Bad Boys Eat Twinkies || (bottom!Harry)

chapter four

Louis' after school hours consisted of picking up his sisters from daycare and middle school, and walking them all home. His two sister, Lottie and Felicite were in middle school, while Phoebe and Daisy were in daycare.

He loved and hated picking up his siblings. He loved it because they would always be so excited to see him, running up to him when they spot him standing with the other parents. Some of them even have a look of adoration when they run to him, their small arms clinging onto Louis' torso like a vice.

But it was also a bit tough cause they were so loud. While Fizzy and Lottie were talking about school and boys, Louis struggled to hold both Phoebe and Daisy's hands, the two wild children always up for a game of tag and running around Louis' legs.

And the elder ones weren't much help, either.

But he still loved his sisters, so it really didn't matter that much.

Speaking of which, Louis stood outside the preschool that the younger twins were in, waiting for them to be dismissed. The place looked nice, a white building surrounded by flowers and artwork done by young kids.

It has a pleasant vibe to it, Louis thinks.

Just then, the doors open, and a parade of young kids flood the area, some calling for their parent, others looking for teachers to board the bus. Louis moved away from the crowd of kids, trying to point out his smaller siblings with blonde curls.

He stood on his tippy toes, searching for his smaller siblings over the large crowd, until suddenly he heard a shriek of his name, followed by tiny hands wrapping around his waist.

"Louis!" The small kids hug their older brother tightly, as he laughs at how cute they both are.

"Hi, loves!" He wraps his arms around his smaller siblings, making them both giggle. As they pull away, he takes the twins' hands, Phoebe in one, Daisy in the other, walking down the street towards their home, where Fizz and Lottie are.

"So how was your day, guys?" Louis ask them, in which both girls happily gush about their day over each other's voices.

And Louis couldn't be happier.

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"Dad?"

Harry called out as he opened the door, after not seeing him right away. He slowly closed it behind him, and stripped his body of his coat and shoes.

"In here, son." His voice trailed from the living room, and he followed his voice.

Harry's dad sat in his recliner, his feet propped on the ottoman, reading the daily news. He was in his pastor attire, the black cloak draping against his propped knee, his eyes moving from left to right.

See, Harry's dad was a pastor of his church. Every Wednesday, at 4, he had Mass, which was today, so he had the whole house to himself until 6. Harry didn't really like religion, but his father didn't mind. He didn't force him to do anything he didn't want him to do, he wanted his son to have he own freedom to choose what to believe. Harry still supports him, and watches his sermon every Sunday.

"As long as hatred is not in your heart, your spirit is a holy temple." He told him.

Plus, it was only him for Harry. His mom ran off when he was barely a month old. His dad is still broken up about it, because that's the only person he ever loved, other than Harry.

But other than that, his father was the sweetest man on earth.

Now, with Harry standing in the doorway, Robin's brows were furrowed, which meant that something was wrong.