyes," I tell my sister, giving her a loving smile. She smiles, glancing down at her empty plate. "And that's Doris and Ernest," I say, gesturing to the two that were too distracted with poking at each other to even notice Harry's presence.

"Harry, love, would you like some homemade mash," Mum asks.

"It's mum's specialty. Been making it since she was our age," I tell him. He looks over to mum, nodding. Her smile widened as she made him up a plate full of her specialty homemade mash and bolognese pasta. She set the plate in front of him, setting another in front of me, with extra bolognese pasta. Sue me, it's my favorite.

"How'd you end up with my bogus of a big brother anyhow," Lottie asks once Mum had gotten everyone food.

"Lottie," Mum scolded, knowing that my younger sister had basically just called me a fake older brother.

"He and I have a couple classes together and I don't know," he paused looking over at me, "we talked after chemistry and everything just went from there I guess," he tells her.

"Why does your jacket actually fit me," Harry asked nearly two hours after he had jokingly slipped on my fluffy lined jean jacket. And damn did he look good in it. The sleeves clung to his arms tight enough to see the slight bulge of his muscles, but not tight enough to squeeze him. He had the collar popped, giving him this bad boy edge that was incredibly hot. Especially knowing this boy would never hurt a fly.

"Not purposeful, I promise," I tell him, watching him from across the room.

"You sure," he asks, walking over to the bed purposefully slumping down on top of me. His chin was resting on the upper part of my chest, looking up into my eyes. "You sure you weren't secretly taking my size so you could get a jacket that would fit both of us," he teased.

"Louis, darling," mum called, opening the door a bit. "Anne just wanted to make sure Harry was home before curfew. Said his parents were really strict." At the mention of his parents and going home, Harry glanced back at the wall, making no efforts to move. Mum seemed to sense his not so keen feelings towards his 'home,' and walked further into the room. "Harry, is everything alright at home," she calmly asked. "I know we just met, but I know Lou cares for you very much and I would never want something bad to happen to you, alright," she asked.

"Can I tell her," I whisper, running a hand through his hair in an effort to calm his sudden uneasiness. He nods curtly, snuggling into my chest as I attempt to sit up. He ends up curled up in my lap, as I run my hands down his back. "Harry's parents are homophobic and he's closested."

"But your aunt is so open," she questions.

"That's why he spends all his free time there. Most of his parents homophnobic comments are towards me, which makes him hate being in that place even more," I explain.

"You're not going home," Mum says after a moment.