I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 7: Don't you realize how beautiful you are?

I stumble into my house still in a daze from the fucking whiplash Harry gave me, both from the sudden stop of the car and from his personality. One minute he's laughing and joking with you and the next he's snapping ready to attack. He's very impulsive I see.

As soon as I shut the front door closed my mom comes running out of nowhere towards me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug.

"Uh, hi mom?" I feel a little bewildered at her sudden attack.

"Louis, you're alive and safe," her voice trembles like she's on the verge of tears, "Where were you?! Do you not see what time it is?! We kept calling your phone but you never answered, why Louis?" She pulls away her embrace and holds my head in both of her hands, smoothing my hair back to exam my face. "You had us worried sick I almost called the police," she cried out removing her hands from my head.

"Sorry mom I lost track of time and my phone was on silent so I didn't hear it," I glance at the clock on the wall and my eyes widened, "I honestly didn't realize it was nearly midnight." Wow where did the time go? I can't believe I didn't look at my phone not one time while I was with Harry. I'm usually always on it looking at quality memes. Harry is so entertaining and interesting. He's literally a living meme I didn't feel the need to look at my phone for entertainment.

I walked into the living room to sit on the couch with my mom trailing behind me firing question after question.

"Lost track of time doing what? Where were you? What happened? How did you get home?" My mom spits out so many questions not even taking a moment to breathe.

"Well since you and daddy abandoned me on my first day of school after this boy I met today made me miss my bus! The same said boy took me out to eat then brought me home." I kid you the fuck not my mom literally fucking squealed like a fangirl. She excitedly bounced up and down then sat down on the couch next to me.

"Oh my gosh, Louis you went on your first date!!" She sounded way too excited about this.

"No mom it wasn't a date. He was just being...nice? I guess, I don't know."

"Did he pay?" she asked.

"Yes he paid, you know I don't have any money mom. And earlier today daddy told me to take an Uber home but when I tried to tell him I didn't have any money, he hung up on me!"

"Then it was a date, Louis, if he paid!" She squeals again and I roll my eyes because I know it wasn't a stupid date. Why is she so happy about this?

"So, what is the name of this said boy you went on a date with?" She said while doing this weird thing with her eyebrows making them go up and now. Why is my mom like this?

"It's H-" suddenly we hear rapid foot steps coming down the stairs. My mom and I turn our heads to see my dad come running into the living for with a shotgun in his hand. What the actual fuck?

"I was sleeping but I heard the words 'boy' and 'date' used in the same sentence, who do I need to threaten?! I need to call your brother for back up," he says huffing and puffing because he's out of breath from running.

"The only thing you need to threaten is the gym because you are too out of shape to be trying to threaten somebody," my mom says and we both snicker.

"Where is he?" My dad says dismissing what my mom said and cocks his gun pointing it in various spots around the room. "Where's the little punk hiding?"

"Dad! Put the gun away! There's no one here," I say alarmed.

"Louis was just telling me about the nice young man who bought him food and gave him a ride home, dear, now put that shit away before you shoot your own hand off," my mom says to him and he actually listens to her and stops pointing the gun around the room.