SMUT AS(s) FUCK

You & I

By: XxAlphaSterekXx

Words:2305

Summary:

In which Louis' parents are trying to split him and Harry up, but Harry won't let Louis go.

Work:
Louis sat on the couch, staring up at his parents. He felt like one of those little 5 year olds when they got in trouble, like if they broke the next door neighboor's window with a baseball or something. But no, this was different.

Something more..serious. But it wasn't that serious. It wasn't like he killed some little boy, or robbed a bank and the cops where after him. All he was doing was dating someone. Someone as in Harry Styles. 

Harry Styles where what every parent wanted away from their child. Daughter or son, all of them wanted him away from their precious angels. Bullshit. Nobody knew Harry like Louis did. Louis knew the stories behind his scars, and the reason why he was like the way he was. 

Harry had tattoos littered all over his body, and a lip piercing. He was tall, about a foot taller than Louis, and lean yet built. Louis loved everything about Harry. His parents, well, they thought he was a rodent who wanted to currupt their 'innocent' little boy.

See, the Tomlinson where probably the most known family in this town. Louis' father runned a famous book-store, while his mum was the best doctor out of about like, 1000 people. Nah. More people lived here, he bet. He was never good at math, Louis.

Well, Louis was their son, and he had about a gazillion sisters. That's why everyone wanted him. To get to his hot sister, or to get in his pants, or to get their parent a place at his parents job. 

But Louis was also probably the most gorgeous boy in town. Even straight men said they would fuck him without hesitation. He had a soft, brown fringe, and beautiful blue eyes. He was short, and had a curvy body. He had a big bum, and was just, well- attractive. 

And Harry was the one to get him. 

Harry was the one to hold him at night, to caress his body. To make love to him, to protect. They where completly and utterly in love. But his parents didn't like that. 

''Mom,'' Louis whined, cutting off his mom when she started talking about Harry's ugly tattoos, which Louis loved. ''I love him. You can't stop me from loving him.'' His father scoffed. ''Rubbish. He doesn't love you,'' Louis glared at him. ''He just wants to get into your pants.''

Louis was the one to scoff this time. ''Really, dad? Really? He doesn't love me? Remember how I met him? He took me home because some dude didn't know the concept of no. He was going to hurt me, dad. Harry saved me. If he wasn't there, I could've-'' Louis' mother cut him off. ''Been killed? Think Louis- you couldn't get killled. It doesn't mater.''

''Mom!" Louis yelled. 'Murder is not a joke, stop it!'' She sighed. ''Okay, I'm sorry. But still, Harry is a bad boy, Louis.'' Louis smirked. ''May be a bad boy,'' He said, glancing at his father. ''But he has a good ass dick.'' He giggled at the end when his father stomped his foot, infruiated.

''GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!'' Louis giggled and happily got up, prancing up the stairs and into his room. He locked it and immediatly took off his skinny jeans, throwing some sweats on and taking one of Harry's shirt that he left over. 

He could still smell a faint hint of Harry's colonge, making him smile. He then jumped into his bed and snatched his phone from under his pillow. He unlocked it and saw a text from Harry. 'How'd it go with your parents? xx' Louis blushed at the X's, and replied.