Something Good Can Work (Larry Stylinson AU) boyxboy

Chapter 2

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"How was your first day darling?" Jay asked , taking her son's coat from his hands. Louis dodged away, heading towards the closet.

"I can do it mum, it's okay." he mumbled , annoyed.

His mother turned to face him, cupping his chin with one hand, checking his forehead temperature with the other. "Geez, what spilled in your cereals this morning Loubear?"

Louis rolled his eyes and walked away , sighing deeply. It wasn't that he didn't like his mother - he really did, she was really important to him- but sometimes (always) she nursed him around a bit too much. Louis didn't mind when he was 8 years old, was okay with it around 12 years old, began to feel annoyed by his sixteen years but being 19 and still taken care of was over the top. When are you coming back? Who were you with? How are you today? Do you want any socks?

It wasn't her fault though, his whole family came from rich roots , having money being handed to them daily from their early years. They never worked to get something , they never had to make efforts , it was simply handed to them. Resulting in different reactions : his mother worked as a volunteer for the hospital and treated him like a baby, his father slept around with women (Louis didn't really like to talk about that) , his sisters got sent in a boarding school after all their temper tramps their parents couldn't cope with and then himself... Louis wasn't okay with being served, nursed, having that easy life. He needed challenges, hopes , failures, wins , dreams to work for. He wanted to have a goal in life and do what he had to do to reach it. But being used to babysitting and taken care of for a majority of his life, Louis became a very sensitive, timid and quite fragile guy. He didn't want to talk about all those nights he came back crying after being picked on at school for his slightly feminine features. Sure , he wasn't all buff and manly. Okay, he maybe had eyelids longer than usual boys, bright blue eyes and full pink lips but that didn't give them any reason to bully him that much. After two years of constant hating, he finally changed school and he thought it was for the best. His old bullies couldn't do anything to him since he was in a whole new city now.

"Want a cuppa? It's still warm and it's your favorite!" his mother exclaimed from the kitchen, he could hear the warm liquid pouring in a mug and his tummy growled. He was actually hungry. He moved to the kitchen, grabbed a pack of biscuits , the mug and sat at the dinner's table in front of his mother.

"How was your first day? Did you make any friends? Met a girl?"

He sensed a skeptical tone in the second and third questions. The blue-eyed boy bit on his biscuit and hid his face behind his mug, sipping on the liquid slowly. Here it goes , falling in a spiral of lies again.

"Not really." he managed vaguely " maybe this one girl.."

False.

His mother yelped excitingly , clapping two hands together.

"A girl!! What's her name? Is she pretty?"

He swallowed hardly and sighed. He wished he could just tell her all of his real feelings. He discovered he might be gay only last year and it didn't end well, but his mother didn't know that. She thought he got bullied because of his high grades and IQ. He wasn't even sure himself , he just knew he didn't like breasts as much as the other boys in his class.

"Mum , you can't just ask these questions, it's embarrassing." Louis forced a laugh , adding to his act.

"Give me some details sweetie, I'm dying over here. My baby boy is all grown up!"

Louis snickered and raised his blue eyes to meet his mother's.

" I don't really know.." he shrugged. He tried to think of one decent girl that he saw but all he had in mind was Harry's gorgeous frame , the fact that the guy could look at him already baffled him but he also talked to Louis and that was... terrifying.