Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 6

"I can't believe we left in the middle of dinner." She complains. Harry just hopes Louis doesn't beat him home. "I also can't believe you told him we were home; given you never lie." Harry casts her a warning look. He knows he doesn't lie but he didn't want Louis to decide he couldn't come to Harry for help.

"He needs my help with something and I think that's way more important than some dinner." Harry defends his actions.

"We only have dinner together once a month. Sue me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend." She grumbles and he deflates slightly. She does have a point and it doesn't help that lately everything she does annoys Harry so he avoids her.

"I'll try to do better." He vows, and he will try. Doesn't mean anything is going to change.

She doesn't say anything for the rest of the car ride and by the time he enters his home Louis pulls up. The boy is wearing a small pair of cut up jean shorts that might be one of his sister's given the way they fit so snuggly on his ass and thighs. He's also wearing a baggy t-shirt and his cheeks look red and stained with tears. Harry feels his heart hurt at the sight and immediately goes and wraps Louis up in his arms.

Louis goes easily. The boy wraps his arms around Harry and cries. Harry coos and rubs soothing circles around the boys' back until the crying ceases. Louis pulls apart and then kicks at the ground angrily.

"Hey...what did my porch do to you?" Harry tries to lighten the mood. Louis laughs, a wet laugh, and then shrugs.

"I'm just so angry and hurt and I don't know what to do." Louis admits and Harry nods his head. He remembers when his own father broke his heart and all he wanted to do was egg his car or something. That's when he gets an idea.

"I have an idea. It's a good one I promise." Harry announces but Louis look skeptical.

"What is this idea of yours?" Louis asks curiously as Harry leads him inside his house. Carly comes into view and eyes Louis up and down.

"You must be the assistant." She states and Harry doesn't like her tone.

"He's also my friend." Harry explains and then heads to the kitchen for the carton of eggs.

"What are you doing with my eggs?" She questions and Harry shrugs.

"They're my eggs." Harry calls over his shoulder. "I'll be back later tonight." He then shouts and pulls Louis to his car. Louis holds the carton, given to him, and giggles in the car.

"What are we doing Haz?" Louis laughs a little bit. Honestly, Harry has no idea what he's doing. He knows Louis needs to get over his ex, and he needs an outlet for how he feels about his mom.

Keeping everything bottled up can make you go crazy. If it wasn't for Zayn getting him into boxing, as a teen, he would probably have anger issues to this day. Teen Harry had gotten to the point he was ready to snap at any and everyone just because he felt so bad and guilty.

"We're going to go egg Clinton's car. What's his address?" Harry looks to Louis to ask the question. Louis looks surprised, and looks about ready to protest but then there's a gleam in his eyes that lets Harry know the younger boy is definitely down with this plan. So Louis gives the address and they keep driving until they pull up a neighborhood about fifteen minutes away.

Clinton's black car is parked on the street, in front of the mailbox, and Louis gets out of Harry's car with the carton of eggs in his hands. Harry goes around, to Louis, and grabs the boy by his shoulders.

"For every egg you throw I want you to get something off your chest." Harry tells him. Louis nods his head and then takes the first egg out. He tosses it in his hand and then looks to Harry for guidance—waiting for a head nod before pulling his arm back and then releasing it.