Replacement (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Four-Confessions

"Daaadddd!" Tommy calls from the stair case.

"Tommyyyyyy!" I mimick.

"Can I see Daddy Harry?"

I sigh.

"I'll ask him." I say.

"Yay!"

I call him up.

"Hey, Harry."

"Hi, Lou. What's up?"

"Tommy wants to see you again."

"I can do that. When exactly?"

"Hang on, Tommy! When do you wanna see him?"

"Tomorrow!" Tommy replies.

"Tomorrow maybe?"

"Sure."

"Great! Thanks, Harry." I say.

"That's okay, Louis." I can almost hear him smile. "Bye!"

"Bye."

I hang up.

***

***Harry's POV***

Hearing Louis' voice brought a smile to my face. I agreed to meet up with Tommy tomorrow and I can't wait!

I just kinda wish Louis would like me back...

The night he asked me who my crush was, I didn't want to tell him it was him..

I am in love with Louis Tomlinson.

I have been since he got famous and I found out about him. I always dreamt about meeting him and maybe becoming his boyfriend and as soon as Tommy said his dad was Louis, instantly my heart stopped.

I thought to myself 'hey, this kid could get you to Louis.' And not only did it get me to him, but his son is really sweet as well.

I just wish Louis didn't hate me for what I did.

***

I turn up on Louis' doorstep and ring the doorbell.

"Hey, Harry." Louis smiles.

"Daddyyyy!" Tommy runs towards me.

"Hey, Tommy!" I chuckle as he jumps into my arms. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah!" He nods his head enthusiastically.

"Okay, c'mon then!" I take his hand.

"Woah woah woah, hang on," Louis puts his hand on my shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"Just out for a drink and to the park, only take about an hour." I smirk, grabbing his hand and taking it off my shoulder.

"Okay. Be back by four at the latest!" Louis says.

"Will do, handsome!" I shout as we walk down the path away from him.

SHIT did I really just shout that?! Oh crap!

***

We're walking to the park while sipping on our Starbucks. Tommy didn't have a coffee, just a chocolate milkshake.

"Apparently Mummy used to like Starbucks." Tommy says.

"Do you even remember your mum?" I ask.

"No. I've just seen pictures of her. I was one when she died." He says, looking down.

It made me so upset to hear his story. He doesn't even know his own mother! I kneel down to his height.

"Hey, cheer up. You got me now!" I smile at him.