Louis Tomlinson recently moves to the neighborhood. Sun kissed, high cheekbones, blue eyed, pouty lips. The 31 year old becomes a hot topic to the gossiping around when he arrives on his own to the most expensive and big house in California.
Harry S...
So just walks to Louis to the table. He knows people are staring. Louis knows. They know. It feels weird down Louis' tummy. A burning feeling on the pit of his stomach. And suddenly he feels like crying, he feels exposed.
And Harry knows, imagines. He sensed it first when his mother was being a pain in the ass, walking around Louis' house, asking, wanting to know everything. And he hates to belong to a community who won't let anyone breathe.
He knows that even if he's Anne's son, they've been talking about what happened when he had a party. About Anne having to go pick him up. How can his mother stick with these kind of people? They think they are the perfect american family.
Louis unconsciously grips his hand, and awkwardly greets Anne, who looks oblivious to the whole situation, smiling and waving.
Harry tilts his head and gives Anne stare, Harry cocks his head in direction of the photo and gives Anne an annoyed look.
Harry lets go of Louis' hand, and leans to whisper to Anne.
"He came here to get away from all of that, how could you mom?" Harry says sternly and annoyed.
Anne smiles to Louis, who looks like a lost puppy, and ignores what Harry has to say. She just walks towards Louis and grabs him by the arm, dragging him to the big crowd.
"Louis, welcome to your new family. Your new neighborhood. ¡Hello everyone! We have here finally, lovely Louis." Louis smiled tightly and looked down at his shoes.
"Thank you Anne, you've been nothing but lovely since I first arrived." Louis tries to be as polite, tries to make "friends" and not enemies. He doesn't need that.
Louis is sitting holding a glass of red wine, alone. But not for long, Louis sits, stares into his glass and he looks up to see a mass of women staring at him, all curious sort of... fake if you asked Louis.
They all start asking questions, and really, Louis tries to be polite. But then, he's in the middle of a sentence, the same story about being too young and that, he had been looking out for Harry , but he just realized, so when Harry came out of the house carrying out what looked like a heavy casserol. And just as quick as he left it on the table, went back inside to get a cooler full of sodas and beer.
He realized he was staring and before the ladies surrounding him could notice nor comment, he kept answering every intruding question.
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He couldn't really help the feeling that washed over him when he saw Harry, it made him feel sort of safe.
And weird.
He kept telling himself that it had to be normal because he was a familiar face, and he was a sweet boy.
