A/N: This chapter is highly unedited, and it is possibly a really bad chapter. I haven't been on my writing game lately, but I wanted to give you guys something... so here you go!

WARNINGS: mentions of past drug and alcohol abuse, abandonment, and abuse.

I sat in front of the dark haired woman, watching the way her dry hair swayed around her shoulders as she leaned forward to grab her cup of water; something I am still shocked over.

Once she swallowed her small drink, she cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair, her dark brown eyes falling onto me. "I'm pregnant,"

After sitting in utter silence since I got here, I was so thrown back that she had actually talked that it took a moment, or two, for her words to sink in. Pregnant? "How the fuck could you be pregnant?" I hissed, grasping the edge of the table to keep myself from falling. The world began to sway around me, my eyes darting to every small thing in this room just so they wouldn't focus on the woman across from me.

I had always thought that my mom got her tubes tied after she had me, and that's how she has remained unpregnant all this time.

Narrowing her eyes at me like she was saying 'you know how I got pregnant.' I scoffed and shook my head. "Is that why you wanted me to come here in the middle of the night? So you could tell me that you were getting a fresh start at ruining another innocent child's life?" I spat, saying things that came to my mind though I was able to keep... certain thoughts to myself.

Like; is this baby going to be addicted to drugs? Do you even know who the father is? How is this baby going to survive with you being it's mother?

"I called you here so we could talk. Not so you could judge me, Louis,"

"No, mum," sitting up straighter in my chair, I leaned forward, "you called me here in hopes I would feel pity for you and come back to help you raise this drug baby." it was harsh, more so than I intended, but I can't say I didn't feel a little bit of satisfaction when I seen her flinch.

Covering her stomach with her hand, her thumb began to rub over the spot above her bellybutton and I watched as she breathed in and out, either trying to calm herself down so she didn't do one of her famous flips outs, or she was acting like she was trying not to cry.

"I don't need your help in raising the baby, Louis. The father is more than capable in helping me do so. I asked you to come here because I was wondering if you and that boyfriend of yours were still going good,"

Why the hell was she wondering about Harry? Biting back a few remarks about how I'm sure the father would be capable in raising a child when he wasn't even capable enough to put on a condom, I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. "Why?"

Now it was her turn to be nervous. Her eyes darted around the room, finding interesting things in even the darkest of corners. "I am moving in with the father of the baby. He is a nice man and I think he will be good for me," pausing, she inhaled deeply and finally looked at me, her mask she has been wearing all these years completely crumbling into nothing, and revealing a tired looking woman with sad, brown eyes. "You and Lottie are adults now. I have done nothing to help you guys turn into the amazing people you are today, and I don't plan on ruining any chances at a future you guys have by asking you to move in with me and Dan." there was a 'but' lingering, and I knew what was coming next before she even said it.

"But, we want to sell this house. It is just rotting away, and we don't have the finances to save it, so we want to give someone else the chance to." and there it was.

She is not only starting fresh with this baby, but with a new man and a new house. She no longer needed me and Lottie to run to the store for her, or to get her liquor. She didn't need us to sell her pills or clean the vomit off of her body at three in the morning. There was no use for us in her life, so she was getting rid of us and any trace of the family we once were.

"What about me and Lottie?" I knew what was going to happen to us. If we, more me than Lottie because she already lives at Zayn's while i'm just spending the nights at Harry's, don't find somewhere to live soon, we will be living on the streets.

"You guys are old enough to figure that out yourselves. You have come this far in the world without me, and I know you both can go much further. Neither one of you need to have your mother there with you every step of the way. It is your time to go out in the world and see where you belong,"

"I'm only in highschool!" I shouted, my voice cracking as tears began to burn my cheeks. "How am I supposed to find a job to make enough money so I can get a flat, while still going to school? How--"

"That's enough, Louis Tomlinson. You were not raised to be afraid of the world. You are to do good things with what you have, even if that means giving up your education so you can make a living for yourself."

