Hey! I kinda wanted to update fast, so forgive me if there are some mistakes and that. It's quite a long chapter.

Anygays, five more chapters and then the epilogue and this will be over.

Who's excited?

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TWENTY-THREE
Bizarreness, Family time and Midnight News.

Harry and I entered the hotel restaurant hand in hand.
We both were dressed up with nice shirts and blazers, wanting nothing but look our best while meeting both families.

Though, my mother was running a little late since she got stuck in traffic with Liam, and my sisters weren't in the city, so for my part, it was only my mother.
If she gets her ass here.

Harry's parents and Niall were already at our booked table next to the large windows that had an amazing view of the city below.
They were also dressed elegantly and I couldn't stop myself from burst into laughter at the stupid way we were going to meet.

I'm not this fancy dude while around my close circle, actually I'm fancy almost never. Neither is Harry.

And Niall dressed in a tux is just anything but common. It's actually pretty bizarre.

But here we all are, having dinner in the most expensive place in town, and the first impression they'll have of me is that I'm a weirdo that started to laugh out of nowhere.

Great.

Harry looked at me and he found my laughter contagious, so he started laughing too as we got closer to the table.

One glance at Niall and he understood why I was laughing so hard.

People were staring too. But that only made it more bizarre.
It was a good laugh.

Niall, Harry's mum and father stood up from their seats and Niall didn't wait to pull me in a hug.

"Tommo! What a game today! It was amazing!"

"Thank you." - I laughed. - "What's the occasion to be dressed like this?" - I said, controlling my laughter.

"Do I have to have a reason to dress nicely?"

I rolled my eyes and backed off from his embrace, finally paying attention to the other two people in front of me.

Harry hooked an arm around my shoulders and leaned down, giving me a kiss on the temple.

Harry's mum, Anne, was smiling at me and his dad, well, he was kinda starstruck.

"Mom, dad, I present you my perfect little boyfriend, my love, my Louis."

"Well, hello perfect little boyfriend." - Anne laughed, stepping closer and leaning for a kiss on the cheek.

"God, don't call me that." - I laughed. - "He's just trying to embarrass me so I run away."

"Believe me, we know enough about you already. No reason to be embarrassed or to run away."

"Oh no. What did he say about me?" - I asked, already amused, nudging Harry on his side.

"All good things, I promise." - Harry said, smiling down at me and Niall snorted.

"Hey, I think your dad is broken." - Niall said, poking Des on his shoulder.

The man was standing still with his mouth slightly opened and wide eyes.

"Hey sir." - I said, extending my hand to him. - "I'm Louis. Just Louis, please. If you call me with one of the names Harry gave me I'll die of embarrassment."

"Sorry. Yeah." - He finally snapped out, shaking my hand. - "I'm Desmond. Everyone calls me Des."

"Did you enjoy the game today, Des? I heard you're a big fan of United."

"Yes, good game. Definitely."

"Can we all sit before they start talking about football?" - Anne interrupted and we all nodded, moving to find our seats at the table.

I left one empty seat by my side for my mother and sat in front of Des with Harry on my other side.

Harry moved my hand to his lap and dropped his head on my shoulder, pecking my jawline gently and leaning to whisper something in my ear.

"Get them on your side so we can have a peaceful wedding."

"Are we marrying already?" - I laughed.

"Of course, haven't you seen Niall? He's our wedding officiant." - He joked and I snorted.

"He sure looks like it." - I smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head.

"Dad, stop staring at him." - Harry chuckled.

I turned my face to look at Harry's dad again, seeing him indeed staring at us with a frown.

"I'm sorry. This is just weird."

"It's fine." - I said with a smile. - "Harry told me plenty of times how much of a football fan you are. Besides, you used to live here, right?"

"Yeah, I was born in Holmes Chapel. I was raised loving football, you know? so I almost watched you grow in the team as well. And it's weird." - He shrugged. - "Harry doesn't even like football even if I always tried for him to watch the games with me."

"Yeah, that might be changing now." - Harry said, smiling at me. - "I certainly like football now."

