Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Twelve

Louis is officially in love with Harry. He has finally admitted that his crush on the curly haired adult... is a little more than a mere crush. It's love.

He came to this conclusion when Harry took him on his shopping spree. Not only did the man accept him for who he is, but he also purchased Louis everything he wants. Not just Louis though, for his sisters and Liam too.

Harry had gone above and beyond purchasing them some clothes and even more.

He was an angel.

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One month later:

Within a month Louis had become good friends with Harry's bosses son Zayn, they were the same age, sixteen. He had also admitted his crush on Harry to Zayn. The raven haired man had merely smirked, sending Louis a wink.

"It is blatantly obvious babe." Zayn had said.

Was it really that obvious? Harry didn't seem to realise; he was just as oblivious as ever... at least he was until Zayn accidently let his tongue slip.

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"Hey, Harry!" Zayn proclaimed as Harry returned home, Louis was taking a day off, sick, so the raven-haired man offered to fill in - Harry was very grateful.

"Oh god thank you so much, I so owe you for this." Harry breathed as he took Darcy from Zayn's arms, the small girl giggled as she ran upstairs leaving Zayn and Harry alone.

"Hey? You and Lou are friends, right? You heard how he is?" Harry asked worried for the small boy as he kicked off his shoes.

Zayn nodded as he sat down on the couch. "Don't worry he is probably just lovesick. Poor fool." Zayn sighed tiredly.

Harry frowned. Lovesick?

"What do you mean? Is he... has he got a boyfriend?" Harry was genuinely interested.

Now, Zayn was tired. He had been working all day caring for Darcy, something he wasn't used to... he really didn't mean to blurt out his next few words.

"Lou? Boyfriend? God no, he is too busy dreaming of you asking him out."

The silence in the room was prominent. It took a few seconds for Zayn to realise what he had just said, after that, he was slapping his small palm over his thin lips.

Fuck. He promised he would keep Louis' secret. What kind of friend blabs? Especially to the persons crush?

"Wait... What do you mean... dreaming of me... asking him out?" Harry spoke slowly as if he was trying to wrap his head around the new found information.

"Um.. shit. I didn't mean to tell you I promised Louis I wouldn't say anything... I'm going to go... Louis should be the one to tell you."

With that Zayn was racing out the front door leaving a curious and confused Harry alone.

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Harry probably should have realised how embarrassed Louis would be when he overtly asked a week later;

"Do you like me, like... like-like me, Louis?"

But, Harry was older than Louis, a legal adult, 23 years old... He was one rank down from CEO... he didn't think of how Louis would blush, he just thought of his need to know if what Zayn said was true.

"What!" Louis shrieked, voice even higher than normal as the brightest red blush fell upon his cheeks.

"Zayn.. he well. I guess accidently told me that umm." Harry paused looking down at Louis who was a few paces away from him. "He said that... that you dream of me asking you out on a date."

Louis' eyes widened, a pout forming on his lips as his lip wobbled. He was so embarrassed.

"Um.," Louis mumbled, playing with his fingers.

"Please, I just need to know the truth, Louis," Harry begged as he stood close to him, chest to chest. The curly haired man rubbed his hand up and down the small boy's arm.

Louis thought Harry was trying to be nice, trying to let him down gently, so he pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I tried to make the feelings go away." Louis whispered as a tear fell down his cheek.

"Louis... why are you crying?" Harry frowned, creases showing on his beautiful skin.

"I just... I got my hopes up..." Louis sighed as he moved to leave. Harry watched silently, stunned into silence. He didn't imagine what Zayn said was actually true.

He didn't know what happened. Within a second, something had clicked within him. His head snapped up to face the front door, and he was racing after the small boy.

"LOUIS! WAIT!" He yelled as he ran outside and down his drive way.

It was cheesy, like something you see in the movies. 

But it happened in slow motion; Harry was taking hold of Louis' forearm as he pulled the boy into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I...Louis... Can I take you on a date darling?"