"Louis get your little British butt here right now!" My mum yells from the lounge room next door to where I am and I groan in annoyance before walking into the room, irritated that I didn't get to finish the last 5 seconds of the video I as watching.
"Big British butt." I correct, raising my eyebrows and lifting up my finger, while walking into the room and my mum rolls her eyes.
"Sure." She says before sitting me down and telling me what she was yelling so much about. "Now, we have to talk."
I stiffen a little. The last time she said that we had to talk was when Niall came over to my house when my parents weren't home, pissed drunk, and threw a party for about 100 people without telling my mum.
"Shoot." I say, sinking into the chair because I know I'm gonna be here for a while, might as well get comfy.
"Well, I just wanted to check that you got home safely last night and not with some drug dealer or something so I went and checked the security cameras and guess what I saw?" She says and my face turns a light shade of red.
Shit, she knows. She knows about Harry and she knows that he's a guy.
Uh, maybe I can pretend he was a girl? His hair's long enough. Well not really, but I can be like, he's an emo kid or something.
That wouldn't work would it?
"Uh... a small Louis going into the house?" I say innocently, looking up at the ceiling.
"Actually, I saw a small Louis with a small Harry, kissing on the lawn." She says and I take a deep breath.
But then I realise, how does she know Harry? I mean, I've never told her about him or anything so...
"How do you know Harry?" I end up asking and she shakes her head with a little chuckle.
"Dodging the question, are we? You know Zayn, his mum works with me?" She asks and I nod in response. "Harry and Zayn are neighbours, I met him and his mum a few days ago for coffee with Zayn's mum. Anyways, Louis, why didn't you tell me you liked boys? I don't mind, it's just, you used to tell me everything."
"Never came up in conversation." I say with a shrug and start getting up to get out of the room before things become more awkward than they already are.
Truth is, I thought she wouldn't accept me. I once heard her talking on the phone about how devastated she would be if her son was gay and I didn't want to disappoint her.
"Oh come on. I know when you're lying. Tell me Boobear." She says, her face full of concern. I sigh and shake my head, leaving the room quickly.
I bet she does care, unlike what she said, she's just lying.
She follows me out of the room, and taps me on the shoulder. "Tell me please. I'm your mother, I spent hours in labour for you so spill." She says, becoming a little more stern in her manner.
"It's just, I heard you on the phone to Aunt Christine once and you were saying how you'd be upset if one of your children were gay and I didn't want to disappoint you." I say quickly and she gives me a sympathetic look and pulls me into a hug.
"I would never love you any less, no matter what would happen and you definitely didn't disappoint me. Love is love Boo. You know how Aunt Christine is. If I defended you, she would have gone crazy, none of what I said is true. I love you the same no matter what." She says as we both pull away from the hug and I smile and nod.
"Thanks mum." I say before walking into my room and closing the door.
I pick up my phone and log into Kik.
You: yo Horton
Styles1993: YOOOO!!!
You: Someone's haPPY
Styles1993: Because you're cool to talk to.
You: u know what else is cool
Styles1993: Please don't say your dick.
You: I KISSED HARRY AND HE LIKES ME BACK AND I'M MELTING INTO A PUDDLE OF RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS AND PRETTY LITTLE FLOWERS AND MY FACE IS TURNING RED THINKING ABOUT IT AND I WANNA EAT A MARS BAR BUT MY MUM SAID SHE'S NOT GONNA BUY ANYMORE BECAUSE SHE THINKS I HAVE A MENTAL ISSUE WITH THE AMOUNT I ATE YESTERDAY
Styles1993: Wow... That's a rood mum.
Styles1993: Also, OMG GOOD JOB!
You: WE'RE GONNA GET MARRIED WITH LITTLE SMOL CHILDREN
You: WOULD THEY BE SMOL LIKE ME OR GIANT LIKE HARRY
Styles1993: Technically it'd depend on who's sperm you are going to donate. Unless you've found a way to get a man pregnant.
You: my stomach's so big, I might even be pregnant LEL
Styles1993: You're so small, how could you be pregnant.
Styles1993: Lel!
You: No... that's my thing
Styles1993: Sorry!
You: JUST LIKE THE SHERBERTTTTT
Styles1993: I think kissing Harry has made you high.
You: YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, THIS IS WAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE HIGH
Styles1993: You should know.
You: UR SO SAVAGE MATE
You: CALLING ME A DRUGGY HUH?
Styles1993: Pretty much. :P
You: WELL I AM A DRUG VIRGIN AS A MATTER OF FACT
Styles1993: You've never had medicine?
You: THAT DOESN'T COUNT BUM
Styles1993: Yeah whatever. XD
Styles1993: Wanna hear a new joke?
You: I don't think I have a choice.
Styles1993: Knock knock!
You: I was right, I haven't a choice
You: whos there
Styles1993: Atch!
You: atch who
Styles1993: Bless you!!!
Styles1993: Did you laugh?
Styles1993: Louis?
Styles1993: Fine.
Styles1993: Bye!
school holidays r very boring
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Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)
FanfictionIn which a boy refuses to send a picture of himself to another kik user but then is in for a surprise in the real world.
