The Family Reunion (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Still Harry's POV:

"Marcel Edward Styles!" My grandma booms. I jump in harmony with Louis, but I don't let go of my grip around his waist. He's tries to pull away from me, then realizes it doesn't matter. We've been caught.

"Meemaw...." I say to her because I don't know what to say. She just saw both of her grandsons get cast into the depths of hell. The deepest, darkest, more miserable depths of hell that they knew they were going to call home before they even met.

"Meemaw?" Louis looked at me trying to hold back his laugh.

"That's what I call her...." I say under my breath.

"What in God's name are you two doing?!?!" She screams throwing her hands up. For an old lady, she has a powerful voice. I pull away from Louis now and scratch the back of my neck look for a response.

"I-" I began. Louis cut me off.

"I started it.....I mean, I kissed him first. I sort of made him," Louis said. I looked at him with so much love and lust, I couldn't explain. But he really didn't have to back me up.

"Why on earth would you do that, Louis?! Do you know you two are cousins?!?!"

Louis opened his mouth, but I spoke.

"Oh my god....no we didn't know!" I look at Louis so he can catch on. He looks confused at first, like 'ummm I know I sucked my cousin's dick and I'm proud," but then he played along.

"I thought Ha- um...Marcel was just a friend of...uh, the family. We had no idea..."

"How could you NOT KNOW?"

"It didn't come up!" Harry said.

"Too busy snogging a boy? Now Louis, I know that you've always been trouble and so has Elizabeth; never showing up to a family reunion. But as for you, Marcel; You should know better."

"Meemaw....."

"Being gay is a sin. You need Jesus. And take that filthy black shirt off."

She takes me by the hand and pulls me away from Louis who tries to grab hold of my arm, but gives up. I don't even look at him as I'm being dragged out the door. I can't.

Louis' POV:

I don't know what to do, so I wait in the guest bedroom until Harry gets back. Somewhere in between waiting, Niall wanders in.

"You know where Harry is?" Niall asked.

"I don't know. He's somewhere with his grandma."

"Oh....."

"Niall, um....can I ask you something?" I say nervously.

"Sure."

"You know Harry really well, right?"

"Yep."

"Do you know....really really personal things?" I bite at my fingernails.

"Like...." Niall looks confused.

"Like....things he wouldn't want other people to know because people would hate him."

"Well...." He taps his chin, "sometimes I think that he's gay. But I could be wrong."

Okay. So he has the idea. I was afraid he didn't know and was going to he awfully surprised if he ever found out he basically slept with his cousin. A guy.