"I'm home mum."
"In the kitchen, love."
"Hi." Harry hugs Anne.
"Hello, Harry. How was your sleepover? And what did you do today?"
"It was good mum. I told Louis about- about everything."
"Oh honey-"
"It's okay. He took it really well."
"That is great sweetheart. Louis is really lovely."
"Mum?"
"Yes, darling?" She pushes her hair back.
"I think- I think I love him ma. I think I love Louis."
"Oh baby. I- I don't know what to say." She washes her hands.
"I- mum- I don't know what to do."
"Talk to him, darling. He seems to love you as much as you love him."
"You think?"
"I know." She ruffles his hair.
-x-
"Louis William Tomlinson."
Louis closes his books and turns around on his chair. "That's my name. How can I help you mum?" He takes off his glasses.
"What is going on with you?" She sits down on his bed.
"What do you mean?" He yawns rubbing his hands on his face.
"Harry." She says simply.
"What about him?"
"What is going on with the two of you?"
"Nothing, why?" Louis asks.
"I'm your mother, Louis. I know you. I've seen how you look at the boy."
"What are you implying Ma?"
"You like him, don't you?"
"Of course I do. Don't you?"
"I do. He's a very sweet child. But I don't like him the way you do."
"Mum, he's my friend."
"I know that... But you want him to be more, don't you?" She edges towards him.
"No, what? That's, pffft that's absurd." Louis laughs nervously.
"Louis... Mothers know everything."
"Yeah okay fine. I want him to be more so what?"
"So you ask him to be more."
"Ma come on I'm not discussing Harry with you."
"Why boobear?"
"Oh god don't call me that!" He hides his face in his hands.
"Okay okay I'm sorry. Now tell me, why won't you discuss Harry with me?"
"Because it's too weird."
"Louis don't be silly, you've always told me everything. Now if you don't want to that's a different thing."
"What? No? You know I tell you everything ma. Fine, okay. I- I kind of love Harry. And I uh planned on asking him out after our music thing."
"That's wonderful baby. When is your music thing?"
"Next week. We have rehearsal all day after school tomorrow."
-x-
"Harry, man we can't afford this anymore. The performance is in a week. You gotta sing." Josh says even before we begin practice.
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Broken- A Larry Stylinson AU
Fanfiction"He's a delicate thing. Like a rose. He's gorgeous but he has his thorns. Fresh as dew. I just want to bundle him up in warmth and keep him happy, always." Cover credits to @harryonmen on Twitter © larryslittlest 2015. All rights reserved