"No, you don't." - Niall said. - "You just love Louis. It isn't the same."

"My dad loves Louis too." - Harry replied.

"Because he's a great player, he saved our team lots of times in the past years, he even took us to the finals at the Eurocup."

"Thank you." - I said, laughing nervously. - "Does this mean you give me the green light to date your son?"

"Oh, no. That's a completely different story. I still need to make sure you're a good guy." - He said, now with a serious expression.

"He's just joking." - Anne said.

"Well, I can assure you my son is a great guy." - A female voice said from behind us, making all of us turn our heads.

"What an entrance, mum." - I rolled my eyes and she walked towards Harry first, completely ignoring me.

"Always, dear." - She smirked, standing next to Harry and looking down at him. - "This is the famous boyfriend, Huh?" - She smiled at him and Harry stood up, giving her a hug.

"Jay, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." - Harry smiled at her.

"Nonsense, I'm the one who was dying to meet the person who has my son wrapped around their finger. He never stops rambling about how wonderful you are."

"I can relate." - Niall added and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, maybe he's a little biased, you know?" - Harry joked.

"I'll definitely be the judge of that." - My mother answered, wrapping him in another hug and then turning to say hello to the rest of the table.

She made me and Harry move a seat to our right so she could be seated next to him instead of by my side.
Soon enough she, Anne and Harry were deep into a conversation on their own.

"Niall?"

"What?" - He asked, looking back at me.

"You look ridiculous, mate."

"Fuck off."

I laughed.

"How's the team going? How are the kids?"

"Oh, they are alright. They clearly miss you and sometimes they throw a fit, yeah all fifteen of them together, because they don't want to follow my instructions, they want yours. So I had to get creative so they could pay attention to me."

"Wow, that sucks."

"Yeah, I guess. But they are excited about the next tournament, so they'll be fine."

"I could watch them through video call sometime. Like once a week if you are alright with it."

"Really? But aren't you like super busy?"

"I have two days off every week, and even with that, I only train eight hours every day, I have plenty of time to watch their training."

"Well, if you want, of course I'd love to have you again. The kids would love to."

"Alright, that's settled." - I smirked.

I turned my attention back to Harry's dad who was practically hidden behind the restaurant's menu and I cleared my throat.

"Niall, you're staying the whole ten days just like Harry, right?" - I asked, earning Desmond's attention too.

"Huh? Yes, yes we are."

"Great. Because I would like to invite you and Des to play footie with some friends this weekend. Of course Anne is more than invited too."

"Is Ronaldo coming?" - Niall smirked.

"We can ask him, sure." - I laughed.

"Hell yeah. You're the absolute best!"

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Harry's dad once again.

"What do you say, Des?"

"I'll kick your ass Tommo." - He said and I cackled.

"If that means you'll accept me as your son in law, then so be it."

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After we finished our food, shared stories of Harry's and mine's childhood, Harry, my mum and I decided to call it a day since I still had training in the morning.

The food was amazing, Harry's family was lovely and they accepted me right away and the hours flew by without even noticing.

Harry was this happy social butterfly that spent the night talking to everyone and changed from one conversation to another and naturally winning my mother over in the process.

We got down to Harry's parents' hotel room to pick up Harry's luggage and Amélie, and with my mother falling in love with the cat, we jumped into my car and drove the way back to my place.

Harry's hand was tangled with mine over the gearbox, and his fingers were softly stroking over my knuckles, sending me shivers all over my spine.

I turned to look at him for a moment, receiving a smile in response and wink.

"Mum, you're leaving tomorrow, right?" - I asked her, looking at the backseat through the reviewer mirror.

"Yes, after midday, why?"

"Nothing." - I mumbled, squeezing Harry's hand in mine.

"I won't intrude on your privacy, if that's what you're thinking."

"I wasn't thinking about that." - I lied.

"But you were."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, not wanting to keep the conversation going.

The soft music coming from the radio and my mother's cooing at Amélie in the backseat were the only sounds for the rest of the drive.

