I finally got me helix pierced and am so happy with it, my parents are like really conservative so them saying yes was like WOW.
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Harry takes a deep breath in, wiping his sweating hands on his expensive jeans. He really shouldn't be this nervous, after all, he is just an adult about to have a simple conversation with another adult.
But this isn't any adult, this is his boyfriends mother?
Is Louis even his boyfriend anymore? His tiny, little, young, sixteen-year-old boyfriend... Harry shakes the thought from his head. Because being reminded of Louis' age only makes him think negatively of their relationship.
He is so paranoid that he is ruining Louis' life. That the boy needs somebody his own age... not Harry, not a legal adult, seven years older than him with a child.
So, Harry wipes that thought from his head and knocks on Louis' front door, ready to confront Jay. To have a civil conversation.
Surprisingly, Louis answers.
Beautiful, beautiful Louis.
Harry can't help but hang his head in shame, not daring to meet the boy's eye.
"Umm... Thought you would be at school." The curly haired man mumbles, his shoes are suddenly very interesting.
Louis on the other hand, just stares at Harry praying the man will hug him and never let go before explaining to him why he left that night, the night they made love.
"T'is a public free day." Is the only response Harry receives; a little 'oh' falls from his plump lips before questioning, "can I please speak with Jay?"
Louis rolls his eyes, leaving the door open as he walks away, a minute later Jay is standing there, head held high and eyebrows raised. Harry now knows where Louis gets his sass from.
He hopes this goes well.
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"What are you saying Harry?" Jay questions.
Harry and Jay had ended up leaving to have a discussion at a local café. Harry wanted to discuss Louis and his relationship. Liam suggested that if he could win over Jay then that would be the first step in healing their relationship.
"I'm saying that I know Louis told you about the huge mistake I made. I am so sorry, because I freaked out and subsequently portrayed a different message to Lou. I know he thinks I never loved him. But that's not true. I really love him. I just made a mistake, I hope you can understand this and accept our relationship if Louis will take me back that is."
Harry took a deep breath after finishing his sentence, staring down at his hands in guilt. He would never forgive himself for spoiling Louis' first time, he should have never consented to taking the small boy's virginity.
Harry waits for Jay's answer, and finally he receives one – but it isn't anything to do with what he just said.
"Is it true you have a daughter Harry?" The latter frowns, but nods nonetheless.
"Yes, her name is Darcy and is turning four this year."
The women on the opposite side of the table makes a sound of distaste. "And you are what? Twenty-four wanting to date my sixteen year-old-son?" Harry frowns, not liking where the conversations going.
With a whisper he responds, "yes..."
"Don't you think that's wrong Harry?" Jay raises her eyebrows in a questioning matter.
The man can only gulp, because he thinks she is right. No matter how much he loves Louis, he always has this little voice in his head telling him that their relationship is wrong. That Louis deserves better.
Jay doesn't receive a response so instead she continues, "it is selfish of you to want a sixteen-year-old boy Harry. Louis has his entire life ahead of him, he doesn't need a relationship with someone who has a kid weighing him down."
If Liam were here, he would be yelling, trying to tell Harry that he is being manipulated the way Louis was by Jay... but he isn't there.
And Harry is falling for Jay's manipulative tricks just like Louis.
"... You're right Jay. I can't date Lou."
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Poor Boy - Complete | L.S
FanfictionLARRY. It's simple, Harry has a daughter, and Louis is her babysitter. But nothing is as simple as it sounds. Complete.