Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter Nine

~HARRY'S POV~

I really didn't like what Louis was doing. He woke me up last night to "have a talk" about Clara. I was positive it was to discuss his feelings, or if they had acted on these feelings, but it wasn't. The conversation went more or less like this.

"Harry, mate. I need help." I smirked, sure it was a sexual matter.

"Oh, yeah? I'm all ears, Lou."

"It's Clara."

"Figured. Does she like you, too?"

"What are you talking about? Mate, she's an utter nightmare. I need to sort her out. I need to see her real side, but I have no clue how to do that."

"First of all, that's bullshit. You luuuurve her. Secondly, that's easy. Where is everyone at their most natural state?"

"Eh... Naked?"

"Well, yes. And that would certainly solve the matter, but that's not what I'm talking about. Ever heard 'home is where the heart is'?"

"Still not catching on, mate."

"Bring her home, mate."

"She doesn't have a house though-"

"Not her house, you twat! YOURS. It had fucking loads of benefits. You get to relax, which ultimately leads to her relaxing. Also, girls love it when boys get all close to their family. And it'll keep you away from the public eye for a bit, but the media will love it because you're serious enough to bring her home! God, I am such a fucking genius."

"You really are, mate. Holy shit, this could work! But she won't come, Harry. She hates that kind of thing."

"So you don't tell her. Pretend you're going away for a weekend or something, I'll bring down the rest of her stuff when you've told her, okay? Seriously, Louis, why haven't I won an award yet?"

"Probably because you're always going to be a massive twat. But this helped. A lot. Thanks, bro. I'll miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, Lou. But if you come back and she doesn't love you, you have failed me my son."

With that, Louis left my room and I went back to sleep with a smile on my face. Unaware of the trouble I had just caused for everyone involved.

~CLARA'S POV~

It was pretty hard to stick to my rule of not talking to Louis, considering his family were so lovely, and I truly did not want to upset them. But he had fucked me over, big time.

I did not do well with families. My own family despised me. I suppose it wasn't his fault, he didn't know. But still, meeting the parents without telling me? I wasn't prepared! 

"Clar, baby? Can you pass the salt?" Louis cooed, waking me from my reverie. I just shoved it across the table without looking at him. I could practically hear him smirking.

I twirled my spaghetti with a fork and tossed it into my mouth. As I chewed carefully, I took in the family members. I was sitting next to his mother, Jay. Louis was sitting across from me, and Jay's boyfriend or fiance or whatever sat next to him. I had no idea where Louis's sisters were and I didn't really care. 

Jay coughed her throat, trying to clear the tension. "Clara, Louis never told us how pretty you were! In fact, he hasn't told us anything about you, really." She scolded him, before turning back to me with curious eyes.

I did not look pretty. So that was lie number one. My hair was piled into a high, messy bun and my makeup was minimal. I was wearing simple black leggings and an off the shoulder oversized jumper. I looked horrific.