The instant we stepped into the penthouse, my mother left Amelie on the floor and said her goodnights,  walking to her - my - room and locking the door.

Harry laughed.

"I believe she thinks we will fuck."

"Is she right?" - I smirked.

Harry shrugged and got rid of his boots, taking them in his hand and walking towards the guest room, throwing them on the side of the door.

He started to strip from his fancy clothes, collapsing in bed with only his underpants. He opened his arms and waved at me to join him in bed.

I shook my head, getting rid of my clothes until I was in my underwear too, but instead of going straight to bed, I went over to the bathroom to do my night routine.

Brush my teeth, wash my face, apply some cream on my wrinkles and take a piss.

When I returned to the room, Harry was still in the same position, his head down on the pillows with his brown hair spread all over the white sheets. He was smiling widely at me with his open arms occupying the whole bed.

"Aren't you using the bathroom before bed?"

"Later. Now I just want a cuddle."

"Such a baby." - I said, smiling fondly at him and crawling on the mattress until I fell on top of him.

His arms immediately wrapped around my frame and he kissed my cheek.

"I love you." - He whispered, causing the butterflies in my stomach to come to life.

"I love you too." - I smiled and reached up, so I could kiss him.

I caressed his bottom lip and we both closed our eyes, just submerging in each other's words and everything that we lived on the last twelve hours.

I leaned over again, kissing him gently, but when I drew away, he pulled me closer to kiss me with more passion.
He grabbed my face and moved his tongue on my bottom lip asking me to open my mouth.

I immediately opened my mouth and laced my tongue with his, perceiving the smoothness of our tongues dancing together.

It wasn't sweet and caring anymore, it was passionate, it was desire and lust.
It wasn't a goodnight kiss and a cuddle before bed, it was a whole make out session that would only have one end.

My boxers slowly began to feel crowded and the fact that Harry's tongue was fucking my mouth, wasn't helping.

"I'm horny now." - I whispered.

"Huh, really?" - He asked like he didn't know and I hummed, crashing my lips against his' again.

Harry's hand slid down to the bulge in my underwear, he placed his hand there and looked deeply into my eyes, waiting for my reaction.

I nodded, dipping back again and kissing him desperately.

"I'm still sore after early today, but that doesn't mean we can't do other things." - He said and I hummed.

"I'll suck you."

"Nope." - He smirked, pushing my face away and biting his lip. - "You did great with my family today. Just for tonight, you deserve me to eat you out. You've earned it."

I laughed.

"My mother is in the other room."

"It's literally on the other side of the penthouse, I believe we're fine."

"Okay. But please don't let your cockblocker cat get inside this room."

"Lock the door."

I sighed, getting up from the bed, locking the door of the room and closing the window's curtains as well.

"What now?" - I laughed at Harry's drooling face.

"Take off those boxers and come back here. I want you to ride my face, England."

I cackled and I immediately covered my mouth with my palm.

"Sorry, that shouldn't have been so funny." - I said, containing my giggles and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just come here and sit on my face, will you?"

I laughed again, getting rid of my boxers and climbing up in bed.

I clambered to my knees and straddled Harry's chest, gripping onto the headrest for support.
I shifted closer so I could be directly on top of Harry's face.

"Alright down there?"

"Awesome. Let's do this!" - He exclaimed and grabbed my hips, bringing me down to be completely seated on him.

"Fuck Harry, be careful with your pretty face."

Harry hummed against my ass cheek, getting his teeth out and biting on my skin.

"Fine, do as you please." - I huffed, not offended at all when he groaned again, letting his tongue out to lick all over my crack and my breath hitched.

His tongue dived into my rim, getting all the surface wet and sliding in and out, pushing forward and to the sides, pulling a full show that got me panting and unable to speak in a matter of seconds.

His mouth continued doing wonders below me, biting, kissing and licking inside and outside of me.

My hips started moving unwillingly, following the motion of Harry's hands on my hips that pulled me down.
I started rocking back and forth, searching for that special spot that made me see stars.

"Oh oh, m-my god!" - I practically shouted as Harry's impressively expert tongue pressed inside of me once more, and immediately bit on my arm to keep myself from waking my mother with my screams.

