Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 8

While Louis' mother was having coffee with her friends, Louis was making sure that the house was spick and span. After all, his boyfriend was coming round. It took Louis around 60 seconds to persuade her to let him come, and then she said she may as well make them dinner - hence why she's made an afternoon dedicated to catch up and buy ingredients.

It was 5, Harry was coming at 7.

"Oh sugar, clothes!" Louis stressed. He ran out of the house to Liam's.

Harry was also stressing. Even though Louis' mother thought that Harry and his lover were just friends, it was still 'meeting the parents', or in his case, 'parent'. Harry had already thought up of a picture: that Louis' mum was a butch-looking smoker with long, greasy hair and tattoos all over. He knew he was over-reacting though, of course.

He decided against dressing too smartly, as she may get the wrong idea, so he decided to wear what he'd usually wear if he went to a mates' house. Skinny jeans and a sweater. That'll do - oh, and not too much deodorant, or it will look like (or smell like) he wants to impress.

Best manners Harry, he thought. And so he headed out the door to get some wine.

After paying for a cheap bottle of wine that looked posh, he walked out the corner shop and strolled back to his house. Then came a too-familiar voice.

"'Ite, mate?" It was Dudley. He had walked pretty much into Dudley.

"Alright, mate? Long time no see." He switched to a low social-standard voice.

"Too right, init guys?"

"Yeah." Dudley's minions started swarming around Harry from all sides. He was well and truly trapped.

"So who is dis new friend of your's? Are you going to... introduce him to your family? 'Cos I thought we were your family..."

Harry was cornered. "You are." But this didn't help. Dudley face turned sour- no, evil...

"Do not lie to me, boy. I took you in. I respected you. Now you're off with that... that faggot!" He spat.

"Do not talk about Louis like that!" Harry heard himself say. He now found himself squaring up to Dudley. "Move out of my way, 'brother'."

To Harry's surprise, Dudley moved to his right. Harry advanced warily, looking behind him, looking at his old friends, looking scared. When he turned a corner, he ran all the way back to his house and bolted the door behind him, collapsing on to the mat once he had done so.

30 seconds earlier, Louis came out of a different shop, which sold better wine, and bought a bottle. He was on the way home when he saw Harry scurry in to his house, looking very flustered. Louis frowned and went up to the door.

Knock knock.

"Just go away, Dudley."

"Harry?" Louis called. "Open up, you're starting to scare me."

Harry shuddered at the thought of the gang right behind his boyfriend, so he unbolted the door and let Louis in, hurriedly bolting it back up again. Harry then pulled Louis in to a tight hug.

"Harry... what's the matter?" Louis caressed Harry's cheek once they pulled away.

"It's my old friends... they've seen us... I'm sure of it."

"Oh for Christ's sake..." Then Louis realised he was making it worse. "Look... don't worry. We've got each other... nothing's gonna change that. Come round early, I'm sure my mum's back by now. We'll go through your back door and down the alleyway that leads to my house... c'mon." Louis snaked an arm around Harry's waist and kissed his head.

"Wait." Harry picked up the bag with his wine in it.

"Aha... that makes two." Louis pulled up his own bag to emphasise.

They were nearly at Louis' back door when Louis straightened Harry up.

"Now listen to me, don't act like this in front of her. She's an expert on picking up on these sorts of things. Just relax - my mum's an amazing woman, you'll love her. And remember, don't put your hands anywhere you shouldn't do in front of her..."

Harry giggled. "Can we have one last kiss to get me through the night?"

Louis smirked. "You don't even need to ask..." Louis leaned forward, slightly down to Harry, to capture his lips in a kiss. Harry's hands moved on to Louis' hips... then further down. Louis let out a slight moan. Harry pulled away a bit.

"You're arse is so sexy it's unreal." Harry slightly pinched.

"Ow..." They kissed again. "Let's go in." And so they took a distance between each other and walked through the back door, walked across the small garden and through the patio.