But daddy, I love him.

6. Showers of Love.

"I'd be his, if he asked."

Chapter 6. Showers of Love. (Warning for smut.)

Louis hands Harry a towel. "You can take a shower and I'll order some food. Does pizza sound good?" Harry stands, just his boxers on, with his eyes fixated on his phone.

"Harry?" Louis gets a bit annoyed that he's being ignored.

"Yeah, yeah. Pizza sounds amazing." Harry's eyes don't leave the phone screen.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"N-nothing, pizza is good." He sounds a bit irritated. Louis strolls up and hugs him from the side. "What are you looking at?" Harry shakes him off.

"I told you nothing." He mutters and walks to the bathroom. Louis is stunned. He's acting weird again.

Louis gets his phone and dials the number for the local pizzeria. "Hi, can I get a, uhm, a pepperoni and a margarita. Yes. That would be all, thank you."

*15 minutes later.*

"The pizza is here, Haz!" Louis calls out towards the bathroom. No response. "Harry?" He walks and knocks on the bathroom door. "Haz, are you okay?"

The door opens abruptly and Harry pushes past Louis and he heads into Louis' room. He comes out with his clothes in his arms. "I have to go." Harry quickly glances up and Louis can see his eyes. They are red and his cheeks are like two cherries. He had been crying.

"Harry!" Louis stops him and places one hand on Harry's chest to calm him down. "I'm not letting you go, not again. Something is up and you're going to tell me what it is."

"Lou, I can't do this."

"Ha, yes you fucking can. Like I said, I am not letting you walk away." Harry crashes heavily into Louis' arms.

"It's my dad. He's back in town and-" his voice breaks.

He puts Harry's head in his hands and looks at him. "And what, Harry? What about your dad?"

"If he finds out about this a-and you, he'll hate me." The tears fall down his cheeks and onto Louis' hands.

"Was that him on the phone earlier?" Harry nods. Louis brushes his hair back.

"I don't want to be gay, I don't." Harry shakes his head and sinks to the floor. Louis sinks down with him.

"Harry look at me. You don't have to be anything, labels are overrated. You can just be you, Haz." Harry suddenly stops his crying and it's very quiet for a second.

He glances up. "Lou, I love... that you care so much about me."

-

Louis can't get those words out of his head. "I love... that you care so much about me." It's like he was about to say "you", but changed it last second. Those are some big words and Louis had been thinking about them himself, but he did not let them leave his lips. Not yet.

"Ohh, pepperoni!" Harry exclaims and takes a big bite out of a pizza slice.

"If I knew pizza had this effect on you I would've thrown it at you when you came out of the bathroom." Louis chuckles and gives Harry a soft smile. Sometimes Louis finds himself just admiring Harry. His laugh, the dimples that appear when he smiles. His excitement in small things that he finds funny or beautiful, like the pizza. He's a simple man, but he does the work for Louis.

"It's good, huh?" Harry grins and nods in response. "Should I put on a movie?" Louis walks over to the couch to grab the remote for the TV.

"Actually-" Harry strolls over to Louis. "I was thinking we could listen to some music and maybe, talk?" Louis looks up into his beautiful emerald eyes. Harry leans down and kisses him.