My hips bucked down uncontrollably, moving back and forth over his lips, getting his tongue deeper if possible.
My hands were starting to slip from the headboard and my eyes were starting to get a little wet around the edges.

Harry pointed his tongue still as I rode him, some naughty sounds were muffled by my skin pressed on his face, and it was the hottest scene I've ever seen in my life.

Definitely the best fantasy coming to life.

Until it was rudely interrupted by my phone ringing.

"What?" - I breathed out, leaning down to look at the screen.

Liam.

Harry pushed my body up for a second and asked with a hoarse voice.

"Who is it?"

"Liam. Just ignore it." - I said, reaching out and ending the call. - "Go on." - I smiled down at him, his wrecked face below me staring with bright eyes.

He smirked and pulled me down again by my hips, continuing with his previous task.

My orgasm was just so close that I needed release, so with one hand, I started to touch myself, continuing with the rhythm of my hips and getting more riled up with Harry's moans underneath me.

I was still biting onto the arm that was holding the backrest, Harry's nails were still digging on my hips as he took me to the edge.
He let one hand go and slid a finger right next to his tongue, pushing right where needed.

I kept riding through my orgasm, jerking myself off, containing my voice, holding onto the headrest until I came all over my palm.

I sighed loudly and moved back to collapse next to Harry's body.

With a smirk on his wet and red face, he stared at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Good?"

"Awesome. Give me a second to recover and I'll sort you out."

My phone rang again and Harry took it in hand, showing the screen to me.

"Liam again."

"Just hung up on him. I'll call him in the morning." - I said, closing my eyes for a second and evening my breathing.

Harry hummed and threw the phone back on the bedside table, returning to me and cuddling closer.

Still with my eyes closed and my nose buried in Harry's hair, I extended my hand and slid it inside Harry's underwear, catching his dick and lazily moving my hand up and down to get him off.

Harry moaned softly against my neck, sucking a bruise there while I kept working my hand on him.

"I hope my mother didn't hear."

"Mhmm… me too. You were quite loud though."

"Shit. I know. She'll probably joke about it in the morning."

Harry moaned again and with only a few more strokes he came in my hand just when the phone started ringing again.

"What the fuck does he want?!" - I groaned, exasperated.

I cleaned my hand with a wet wipe and picked the phone up, putting it on speaker before heading to the bathroom.

"Louis, I'm sorry for calling you this late. I didn't want to ruin your night, I know you were out with Harry's family."

"Then why did you?" - I asked, clearly annoyed, making Harry snort.

"You need to know this. Please turn on the television."

"What?"

"Just do it, Louis!"

"Fine. Which channel?"

"All of them."

"What?!"

Harry immediately took the remote, turning on the tv and settling on the first news channel he found.

"Football star Tommo surprised us earlier today after the game when we saw him kissing another man. Tommo himself talked to our reporter and confirmed that he was in fact, gay. Of course it was shock for all of us, for all of the football fans around the world! It's definitely a risk that Manchester United is taking by accepting a player with this condition. Or maybe they didn't know. But what we do know, is that some fans that used to believe Tommo was an icon, today that conception changed."

I frowned, looking at the different footages of today's match.

"Are you watching it?" - Liam asked, still on the phone.

"Yes. Harry change the channel."

Harry nodded and found another sports channel playing a similar footage and some football fan testimony.

"We never thought that Tommo could be gay, that changes everything. This is a mans sport. He can't come around here with some boyfriend when we need to win this season."

"Have you seen how bad he played today? That was the reason all along. He should be kicked out of the team." - Another fan said and the whole group of fans surrounding him, cheered.

"Change the channel." - I said again, now gripping onto the phone tightly as I felt the anger boiling inside my veins.

Harry did as I told him, finding another entertainment show that was talking about me as well.

"The big news of the day was undoubtedly Tommo's coming out of the closet after United's game this evening. Of course we have exclusive material to show you, but first let's see how Tommo's fans took the news, show me those tweets, Muriel."

