That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 4

The bedroom door opened again and Louis sat up quickly, but it wasn't Harry, it was his father Robin.

“Tomlinson!” he said, the cheer in his voice perhaps a little forced. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, and we'll head off to church in about an hour.”

“Oh, I don't go to church.”

“It'll be good for you.” Robin nodded, and Louis didn't have to read too far between the lines.

Louis was no stranger to putting his foot down, but he was actually quite curious as to what Harry's church was like. He might go, just this once, to see what they were all about.

They all sat down to eat breakfast together. Besides the previous night's dinner, Louis honestly couldn't remember when he'd last had a family meal. Gemma set a plate of eggs and toast down in front of Louis, a strained expression on her face.

“Thank you, Gemma.” Louis tried to break the ice. “I hope you slept well.”
Harry's mother Anne handed a hot cup of coffee to Louis, and he took a big sip. It was very sweet, too sweet, but caffeine was caffeine.

Louis lifted up his knife and fork, but Harry cleared his throat at him. The whole Styles family were holding hands with each other. Anne gave him a small nod to join them. “Harry?” she prompted.

Harry spoke. “Lord, we thank you for this breakfast here this morning. We thank you for keeping our family together, and we hope today's church service brings us closer to you. Thank you for the
company of our guest-”
Robin interrupted him. “And lord, we pray that you keep us all on your path, the path of what is right and moral.”

“Amen,” everyone but Louis said. They began to eat.
Harry kicked Louis under the table. Louis looked up; Harry had his eyes on the ceiling but was
slowly rotating his plate, revealing two letters he'd squirted onto his eggs in ketchup. “BJ”.

Louis choked on his coffee, coughing it onto his white Moschino shirt. Fuck Harry.
Anne leapt up and began dabbing at Louis' chest with a napkin. Harry had quickly put a piece of toast on top of his eggs, hiding his little message.

“Sorry,” Louis said “It went down... what do you say?” “The wrong hatch,” Anne finished for him.

“I might go rinse this shirt, if that's okay?”
“Sure, the laundry's two doors down after Harry's room.”

Louis walked down the hall, quite relieved to have a bit of space from the prayer-happy family.

He rinsed his shirt out and then found a stain remover to soak it in, although it was probably a lost cause.

Out of the corner of his eye he recognised Harry's flannel pajamas, lying in the top of the dirty laundry basket.

He picked up the pajama pants to inspect them, and sure enough there was quite a big spot of dried come on them. He put them in to soak as well, thinking he was just being helpful, but as he rubbed the fabric together in his hands guilt washed over him – he kind of felt like he was destroying evidence to save his own ass.

Both of Harry's parents drove their cars to church, although they would have all fit in the one.

Louis suspected Robin didn't want Louis sitting next to Harry or Gemma in the back seat, and most certainly not right in between the two.

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Harry was surprised to see Jeremy, Linda, and some crew members he recognised from the wardrobe test, all waiting at the church. His parents greeted them warmly though.

Thanks for filling me in, Harry grumbled to himself. And wait – Louis had made him change his shirt twice before they left.

Had he known too? The crew had put big lights to shine on a row of seats right at the front, and directed Harry and his family to sit there, even though they normally sat more in the middle.

“Oh, Louiss, no.” Jeremy shook his head as Harry's family all sat down, a makeup artist already brushing powder onto his mother's face.

“You can't be in this shot.” Louis nodded curtly, standing back up again.

Harry turned around in his seat, peering out. “Lou, some of my friends are back there, you can sit with them?” “It's fine.”