Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Twenty

Fav song/s on Harry's album?

Mine is Kiwi and Only Angel!

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"So are you like Louis' brother or something?" Brock asked, mouth full of ice-cream, which Harry had hesitantly paid for.

It was an act of courtesy; he didn't want to just pay for Louis.... He was a giving person.

The curly haired lad awkwardly chuckled, shuffling towards the wall in the booth they sat at. He lifted his hand to rub at the back of his neck as he watched Louis blush. The latter was seated opposite Harry and next to this new friend.

"No, we are just... friends."

Harry was reluctant to lie, but he knew he couldn't trust a jock with information that could get him into trouble somehow. Harry is aware the relationship isn't illegal, it is only illegal if they were to have sex... but he thinks it is better to be safe than sorry.

However, the sad yet understanding look on Louis' face broke his heart.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Me?" Harry wanted to facepalm at Brock's response.

Yes, you idiot, you.

Harry refrained from vocalising his thoughts, instead choosing to nod with a fake smile.

"Oh, m'twenty-one."

And after that response, Harry felt threatened. This tall buff jock, who had been kept down for years, was nearly his age - what if he stole Louis? What if Louis wanted someone he could see every day at school? What if Louis wanted a muscley guy?

Harry could only smile fakely, jealousy building up inside of him.

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The car ride home was rather silent, Louis in the front seat, Harry driving intently, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly after dropping Brock off at his home.

"Di-Did I do something Ha-Hazzy?" Louis' soft, innocent voice was the first to break the silence.

Harry sighed because no... he did nothing, he is so young, so naive, he doesn't even understand.

"Nothing baby." Harry smiled softly, one hand falling to Louis' knee, giving it a small squeeze. "You're perfect. Always perfect."

But deep inside, a voice was telling Harry that Louis was too perfect for him. Too young for him. That he deserved someone his own age.

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"Louis!" Darcy shrieked as she saw Louis and Harry walk through the doors of her daycare. The caramel haired boy laughed as she ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

Harry pouted, tickling his boyfriend's side softly. Louis got the message.

So putting on a soft voice Louis asked Darcy, "does Daddy get a hug?" The young girl looked back up at Harry, before cuddling into his leg. Harry laughed and eventually picked her up.

Louis excused himself, moving a few paces away from Harry where he began to sign Darcy out.

"Love you sweethea-" However, he was cut off by a small boy, around Darcy's age, evidently one of her friends.

"Darcy! Are these your two Daddies you told us about?" Harry stared down at the boy's young black figure confused. Two Daddies?

The girl turned to look at Louis who was away from ear range.

"Yep! That's the other one over there." Harry placed her on the floor, where she pointed to Louis.

The curly haired man tilted his head in confusion. "Darcy what do you mean two daddies. I'm your dad..." Harry bent down, holding the small girl by the waist in front of him, her friends behind her.

"Louis' my Dad too though, right? Because you guys are in love and going to be together forever... he is a good dad, I love him."

Harry's mouth fell open at Darcy's declaration. He turned to look to the right, where Louis was laughing at something an old women had just said.

It should have been sweet what his daughter said, but in reality, it just made Hary more scared. Because Louis was too young to be a father. He shouldn't have to deal with a three-year-old. Louis deserved someone his age.

At least that is what Harry thought.

And of course, he never vocalised his inner conflict.

So Louis was left oblivious to his boyfriend's thoughts.

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I think this will be a forty chapter book!