Bambi ♡ Larry

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✧ ten ✧

"What the fuck did you just say?" Louis turns to the elderly lady with a growl. Harry cowers a little, immediately grabbing onto Louis' arm. The boy had never like confrontation and he most definitely didn't want Louis getting into trouble.

"Oh. You're her dad... Sorry, I thought you were two of those gay boys. My bad," the elderly lady smiles, waving Louis off. Harry bites his lip and looks away from her, tears springing at his eyes.

"Just fuck off," Louis mutters harshly, his hands forming a fist against the table, his knuckles white and arms bulging under the band shirt he wears. The woman stands there in shock and Louis raises his eyebrow at her. "What? Forgot your hearing aid? Let me talk a little louder for you. Take hold of your walker and wheel the fuck off, you bitch."

She makes an appalled sound but does as Louis says, walking off with a glare, muttering inaudible words under her breath.

"You just called an old lady a bitch," Harry laughs, the tears in his eyes still prominent. "Did you think I was a girl when you first seen me?" He asks insecurely, wrapping his arms his stomach.

Louis shakes his head and fixes his fringe with his hand, patting it down a little. "I knew you were a boy. Have never seen a girl that pretty... Did you think I looked old enough to be a dad when you first seen me?" Louis snorts, nudging Harry's waist with his hand.

"A daddy maybe," Harry mumbles, tugging at the hem of his skirt. He smirks a little and looks up at Louis. The older man sits there with his mouth open and eyes wide.

"What did you just say?" Louis' voice is higher-pitched than usual, his hand has moves to grip onto the edge of the table and his cheeks have tinted a deep red.

"Can we go home?" Harry squeaks out, pulling an innocent-looking smile to his face. "That is what I said. Why? What did you hear?" He asks, voice sweet.

Louis let's out a shaky breath and stands up, squirming in his place. "Nothing... C'mon, Bambi. Let's go."

-*-

"You alright in there, Haz?" Louis knocks on the bathroom door, a little worried about the boy.

"I'll be out in a second!" Harry calls back, pulling the hem of Louis' blue tee-shirt down a little more over his panties. He looks in the mirror and does a little twirl, biting his lip. The shirt doesn't fully cover Harry's bottom and he doesn't know whether to ask Louis for a new one or just deal with it, not wanting to bother the man.

He bends over and grabs his dirty clothes off of the grey tiled ground and holds them against his chest. He walks out of the bathroom nervously, eyes pinned to the ground when he comes into Louis' view. "I-uh..."

"Pass them here, Bambi. I'll get them all cleaned up for you," he tells the boy, holding his hands out for them. Harry reaches to pass them over, the shirt riding up further upon his thighs and Louis can't help but catch a glimpse, his stomach flipping in arousal.

"I'll be back," he tells Harry quickly and rushes off to the laundry, cursing under his breath as he goes. Why does the young boy have to be so attractive?

A/N: thoughts? What do you want to happen next? xo