Magic [larry au]

Chapter 8 (part b)

Anne stood there by the table behind them, staring at them in shock, disbelief and anger. Louis could feel the hatred for him growing stronger, and the tension in the room was thicker than usual. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

Harry gasped when she saw her, immediately looking away as he held Louis, who was on top of him, tighter and closer to him. He wasn't going to say anything by the looks of it, and Louis never wanted to let him go.

"Louis Tomlinson," Anne began, narrowing her eyes at him. "You have 10 seconds to get out of my household!" she shouted, pointing at the door.

Louis kissed him again immediately, knowing it was the last time he probably would kiss him here. Anne didn't like that. She let out a loud noise of disapproval and gripped his wrist roughly so she could pull him off her son's body.

He couldn't move. He didn't want to move. Moving away from the lovely boy under him? Who was now looking at him with scared sad eyes? Not ever.

But he had no choice, and he wished he had one.

Harry didn't want that either, shaking his head in panic when Louis was pulled off, eyes brimming with tears so his vision went blurry. "Don't do this, please-"

"You're not allowed to see my son ever again! Understand? Never!"

Anne hated him now, Louis knew. He hated himself too. He didn't understand what he had done wrong, and he didn't understand why Harry's mum was kicking him out of the house. He was kissing him with consent, not hurting him.

"I haven't done-" Louis winced when he felt his mum grip his wrist tighter.

"Never!" she repeated, dragging him.

Anne wasn't even giving him a chance to explain, and kept pushing him away from Harry, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. Louis' heart was broken, and he felt so sick.

"Mum, I need Louis-"

"You don't need this person in your life, Harry." Anne stated, pushing Louis to the door.

Harry jumped out of the couch, running after Louis so he could say goodbye, but it was too late when he saw him being pushed out of house, his vans thrown out too.

The door slammed in his face, and Louis tried so hard not to cry whilst thinking about Harry. His bag was still there in Harry's room, but he couldn't get it now. Instead, he hoped his boyfriend would remember it and give it to him on Monday.

As he walked to his home alone with his heart in pain, he knew not crying wasn't easy. Everything happened so fast, and he couldn't believe he wasn't allowed to see him anyway by his mother. He couldn't spend time with him anymore.

If he sat down on the ground on the way and cried till there was no tears left, no one had to know (besides Harry).

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Harry couldn't breathe.

His mother walked into the kitchen after she threw her coat away, acting like she hadn't pushed Louis out of the door a few seconds ago.

He couldn't believe it.

Louis wasn't allowed here anymore, basically not even allowed to see him either. Harry could never let that happen. He needed Louis, and to stay away from him wasn't easy like his mother thought. He didn't want to stay away. Besides, he only liked being here in his own house with his boyfriend. It was safer, and Louis liked it that way too. Now, it was all over.

He missed him already. Louis was supposed to stay here the whole weekend, and to say he was just a bit sad was an understatement.

"Why did you do that?" Harry whispered loudly, rubbing his hands all over his face.