fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Fifty-One

Sorry for such a late update. I had majors writers block

Mood: Four Pink Walls by Alessia Cara

"What are you doing?" Louis asks and Harry shuts the laptop quickly.

"What? Nothing." Harry rushes out and Louis grabs his laptop and the older boy tries to keep it from him. Harry raises the laptop over his head and Louis straddles his waist, moving to reach for it. After a few seconds he gives up and slumps on Harry's lap.

"Fine. You win." Louis says. Harry grins and leans over to kiss him softly. His guard is down and that's when Louis reaches over and yanks the laptop from him.

"You sneaky bastard." Harry mutters when Louis runs off to his room. The small boy closes himself in his room and turns it on. The first thing he sees is a website he's frequented many times when he was obsessed with Harry.

Archive of Our Own.

He was reading smut.

"What the fuck, Harry?!" Louis screams.

"Eleanor showed me her website! Leave me alone!" Harry cries out and Louis laughs.

He walks back into the living room and hands Harry his laptop back.

"Why read it when you have the real thing right in front of you?" Louis asks and Harry shrugs his shoulders.

"I just wanted to know what it was." Louis rolls his eyes and takes a seat beside him. He settles under his arm and tries to find a comfortable spot. Once he's relaxed his phone rings. He groans and answers it quickly.

"Hello?"

"Lou, baby, hi!" Louis cringes at the voice.

"How the fuck did you get this number?" Louis asks Johannah.

"I just went to your work and asked for it. The people the are very nice." Johannah answers. Louis moves to hang up the phone when she starts talking again.

"I want to meet you."

"That's great. Only problem, I hate you." Harry raises an eyebrow and mouths, mum, to which Louis nods. He furrows his brows together in confusion.

"If you don't, I'll–I have pictures. Of you when you were younger. With boys." She says the word as if it's a disease, "I'll show them to the press! And I have pictures of Eleanor too! With girls! You two could lose everything."

"Congratulations. You just won worst mother of the year. You can find your award up your arse." Louis says. Harry can't help but grin. He's in love with this idiot.

"Louis Tomlinson! I am your mother!"

"I wonder if your arse is jealous with how much shit comes out of your mouth."

Harry cackles and slaps a hand over his mouth quickly to stifle his giggles. Louis playfully slaps his arm before rolling his eyes.

"If you don't meet me, I will release those pictures!" Johannah cries out.

"I just have one question. Why the fuck do you want to meet me?"

"I want to rekindle our relationship. We left each other on bad terms and I—"

"No."

"What?"

"I said no. I'm not meeting you. I'm done with you and your bullshit." Louis says and hangs up quickly. He sighs loudly, falling over Harry lap and muffling his face in his thigh.

"I hate her." He says, although it comes out sounding like I fate fer.

Harry hums, moving his hands over Louis' back, rubbing it softly.

"She wanted to meet you?" Harry asks and Louis nods. He sighs in content at the feeling of Harry's fingers massaging his back. He relaxes a bit, slumping slightly.

"Why?" Louis shrugs, not saying a word other than a hum of content.

"She threatened you, though?" Louis moves to speak when his phone goes off. He moves to answer it when Harry picks it up.

"It's a text."

"Open it." Louis answers, voice still muffled. Harry opens it to find pictures from a number he didn't recognize. The pictures were of Louis kissing Liam and another random boy, and Eleanor kissing a girl he didn't know.

"They're pictures." Harry answers. Louis groans and sits up.

"Fine!" He grumbles, taking his phone, "She wants to meet me? Fine! One time won't hurt anyone."

He dials the number that called him a few minutes ago and listens as it rings. He bites his thumbnail and Harry watches with interest. Johannah answers after the second ring.

"Boobear I'm so—"

"You want to meet? Fine. Meet me at the park by Wilson at three tomorrow. Bye."

He hangs up without another word.

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Louis mutters profanities under his breath as he waits for Johannah, rubbing his temple. A headache has formed in the last few minutes and his head felt like it was about to implode.

"Boobear."

Louis looks up to find Johannah smiling at him.

"Let's get this over with." He mutters to himself.

"Hello, person that gave birth to me and no other significant thing in my life." He answers, holding out his hand.

"Lou..."

"Listen, you wanted to 'rekindle', well, that's not going to happen. You're blackmailing me. A mother doesn't do that to her own son."

"I couldn't think of another way for you to meet me." She says, looking down.

"You don't want to meet me! You want money! You want fame! You want that? I'll give you that! I'll make sure everyone knows how much of a shit mother you are and how you completely neglected me! How you let my own father beat me! You abandoned me just because I like guys!" Louis screams, voice cracking at the end.

He could feel tears forming in his eyes and he wipes at them angrily. He will not cry. Not in front of her.

"Well you were straight then none of this would have happened!" Johannah argues back. Louis chuckles dryly, running a hand through his hair.

"You're a fucking joke."

"Language, please."

"Shit, sorry. Is my language fucking bothering you?" Louis asks. Johannah rolls her eyes.

"You're worse than before. This–this homosexuality is rotting your brain. Maybe we can—"

"Johannah! Oh my God, shut the fuck up. Listen, we met. You got what you wanted. So can you please leave me alone now?"

Louis walks off without another word, thinking about those pictures on her phone and praying for some sort of miracle.

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