An Hour To Kill My Family [Larry Stylinson] (One Shot)

Title: An Hour To Kill My Family.
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s). 
Word Count: 9, 244.
Summary: Harry's whole life has been planned by his mother since he was born. With an older and younger sister, two older brothers and two younger ones, he's never been able to stand out. With his mother busy planning his eldest brother's wedding, Harry finally has a chance to make his own choices. It's then that he meets Louis, a free spirited boy with a loud personality who makes him feel like he has a voice in the overcrowded and hectic mess that is his life.
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction--i.e. it never happened. All real people in this story own themselves and I am in no way affiliated with them, nor do I make money from writing this.

 Mother has always told me to grow up, get married, and have as many kids as I can. She has seven; five boys and two girls, each two years apart and the apples of Father's eye. Gemma is the oldest of us and she's always been the leader. Then there's Cynthia, eleven years old and one of the most annoying kids I have ever met. I fit in the middle, James before me and Greyson before him. “Lucky number four,” as Mother says. We're all a lucky something. Holden is lucky five and Brody is lucky six.

Mother is proudest of Gemma because she's twenty-three and is already starting a family of her own. Three years married with a baby on the way. Mother is hoping her granddaughter will be a girl. She's already gone out and bought baby clothes and everything, even though Gemma is only four months along and is keeping the gender a surprise until the child is born. I think Mother is trying to fill in that part of her that's missing her fourth baby girl by putting all this work into Gemma's baby.

Cynthia used to never want marriage. I said it was because she was seven and thought every boy had cooties. I used to think she was just plain stupid for suggesting such a thing, but then I watched Gemma throw away her dreams of becoming a nurse for some boy and a baby and decided marriage is pretty dumb.

I was fourteen then, and have since aged three years. I still think marriage is a dumb idea, but Cynthia now thinks it's the greatest idea in the world. After being the flowergirl at Gemma's wedding, she thought they're pretty cool and started planning one of her own. Holden sat with me at one of the tables for the whole thing and we talked about how much we never want this. He said that if he ever were to get married, it would be a private wedding that Cynthia couldn't ruin. I countered that point by telling him she would be much older by the time he's married, but he wouldn't have it. I just let Holden have his way without saying much else.

Greyson got engaged this year. Mother was thrilled, but I saw the unhappiness behind the glee in Father's eyes. At the time, I thought he was just upset about the rainy weather, but now I realize that he was hoping that his eldest son would follow in his footsteps and become a doctor. Lillian was just starting dental school and managed to convince Greyson to join her so they could open a business together.

After the engagement party, Holden and I ditched to our aunt's farm. It wasn't overly huge, about fifty acres with three horses, seven cows (one for each child), five sheep, and six pigs. She died a few weeks after the party, and though Mother insisted on not going back anymore, Holden and I sneak off every once and awhile. Greyson's wedding makes it easier because Mother spends all her time planning it, though he says Lillian wants to wait a year or so before they actually start putting wedding plans into place. But Mother is stubborn, so there really wasn't any talking her out of it once she made up her mind.

Holden and I have always been close, closer than I've ever been with any of my other siblings. James is a close second. The day we snuck off from the engagement parties was one of my favourites we have ever spent together. We were lying in the grass, Holden's head in my lap. I was reading, but I wasn't getting very far, as he kept poking me in the thigh. Once his teasing became irritating, I closed my book and set it down, staring at Holden's face. I kept quiet, for I knew he'd start speaking soon enough.