Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

E I G H T E E N

>Eighteen< : Good Enough

Harry's P.O.V (Point Of View)
She had changed. Time does awful things. However she still looked like me. Or vise versa considering she birthed me. "I-I... S-she l-live?" Louis whimpered hanging onto my arm, "Yes baby, she's alive." I soothed, however mum had the worst perplexed look coiled on her old face. "Figured I'd take you up on your invitation."
"O-Of course. Of course. Come in... Please."

No one's P.O.V
Anne stepped aside letting Harry walk past Louis following. It was when the man stood inside that he glanced around tightening his coat, his uncomfortable stance increasing the awkward tension.
"Well, lets have a drink." Anne announced pouring three cups of her finest wine, Louis sipped lightly on his not wanting to get tipsy. Harry downed his going for a second glass as Anne spoke up again, "What're you doing with yourself now?"
"I'm still in business." Harry replied his voice deep, the sound of him clearing his throat the only audible noise for the next few minutes. "I-I've missed you Ha-"
"Harry. Not Harold."
"So you have changed." Anne mumbled draining the wine much like Harry. Louis' lips pulled a frown, not liking how easily his family could down the alcohol. "I'm going to go smoke." Harry remarked, more to Louis then his mother as he stepped out onto the porch. Anne sighed heavily, "What's your name love?"
"L-Louis."
"Hmmm.. How is he?" Anne questioned running a tired hand through her hair, "H-he's good." Louis answered to his best ability. "Good. I'm so happy he's good. 'ya know, I thought to myself, he could be dead. I wouldn't even know. He left as soon as he could. First train out, his father took it worst. People ask about him, the town still sees him as the dirty little boy who loved to play in the dirt. My Harry..." She trailed off as if reliving a memory in her mind, her hand danced away in the air as she inhaled lightly, "Years ago he would've died from someone calling him Harry. Time changes you though." Anne added the last part her stare falling to the floor as if it would move at the snap of a finger. Louis, speechless, stared at her seeing Harry. He resembled her, their movements were a lot alike. Harry would always stare off into space if something haunted his mind. Ghosts of his past was his answer to Louis, though he never explained the ghosts.
Harry had reentered the picture when his cigarette was nothing more then a scent that lingered on his brand name jacket. "Dinner should be ready soon." Anne mumbled stretching her arms high above her head, "D-Daddy?" Louis whispered lightly pulling on the mans elbow, "Yes baby?"
"Nothing." Louis mumbled seeing the glint in Harry's eyes. He was upset. The dinner was soon after that, Anne having her chef bring out chicken Alfredo with spinach. Louis hummed in approval with his first bite, Harry ate normally. "You know Gemma was here recently." Anne remarked, Harry visibly tensed, Louis noticed lowering his head. "She asked about you." Anne added her voice indicating she had one to many drinks. Harry shot up from the table his lips turned up in disgust storming somewhere in the house. Louis hung his head sighing softly as he rose as well. Anne watched stupidly reaching to fill her glass up more.
"D-daddy? Daddy?" Louis called finding a set of swirly stairs, at the top was a simple hallway. Three doors. All closed. The secrets locked inside. However one had a light under the door, moving towards it Louis knocked lightly peaking in. Harry sat on the bed facing away from the door staring at a picture on the wall. Crawling on the bed Louis laid on Harry's shoulder, "W-why you sad?" Louis asked softly, "I just am baby. I'm not good enough. Am I?" Harry returned staring gently into Louis' glowing blue eyes, "Y-you good 'nough daddy." Louis assured, "No. I'm bad for you."
"So? I good for you.... I good boy yes?" Louis' logic had produced a smile of Harry's lips as he leaned in kissing Louis passionately. "I love you." Harry mumbled, "I-I love you too daddy." Louis returned voice barely audible. It was slow as Harry caressed Louis' cheek slowly taking his sweater off, unbuttoning his jeans leaving him just in white panties. Louis propped up slipping Harry's jacket off him their lips refusing to stop meeting. Once both clad in boxers (or panties) Harry laid Louis down kissing down his chest, Louis had floated into a high. Subspace enveloping him as Harry tugged his panties down, no trace of innocence on his body as Harry slid a condom on. Their eyes met for a moment, could he? Louis reached his hand up wanting to touch Harry in some way as the man lubed his length inhaling quickly before sliding into Louis' hole.
Louis was officially no longer a virgin. Thrusting, Harry was breathless as he came into the condom quicker than expected. Louis laid still his world still above the clouds, Harry inside him felt like pure ecstasy. The warm cum still lingering in him, the pop it made as Harry pulled out, the kiss they shared as Harry rinsed Louis off, his cum beginning to harden on his stomach. It was all to perfect to notice that Harry had clothed the boy pulling him into bed.
However at four in the morning Louis' high came crashing down as he awoke sobbing, "L-Lou?" Harry whispered his voice groggily with sleep, "H-help m-me d-addy!" Louis begged, Harry sighed pulling Louis back to his chest stroking his hair, "Come back to me love. It's okay. It's alright. Listen to my voice sweetheart." He soothed, Louis eventually did stop crying, "L-Love you daddy."
"I love you too baby."

"Didn't plan on having guest for the night." Anne murmured in the kitchen the next morning, "Didn't expect a drunk hostess." Harry snapped back, he was fully dressed, prepared to say a small goodbye leaving his past in the past. Louis was his future. "Well don't run off then." Anne added seeing Louis trudge in with a smile, "No we had best be leaving. Come along Lou." Harry called pulling Louis by his elbow, "Harol-"
"I told you its Harry! This is why we're leaving. All you do is live in the past! That's why dad lef-.... Come on Louis." Harry snarled storming to the limo, "Harry wait! Please!" Anne begged though Harry was already in his car. "Go ahead. Leave... Just like him." Anne cried from the porch. So Harry did. On the way to the airport Louis peered up at his master leaning up to kiss his firm jaw softly before laying on his shoulder. Harry sent a small smile staring out the window, the past was the past. He was finally good enough for his future. He was good enough for Louis. While Louis was his perfect match. With that thought Harry could only grin on the inside remembering the ring upstairs in his office. Pushed to the corner in the top drawer. A little ring with such a label. Such a promise. Such a future.

>>Hello! Cute little chap I know ;) not much until... Next time ~Emma :)

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FIRST PUBLISHED OCTOBER 15TH, 2015

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