It's Complicated

Chapter 14

Oh look I'm 14 years old too:)

Harry was stressed. His mother was coming over and she and Louis haven't been on the best of terms.

After the divorce, Anne resented Louis for breaking her son's heart, which was understandable, but that was before he and Louis were getting along again.

When Gemma told their mom that Louis moved into the guest house, Anne immediately called Harry saying she was gonna stay a few days with them until after Mila's birthday.

As much as Harry was stressed out, Louis was even worse. He was extremely nervous to be around Anne again and Harry didn't blame him. His mother was usually extremely nice, but if you mess with her kids then she turns into a whole different person.

"Are you sure she said she wants me at dinner? Because I'm totally okay with just eating left overs in the guest house," Louis said, clearly not keen on being at dinner with Anne.

"Louis it'll be okay. Just don't initiate any conversations with her and make sure not to make eye contact," he said jokingly, but Louis nods to his words with a serious expression. "I was joking," Harry deadpans.

Louis groans and bangs his forehead against the counter. "I can't do this Harry. She's gonna murder me."

"No she is not," Harry says as he finishes up cutting up the chicken.

He was cooking Anne's favorite chicken dish and popped open the good wine to hopefully ease some of the upcoming tension.

"Oh by the way, you maybe want to change out of that top, she hates that color," Harry said.

Louis looks down at his orange Adidas jumper and frowns. "Okay, I'll go change into that black V-neck I have, she told me she liked it on me during New Years." Louis rushes to leave but stops when he hears Harry laughing.

"I'm just fucking with you Lou." Harry was really enjoying messing with him, it's making him forget that his mother was coming.

"Harry stop that! I'm shitting myself as it is!" Louis groans.

Harry laughs. "I'm sorry, I'll stop."

Harry takes out some carrots and starts cutting them up. As he's doing this, Louis suddenly becomes quiet, making Harry glance back up at him.

"You alright Lou?" Harry asks.

Louis stares down at the counter. "Are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"The kiss."

The knife in Harry's hand freezes before it hits the chopping board. "Um, do you want to talk about it?"

There's a long pause before Louis's answer. "Not really."

"Then there we go." Harry resumes cutting up his carrots, like nothing happened.

If Louis didn't want to talk about it, then they weren't going to talk about it.

The sound of the knife cutting through the carrots was deafening, and Harry could feel his face heating up.

Thankfully the awkward silence is broken up by Olivia's arrival.

"Smells good in here papa," Olivia comments as she makes her way into the kitchen.

"Thanks Liv." Harry smiles up at her.

"Oh Olivia, what do you think of my jumper?" Louis asks her.

"Um it looks fine to me, why?"

"No reason. Thanks love" Louis places a kiss on her head. "Now I'm going to go have a lie down before Anne gets here. I feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest," Louis said before leaving the kitchen