Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 16 - Dream I

A/n: Finally have this story basically all outlined - and a bit of book #2 as well. Excited to show you what I have in mind. Hope you'll like it. Spoiler: There will be a bit of a plot twist as the story unravels... Can't tell you more.

Any questions and comments feel free to leave below and I'll attend to all of you as soon as I can.

Once again, thanks for reading.

P.S: Harry's album was my death and my re-birth all at once. What a blessing.

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Song: Wale Ft. Rihanna - Bad

As soon as he steps outside the gates of hell, errm, school, he fishes his phone out of the tight pocket of his black jeans and messages his mom:

To: Mum

Mr. Tomlinson called for an emergency session after school. I don't think you should worry about it.

Can you drive me there? If you can't I'll call an Uber.

Anne worked as solicitor in a top Law firm located in West London. Her job was a second family to her, so Harry had to learn to live with an empty house most of the time, but also how to rely on his sister when his mom wasn't available. It wasn't hard for him now, more of something he'd gotten used to for being a teenager. But it didn't feel so routined when he was eight.

His father - Des - died in a car crash when he was at school. He wouldn't say he was as close to his dad as he was with his mom, but coming home from school to an untreated garden and a quiet living room with no one to talk about his day with or help him with homework was a knife through his heart, a knife which left a deep hole in it.

It took Anne an entire year accompanied with weekly psychologist sessions to get over her husband's death.

Des and her met when they were in Uni and it was as if they were made for each other, like soulmates. They got married at nineteen and spent twenty-one years together, not once falling out of love. So Anne had to drawn herself into work to take her mind off such tragic occurrence. That's why Harry felt even more alone.

Gemma was his biggest support in that dark time, trying to remain calm and not cry in front of his younger brother, although she was completely breaking on the inside. She was only thirteen, but she was already a very strong and selfless woman. Harry still remembered how she used to lie in his bed until he fell asleep every night for the next months, sometimes drifting asleep with him as she sang him hoarse lullabies. She was his mom in that period, and that earned them the tight bond they had to date

His finger was a millisecond away of pressing 'send' when he ears a honk. Looking up, he finds Louis' Mercedes waiting by the curb as Sam walks out of the car and in his direction. He was not expecting that.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Styles." The charming driver says, opening the door for him. Harry looks around. Everyone was staring at him like he was a celebrity or part of a very wealthy family. That had never happened to him before but, in a stupid way, he liked it.

"Just Harry, please." He adds at the last minute, getting inside the perfectly polished car.

Louis was sitting on the left backseat as he always did.

"Good afternoon, Smooth Ass." Louis says with a fond smile that reached his eyes as Harry sits down. He looked extremely pleased to see him.

Suddenly he realizes why his private parts felt oversensitive to any sort of friction that day. Oh, god. I shouldn't have chosen these pants.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson." He greets, his mind going back to the though-6 A.M-shaving session in his own bathroom that had left him completely hairless down there. Maybe he had gone a bit over the top with it, for Louis didn't exactly tell him to shave everything, but he wanted to look his best for him.