Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

"So tell me about your siblings. You don't talk about them much." Louis says as he drives to my old house.

"Well, there's Ali, she's the oldest. Then me, then Marissa, then Jason. Ali is twenty three, Marissa is ten, and Jason is six." I explain, biting my lip.

Damn. I hope I covered up these hickeys good enough. Yeah, hickeys. Plural.

"Why's there such a big age gap?" Louis asks, his thumb running over the back of my hand.

"Uh, I'm not sure. Just happened that way. Me and Ali always joke that the two little ones are accidents."

Hopefully Louis will buy that lie. But he didn't look convinced.

Why is my mum texting me? I'm going to see her in five minutes anyway.

From Mum
Just so I know. Does Louis know about your real dad?

To Mum
No! DO NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT DUMB ASSHOLE

From Mum
Ahhhhhhh! With the cussing! Stop it! I understand your hatred for him because mine is just the same as yours and Ali's, but you don't need to cuss.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. My mum is so old fashioned.

"Are you still nervous?" I ask Louis, placing my hand atop our entwined ones.

"Yeah." Louis breathes out, parking in front of my house.

"Baby, please don't be." I say, resting my hand on his cheek. "My mum isn't bad. All she wants to know is what you're like. She wants to get to know you. And as long as she knows I'm happy being with you, which I am, then she'll be completely fine, okay? Please don't worry."

Louis finally nods. "Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." I peck his lips, sighing. "Now let's go."

I knock on the door as Louis' arm wraps around my waist. "By the way, you look cute today."

I was only wearing an oversized mint sweater that falls of my shoulder- which exposes my feather tattoo on my collarbone- and skinny jeans.

"Thank you." I blush, squeezing his hands.

Mum answers the door with a huge grin. "Kylie! Oh, and Louis! Come in, my dears."

"Hi Mrs. Harper." Louis smiles charmingly as my mum pulls him into a hug.

"Oh, please. Don't call me that. Call me Julie." Mum insists. "Now come inside. I'm making some tea."

I grab Louis' hand and lead him into the kitchen, sitting him on a barstool beside me. He rests his hand on my knee, under the table.

Mum distributes a cup of tea to the both of us before sitting across the counter. "So tell me a bit about yourself Louis. What do you like to do? Besides singing in your band."

I bang my head against the counter.

"Oh hush, Kylie." Mum scolds.

"Well, I like football." Louis says slowly.

I quickly butt in with something to annoy my mum. "And he actually watches Disney movies with me. And he doesn't complain like the rest of you people."

"I quite enjoy Disney as well." Louis chuckles.

My family was never very keen on Disney when I was a child. Just because of happily ever after and all the crap. We have my real dad to thank for us not believing in happy endings.

"I don't see the appeal in Disney movies, honestly." Mum sighs, sipping her tea. "Like, it's so improbable that a teenager can shoot ice out of her hands."

"Mum." I sigh, shaking my head at her. I turn my head to Louis. "You see what I've put up with my whole life?"

Mum drops the Disney subject after that. "Louis, ever been arrested?"

Oh god.

"Nope." He replies quickly, squeezing my hand quickly.

"That's good." Mum nods. "And what are your intentions with dating my daughter?"

"Just to make her happy. And make her feel loved."

Alright, that was super sweet. But that last one was totally a reference to sex.

I swiftly kick his leg under the table, and his face doesn't falter. Mum grins.

"Good answer." She nods. "And do you like kids?"

"I love kids. I have a few little sisters myself so I've grown up around them." Louis seems to be getting more comfortable now, which is quite good.

"And you travel a lot, yeah?"

"Unfortunately. It just comes with the job. Traveling a lot for touring and interviews and such." Louis sighs.

"But I travel a lot too." I add, biting the inside of my cheek.

"And I see you've got some tattoos." Mum says, almost rudely.

"Mum."

"Yeah, I've got a couple." Louis answers, looking at his inked arms.

"I have a feeling you know about my hatred for tattoos." Mum snaps.

"I've heard a few times, yes." Louis says, nervousness laced in his voice.

"And do you have stories behind your tattoos? Anything special about any of them?"

"A lot of them are special." Louis replies. "Things that mean a lot to me, like family. I don't think I'd ever wanna get something permanently inked on my body that would just be absolute shenanigans."

"Good, good."