BDSM (Larry)- English translation

Chapter 52- diasappointed

"Oh... Uh... Okay..." Louis mumbled now completely overwhelmed.

"The invitation for the family reunion is there. You can still watch them if you want, but the registration period is already over. Since you only come up for Christmas anyway, we didn't register you" his mother told him.

"Uh..." Great. Then why should he look at the invitation?

"Next time it would be nice if you could say in advance when exactly you want to be here. We don't feel like sitting on call all the time."

"We... were in a traffic jam..."

"Yes, it's always the others' fault, isn't it?" George just asked, shaking his head.

Louis was still thinking about what to say when his father got up. Louis thought for a second that he would come to him. But he only went to the kitchen.

Louis was glad that Stan and Oli were waiting in the car. That there were no spectators with this shame. That no one saw how he just stood there and was so full of hope and then collapsed again. Alone.

"I expect you to make an effort during your studies, okay? I hope for you that you are no longer too lazy to learn. I want to see an overview of grades at the end of the semester. Understood?"

"Um... Yes."

"Good. Anything else?"

Yes, so infinitely. But not a word came over Louis' lips. And for everyone else in the room there was obviously nothing left. Nothing more to say. It was a loud and oppressive silence.

"We should text Harry."

"We should go in there and shove their shit food down their throats," Stan growled.

"Good idea."

Both sighed. Louis had sent them forward. Even if they didn't like to leave him alone, they were glad they didn't have to do that to themselves. The farewells had already been difficult to bear on school trips.

"Hi Harry! Louis' family is shit. Do you have ice cream? Greetings Oli and Stan... Can you say it like that?" Stan asked.

"After that he will think. Oh, and he has fucking friends too..."

"The Ferrari... He didn't have it with him."

"I know.."

"Give me support."

"Stan?" Oli asked when the car door closed and Stan ran back into the Tomlinsons' house.

Well, great.

He should text Harry.

Or even better: call.

"Yes, Styles?"

"Uhm... hi Harry.. um.."

"Oli?" Harry asked and was glad that Louis didn't say this eternal um so often.

"Yes. Sorry. Um... But it's about Louis. So we're about to leave. But his family was and is really stupid. We just wanted you...no idea... Do you have ice cream?" Oli asked in his distress.

"Of course I have that. Don't worry. I will try to catch Louis. Thank you for doing this today"

"Oh... I have to hang up. He's crying," Oli quickly said and hung up.

Oh my God! Harry wanted to punish Oli! He wanted to hang him on his toes and let him bleed out. You don't say something like that and hang up. Louis was crying? What had happened? How was he? What did he do?!

"Everything okay?" Liam asked.

"No. The buddy hung up because Louis is crying."

"What? What happened? How is he? What is he doing?"

"I don't know."

"Relax. His buddies are there. They are already taking care of him. Whether you are sitting here and hosting such a circus or not" Niall said.

He sat at the table normally and ate cookies.

"Why are you so relaxed?"

"Because it doesn't help if you get upset. Better think about what you plan to do with him tomorrow. To relax and come down."

"The fact that you of all people say that suggests a certain irony," Liam hummed.

Niall lowered his head. He knew what was right. He knew that Louis would need this relaxation. Just like maybe himself. Possibly... Possibly... But it was so much easier to demand it from others than to implement it from yourself.

"Then let's do something together tomorrow afternoon. Then we'll all get out," Harry suggested into the unpleasant silence.

"Good. What are we doing?" Liam asked.

"Can we visit Zayn in the Handcuffs?" Niall asked dearly.

"Is there something tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Sunday afternoons? Hardly. But yes, from my point of view," Liam said and Harry also agreed.

Stan came out of the house after Louis. With an idiosyncratic bump on his back.

"I had to quickly pee again," he began and faltered when he saw Louis' face.

"Hey... Hey... Come here..." Stan murmured and pressed Louis firmly against him. He should go back and let her choke on her fucking food. They didn't even come to the door. They had just stayed in the kitchen.

"Sorry... Let's go right back," Louis murmured. He was such a fucking wimp. What did he expect? It was always like that.

"Hey, are you stupid? I cried out with you for two hours because my little sister used guinea pig potheads as sausages for Playmobil males to play with. You have a right reason. We are men. We cry."

"Yes, can you still get in the car? You're getting soaking wet."

Not that they weren't already. But a rental car with three fought-out, sweaty and stinky men, one of whom howled, could be so much warmer than a whole properly cleaned house with an oven. Louis had rarely felt this difference as clearly as at this moment.

They got through the first hour well. Then the woman announced a traffic jam on the radio and they wanted to change drivers again. Louis had fallen asleep and they let him.

"Oh Fuck..." Oli murmured.

"What?"

"Um... If you don't want to get your head torn off  if you're not a sub, does it bring plus points if you kneel?" Oli asked and looked up from his cell phone.

"No. You are not in the scene. Why-?!", Oh. Stan had also looked at his cell phone. 20 calls and five messages in absence. The basic tenor: When Oli drives, you don't answer.

"Uh, call him. Be polite?" Stan asked more than answering.

"Uh... So I... Because... I have to pee!" Oli shouted and disappeared. Pussy.

"Hi Harry. You don't have to be angry. This is Stan. We're taking a break and I've only just looked at my cell phone. And Oli could because of the-"

"Shut up. How is Louis?"

"Oh... Uh... He calmed down and fell asleep."

"Did he say anything?"

"No."

"How much longer do you need?"

"The navigation system says two hours. The woman with the traffic jams on the radio for three years."

"Okay... Tell Oli that he doesn't have to be afraid of me."

"I'll do it."

"Good."

"Uh..."

"What?"

"Me then?"

"No. Just bring him back to me."

"We'll do that"