Forbidden Love

Unnecessary Introductions

Louis Tomlinson:

    I've spent the entire night dwelling on everything. I can't believe I did this. I mean, it's one thing to have sex with an underage teen. It's a whole other thing, to have sex with a fourteen year old, when you're nineteen!

    The age gap isn't too horrible, there's only a 5 year difference. It's not like we're different generations, or something. If he was of legal age, I'd totally go for it, or maybe even, if he was just a couple years older. But, FOURTEEN?
Fourteen sounds really bad next to nineteen. Eighteen and twenty-three, and nobody bats an eye. Until then, I gotta stop thinking of the curly lad in that way.

    "Louis, I want you to meet the woman I've been seeing, and her kid. I'm inviting them over for a pizza night, since you know I can't cook for the life of me.", my father laughed at the truth of it all.

    "So, it's serious?
You're not gonna make me call her mum,
are you?",
I cringed at the thought. He pawed my face jokingly, as if to say, 'No, obviously you don't have to call her mum.', and we chuckled.

    "I'm thinking of proposing...
I love her a lot, Lou.
I just hope we can all get along.",
he sighed.

    "No problem there,
I'll play nice, then, don't you worry...",
I spoke sarcastically.

    My father had me put on my sports ceremony getups. This feels a bit odd to me. I'm wearing a white button up dress shirt, with my khaki trousers that showed off my ass, khaki suspenders, and a bow tie... for 'A Pizza Night'. I guess it's the effort that counts, though... the gesture of good will and all?

    My father answered the door as I snuck into the kitchen to get a swig of tequila. Fuck, I hope these people aren't intolerable. I could hear them sitting down at our kitchen table. Apparently they were admiring an old picture of me, from when I was announced team captain of the football team.

    "Louis, stop raiding the liquor cabinet,
you're not fooling anyone!
Grab a beer, and meet Anne and her son!
Our guests have arrived!"

    I walked out with my hands up in surrender, soon opening the bottle by slamming it down on the edge of the granite counter, then taking a swig of the beer I had taken. I turned to face the onlookers that sat at the table, only to be locked into green eyes.

    "Louis,
could you please,
not be such a caveman?",
my father joked.

    "Oopss...",
I muttered, frozen in place by the curly lad.

    "Hi!!",
an overly enthusiastic, Harry, greeted.

    Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! This is not happening right now...

    Is this a wet dream?

    Or, a nightmare?

    Did I fuck my soon to be step-brother yesterday?! Take his virginity?!

    "Oh! You two know each other?!
Well, isn't that lovely!
All good experiences, I hope!",
a woman chimed,
which I could only assume was Harry's mum.

    Harry was already about to agree, admitting to our acquaintance, when I stopped him.

    "Oh, no, not really.
We've talked a few times, but,
never really got the chance to become... acquainted.
Seeing as there's such a wide gap in AGE.",
I covered, sending the younger lad a clear message.

    Harry pouted a bit at my statement. Although, luckily, both adults were oblivious. I sat down at the last remaining chair, which unfortunately was right beside the underaged fellow.