Love Isn't That Spooky

Chapter 7

A/N: Warning there contains some smut in this chapter so read only if you want :)

Louis POV

Okay so Harry wants me to meet his Mother. I don't know how I feel about this. Most parents I meet are offended by my tattoos and think that I'm going to corrupt their precious little ones. Ugh please. I couldn't let him down though. 

"Yea sure, why not." 

We climbed out of the car and my skin broke out in goose bumps. Why was I so nervous?

You want Harry's mom to like you because you really like Harry that's why Tomlinson now get a grip on yourself. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Harry yelling at me to hurry up from the porch step. Well it was now or never.

The door swung open and I was greeted to the familiar smell of pine needles and home baking. I pushed my shoulders back and slowly strode into the living room under false confidence. "Harry? Is that you?" A female voice echoed through the hall. "Yea I'm home Mom-" He was cut short by his mother entering the room. "Well come here then and say hello, I've missed you Hazzy-bear." She squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on his forehead. Harry groaned and pushed her away. "Mom stop embarrassing me in front of Louis." His mother grinned. "Ah yes Louis, finally a pleasure to meet you, you're all Harry talks about in his in texts. Thank you for taking care of him for me while I was gone. I'm Anne by the way."  She was short with long black hair and a twinkle of a smile in her eyes. "Heya Anne, good to meet you, how are you?" I asked politely. She was the first parent that seemed unfazed by my appearance, I appreciated that. "Oh I'm fine Louis I've just got a bit of jet lag from one of my annual business trips." She said gesturing to three suitcases lines up along the hall outside the kitchen. "Mom can I have my friend back now?" Harry whined. Anne laughed and waltzed off but not before saying how I must simply stay for dinner.

Harry and I went up to his room to play fifa. His room was large with a wooden framed queen bed in the middle, blue sheets and four plump pillows. Posters littered one wall and a window covered half of the back wall. I gently sat down on his bed and smoothed my hand over the sheets. Haz chucked me a control and we played until Anne announced that dinner was ready.

Harry and I raced down the stairs like little kids and helped ourselves to meatballs and spaghetti. I thanked Anne and we all sat down at the table and made small talk. She eventually broke the short comfortable silence by announcing that she was going to bed to catch up on sleep and that I was welcome to stay the night. Once we heard her bedroom door close Harry and I looked at each other. "Let's go clubbing!" we said at the same time.

At 10pm when the house was silent we crept out of the front door and out into the cool night air. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was phenomenal and Harry's eyes shone with excitement. Quickly we got in the car and headed to the closest club.

The long line outside snaked around the building and the light that shone through cracks in the walls were neon pink. The concrete outside thumped to the beat and people were jostling in the line to get a glimpse of the fraction of a second that the doors swung open to let people in. This was going to take way too long. Luckily for us I knew another entrance and I was friendly with the barman so I was guaranteed the slip and maybe even a few drinks.

I took Harrys soft pale hand in mine and pulled him out of the line. "What?- Lou?" I shushed him and lead him down an alleyway to where a grotty window stood a few centimetres off the ground. I tapped twice then called the bar man on my cell phone. Within minutes the window was pushed open and Harry and I crawled through the narrow gap. We landed in through the staff bathroom. I got in first then helped Harry down by holding his hand firmly. We followed my mate through the doors and behind the bar, then we immersed ourselves into the crowds knowing it was best to disappear then thank him later.