Shades Of Styles

Your son sees Harry drunk

"Harry! Stop it, Grayson is trying to sleep" I shout at Harry who has been smashing stuff since he got home at 3 am, hes drunk and being stupid. 
"Then let him wake up." Harry slurs. 
"No, he as school tomorrow. Put the plate down" I grab for the plate but he pulls it away. 
"What?"He mocks me and I frown. "To short?" he laughs. 
"Put the fucking plate down so we can talk about why you're so angry" 
"Why...why am I so angry?" he laughs scrunching his nose like he has no idea what that means. 
"Harry" I beg. 
"I'm angry because...I spend hours rehearsing and preparing for a big tour for my wonderful fans when...all they seem to care about is who I'm with" he slurs more and moves around a lot. "I mean...I've been with you for like 18 years and I have a kid with you and I love you but most of them believe that I'm with Louis..my best mate. Thats not true" he smashes the plate and I sigh. 
"I know its not true Harry every sane person knows its true." I agree. 
"But...notttt.tuh fans. Theyyyy think otherwise" 
"Who cares. They're 12 year olds" I pull him into the living room. 
"12 year olds that think I'm in love with my best friend. I have been in this band for 10 years. Thats a lot of years. I've been with you for 18 and I have a son whos 11. But no...no. Its staged and fake. Your an actor, Grayson's an actor, hell. I'm an actor." he lays down. 
"I know Harry." I move so he can lay down. 
"Dad?" Grayson comes downstairs rubbing his eyes. 
"Oh, sorry we woke you up" I say to him.
"Hi son! You need to know something" Harry sits up pulling Grayson to him. 
"What?" he asks. 
"You are...a good actor" 
"What?" 
"Your a good actor, I want you to know that you are a great actor and I admire you" Harry smiles and closes his eyes. 
"Dad what are you talking about" 
"I'm talking about how your an actor because I need this big cover up because I'm gay and in love with your uncle Louis" 
"Okay...Grayson. Lets go back to bed" I say having heard enough from Harry. 
"Whats dad talking about?" Grayson questions on the way back upstairs. 
"Nothing, your dad was just making a silly joke. He loves you. I'll see you in the morning" I tell him and go back downstairs. 
"Why would you say that to him?!" I ask. 
"It was just a joke (Y/N). You don't have to be so up tight" he scoffs. 
"I'm not usually, unless your telling our 11 year old son that he is not your son" 
"I'm sorry, I'm just so pissed about this." 
"Harry, you have been dealing with this for 10 years. Why now does it make you so angry"
"It has always made me angry its just...after so long I can't take it anymore. I have to blow off some steam. 10 years is a lot of time pretending to not care about something when you do and you can't tell me that you don't care"
"I do care Harry, when it makes you upset. I know you're not gay, you know you're not gay so who cares...you do. And if you do then I do" 
"Its not even that, its my fans. Itd be different if it was a random person buts its the people who I love and want to make so happy and love me that they just think something that is far from the truth. How much proof do they need? I'm married and have a son." 
"I know. I'm sorry we can't do anything to convince them, people have their own opinions and theres not much to be done. You can't force someone to think something they don't want to think" I shrug. 
"This is so frustrating" he leans back. 
"Are you feeling sober?" I ask rubbing his back. 
"Yes actually and I want to sleep" 
"Okay, lets go to bed" I stand up and pull him by his hand. 
"You know...every day you show me more and more that I married the right girl" he kisses my temple and I smile