Edge of Seventeen Larry AU

Mr. Tomlinson.

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. Tomlinson. 

Louis' place is stunning, somehow Louis managed to get the kitchen almost done. But there is a whole lot to unpack, install, to piece together etc. 

Louis welcomes Harry and Anne in a sunny day, he opens the door and greets them with a drink in his hand. 

"Welcome, come in, come in." Louis steps aside. "Sorry, I must host this in the backyard, 's the only place that looks presentable. Aside from all the gardening I need to work on, because it does not look any close to what I have in my head." Louis walks with them and slides open the glass door.

"Oh my god, it's so pretty. It reminds me of the first time I got to see the garden of our house when we moved." Anne says. 

The pools looks marvellous with all that shiny water, and the grass is so green. On the left you can spot a brand new glass table surrounded by bright white garden chairs, all under a creamy tent to protect from the sun.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about a green house, I don't know yet. A fountain over there... and I guess i'd like a couple of tress. Not really sure, but well I've got time to think..." Anne turns to admire the house, sure it is a beauty. Anne is fascinated, and so is Harry, but it doesn't seem to be for the same reason.

Harry whistles at the sight... of Mr. Tomlison... 's house. But he is looking right a Mr. Tomlinson when he picks up a tray with orange juice and walks over to Anne. Those shorts are doing a great job showing off those smooth and tan legs. When Louis hears the whistle he turns his head and looks over his shoulder at Harry, the tall lad walks towards them and without breaking the eye contact, he grabs a glass and brings it to his lips.

...

Later on the three of them are sitting, the table is filled with fresh fruit, juice, coffee and tea. Toast, butter, bacon and sausages, biscuits and all kinds of stuff. Louis is sitting his crossed legs, holding a cup of chamomile tea and smiling at Anne as she rants about her husband's trips.

"... he is in Tokio right now. He sort of wanted Harry and I to go spend the summer there, but there are so many things in here that I'm preparing, hosting, and you know. The thing is that we are a very close neighborhood, and since it's summer we organize all kinds of activities for weekends, Friday barbeques, brunches... I'm sure the girls will love you..." 

Harry rolls his eyes as he butters a piece of toast, by "girls" his mother means the other housewives with rich housbands that got nothing to do with their lives so they start all sorts of clubs and reunite for coffee every two days. All ready to put their noses where they don't belong.

Harry snaps out of his thoughts and he hears Mr. Tomlinson's laugh.

"I need to use the lady's room." 

"Oh yeah, right down the hall, just past the studio."

"Thank you. Why don't you tell Mr. Tomlinson here about your NYU plans." Anne winks at Louis as she stands up.

"Louis." Louis smiles at Harry.

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry asks.

"No need for the 'Mr.' thing," Louis laughs a little, "not used to it. I'm Louis." he admits.

Harry stays quiet and gulps as Louis stands up, shaking his hips a little as the walks to another small table that Harry noticed until then, he watches as Louis grabs a cut glass whiskey container and he is about to pour it into a glass when he does that thing again, that thing where he looks over his thin shoulder with those mocking eyes.