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Mother I'd Like to *

Prompt : Harry's and Louis' son is like 16, so he is hanging out with his friends and his friends are teasing him about how hot his mother (aka harry) is, just like the 1D boys always did with Harry about Anne. The son feels super uncomfortable and Louis is super confused why these little teenagers boys always stare at Harry's body when he is cooking for them whenever they visit until he finds out they think of Harry as the hottest milf in town (more humor than actual sexual references pls, this is supposed to be more funny than awkwardly sexual :D)

By : 28sunflowers

"I can help you with that, Mr. H!" Oliver's friend, Josh, says, rushing to help Harry gather the plates from the table and take them to the kitchen sink.

Oliver groans and Harry gives him a pointed look before smiling at Josh. "That's very nice of you, Josh. Thank you."

Harry is too busy putting leftovers away to see the grin Josh gives Oliver.

"Maybe Oliver should learn some more manners from you."

"I know my manners! I do stuff all the time! You said I didn't have to today because I had a friend over," Oliver says exasperatedly, "a friend who could be playing video games with me right now." Oliver glares at Josh, who just shrugs back at him.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Go ahead Josh, I'll finish this up on my own." Harry says, waving both boys out of the kitchen.

Once they're gone, Harry starts on the dishes. He wonders if something happened earlier to give Oliver that oddly bad mood. Harry knows his son is very rarely rude to his friends, and he almost always volunteers to help cleaning up. Maybe that game is more important to him than I realized, Harry thinks to himself.

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Harry jumps out of the car as soon as Louis parks it, going around it to help getting the groceries. He bends over to grab some bags from the trunk, but is startled upright by a commotion. He looks at their house, where Oliver and his friends are sitting by the doorsteps, and they are loudly commenting on something. There's some whistling, too, and Oliver is blushing deep red, utterly mortified by whatever they are saying.

Harry is brought back to the present by Louis jostling him to reach the rest of the bags.

"What do you think they are talking about?"

Louis at him funnily.

"Sixteen years old gibberish I'm guessing? I don't know, I don't remember that age, it was so long ago." Louis says, closing the trunk.

Harry snorts, "alright, old man. But I do." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "I met you when I was sixteen and I had a very one tracked mind."

Louis scoffs indignantly. "Harry!"

"What? It's true and you know it better than anyone else." Harry pushes some more.

"Oh my god." Louis reprimands with a shake of his head, but Harry can hear the amusement underneath the revolted act.

Harry giggles at Louis' scandalization, hiding it on his shoulder as they get closer to the teenagers.

"Hello, honey. Hi, boys." Harry smiles at everyone while Louis opens the door.

"Hi, mom." Oliver almost whispers, looking scandalized. "I'll help you."

He stands up abruptly and grabs the shopping bags right out of Harry's hand, dashing inside.

"Okay", Harry frowns. He looks back at the boys. They are all staring at him, and Harry feels a bit bugged. Is there something on his face? Are his clothes somehow messed up?