An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

Homophobia, Parents, and Downfalls

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[Johanna's living room]

"Harry it isn't like that." Louis spoke as he place ed a hand on Harry's knee.

"Then what the hell is she talking about?" Harry asked trying to keep his calm.

"I don't know what's she's talking about. I told her that Niall was my husband's best friend. I don't know where she got that Niall was my husband. That's just insane." Louis says glaring at his mother.

"Well I am sorry. My mistake." Johanna said.

"Yeah. You heard what you wanted to hear." Harry said, not caring that Johanna heard.

"Excuse me mister?" Johanna spoke.

"Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing." Harry practically growled.

"Don't talk to me that way young man. Have some respect for your elders." Johanna's husband spoke.

"Mum, dad, be nice please?" Louis begged as he saw Harry trying to hold in his anger.

"I am being nice son. Your supposed husband is the one that's being rude." Johanna spoke as she spoke with absolute disgust in her mouth.

"You know I think? I think that-"

"Harry don't." Louis says as he places his hand in Harry's, feeling how tense he is.

"No. I am tired of your parents always giving me the cold shoulder when we come over. This is the fifth time in seven years they have done this. This is exactly why I didnt want to come to this house. They piss me of every single time, and don't give one shit about how angry I get." Harry shouts.

He takes a deep breath in and let's it out.

"Harry calm down-" Johanna tries to speak but Harry ends up interrupting her.

"Oh now you know my fucking name? Now you know who I am? Now you know I exist? Well you know what? Its too fucking late for that now. You had your chance to remember me and you blew it. Now, I am going to go to my car and I am taking Louis with me. When you learn to show me some fucking respect, then I will come back." Harry speaks as he grabs Louis hand and tugs him towards the door.

"You have my number." Harry speaks. "Use it wisely." He growls lowly for a final time and walks out of the house slamming the door harshly.

"What the fuck was that?!" Louis shrieked.

Harry ignores Louis, stomping to the car and harshly opening the door. He slams it shut, ignoring all of Louis protests.

Until he gets in the car that is.

"I asked you a question." Louis snaps.

"I didn't give you an answer." Harry spoke dangerously low.

Harry started the car, and quickly pulled out of the driveway, almost hitting an oncoming car. The person honked their horn in rage, and stuck their middle finger out of the window. Harry being the child he is, motioned back with the same finger while also throwing in some colorful words. Louis sat in the passengers seat, looking at Harry and in shock about who hes become.

"What is your problem?" Louis snapped once more.

"I don't have a problem." Harry spoke through gritted teeth trying to keep his anger at bay.

"You have a problem and I demand to know what the fuck it is."

"Louis, let it go."

"No, tell me now."