Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

t w e n t y - f i v e

"So when did you guys actually meet?" Harry's mum asks and I roll my eyes, knowing this is going to be a very long night.

Harry fidgets with the bottom of his shirt while talking, "About 2 months ago. He offered to be my friend when I moved schools."

I slightly hear Dad say 'I wish it had stayed like that,' but I am not certain, so I keep my mouth shut. Harry's mum smiles, taking a sip of the tea that my mum made for her.

"Does Harry have a job?" My mum asks and Harry's mum nods. "See Louis, you really should get a job. You're 18, we can't keep paying your fees like that."

"Yeah, try and get one before college." My dad says. I roll my eyes, sinking into my chair. "So Harry, where's your dad?" I see Harry and his mum stiffen slightly. I knew why, seeing as though he divorced Harry's mum a few years back.

I give Dad a little glare before fiddling with the spoon in my tea cup.

"He left us a few years ago." Harry says, brushing his hair out of his face. My Dad decides to drop it when he says that and the room becomes quiet, in a sort of awkward silence.

After a few minutes, our parents are back to talking and I tap Harry's leg. He looks up and I signal for him to get up. He nods and he follows me to my room.

"Let's get outta here." I say, putting on my shoes and pulling a hoodie over my arms. "They won't even care to be honest. It was getting hella awkward there."

Harry laughs before pulling on his own shoes, which he had conveniently placed in my room. He takes my hand and I can't help my cheeks becoming a little hot.

We both quietly creep out of my room, cringing at the amount of noise my door makes when you try and open it and how loud the floor boards are.

Eventually we make it to the back door without being noticed. Slowly, I unlock the door, keeping the key with myself and we both sneak outside. I lock the door behind me, hoping that the sound doesn't attract any attention.

We both run out of the house, to my car which is parked a little further away, because I may or may not have planned it.

We both can't help but laugh like a bunch of hooligans at the fact that we just ran away from the family dinner. To be honest, I'm 18 and this is the most rebellious thing I have ever done.

We make it to my car and hop in, as I rev the engine and zoom off towards a dinner I had booked. Yes, I had planned another date with Harry.

"I just realised something." Harry pipes up beside me. I raise an eyebrow, hoping he can see it. "You're technically a paedophile because I'm 17."

"That doesn't count. You're pretty much 18." I say, laughing at his random thoughts.

"Technically you're turning 19 in a few weeks, so you're going to be way older than me." Harry says and I roll my eyes, forgetting that my birthday is actually in 2 weeks."

"Whatever. No need to rub it in." I say, speeding up a little as the speed limit went up. "Wait! What are you thinking of doing for your 18th?"

"I don't know honestly." Harry begins. "My mum will probably plan something as a surprise. Why? What were you thinking?"

"I wanted to do something special." I say, not giving him any further indication, which seems to annoy him.

He starts wriggling in his chair. "Tell me! Don't do this. I can't take you and my mum being dicks." He whines.

I just laugh at him, turning onto the lane where the restaurant is. "Well, I don't think you'll be happy to hear that I'm not telling you where we're going either."

"Louis!" He complains. I tell him to stop shaking the car, which he does, but ends up complaining even more, which I regret saying now. "Are you going to murder me?"

"Yeah, I am." I say, stepping on the accelerator just to scare him a little. He lets out a little yelp, holding onto the hand rest and I chuckle at him, holding the break down a little and slowing us back to a normal speed.

We eventually reach the restaurant and I see Harry's mouth drop.

"Louis! We can't go here. It's too expensive." He says, trying to get me to turn around. I shake my head.

"Nope, I reserved a table and there's parking right here so you're either coming with me or walking home." I say and he sighs as I park the car. He gets out of the car as I do and I walk over to his side.

He leans down and pulls me unexpectedly into a hug. I hug him back, slightly confused. "Uh what was that for?"

"Can't I hug my boyfriend?" Harry says and I feel all tingly hearing the word. He chuckles, letting go of me and pulling me by my hand out of the car park. We end up skipping to restaurant, not worrying about the weird looks we're getting.

We decide to stop when we reach the premises of the restaurant because we'd rather not be kicked out.

I open the door for Harry, being the gentleman I am and he chuckles. "Cheers!" He says, tipping his imaginary hat.

I laugh and follow him in, waiting for the hostess to come ask for our names.

"Hey, I have a reservation under Louis for 2." I say and she looks on her sheet. Nodding with a small smile, she looks up to us.

"Right this way sir."