Two more days until all exams are over and I can go back to regular updates! I made it longer than normal to substitute for being absent.
Louis had now been working for Harry for a month... during those four weeks, he has come to an unfortunate realisation... well, he considers it sad.
He is crushing on Harry.
Not just a school boy crush, an 'I will do anything you ask I love you so much' kind of crush. He laughs at everything Harry says, blushes at the slightest touch, says yes to Harry's every demand...
Now, this wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that Louis and Harry live in two different worlds. Harry is beautiful and wealthy; he lives a life of luxury. Whereas Louis is lives a poor life in the outer suburbs. Not to mention Louis is 16, and Harry is 23... as if Harry would ever seek romance from a teenage drop out.
Similarly, as far as Louis is aware Harry is straight. After all, he has a child.
It will just never happen.
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"Hello, Louis." Harry smiles cheekily. The small boy is shocked to see the curly haired man standing on his porch, looking beautiful in his custom Alexander Mcqueen white leopard print suit.
It looks ridiculous, yet somehow Harry looks smashing in the bright luxury fashion item.
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"Ha-harry? What are you doing here?" Over the month Louis had also taken to calling Harry by his first name, they were friends now; so it would be weird if the small boy continued to call him Sir.
Yet, the innocent sixteen-year-old still has fantasies of calling Harry sir... maybe even daddy in the bedroom. But those are for his imagination only.
"Happppy birthday!" Harry raises his voice in a playful manner as he wiggles his hands, creating 'jazz hands'. Louis of course, giggles.
It is Christmas Eve - Louis' birthday, and to say he is shocked is an understatement. He had only told Harry the date of his birth once, over a month ago.
"Lou? Who's at the door?" Liam's voice can be heard, and Louis wants to kill his brother for interrupting him and Harry from talking alone.
"Oh, hey Harry. What's up?" Liam smiles at the man behind the door; Harry pulls Liam in for a 'bro hug'. Louis knows that his brother is straight, knows that Liam doesn't like Harry and vice versa... but he can't help but be jealous.
Jealous because Harry hugged Liam and not him.
"Want to come in?" Liam asks the curly haired man.
Louis is so close to yelling, perhaps fainting... anything to stop Harry from walking inside. Harry's house is beautiful, Louis's isn't... it is a small four bedroom, one bathroom single-story wooden house. Louis is embarrassed by it, and although with the extra income he has been making, the family has been able to afford more, it still doesn't change the fact that compared to Harry, Louis will always see himself as scum.
However, Louis doesn't have a chance to yell, before Harry is kicking off his gold boots, yes fucking gold, and walking inside.
"Where is Darcy?" Louis asks, during Christmas Harry was off work, so he dismissed Louis. However, the little girl wasn't with him – Louis hoped she wasn't home alone.
"Don't worry she is at a friends. You remember Zayn? You briefly met him?" Louis nods because how could he forget Zayn? He had nearly cum in his pants upon seeing the godly looking boy, who was a mere year older than him.
"Oh okay." Louis flops onto the couch, Liam offering Harry a seat. The former dismisses himself, leaving Louis and Harry alone. Something about the girls fighting... Louis doesn't care; his sisters always fight, all he cares about is Harry.
"I got you a little something, Lou," Harry says as he sits next to Louis. The lounge room was small for a large family, only two single seater chairs and a two-seat couch.
"Oh." The little boy blushes as Harry opens his briefcase. Yes, fucking briefcase – Louis rolls his eyes fondly at the business-like man.
"Ha-Harry... You didn't have to get me anything..." Louis whispers as Harry passes him a small envelope and a gift bag.
"Just open it, babe."
Babe.
That one word had Louis doing exactly what Harry asked. Louis knows Harry means it platonically, but he can dream. So, with shaking hands, he opens the gift. Some might say always open a card first, but to hell with them.
"Aww thank you, Harry." Inside was a pair of very fluffy white socks and an oversized jumper.
"I remember you were telling me how you love feeling warm and cuddly.. so, happy 16th!" The older man cheers... Louis so desperately wants to feel Harry's arms around his torso, that would make him warm and cuddly.
"Oh and Lou, there is something else in the bag." Louis raises his eyebrows as he looks into the blue bag and certainly enough there is a small book at the bottom.
'52 THINGS TO DO WHILE YOU POO'
Louis looks at Harry who has the cheekiest smile, of course, the small boy falls into a chorus of giggles.
"Thanks, Harry... I think."
And finally, Harry leans in hugging the younger boy. As his lanky arms wrap around the Louis; the latter feels protected, he never wants to let go. But of course, all good things come to an end; Harry is releasing him from his grip.
"Now open the card." Louis sighs silently; he just wants to snuggle into Harry forever.
'Dear Louis,
Over the month I have come to realise how sweet you are. You are one of the kindest people I know; you deserve the world. You make me happy, and I'm so glad to call you my friend. I would love to take you shopping
- H x.'
Louis smiles, he was in love, there is no other word. Peeking inside the envelope, Louis' eyes widened, there was a gift card.
"Harry... this is too much."
'$300 expires 15/12/18' Louis read the back of the Westfield gift card.
"Shh Lou, I told you I want to take you shopping. It is your sweet sixteen. My treat."
