Youtubers [larry au] (boyxboy)

Chapter 31

On Christmas Eve, the day before Christmas and Louis Tomlinson's birthday, Penelope and her dad came over for tasty turkey dinner as planned. They came over last year and the year before that, so it was kind of like a sweet tradition.

Anne was thrilled to see them, of course, and invited them inside as quickly as she could when they had knocked on the door. It was freezing outside, therefore she had felt very bad for the poor family who were standing on the other side of their door... (even though they had only stood there for ten seconds.)

Harry knew she had a thing for Penelope's dad. His name was in fact Jonathan, and he always flirted with his mother and kissed the back of her hand every chance he got. Harry tried not to grimaze every time he was in witness of those moments. He really tried. Penelope was worse though, with her cries of 'gross' and 'ew' that her dad always silenced as soon as they were heard from the dinner table.

Louis, who could care less about his birthday (and had still not gotten his present from Harry), was in a fit of giggles when the little girl told random crazy stories with the most serious expression on her face, and how she imitated the people from her class she hated. Louis found Penelope really cute, and Harry found Louis really cute.

Jonathan was sitting at the table with the other three (Penelope, Harry and Louis), a little bit distressed because he had wanted to help Anne with all the food and the setting of the table. She had said 'no', obviously.

"I like your pretty Lou, Harry!" Penelope squealed from her seat next to her dad after Louis had said she was a cute little princess, "he is very beautiful and very sweet like honey."

Louis was blushing at the girl's words, but Harry only smirked in reply and kissed his boyfriend's cheek in appreciation. They were seated in front of the two by the small table, their hands entwined. Penelope was watching the interaction, and surprisingly, she was not screaming 'gross' or 'ew' this time. Her dad was quite shocked.

"Can I have a girlfriend too, papa?" she suddenly asked, her sad eyes set on her father as she frequently glanced at the two pretty boys. Louis was beaming, and held Harry's hand tighter when the girl was beginning to stare at them. "I want a girlfriend."

Jonathan chuckled, and brought his soft hand down to his daughter so he could run his fingers through her auburn hair. He wasn't surprised at his daughter's interest in girls rather than boys, and he definitely didn't mind. All he wanted was for her to be herself. "Baby, of course you can have a girlfriend. Can I ask, why not boys?"

"They're yucky, and are always mean to me. A girl in my class always defends me and kisses my cheek whenever she wants to," Penelope giggled, and played with her father's hand on her head. "Her name is Samantha. She is so sweet to me. She even holds my hand when I'm scared, and brushes my hair away from my eyes when I can't see. I think I love her, daddy."

Louis cooed, his bright smile lighting up everyone's eyes in the room, even Anne who was listening from the kitchen. Harry kissed Louis again, but this time on the lips. It was soft and quick, but Louis' cheeks nevertheless again turned scarlet. He always flushed at the smallest things, and Harry loved it.

Jonathan was watching his daughter with curious eyes, though with a big smile tugging on his lips. He was so happy for her, but he still wanted to teach those boys a lesson about bullying his little Penny girl.

Penelope looked at her dad instantly when she sensed he was staring at her. "Why are you looking at me all funny, papa?" A puzzled expression appeared on her face when her father didn't say anything back, and that made her a bit afraid of what was going to happen next.

A few days ago, after cuddling with Angelina at the playground, a boy called Dennis told her being with Samantha wasn't good. An angry Penelope asked why, but the boy only told her that it was gross and a sin. She didn't know what a sin was, but apparently it was something bad by the sound of it. Being bad was the last thing she wanted, and she didn't want her daddy to be mad.