The Policeman and the Popstar

VI. Louis's Dating Shock

There was silence inside the kitchen. Justin sat there in shock, as his brain struggled to make sense of what his eldest son had just told him.

"Are you kidding me?" he finally asked. "My son is dating the youngest son of a foreign head of government? Do you have any idea of the media storm this is going to cause? Give me one good reason not to forbid you from ever seeing him again!"

"This is exactly why I never told anyone, not even you, Dad." pleaded Louis with tears in his eyes. "I really am sorry."

"Go to your room, Louis." snapped Justin angrily, fighting to control his raging temper. "I need to calm down. I'll be up to talk to you about this later."

 Louis left the room sadly, with Justin calling after him as he headed for the stairs, "Take a shower and get ready for bed while you're up there. Don't you dare start playing computer games or so help me God I will take a pair of scissors and cut all your gaming system power cords off!"

When he heard Louis climbing the stairs, Justin sat in the kitchen with thoughts racing through his head one after the other. The media will be all over this in hours if they ever find out, was his first scary thought.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Confused, Justin answered the front door. A man in a wheelchair, wearing a dark suit and tie, flashed a badge in front of his eyes, too fast for Justin to recognise any details.

"Special Agent Wade, British Secret Service. I was told a young man named Louis lived here." the agent introduced himself in a no-nonsense tone. "Would he be your son?"

"Yes, that's him." Justin replied. He invited the agent into the house, leading him into the living room.  

"Is this house secure?" was the first question the agent asked the moment he'd stepped inside.

"I'm an officer in the NYPD, this is one of the most secure houses in all of New York, why do you ask? Of course my house is secure!" snapped Justin sharply.

The agent didn't answer, instead speaking into a sleeve microphone. "The location is secure." Justin didn't hear the reply that came but a moment later, a tall, thin, red-haired young man walked into the room, escorted by two more agents in dark suits.

"I'm sorry to barge in without warning, sir." explained one of the escorting agents. "But young Ronald here was very insistent."

"Whatever you say, Macmillan." smiled Ron, nodding at the agent. Turning to Justin, he asked, "This is Louis's house, isn't it?"

"Y-yes." stammered Justin, still trying to get over the shock of seeing the British Prime Minister's youngest son standing there in front of him. "Louis is in the shower right now, if you wait a few minutes I'll call him downstairs for you."

A few moments later Louis came charging down the stairs, barefooted and in pyjamas. He skidded to a stop in the living room, his mouth dropping open as he realised who was in front of him.

"Ron, babe, what are you doing here?" he gasped. In two quick strides he was across the room, and Ron took his tearful boyfriend into his arms, whispering into his ear. "It's okay, babe. I'm here now. Shh, shhh."

"Dad tried to stop me from seeing you ever again." sobbed Louis, clinging on to his boyfriend as if he would disappear if he let go.

"He did what?" roared Ron in fury, spinning around in Louis's arms to face Justin with anger blazing in his eyes.

"You dare keep my boyfriend from seeing me?" hissed Ron furiously to Justin.

"Mr Weasley, please try to understand." begged Justin. "The media storm would be enormous. I was only trying to protect my son from the publicity..."

"Don't you think I know that?" snapped Ron. "My publicity people will handle the media. But it was Louis's choice to date me, no one else's. If you try to come between us again, it will cost you your job as a police officer in this city."

"How did you know about this anyway?" asked Justin.

"Your son sent me a message when you sent him to his room, explaining everything." Ron glared at Justin. "Unless you want to lose your job as an officer of the law and cause a diplomatic incident over this, I suggest you back off and stop being so overprotective." 

Justin knew he'd been overruled, so he nodded. "As it's getting late, and as an apology for what I did, may I offer you the spare bedroom for the night, Mr. Weasley?" Justin asked.

Ron nodded. "Very generous of you, Mr. Bieber. I was planning to ask you anyway, since I couldn't very well leave Louis alone in the state he's in right now." Ron kissed a tearful Louis on the cheek and Louis smiled gratefully at his dad.

"But you two will be sleeping in separate rooms until I agree otherwise, boyfriends or not I will not have anything inappropriate in my house, I mean it." growled Justin. "Especially not in front of the younger boys, Louis. Anything other than holding hands or kissing is to be discussed with me first and happens behind closed doors, are we clear? Otherwise I call the whole thing off, and my job can go to hell."

Both Louis and Ron nodded, and Louis breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Now, I am going to help Louis wash his face and then I am going to tuck Louis back into bed." snapped Ron. "Without any interference from you, if you don't mind, Mr Bieber."

Turning to the two Secret Service agents, Ron snapped: "Ernie, James, see to it that I'm not disturbed while I help my boyfriend back to bed."

The agent in a wheelchair, now identified as James, snapped to attention and barked out, "Sir."

Taking Louis's hand, Ron led him gently back up the stairs. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll tuck you back in bed, okay?" Louis, his face wet with tears and eyes red from crying, nodded gratefully as he was led to the bathroom and had his face washed gently. He was too tired to protest as Ron led him back to his bedroom, tucking the covers of the bed around him and kissing him gently on the forehead.

"Remember, I'm just next door if you need me, babe. Try and get some rest." Ron smiled lovingly at his boyfriend.

"Babe?" Louis whispered.

"Yes my love?" asked Ron.

"Don't go. Stay with me until I fall asleep. Please?" whispered Louis, tears threatening to fall from his eyes again.

"Of course I will, sweetie." smiled Ron, snapping off the bedroom light and crossing the room to sit on Louis's bed. He reached up a hand to stroke it through Louis's hair.

"Shhh, love. Try and relax. I'm here." whispered Ron. 

Love. He'd never get tired of being called that, even after only a month of dating. In the darkness, Louis smiled as Ron's fingers continued stroking through his hair. Slowly Louis's breathing evened out, his eyes fluttered closed, and he fell asleep.

Standing up from the bed, Ron kissed Louis gently on the forehead one more time, and made his way to the spare bedroom. Stripping down to his underwear and socks, he climbed into the bed. Smiling as he thought of his boyfriend in his room next door, it wasn't long before he too fell asleep.