7. Why do you hate it? (Mature)

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A/N: I'm back! Here's the new chapter, hope you like it!

Larry fluff and smut....hmmmmmm.....

No note this chapter...but something goes on that should make you think about who may be leaving the notes.

Dedicated to my love, my wife, @dontletbreego xx.

~Hunter xx.

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Louis POV

We reached Harry’s house and I was beyond nervous with meeting his family. I mean, I don’t even know how he will introduce me. Will he say I’m his boyfriend or just a friend? I sighed quite loudly and I saw out from the corner of my eyes that Harry’s face was mixed with confusion.

“Lou, don’t be nervous my family will love you. I sort of already told them about you.” My heart starts to beat out of my chest, what has he been telling them? Harry must have seen my panic as my whole body stiffened since I was grasping his hands. I started to panic and Harry pulled the car over to the side.

He puts the car in park and turns to face me. He grabs my face in his hands and looks directly into my eyes, “Lou, you don’t need to panic. Everything that I told my family was everything that made you who you are. I never told them about your problems and I never will, unless you want me to,” I shook my head frantically, I don’t want them to hate me before they get to know the real me, “Alright, I wasn’t even thinking about to tell them. If they were to ever ask I would tell them to let you talk first. Sound good?” I nod my head and Harry kisses the top of my head sweetly before capturing my lips in a heartwarming soft kiss.

He breaks away and sets his forehead to mine and looks deeply into my eyes. I looked into those heavenly green eyes and I saw something that I never saw in anyone else’s eyes. I saw the pure love that he has toward me. You must be wondering how I can tell, well it’s all in his eyes. They change different shades of green with his emotions. When you get the chance to look at them as much as I do you’ll notice the many different shades.

“You alright?” He asks still not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I send him an award winning smile and he takes his hands off my face. He puts the car in gear and continues to drive to his house while holding my hand tracing circles with his thumb on the back of my hand.

After a few more minutes of driving Harry finally pulls into a small driveway. I look to the house that is sat somewhat back further and it’s huge. His house literally makes mine look like a shack and no I’m being quite serious.

“You live here?”

“Yeah, my great-grandfather invented some toy and a company that my father owns now. This was the inheritance that was left to our family; a whole amount of like 500 million pounds or summat.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, don’t forget all that inflation and stuff. Back then it was probably like 500,000 pounds but as the years go on the money value increased. So this is my life, which I hate so much.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“Because my father is barely home, I get zero privacy because of all of the servants and what not. Plus I hate my step-mother with a cold hearted passion.”

“Why do you hate her...if you don’t mind me asking...”

“Nahh, I like to be straight forward. She made my father break up with my mother. And I know you’re about to ask why and she basically manipulated him. She said all these things about my mother that was never true and that she was stealing from the company, when in reality it was the evil witch. She’s a greedy fucking gold digger.”

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