When Hate Turns Into Love (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 30 ~ You're Telling Me This Is My Fault?

Quick question: What do you think happened between their mums in the past?

Dedication: @ffriall because so many people have given up on translating my stories, but you haven't. Thank you! :) xx

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Chapter 30 ~ You're Telling Me This Is My Fault?

[Harry's POV]

"Louis, they didn't need me at work anymore, so I thought we could call Dan over and-- What the hell?"

My eyes widened at the woman who was all of a sudden standing in the doorway, a hand over her mouth. Louis quickly pulled my blanket that was lying at the end of the bed over our naked bodies to cover us up, the sticky feeling of cum really uncomfortable on my stomach, but I tried to ignore it.

"Mum, what are you doing here?" Louis asked embarrassingly, but also nervously. He glanced back and forth between me and his mum, and I knew he was thinking the worst. If she recognized me, she would no doubt kick me out headfirst through the window. Therefore, I was staring at the blanket on top of my and Louis' bodies so she couldn't see my face.

"I--I... They let me out earlier than expected, so I thought we could... Nevermind, it's not important anymore. This is your boyfriend, Lou?" She asked, and through the corner of my eye, I could see how she started walking forward, much to my dismay.

"I... Yes, it is. Would you please leave us alone, though? We were just uh... finishing off," he said, scratching the back of his neck as a blush crept to his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I'll leave." She began making her way out the door, and I thought the coast was clear when she closed it behind her, so I looked up at Louis and let out a sigh of relief. It turned out I thought too quickly, though, because the next second, the door creaked open again, and that was when our eyes met.

After that, everything went fast, almost too fast for my brain to comprehend what was happening. One second, she was standing in the doorway, and the next, she was standing beside the bed, pointing an accusing finger at me. "You! What the hell are you doing here? And with my son? How very dare you even be this close to him? And what? Have fucking sex with him? Louis, what the hell is going on?" She gasped, glaring daggers at me, even though the question was directed at him.

He gulped, tightening his grip on the blanket. "I--I can explain, just... I... Shit." He looked at me with wide, frightened eyes, and all I wanted was to wrap my arms around his slender waist and pull him close to my body. I knew I couldn't, though, so I sent him a sad smile before looking back up at his mum who was boiling with anger.

"You know what? Get out. I don't want to see you here again, and..." She reached forward, poking her index finger in my chest. "If I do, you're going to wish you never laid eyes on my son. Understood?"

Glancing at Louis who still looked terrified, I nodded hesitantly. Not that I would follow her orders, but she was quite intimidating at the moment, so I didn't dare do anything but agree. I bent down to pick up my boxers that were lying on the floor beside the bed and pulled them up my legs.

Not wanting to expose Louis' naked body, I pulled the blanket off of me so he couldn't be seen and got out of the bed. I could feel her gaze on my chest where there probably was a bit of cum left, and I swear, I had never felt this humiliated in my entire life. It was absolutely mortifying.