Bambi ♡ Larry

0.4

✧ four ✧

"Come on in," Harry perks up when hearing his mother speak. A bunch of chatter echos through the home and Harry switches his television off rapidly and makes a move to stand up. The blushing boy nervously steps into the narrow hall where the adults stand conversing, smiles prominent on all of their faces.

He watches for a moment, eyes drawn in on Louis as he sheepishly stands, arms linked behind his back, hand clasped around his wrist. Louis glimpses at him and Harry looks away, although knowing full well he was caught gazing at the man in the tight jeans and button-up shirt, rolled to his elbow, tattoos on exhibit.

"Hi again, Harry..." Louis says softly, his voice dripping with fond, abridging any additional conversation that was being had as the other three turn to the boy.

Harry waves, his words caught in his throat. He feels his cheeks heat up further, if possible.

Anne laughs and shakes her head, turning to Louis. "He gets nervous, he will warm up to you soon though."

"I hope so."

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"So how old are you Harry?" Louis is sat directly across from the smaller boy as they dine, his eyes peeking every now and then at Harry.

"Seventeen," Harry replies softly, swinging his legs. He watches as Louis' eyes widen and he clears his throat a little, glancing nervously at his food. "How old are you Mr Tomlinson?"

"I'm very old," Louis snorts, taking a sip of the wine in front of him. He licks his lips, eyes still locked on Harry's. "I'm thirty-two, love."

Harry bites his lip and glances at Charlie, whose eyes are cast on Louis, somewhat squinted. "My Lou and I got married very young," he gleams as he tells everyone, linking his arm with the brunette, leaning his on Louis' shoulder. "High school sweethearts."

Harry takes a sip of water, concealing the roll of his eyes. He can't help but not like the blonde, whether it be that he is with a very cute guy or he is just irritating... Or perhaps both.

"I heard a lot of young marriages don't work," Harry shrugs, his plump lips curving into a slight smirk when Charlie openly scowls at him.

"Harry," Anne murmurs harshly, eyes widening and apologies immediately tumbling from her lips.

"It's fine," Louis chuckles, nudging his hand through his hair. "So you must be on break now, right Harry?"

"Yes, Mr Tomlinson."

"Sadly he will be locked up here most of the time since me and David work," Anne sighs sadly, feeling sorry for her son.

"Well Charlie starts his new job in a few days and I work from home, so if you ever get lonely, come over to mine and we will find something fun to do." Louis' tone isn't suggestive, but Harry can't help but squirm against his seat as he swallows thickly.

"O-okay... That sounds g-good."

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