Tears from desperation and the realization that my mum was abandoning us, soon turned into angry tears. I stood up from my chair faster than I ever have moved in my life, and in mere seconds the table that was once separating us was now shattering into pieces across the room, splinters flying everywhere.

"I raised myself, so don't you ever fucking tell me how I was raised," I was in her face now, my hands circling her arms and forcing them over so I could see the needle tracks that ran along her arms. "You were too busy shooting up all those drugs to even care about mine and Lottie's life. You don't even talk about Spencer anymore! You act like he doesn't matter because he seen a way out and left,"

At the mention of her first forgotten child, my mum stiffened in her seat and the mask went flying back on. "Do you ever wonder about him or how he's doing? Of course not! You don't give a shit about him. As long as you are happy, all is right. Is that how it's going to be with me and Lottie? The moment we move out we are forgotten and never to be spoken of again?"

"I think you should leave now. I'm tired." she ripped one arm out of my grasp, then pried my fingers off of her bony wrists. Not even acknowledging what I had said or done, she got up from her seat and walked out of the kitchen, the last sight of her being with her back to me and her shoulder blades, along with every other bone in her body, pressing against her pale skin.

Without giving myself the chance to collapse to the dirty floor and allow myself to fall apart, I grabbed my hoodie from off of the back of the couch and stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I descended the shitty stairs that felt like they were going to break under my weight, something I was sure the new buyers would love to fix, and walked across the wet grass.

It had been raining and there was a slight chill in the air, so, with a loud huff and a few curse words mumbled, I pulled on my hoodie and continued on my way down the street, going god only knows where. The material was lighter than my other hoodie, but it still managed to do it's job at keeping the cool weather from nipping at my skin.

The remaining tears that stained my cheeks began to dry and left my face feeling tight, something I only noticed when I tipped my head back to study the rising sun. I can't believe I let myself believe that my mother simply wanted to talk to me at four in the morning, and I can't believe I hadn't let Harry know. But maybe telling Harry wasn't such a bad thing. I needed to think things over, and a walk was a perfect opportunity for that.

My footsteps made a wet, crunching noise on the damp pavement, small splashes from shallow puddles jumping up and lapping at the bottom of my jeans. My worn out shoes were completely soaked through, and I could feel as my toes began to grow numb from the water that felt like I had just dipper my toes in a bathtub full of ice water, but I continued to push forward.

One minute, the only thing that was running through my mind was my cold feet and the fact that I would get my ass chewed at when I got back to Harry's, but the next, it was being swamped with thoughts of my mum and Lottie and what had just gone on.

I didn't know what I was going to do, or where I was going to go, or what my mum was going to do now that she was pregnant yet again. Was she going to give up drugs? Was she going to stop drinking and finally get her act together? What about Lottie. I knew she was a lot closer to mum then she let on, so how was she going to handle everything when she finds out our mum is abandoning us.

Then the worries started to melt away and memories of the house began to play in my mind, memories I didn't want to remember. They were depressing, mostly. All the once happy memories I may have made in that house were replaced with ones of my mum stumbling through the door, drunk, high, or both-- off her ass with a man in tow behind her.

Or memories of the first time my mum had hit me, and every time after that. I couldn't remember one good thing that happened in that house that didn't involve either me or Lottie getting hurt or in trouble.

The depressing thing is, though, is that I don't have one single memory of Spencer. I knew who he was because Lottie talked about him a lot, but I wasn't old enough to actually know him. He was fifteen years old when he left to live with our dad, and nobody, not even my mum, has heard from him since. He had only been apart of my mother's early partying days.

He got to miss out on seeing her sprawled out on the couch with a needle shoved in her arm, and walking into her room at two in the morning because you had a nightmare, only to see her having sex with some dude. He only had to endure the three years she spent crying and drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

But I can't say I blamed him. If I had gotten a chance to go live with my father when I was younger, I would have jumped at the opportunity. Now? Not so much.

