Edge of Seventeen Larry AU

Can I believe you're taking my heart to pieces?

So how long had it been? Too many days to count. Harry believes he's coping a little better with the whole deal, now that he's got Liam and (sort of) Niall helping him out with school and football, it was easier to step out on the field or hallways everyday.

He found himself unable to go back to his old life, he was still the hottest gossip around and everywhere he went there was someone whispering about it. 

And now his dad was coming back... he never really expected things to be like this, he sort of cut out his father out of the picture. He was never around, except for phone calls. He loved him, though, as well as he still loved his mother deeply but now it wasn't just weird, it was a broken bond. 

And for his social life, it had been dead for some time now. He still got invited to parties, hell, he was even congratulated for scoring such a "hot dilf" among some other "compliments", he would just press his lips together and look down before walking away. 

Harry had no idea how the glum had slowly crept into his lifestyle, needless to say he chose to enjoy it for the sake of it. He didn't felt ready to emerge from it, he would be ready... sometime later, but it was appealing to sit on a friday night and listen to one of the few cd's Louis had left. 

It was actually not long ago, on a Saturday morning when a moving van came very early or very late at night, taking away all of Louis' stuff. He had ran outside, panic written all over his face just when they were loading the van with the last boxes. 

"where are you taking these things?" He asked quickly feeling anxiety raising.

"Confidential, kid." was the only answer he received. "You could ask the man who hired us." Mentioned another one of them as he closed the doors. Harry looked everywhere, it was still a bit dark, but just on Louis' ex-house driveway, hidden a bit by the moving van was a rented sport car, a man sitting on the driver's seat with the door open, a leg out typing on his phone. 

He could recognize that ridiculous hair everywhere, just when he was about to approach, Nick looked up, that's only when Harry noticed the guy was wearing sunglasses on a freaking dawn. 

"Oh shit" came out of Nick's mouth barely audible, before quicker than ever, shutting his door and turning on the engine. 

"Wait." Harry begged, knowing Nick would hear him. 

"I'm sorry kid."

Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Stop calling me kid, 's annoying. Is Louis with you?"

"He's fine... sort of. Look, I have to go." Nick was gone in less than a second and what a fucking nightmare. 

Just as the morning came, a sign was outside on the yard announcing that the house that one of the street, the one where his pretty Louis had lived on and had made a home out of it, was for sale.

So he had no idea. 

He was about to make such desperate decisions. It was the night that his father arrived when he came out of his room after coming back from school. 

Anna gaped, of course surprised. But it was some sort of unspeakable agreement. As Anne was glad she didn't had to explain why their son so depressed and for Harry to stop all the questions and embarrassing moments.

They had a small conversation, claiming practice had been long. 

Just as Anne thought they could go past everything, and was about to cut perfect slices from the perfect pie she baked for dessert, a knock on the door was heard. And a few women, who had seen from their windows a brand new sports car parked outside (they kept close tabs to the Styles residency after the whole Louis thing), decided they wanted to ask for a cup of sugar, o bring back a pot they had borrowed a long time ago, just to see it with their own eyes.