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Larry: Meeting harrys parents

Okay here is another one of my requests. I know it's larry and I have a separate story for those, but I'm just going to put it here.

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Harry's p.o.v.

"Babe we're here," I said quietly, nudging louis' shoulder.

"M'up," he muttered sleepily.

"You ready?" I asked while he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, squinting at the light.

"No," he said flatly.

I sighed. Louis was worried about meeting my parents. I mean, he'd met them many times, but not since we'd started dating. Let's just say my parents weren't exactly thrilled at the idea of me being gay.

"Louis it'll be fine I promise," I said, grabbing his hand.

"Well let's get this over with then," he sighed, pushing open his door.

I wasn't worried honestly. My parents are reasonable people and Louis is quite the charmer. He can put on a smile and be polite when he needs to.

Plus, Gemma has some friends who are gay so at least I've got her on my side. I actually told Gemma about us before I told my parents.

As we walked up to the front door, I gave Louis' hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that everything will be okay. I dropped his hand to ring the doorbell.

Louis' p.o.v.

I bounced nervously on the balls of my feet while Harry rang the doorbell.

He seemed convinced that this was going to go great, but I wasn't so sure.

I'd woken up with a headache this morning. I hadn't told Harry because I knew we were visiting his parents today. During the over I'd started feeling worse.

Blaming it on carsickness, I'd taken a nap, figuring I would feel better when we got here, but it was the exact opposite.

I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, my legs shook when I walked, my head pounded, my stomach turned, and I was freezing.

But, I would just have to put my illness aside and make nice with Harry's parents.

"Harry!" Anne cried after opening the door.

"Louis good to see you," she said through clenched teeth.

"Your looking great Mrs. Styles, I haven't seem you in a while," I said with a smile plastered on my face.

She gave me an awkward hug, but I could see her smile becoming a bit less forced at my words.

I saw Harry hugging his dad out of the corner of my eye, as Anne stepped back inside.

"Louis," his dad said, nodding.

"How are you sir?" I asked politely, offering my hand to shake.

"I'm doing alright son," he said, shaking my hand quickly.

"Mother!" I heard an exasperated voice. Then Gemma came rushing up to us.

"Hey Gem," Harry laughed as she pulled us both inside and shut the door behind us.

"God I've missed you kid," she said, hugging Harry.

"Missed you too bro," she said to me next, hugging me also.

"Thank you," I said quietly to her.

"Yeah," she said, nodding knowingly.

"C'mon, let's eat," she nodded towards the kitchen.

I followed Harry to the dining table, feeling like the world was spinning.

I sunk down heavily into the chair Harry pointed at, watching as food was spooned onto my plate.

Despite the fact that just looking at the food made me want to be sick I forced a smile onto my face.

"It looks great Anne," I told her.

"Yeah mum, my mouths watering," Harry said, giving me an approving smile.

"Thanks boys," she said. "Let's say grace," she then said, folding her hands on the table and bowing her head.

I did the same, even closing my eyes. I tried to listen to everyone around the table saying their graces.

"Louis," Anne said, meaning it was my turn.

"I'm very thankful for Anne inviting me here tonight, and for this amazing meal she has prepared for us. Thank you for allowing me to get the chance to know every person in this room. Amen," I finished, knowing I was last.

Everyone else echoed my 'amen' then we all dug in.

I felt sick. Every bite I took just made it that much worse. I moved my food around on my plate, taking bites every now and then, smiling occasionally and trying to join in the conversation.

Harry and Gemma had both kicked me under the table about 10 times and shot me hundreds of murderous glances.

"May I be excused? I need to use the restroom," I said politely.

Anne nodded curtly. I jumped out of my chair and dashed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Before I could shut the door, Harry steppe in with me.

"What the hell is your problem?" he asked after shutting the door.

"Harry I-,"

"You are being rude Louis. You're not eating your food and your not jointing the conversation. I promised them you would be respectful Louis and now you're making me look like an ass. So, you're going to go out there, apologize, and then be nice," he said, turning and stomping out of the bathroom.

Tears stung my eyes. How could Harry yell at me like that? He never yells!

After wiping my eyes and taking a few deep breaths, I headed back out to the kitchen.

I sat down in my chair, biting my lip. Everyone was looking at me.

"Ehm, I'd like to apologize for being so rude. I'm just nervous is all. The food really is delicious Anne," I croaked out.

She nodded, satisfied, and turned back to her food, starting up another conversation that I couldn't participate in.

I felt like if I opened my mouth I would puke. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep my food in my stomach.

"Louis, eat your fucking food," Harry yelled. I opened my eyes to find everyone's eyes on me again.

"I c-can't," I whispered.

"Why the hell not?" He shouted.

"I really can't Haz," I whimpered.

"Alright that is enough! You have been rude to us all evening Louis. We didn't want you here in the first place but because we love Harry we let you come and this is how you thank us. I want you out of my house right now," Harry's Dad roared.

"Dad!" Gemma cried.

I looked at Harry for help, but he was scowling at me.

"We're going home Louis. Go wait in the car. I'll be out in a minute. And you're sleeping on the couch,"
He hissed at me.

Feeling sicker than ever, I stumbled out the door and to the car. How could I have fucked things up so badly?

I felt my stomach turn violently as I reached the car. Gagging, I leaned heavily against the door of the car.

Just as I saw the front door open, my stomach heaved and I leaned over, puking up everything I had eaten today.

"Louis!" Harry cried, running over to me.

"Haz," I choked out.

"Oh boo," he said softly rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry," I cried, spitting out be.

"Shh, it's okay, he whispered pulling me into a hug.

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Ill do part two in a few hours. I just didn't want to make this one too long.