When I was younger I believed my father was the greatest man in the world. He could have been beating my mum or anyone else in front of me and I would still look at him like he was walking on the moon. But now that i'm older, I know he wasn't the type of man I wanted in my life. He was a liar, a cheater, and a possible abuser. He was everything I never wanted to be.

But like, holy fuck, what did I do to deserve such a shitty life?

I mean, the moment my dad left it was like a plate in the earth sifted. It was like the universe didn't want me to be happy, because when things were finally starting to look up for me, I had to fuck up in some way and ruin everything.

Except for now. I had Harry, and I haven't fucked that up (yet).

Sighing, I shoved my hands into my pockets and pulled out my cellphone. It was still early in the morning, it only being just after six o'clock. I was hoping it was later so I could go find a coffee shop to buy a tea or something to warm myself up with, or just anything to use as an excuse so I didn't have to go and face Harry yet.

I wasn't ready to face him.

Then I remembered the park. It was a perfect place to just go and sit and relax and let yourself ponder life itself as you stare at the empty swing sets.

My body jerking in a different direction, my legs began to move with ease, and in no time, I was walking up to the bench that set in front of the playground.

The place was deserted. Nobody was insight, not even a stray animal. It was almost creepy, but when I set down and looked up at the sky to see the sun breaking through the thick clouds, I couldn't think that anymore.

