Lads Just Wanna Have Fun

Where's Your Little Boyfriend?

"And he just walked you home..said nothing about anything", Niall commented with so much shock at how calm the situation seemed to be. "He stared me down and scolded me a little but no...he didn't drag me by my hair or ask private questions. Just wanted me home." Out till 1 o'clock and not even one interrogation as to what his son was doing in the moonlight. "Why does he care about your life after dark anyway, your nineteen!" Harry knew it was probably just those brainless high schoolers terrorizing the neighbourhoods! What idiots! "Basically my dad is afraid of kids...they are tiny Niall! I've seen one of them! They carry around weapons and shit...but I don't even think they can pick up their backpacks, it's quite hilarious", Harry sighed with a small giggle at the end. The image of what seemed to be a sixteen year old unsteadily carrying a sledge hammer down the hill will forever be one of his main things to laugh at.

"Well, maybe your dad just been listening to too much noise...too much yappy yappy from neighbours of their criminal minds," Niall mocked dramatically and Harry just knew he was using hand gestures. "I just hope he doesn't become an attack helicopter parent...the normal one is just about bearable". 

Soon the best friends said their goodbyes on that roasting Saturday morning and rested the phones on the hooks. Almost comedically, the phone was rung again much to Harry's surprise. With a confused expression he picked it up expecting a prank call from the Irish one but only a high pitched voice..

"Oh, it's you again", Harry joked, trying to seem all moody on this 10 o'clock morning. "Well not the reaction I was expecting love but I'll let it pass...you wanna come out today hmm," The beautiful blue eyes smirked as Louis bit his lip. The thought of frazzled but oh so very hot Harry had him growing more aroused by the minute. God he was so fucking hot. Gay was definitely a blessing when you had fit guys like that just walking around the world! But the charging of timid footsteps had him soon groaning with less pleasure and more frustration. Of course this turn on moment wasn't going to last! He knew it was coming...3..2..1! "She won't leave me alone"! "Why you gotta be so antisocial?" "I need space, I'm a growing woman." "Name three people who care!" The feathered haired boy viciously shushed them as he tried to make out what that slow and deep voice was trying to say. 

"Wait, I don't know if I'm in trouble or n-". He was cut off by Louis' snapping rage towards his younger siblings.  The faint argument had the green eyes trying so hard to show Harry wasn't smiling but he couldn't keep the cackle down when he heard this. "Get out of my room!" "Em we're in the hallway!" 

"Sorry Haz I gotta go, see ya later...9 o'clock like last night". Before his pink lips could even begin to object, the line went dead. Haz. He could feel the butterflies swarming. Or maybe it was worry...

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Knee deep in homework he was. Putting it off to the last minute was no help. All this Algebra, English and Biology seemed to be growing by the second. All he wanted was to go with Louis but he was certain his father would never let him out of the house...especially after last night. The lad presumed himself grounded. He just hoped the sassy little perfection he had grown lots of affection towards would understand.

A knock at the door brought him back to reality making the knee deep pile turn into a couple of booklets once again. "Biology?"His mother questioned suspiciously, opening the door a tad. He knew she wore a smile. "Almost done". Listing the rest where he replied similarly, she stood awkwardly before him. It was clear she was itching to know something.The swarm of angry butterflies soon came flying back into the nervous stomach. 

"Your Dad and I were real worried for you last night you know...anything could of happened to you and there ya were standing in the dark corner. Your Dad could of missed you but the puffs of breath were lit up by the moon", She sighed with a hand wedged in the top of her brown curls. Harry's butterflies became heavy with guilt. He looked away from her with saddened eyes.