Losing Control [l.s]

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That's what Harry looks like ^^

Louis' POV

"Why the fuck are you making me go the park, Zayn?" I asked/yelled angrily.

"Because, Lou, you need to get out of the house more. You never go anywhere unless it's for business." He explained, and I scoffed.

"How the fuck am I supposed to be a feared mafia boss when I'm seen at the park, pushing my sisters on the swings?" I interrogated him. He laughed, then continued walking, and I followed reluctantly, holding Daisy's and Phoebe's hands so they don't run into the road.

They giggled and jumped and skipped while smiling their adorable smiles, and I almost joined them. Almost.

I don't smile often. If I do, it's always in private and with my sisters. They're the only people to have seen me smile since I was 13 besides my mum. I'm 27 now, so, it's been a while. I don't let anyone get close to me. Almost ever. There's 2 exceptions, and it's for Zayn, my right hand, and Liam, the guy who does all the hacking and research around here.

We arrived at the park, and Daisy and Phoebe let go of my hands and ran to the playground. My eyes followed them all the way there, I would kill someone if my sisters were to get hurt. Literally.

Harry's POV

I was walking home from work, still shocked from the kiss Louis planted on my cheek earlier.

I walked up to my family's driveway, and checked whose cars were there. Mum's was there, Gemma's was there, and- fuck, no no no no! Desmond can't be here now! Not when I'm in a good mood.

I sighed, realizing I had to go in one way or another. The context behind why I'm pissed off that Desmond/ my father is here is basically, he's a drunk all the time. He's never sober, and he spends all our family's money going to the pub, and buying drugs from time to time.

I opened the front door, to see Desmond screaming at my sister.

"YOU WORTHLESS BITCH! YOU ARE SELFISH TO KEEP YOUR MONEY FROM ME! I NEED THAT TO LIVE WHORE!" He screamed at Gemma, and I swear, if looks could kill, this man would be in hell already.

"Actually, she isn't selfish at all. You are selfish  for thinking you can drain all of our hard worked money to feed your addiction to alcohol." I lectured him in the calmest voice possible, holding back tears, trying not to rile him up because when he's riled up more than he is right now, he'll hit us.

"YOU DON"T GET A SAY IN THIS BOY! I SHOULDN"T EVEN CALL YOU A BOY, WITH THAT LONG HAIR AND FLOWER CROWNS YOU WEAR! YOU FAGGOT GET UT OF MY HOUSE AND SUCK A DICK< MAYBE HE'LL GIVE YOU SOME MONEY SO I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR PRESENCE WHEN I'M HERE!"

I was full on sobbing now, I knew he was drunk and probably high too and it was expected, but it was still hurtful.

I turned on my heel and ran out the front door, ignoring the insults that were being thrown at me from the living room. I ran all the way to the closest park, still crying uncontrollably.

Crap! There's people there. I can't let anyone see me like this. I turned around to go somewhere else, I wasn't quite sure where, but I was stopped.

"Harry?" It was Louis, sounding very confused.

I knew he was a mafia boss, and I should stay fucking realms away from him, but I turned around anyway, "Y-yeah?" I responded, my voice hoarse and cracking from crying.

"Are you okay, princess?" He asked me, with a very concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm totally okay, nothing wrong at all," I tried to convince him, very terribly by the way. He didn't look impressed at all. I was trying so hard to hold back tears at this point that I thought I would burst.

he looked me straight in the eyes, trying to pry it out of me, and it worked.

"I'm not fine," I breathed out, collapsing into his body, and his arms immediately wrapped around my waist, and his face cuddled into my curls. It comforted me more than it should've.

"Shh, it's okay baby." He whispered in my hair. he whispered other comforting things in my ear, and eventually I was calmed down.

I then realized the position we were in, he was sitting on the bench, and I was in his lap, straddling him. I blushed, looking down and he smiled at me.

He smiled.

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Lol this took 2 hours.

751 words.

October 6, 2021

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