Eccedentesiast || Larry

19. Conflicted

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In the days that had passed Harry had come to terms with something he should have realized a long, long time ago; He is so whipped.

It's not like he's been with Louis very long—well, because he's not actually with Louis. He just kisses him sometimes—but Harry still listens to anything Louis says. If Louis told him to jump off a bridge, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Not sure about your fringe."

Harry quickly ruffles his fingers through his hair and moves it to the side like he always does, earning a 'much better' from Louis, who was sat beside him while they watched random YouTube vidoes on Harry's laptop. Again, Louis had brought up the idea of doing this. Harry eagerly agreed.

"H?" Louis asks, turning to look at Harry, pausing a video that was playing.

"Mhm?"

Louis' eyes glisten under the pale light illuminating the room, a smile makes it's way onto his face, and he quickly pecks Harry on the lips. "I was thinking we could have that other d- uh, thing?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "What d- uh, thing?"

Louis bites back a smile. "Remember? You said you'd never had homemade mash. I want to cook for you. Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight, Harry. My place, maybe?"

Harry's heart flutters at the mention of going to Louis' flat, something he's dreamed of for the longest time. But now he's not as excited as he thought he'd be when the opportunity presented itself; he's just excited for their d- uh, thing.

"I'll have to ask my mom..." Harry mutters under his breath, embarrassed that he has to ask his mom for permission to go somewhere.

And then Harry's getting up off the bed and leaving the room, searching the house for Anne. He finds her in the living room, doing some paper work.

"Mom?"

She looks up from the stack of papers, lowering her glasses from her eyes and putting them down, eyeing Harry suspiciously.

"Louis wants to have me over for dinner, if that's alright?" Harry asks, biting his lip and holding his breath as he awaits her response.

She raises her eyebrows. "Over at his house?"

Harry nods. Anne shakes her head.

"Absolutely not. He's 21, you're only sixteen!"

"But I'll be 17 in, like, seven months," Harry argues. "And just last week you were telling me to use a condom with him!"

Anne sighs, dropping the pen she had been firmly grasping in her hands. "Look, Harry, I'm not in a good mood today, can we just-"

"What's going on down here?" Robin says as he enters the room, obviously woken up from the yelling.

"She won't let me go to Louis' for dinner tonight," Harry whines.

"Because he's 16 for crying out loud!" she says, then lowers her voice. "Louis is 21, Robin."

Harry rolls his eyes in the most teenager way he's ever rolled them, sighing at the same time. He doesn't understand what changed his mother's mind about them—she literally encouraged Harry to have sex with Louis, as long as they used a condom, and now she was freaking out about dinner. Unbelievable, Harry thinks.

Robin speaks up. "Okay, okay. Harry here is indeed 16 years old, and is perfectly capable of making his own decisions."

"He's right, you know."

Anne just glares at him like a child.

"I'm not going to have sex with him, mom, okay?" Harry reassures, noticing that she is slowly giving in.

Her shoulders slouch and she turns back to her work, waving the two off with her hand. "Fine, you can go. But if you even contract some kind of disease, you're grounded for life."

Harry yells a silent yes in his head, beaming at his mother and hugging her from behind, loudly shouting, "thank you!"

Despite her bad mood, Anne smiles and pats Harry's hand. He peels himself off of her and gives Robin a quick hug as well, running up the stairs and almost tripping when he reaches the top. He ignore the laughs that come from downstairs.

Harry pushes the door open, startling Louis so much that he jumps high into the air. They're both panting. Why is Lou panting?

"Did you hear that?" Harry asks, realizing why Louis was so out of breath. It's because he ran from the door and to the bed in a rush when he heard me running up the stairs.

"Yeah," Louis breaths, looking down shamefully. "And just so you know, you won't be contracting any... diseases."

Harry doesn't know if that's because Louis is clean, or if they won't be doing that. He guiltily hopes for the former.

Harry walks over to his closet and finds some jeans and a t-shirt to slip on, going into his bathroom to change, and exiting to find Louis laying across his bed, phone in hand. He presses it up against his ear a moment later as Harry sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Hi, I need you to make yourself scarce for the night," Louis says into the phone, glancing up at Harry every few seconds.

Louis blushes, actually blushes. "No, Z, we're not going to..." Louis covers his mouth so the rest is mumbled, but Harry has a pretty good guess as to what could have been said. He assumes he's right when Louis' eyes go wide and he gasps. "Oh my god, no! And even if we did, I'd clean the whole kitchen afterwards."

Louis' smirking now as he looks at Harry, who's squirming uncomfortably, crossing and uncrossing his legs over and over again. Eventually Louis hangs up with a satisfied look on his face.

"Lets go."

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(shooooort, i know.

i've already started writing the epilogue because i was just so excited and i couldn't contain myself. oops. but that won't be here for a long time.

((the chapter title is just a mood!!!!))

the next chapter focuses on just harryandlouis because they're having their d- uh, thing.)