taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

46.

"I haven't been in a hospital in so long." Louis said quietly as they stepped foot out of the elevator with their hands intertwined; his eyes inspected the area around him, along with the nurses, who walked past them as if they weren't even there. "I forgot that it had this strange smell to it."

"Piss?" Harry asked with interest, then tried to hold back his smile when he heard his boyfriend (ha, he will never get tired of saying that, or thinking it) snort. It had been a week later and Harry was convinced by Anne to invite Louis with him instead of pushing him away, which he had been doing, but not so much that Louis got pissed. "What are you going to say when you see her?"

"Is there anything specific you want me to say to your mother, Harry?"

Harry cleared his throat and shook his head, wondering why he was more nervous about introducing Louis to his mother than Louis was supposed to be. Maybe it was because he wanted this to go right - he wanted his mother to actually like Louis. She hadn't liked Luke the moment he opened his mouth at the dinner table, so Harry wanted this to be different.

"No, I just-- I want you to be yourself." Harry said firmly when they got to the front of Anne's room door. "Let her meet the Louis I fell in love with."

"It seems to me like you're trying to set me up with your mother. Are you getting bored of me already, sweetheart?" Louis inquired playfully, which earned him a gentle nudge in the shoulder from Harry as they finally entered the room; only to see that Anne was fast asleep in her bed, and, sure enough, there was a Spanish opera on the TV. "Looks like she got tired of waiting."

"Nope, I didn't." Anne said with her eyes closed. "Come right in, boys."

Louis was the first person to make a move towards her bed, and Harry watched in awe and adoration as his boyfriend (boyfriend, yes, if that wasn't clear before) took a seat along side of Anne's hospital bed and smiled widely, then held his hand out for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Louis and -- oh."

"Mom."

Anne had wrapped her arms around Louis' body and pulled him in for a hug; her hand pat his back softly as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear before she retracted with a grin. "You've got yourself a handsome one right here, Harry. Better looking than that other guy -- what's his name? Skywalker?"

"Luke, mom." Harry responded nervously, expecting Louis to become uneasy, but the man still had a surprised look on his face from being pulled in for the hug.

"Same thing," Anne replied with the wave of her hand, then pointed at the seat next to Louis; a sign for Harry to sit down so that he didn't have to stand by the doorway. "Tell me, how did the two of you become a thing? Harry isn't really good at being informing - only when he wants to be."

Harry wanted to protest, but Louis interrupted by speaking first. "Well, at first, Harry was the one to ask me out, but me, being stubborn, said no. Well, rather I didn't say it, but he got the idea when he read the note he sent me to write on."

Anne raised her eyebrows curiously and looked between the two. "What did the note say?"

"Anyways," Harry quickly cut in with a nervous chuckle, continuing on his own. "He cornered me in the teacher's lounge and just asked me. He started rambling on about how he forgot the post it notes he was going to use at home, and that he couldn't be bothered to wait. So, now we are a couple."

"Isn't that the cutest? What I'd do to have me a nice man. I suppose it's too late now, though." Anne joked, causing Harry's face to drop, which Louis swiftly took notice of.