Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

41. Accepting.

~ Pov Louis ~ 

It's Saturday. I walk downstairs in my pajamas and still with my hair in disarray. I find my mother in the kitchen. She smiles at me as she takes some eggs from the fridge. "Get dressed up tonight. Harry's parents are coming over for dinner." I sit down at the table.

"And will Harry come with them?"

"Of course." I nod briefly and hesitate to ask my question.

"Can Harry stay the night?"

My mother pauses and turns to look at me. "That's okay for me." She keeps looking at me as she leans on the counter. "Is there something going on between you two?" I look up. Searching for the right words, I bite my lip. She sits down at the table in front of me. "You know it's okay, right?" I nod.

"There is nothing. There is nothing between us at all."

"Okay. But know that every mother is always right about her gut feeling." I roll my eyes and a chuckle leaves my lips.

"Right."

~ Pov Harry ~ 

I look outside. Trees and houses flash past and a few raindrops hit the car window. I glance at my parents. My father is concentrated on the road and my mother leans against the window with her hair up. I can smell the alcohol. I shake my head disapprovingly. Fortunately the car comes to a stop and I can get out. I need fresh air, space.

I walk to the door with my parents behind me. I have the habit of walking in immediately, but this time I use the bell that hangs there. Almost immediately the door is opened and Jay hugs me as soon as she sees me. "Harry! Good to see you!" I smile and shake Troy's hand. But he has almost no grip. He seems absent. I watch Louis as our parents say goodbye.

"Are we going upstairs?" He whispers under their voices. I nod and follow him up the stairs to his room.

I immediately collapse on his bed. He sits down next to me. "I've already asked my mother and she agreed, so now I just have to ask you." I raise my eyebrows, waiting for his question. "Do you want to stay the night?"

I laugh for a moment. "And you couldn't ask that a bit earlier? I have nothing with me now!" He shrugs.

"You can wear something of mine." I look at him.

"Or I could just wear nothing." He smiles and looks at the ground.

I watch his brown locks fall in front of his face. And how his blue eyes smile. "Louis?" He looks up, still that smile.

"Yes?"

"I want you to kiss me." He looks at my lips and I had been looking at his for a long time.

"I want that too."

"Okay. Then we agree on that," I breathe against his skin. He closes his eyes and lets my lips touch his. I kiss him and take his neck with my hand so that I can bring him closer to me.

He grabs my hair between his fingertips and takes full control by sliding his tongue down my lip. I moan against him and feel him smile.

"Why are you smiling?" I keep kissing him.

"Because I can make you do things that seemed impossible at first." I look at him with a grin.

"And what kind of things can you make me do?" He unexpectedly rolls his hips over mine and again I sigh against his skin.

"This." He bites my bottom lip and deepens the kiss. "And this."

And just as my hands grab his hips and my lips rub against his skin, the door swings open. Louis gets up in a panic. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and look Jay straight in the eye. Her mouth hangs slightly open but slowly forms a somewhat uncomfortable smile.

"Dinner is ready. Are you coming?" I nod. Louis remains silent.

She leaves the room and I look at him. He bites his fingers. "Shit." You could say that.

We're later in the evening. My parents are gone. Louis is upstairs. Troy is in the living room. Jay's in the kitchen. So am I. I help her with the dishes after she asked me to. Louis had looked at me in fear because we both knew what she had seen.

She hands me a plate and I towel dry it. "Sorry," I mutter. She looks at me, frowning.

"For what?" I roll my eyes slightly.

"You know what I'm talking about, Jay." She leans against the counter.

"I know what you're talking about, yes. But I don't understand what you're apologizing for."

I shrug and put the plate down.

"Don't you think it's wrong what we do?"

"Do you?" I look at her.

"Maybe." She crosses her arms and sits down at the table. She signals that I have to sit opposite her, so I do that. I look at the flowers that are there.

Jay sighs. "When Louis came out I felt like my world was falling apart. When he told me I started crying. All I could think about was what other people would say, what God would say. I was scared for him, scared he wouldn't be accepted. I didn't like to talk to him about it because I was ashamed." I look at her, interested in the story. Louis has never told me this.

"You were ashamed of Louis?"

"I was ashamed that I didn't know what to say to him. I wasn't prepared for it, I hadn't seen it coming, I had been blind to my own son." She shakes her head. "According to people you are strange, different. That was the only thing that came to my mind, the only thing I have heard all my life, what I was taught and what I learned at church..."

"If you could do it again, what would you have said?" She smiles at me and takes my hands in hers.

"I would have said that God is proud of him. And that people can be mean at times but he should know that they're wrong when it comes to what he feels or does. And I would have said that I love him and accept him. I would have said that he is my son and that no human, god, religion or bible can interfere with that love, no matter what."

I can see her eyes getting watery. "What does Troy think about that?"

"He's not ready to accept it yet. And that's okay, everyone has their own pace and way of accepting it." I clench my teeth.

"It's not okay if he hurts Louis."

"I know. I've already talked about not making comments like that to his own son, to anyone." I frown. She doesn't know. She doesn't know that sometimes it goes beyond just blunt comments.

I shake it off.

"If I were to be... You know. Do you think my parents would accept me?" She squeezes my hand gently.

"Do they love you?" I nod.

"Then yes. Maybe it will take time. Their reactions may be harsh, or not. But they have accepted you for a long time, Harry. Now you have to do that."

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I'm loving Harry's development
And rip Jay🥺❤