Louis Tomlinson is a wealthy college student, who owns a flat building in New York.
Harry Styles and Niall Horan are both from London. Niall was born in Ireland, however. The two get accepted to NYU and decide to take the opportunity, going to New Y...
Harold gave him a surprised look and Louis couldn't blame him. Although the two have talked on the phone numerous times, he never had a personal conversation with him. The only person that knew about the man before Eleanor was Liam. Louis couldn't figure out why he told this man something so sacred to him.
Maybe it's because Harold was a spitting image of his Harry.
"Wow, you—you...." Harold stuttered, looking at Louis. "You used to be g—date boys?"
Louis nodded, not tearing his eyes away from Harry who was still sleep. "I want to date your son. I want to treat him right, Harold." Louis said. "But, I feel like I can't leave her."
"Why is that?" Harold said, biting his lip. He was trying to conceal his anger. He didn't want his son hurt.
"Well, my dad..." Louis said, looking down at his hands. "He wasn't so...supportive of my sexual orientation. No one was supportive, but they at least faked it. He didn't. He used to....beat me."
Harold's eyes went wide. "Because you were attracted to men?" Harold said, his mouth open. "Really?"
Louis nodded, tearing up. "I was so in love with him, sir. You can't even imagine what he did." Louis broke down. "I—I, gosh I'm so pathetic. I wanna be a good man to your son. I want to be with him. I can't."
"So why are you telling me this?" Harold said, trying hard to contain his anger, once again. "My son obviously likes you and if I find out you hurt him-"
Louis stood up, inching closer to Harold. He gave the older man a pleading look. "Don't get mad at me. Please." Louis' lip quivered. "Not when you look like him when he's mad."
Harold's face softened when he realized that Louis was actually beating himself up over this. He stood up and let Louis silently cry into his suit. Harold was a compassionate person. When people that he cares about are hurt, he's there. In this case, Harry cares about Louis. Louis cares about Harry. That was enough for Harold to wipe away Louis' tears and make him look at him.
Harold watched Louis stare at Harry who was still snuggled into Liam, snoring lightly. "The first thing you need to do is get the girlfriend thing situated. After that, you deal with coming clean to my son." Harold said in a serious tone. Louis was about to interject, but Harold stopped him. "Start with the way your dad was and ease him into the boyfriend thing. Then tell him what you want. If that's Harry, tell him. My son is strong, he gets it from me."
Louis and Harold laughed, sitting back in their seats. Louis wiped his tears fast as he saw Harry turn in his sleep. Harry slowly woke up and called out into the dim room.
"Louis?"
"I'm here, love."
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Louis could see Harry's smile in the dark. Harry turned back into Liam's underarm and slowly went back to sleep. Harold pursed his lips, smirking at the two.
