Forbidden {L.S.}

Thirty-Three

“Did I really think this through?” I asked while squeezing the life out of Louis' hand. Getting a tattoo didn't look so bad when Louis was getting his done, but at the same time, he's gotten them before. A lot of them. The ones that he shows at school are nothing. He has them on his chest and shoulders, even one on his back.
   
Louis chuckled and kissed my knuckles. I was getting an anchor done on my wrist while Louis got a rope with a knot that had my initials hidden on his. “I hope so, this is so a couple's tattoo, babe.”
   
I smirked but rolled my eyes. Louis ran his fingers over my hand, so I tapped him lightly with my foot. I grinned and Louis stuck his tongue out. I chuckled and leaned into him, focusing on his heartbeat rather than the previous from the tattoo.
   
“You two are adorable,” the tattoo artist said with a smile. She wiped the extra ink off, then wrapped the tattoo up when she was done just a few minutes after the comment. “Make sure to take care of them.”
   
“We will,” Louis answered as he pulled out his wallet. He paid for both of them then we headed out of the store, walking down the street. He held my hand and pulled me close to him. "Happy birthday."
   
"It’s been amazing thanks to you,” I said with a smile
   
My phone went off and I pulled it out of my pocket, sighing when I saw it was my parents. “Hey,” I answered.
   
“It's your birthday, are you coming home?” My dad asked. I frowned and rubbed my face before letting my hand fall to my side.
   
“I told you I was going out of town for my birthday,” I said, looking at Louis and rolling my eyes.
   
“You know to double check with us before you do this kind of stuff,” he sighed. “How many times have we told you that?”
   
“You know I'm eighteen, right?” I said, suddenly getting mad. “You know that you guys fighting isn't exactly ideal, right? Why would I want to deal with you guys screaming at each other when I could be out with my friends instead?”
   
“Harry,” Louis said, grabbing me but I pulled away. “Haz.” I help up a finger without looking at him, too pissed at my parents to actually look at him or process the fact he was just worried.
   
“You need to come home now. I don't care what you're doing, or how old you are, or anything else you want to try to throw at me. You are my son and you're not going to talk to me that way,” my dad snapped into the phone.
   
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Home is not there,” I growled. I looked at Louis and instantly softened when I saw his worried look. “Home is with him.” Louis pulled me to his chest, holding me tightly.
   
“Get home now,” my dad snapped again. “I'm serious, Harry.”
   
I hung up the phone without another word and slipped it into my pocket. “Sorry,” I said against his shoulder. “I don't know why I got mad.” I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh before pulling away to look at him.
   
“What happened?” He asked, grabbing my hand as we continued walking.
   
“Apparently they want me there for my birthday. I told them I was going out of town, they forgot, it's on them.” I shrugged, looking away from him and in front of us, to make sure I wasn’t going to run into anyone. “And I mean, they haven't even noticed I haven't been there in how long?” I asked, looking at Louis. “It's been like four days and they didn’t say anything until now because they just realized that it was my birthday. Besides, that's just a house. It hasn't been a home since Gemma died.” That would explain why I hadn't gotten anything from them all day. Not a call, text, anything. They forgot and got mad because I wasn’t there to remind them.
   
Louis pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I'm your home?” I nodded my head, leaning my head on his chest.
   
“No matter where we are, I’m always home with you.”