"Tommo is gay? What is wrong with the world?"

"Gays playing football? What's next? Woman as football coaches?"

"To think that once I told my son that he had to be like Tommo. Now I pray to God he didn't listen to me."

"Who's the guy Tommo's dating? I say we should go find him and turn him into a real man."

"Tommo shouldn't be playing anymore after this. It's a shame for the club."

"Who's gonna tell Tommo that he's taking United to ruins?"

"Thank you Muriel. Now let's see the mysterious boyfriend from close, Tommo surprised the fans by also posting a picture of him on his Instagram." - The host of the show continued and I quickly took the remote from Harry's hand, shutting off the television.

"That's enough." - I said sharply. - "Liam, you still there?" - I said, now putting the phone out of speaker and taking it to my ear.

"Yes?"

"Fix this."

"What? How? I told you several times that this was coming! You didn't listen to me."

"Is there anyone talking about it in a good way?"

"Of course. The LGBT community is thrilled."

"Then get those people to speak publicly, I need to save Rangnick's ass, because people will come for him."

"Okay." - Liam said with a trail of doubt in his voice. - "What about you?"

"I can handle people hating me. I'll be ready to answer questions and going to interviews to defend myself. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"And Harry?" - He asked and I looked up at my wonderful boyfriend who was looking down at his lap with a sad expression.

"I'll talk to him to see what he wants to do. Goodnight Liam."

"Bye, Lou."

I sighed and threw the phone on the bedside table, climbing up in bed and kneeling in front of Harry.

I cupped his cheeks and lifted his head to make him look at me.

"My Sweet." - I whispered and he side smiled.

"It's not that bad, isn't it?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"It's bad. But it's something we always knew would happen. My main priority is for you to be out of their reach, okay?"

"They've seen my face. They'll find out eventually who I am."

"I know. But you'll remain out of the public eye. We'll be seen together in public only on the games, yeah? And even then, I'll face the cameras, not you. I'll handle it. Just try not to think much about it. That's what I'll do."

"But they hate us. It's just… it makes me sad."

"I know." - I said, caressing his cheek and leaning to peck his forehead. - "But you make me happy. And that's way stronger than these people's hate."

"Nothing will happen to us?"

"Not in my watch."

Harry smiled up at me and pecked my lips.

"We can worry about this tomorrow. I want to sleep now. Can I be the little spoon tonight?"

"Of course." - I smiled, pecking his lips again. - "Let's brush our teeth."

Harry jumped out of bed, smacked my bum and ran towards the bathroom.
I laughed and shook my head, following him and wrapping my arms around his waist in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Life is about making the right decisions, right?" - I asked him while he brushed his teeth, my hands softly resting over his stomach.

With his mouth fool of toothpaste, he nodded.

"Do you believe I took the right one by exposing us to the whole world?" - I asked again and he spit the paste, cleaning his mouth with water before replying.

"I believe you did what you felt it was the right decision. And that's what matters." - He smiled and I stretched my neck to kiss his ear.

"I wasn't going to hide you. But now I'm wondering if you really wanted to be exposed like this."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

"I didn't. I still don't. But, I'll get used to it if that's what it takes to be with you." - He opened his eyes again and smiled at me through the mirror. - "I know you did it out of love. So, I won't ever resent you for it. Don't worry about me, I can defend myself too. I love you, okay?"

"Harry…"

Harry shook his head, turning around in my arms to face me.

"I'm serious. You took the right decision to keep fighting for us, you were ready to sacrifice your career. Now it's my turn to take courage and defy the universe."

"By accepting a life you didn't want?"

"By loving you." - He smiled. - "Just that. Giving you all the love you give me."

I groaned and hit his chest with my palm.

"You're going to kill me with your words someday." - I sighed, letting my head hit his chest and burying my nose in between his pecs.

Harry snorted and hugged me tightly.

"Better stop talking then. I won't let us end up like those movies." - He joked

"Please don't. We have been avoiding death just fine so far." - I said, smiling up at him and pecking his lips. - "Promise you'll tell me your insecurities from now on."

"Promise."