Rays of sunlight began to stream through the clouds and make all the tiny droplets of water that rested on the leaves of the trees shimmer. It was breathtaking the way that small droplet looked in the light, and it was just enough for me to let my mind wander.

~~~

With shaking hands, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone. Tears were streaming down my face and landing on my hoodie, making wet patches on the dark material.

I had no idea what had happened, but one minute I was daydreaming about me and Harry, and the next minute I was crying because somehow everything came flooding back and I realized that the first time I had seen my mother sober in years, was for her to tell me she was upgrading her family.

I clicked on Harry's contact and held the phone up to my ear, my breathing shallow and rough all at the same time. The phone ringed a few times before Harry picked up, his voice thick with sleep and disoriented.

"Hello?"

"H-Harry" it came out a cracked whisper, and that just made my tears fall harder.

"Louis? What the hell? Where are you? Are you downstairs? Why are you calling me? What's wrong?" he sounded worried, making me let out a choked sob.

How did I deserve him?

"My m-mum wanted to talk so I left and now I can't breath and my world is falling apart and Harry." I didn't think I could face him yet, that I didn't need him, but I realized all too soon how wrong I was. I needed him to tell me everything was going to be okay. I needed him to hold me and comfort me. I needed him to make me feel like something, at least one thing, was alright in this world.

"Where are you?" he growled into the phone, and I could hear as the door to his bedroom opened, followed by his rapid footsteps down the stairs.

Fuck. I fucked up. I am making Harry worried because I am not strong enough on my own to handle my own feelings. What the fuck was I thinking?

Crying harder, but not wanting Harry to hear, I cupped a hand over my mouth to stifle my sobs and only removed it when I was sure there was going to be no more of those disgusting noises. "I'm sorry I worried you. I'm fine. Go back to bed. I'll see you in a little,"

He went to answer, but I didn't give him a chance to before I hung up my phone, turned it on silent, and stood up. With my phone now tucked safely in my pocket, and silent tears now rolling down my face, I began to walk.

I walked much like I did this morning; with no destination. Every once in awhile I got the urge to check my phone when I seen a couple on the street being all lovey and dovey, but I managed to keep myself from doing so by digging my fingernails into the palm of my hand.

I didn't know where my legs had led me until I glanced up and seen I was standing in front of a... pet store? Cupping my hands to shield the sun, I looked through the glass and seen all the different cages full of animals.

This is exactly what I needed.

Brushing the tears off my face, and all the problems that have nestled their way onto my shoulders, I pulled open the door and like a hand smacking me in the face, a rush of stale, shitty air smacked directly into my face and forced its way into my nostrils.

Trying to keep myself from vomiting, I walked into the pet store...

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(Shitty transition, I know, but shhhh)

I pressed my face against the wiring on the cage to try and get a better look at the small bundle in the corner of the cage, it being blocked by all the cats that were trying to claw at my face. I was guessing it was a kitten, but I couldn't tell because of the way it was positioned.

I have made my way around the entire store and visited each and every animal in here, except for the snakes and spiders because those things scared the crap out of me, and now I was at my last stop. Cats were adorable creatures, and i've always wanted one, but the ones that were all up in my business right now didn't seem like the type I would get.

Their fur was smooth, their eyes were black and kinda creepy, and they all seemed like attention whores. Which brings me back to the thing in the corner. I turn around to ask the guy, whose name is Jon and has been good at assisting me today, what it was only to discover he is standing right beside me.

"Cat in the back? It's a female, we call her Zoey, she is a runt and we have yet to discover her breed," Aha! So it was a cat.

Smiling widely, I turn back to the cage and stick my finger through a small opening on the side, near the back. "Zoey," I whisper, my finger brushing against the side of her body. I went to repeat the action, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Careful there. Zoey has been bought twice, but they have brought her back because she is fiesty. Since the last family, she hasn't let anyone touch her," Jon warned, his voice just loud enough for me to hear so the other customers didn't know of their potentially dangerous cat.

Furrowing my brows, I shrugged his hand off and reached for the hook on the cage, which was on the side, that would unhook the door and let it open. "May I?" I asked, to which he shrugged and took a step back.

Scooting forward even more, I leaned to the side for better access and opened the door. The cats began to group by it, all of them trying to get out, by thanks to a sudden hand that appeared that began to shoo them away, I was able to grab the bundle in the back by the back of it's neck and lift it out.

Jon had been right. She was the runt, or so I think because she was tiny. I had small hands, but even so, she barely overlapped them. The stubborn thing kept her head buried in her chest and I was beginning to worry that she was dead until her tiny ear flinched, and her head began to lift.

