Harry Styles is a sensible, responsible man.
Louis Tomlinson is a rude, disobedient boy.
What happens when Louis' mother is fed up with his behavior and calls the only person she can think to call, her old friend Harry Styles.
Can Louis trust Harry...
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Louis' POV:
I groaned when I was awoken yet again by Niall's loud laughter. I sat up in bed reluctantly.
I was about to try and sleep more when I remembered it was the day Harry said he was going to bring me to his favorite bookstore.
I told him I was excited to go to the store, but kept to myself that I was also excited to spend the day with him.
After hopping out of bed, I quickly pulled a pair of sweats over my boxers and headed out of my room, not bothering to put on a shirt.
I stopped in my tracks in the living room when I heard a woman's voice coming from the kitchen. I started to approach the kitchen when Harry walked in the living room.
"Morning, Lou. I thought I heard you." He smiled at me, walking closer to me.
"Morning." I mumbled, yawning afterwards and peaking behind him to try and see if there was someone else in the flat. I was about to ask, when Harry spoke again.
"Decided to go to breakfast without a shirt?" Harry teased. To ensure I knew he was joking, he reached out and ruffled my hair, giving me a quick side hug that I was not fast enough to reciprocate.
"Just like you decided to go to breakfast without a brain." I mumbled, trying to fix my hair.
"You want to play that game, do you?" He raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips, shooting me a playful glance.
"A game implies you have a chance of winning." I rebutted with a small smile, secretly hoping he'd continue to play along.
"You might have one over me mentally, but I think I can level the score." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to what he meant.
My eyes widened when he ran closer to me, tackling me in a hug. I would have fallen over completely if he didn't then lift me slightly off the ground.
"Harry!" I shrieked, squirming around to try and break free. "You dick!" I couldn't help but smile when I heard him break out into laughter. Harry placed me back on the ground. I looked up at him with a glare, rolling my eyes at the smug look on his face. "You're a complete idiot." I huffed, dramatically wiping nothing off my pants.
"How ever do you put up with me?" He exclaimed sarcastically. "Come eat. I want you to meet my sister and nephew." He twitched his head in the direction of the kitchen before walking that way.
"Wait, huh? Who?" I asked, calling after him. He didn't glance back at me, fully expecting me to follow him.
I grabbed one of Harry's sweatshirts he left draped over the couch and quickly pulled it on as I walked behind him toward the kitchen.