I held my breath in anticipation, and when I was finally able to look at her face, I felt my heart melt and my eyes turn to mush. "You are such a cute little thing, aren't you?" I asked her quietly, my finger scratching the small space behind her ear.

She opened her mouth and yawned at me, but didn't do anything else. She just sat there and stared at me with her large blue eyes that had tiny black slits in them. Her black fur was sticking out everywhere, and now that I was able to look at her from this point of view, I noticed that her head was at least a size too big for her body.

But she was absolutely adorable.

My brain kept telling him to put her back, that I couldn't afford to have a kitten (and not to mention the fact that I had nowhere to keep one), but my heart was telling me something completely different. "I'll take her," I whispered to Jon, but continued staring at the kitten. I knew my brain was right, but I didn't care. I was listening to my heart right now, and that seemed to make not only me happy, but the cat too because at the words, she perked up and licked the pad of my thumb.

It tickled, and I let myself giggle. I didn't care that I sounded like a child, a girl one at that. All I cared about was that I was happy on a day I thought was full of nothing but disaster.

Patting my pocket, to make sure my two hundred dollars was still there (the money I have been saving up for a long while now), and completely missing Jon's wary look, I stood up and followed him to the front of the store, the kitten cradled carefully in my arm.

After paying a little over a hundred for her, I managed to get a bag of cat food, a food tray, a water tray, a pink collar, a few small toys, kitty litter, a kitty litter box and I still had five dollars left to get me a tea or something.

Moving the bag to rest in the crook of my elbow, I told Jon goodbye and walked out of the pet store exactly two hours after entering it. Zoey was curled up in a tiny ball in my arm and her black fur blended in with the material of my hoodie.

Smiling at her, I rubbed the top of her head with my finger as I began to walk. To look at, you would think her fur was rough and gross feeling, but it was surprisingly soft and it made me smile everytime I twirled the long piece that stuck out on top of her head.

I had only made it a block from the pet shop when both of my arms began to tire and the bag felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. I knew that the closest tea shop was at least another three blocks away, but I wasn't sure I was up to walking that far with these two.

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I moved to the side of the sidewalk to get out of everyone's way and leaned against the building, the bag sandwiched between me and the cool wall. I wanted to call Harry and ask him for a ride, but upon unlocking my phone and seeing the twenty seven missed calls and fifty text messages, all from Harry, the three blocks wasn't looking so far.

"Be prepared to get yelled at," Louis whispered to the tiny thing he cradled in his arms as he dialed Harry's number.

Not even two rings later and the line was picking up. "I have searched this entire fucking town. Where are you?"

Rolling in the balls of my feet, I hissed into the phone and looked around. "By buildings," I said, which probably wasn't a good idea. Harry wasn't happy, that I knew, but where was the harm? Could he even get any angrier.

Turns out he could.

"I'm not playing Louis. You have five seconds to tell me where you are before I go and knock on your mother's door."

"You wouldn't," I gasped, nearly dropping both Zoey and the bag.

Glaring up at me, Zoey meowed at me, displeased with the sudden shift. Bouncing her like she was a baby, I stared at the street across from me, trying to calculate how fast I could make it to my mothers.

"Try me," I could hear something creek on the other side, and I knew that sound all too well.

I quickly tell him where I'm at and as soon as he gets the address, all I hear is his car door slamming shut before the line goes dead.

Oh fuck.

A few minutes passed by with me chewing on my lip before I seen Harry pull up in his impala, the tinted windows rolled up. I pushed myself off of the wall and began to cautiously walk towards him, but stopped when I seen his door open.

Climbing out of the car, Harry walked around it and my mouth went dry. He was wearing grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and no shirt whatsoever. His tattooes, and everything else, including his extra nipples, was out in display for everyone around us to see.

A few women stopped to gawk at the long legged god as he walked towards me, his flaming emerald eyes locked on me. His jaw was clenched and his lips were locked together in a tight lipped frown.

And holy fuck! Even though he looks like he wants to murder me, he is hot.

"Nice to see you went shopping," he said huskily, his long fingers gesturing towards the bag.

I swallowed thickly and simply nodded.

"For what?"

"Zoey," I said, holding up the arm that held the kitten in it. At the mention of her name, she popped her head up and looked at Harry curiously, her head tilted to the side.

"You bought a cat?" he asked, sounding mystified as he eyed the black creature.

"I did,"

"Why the fuc--" cutting Harry off, I held up my hand and shook my head.

"I bought her because I wanted her. I never once assumed I would be keeping her at your house, so don't even worry. I plan on finding a place for the two of us to stay,"

Shocked by my sudden outburst, Harry stepped forward and laid his hand on my shoulder. "I wasn't going to say she couldn't stay at our place," our place? "I was just asking why you got a cat," speaking softer now, Harry pulled me closer to him and looked down at Zoey before he looked at all the curious bystanders. "Why don't we get in the car so you can tell me what happened today?"

Nodding in agreement, I let Harry take the bag of Zoey's stuff before I climbed into the car and set Zoey in my lap. Unhappy with the movement, Zoey meowed a few times before she realized my thighs were comfortable and laid on them.

I laughed quietly at that, my fingers stroking along the side of her body as I waited for Harry to get in the car so I could tell him what he wanted to know. And as soon as his door was closed, I did. I told him about how my mum called me this morning and asked if I could come over and talk, what happened when I agreed and went over to the house, and then I explained why I didn't tell him and what I have been doing since. Harry just hummed and nodded when necessary, but he didn't say anything the entire car ride.

By the time I finished, we were pulling into one of their many garages. Harry shut the car off, grabbed the bag from by my feet, and got out of the car. I followed after him, moving the cat so she was now held against my chest.

"You can keep her," Harry said as he opened the door to the house and walked in.

"I know I'm keeping her. I'm going to find a flat for us to li-"

Without letting me finish that sentence, Harry dropped the bag to the floor, spun around and pinned me against the door, trapping poor Zoey between us. "Neither one of you will be moving out. Tomorrow we will go and get the rest of your things from your mums, then we will go and get Zoey a few more things, and both of you will remain living here,"

I didn't have time to react before he was pulling away and walking into the kitchen with the bag now in his hand.

"He's a little bi-polar," I whispered to Zoey, breathless. I followed Harry into the kitchen and seen he was talking to Anne, who was sitting at the island. He was probably filling her in.

Humming to myself, I plopped down on the floor and spread my legs, then set the kitten down. She stretched each and every one of her arms, then her back, yawned, and began to walk around. Her tiny body tilted with every step she took because of how proportioned her head was, but that didn't stop her from exploring the kitchen.

I didn't know it, but both Anne and Harry stopped talking and they too began to watch the cat and the way it walked. They watched as she looked at everything in amazement before she made her way back to me, her paw coming up and resting on my thigh as she stared at me with those adorable blue eyes.

Her eyes were too focused for a cat, and it seemed like she was telling me everything was going to be alright with just that simple look, but I knew better than to believe that. Scooping her up, I brought her to eye level and laughed loudly, my eyes crinkling by the corners, as she licked the tip of my nose.

"She seems to like you," Anne said, making both me and Zoey look in her direction. The cat jumped out of my hands and strutted over to where Anne was, her body maneuvering between the chair legs as she rubbed against them.

Anne laughed and picked her up, her eyes lighting up as she held the tiny kitten between her hands. "Your a cute little thing, aren't you, Zoey?" Yup, Harry was filling her in.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and walked over to where they were. I had expected to grab the cat, but instead, the cat was passed off to Harry (who instantly put her on the ground with a disgusted look on his face) and I was pulled into a hug.

"You are welcome to live here, Louis. I love you like you were my own, and I would never throw you out on the street," she said softly, like in a motherly way. I could feel as the tears began to return, and I think Anne knew too because she squeezed my body harder and held me for a few minutes.

"Thank you," I whispered when I began to pull back. She smiled warmly at me and rubbed my shoulder before looking on the floor at the cat who was waiting patiently by my feet.

"Why don't you go show her your new room?" She suggested, her arms falling away when I nodded and bent to pick Zoey up.

"Come on, baby girl, let's go show you where Harry likes to sleep,"

"Why are you showing the cat where I sleep?" Harry asked, alarmed as he watched me start to walk away. "Louis? Why does the cat need to know where I sleep?"

He continued hollering after me, but I chose to ignore him. I gave Zoey a brief walk through of the downstairs, and when I reached the stairs to show her the way to our room, I heard Harry and Anne in the kitchen.

"I was scared, mum. I thought he had left me this morning," Harry's voice was pained, and it sounded like he was crying.

"He would never leave you, Harry. You mean a lot to that boy. He l--" I stopped listening then. I didn't want to know what Anne was going to tell him. No, I didn't want to hear her say that word. I was still struggling with my feelings, and whenever I heard that simple word, Harry was all I thought about and I'm not sure I'm ready to admit I like him a lot more than he knows.

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Harry's POV:

I made my way up the stairs, my feet dragging behind me. I was so fucking drained, both physically and emotionally. When I agreed to date Louis, I knew I was agreeing to some pretty questionable things, but never did I think I would be close to having a heart attack at the age of seventeen over a simple phone call. Well, the phone call and finding myself alone in our bed.

Our bed.

It sounded so nice to say in my mind, but out loud it had a nice ring to it.

Smiling lopsidedly, I walked into our bedroom, but stopped in the doorway. Louis was laying on his stomach on the floor in front of our bed. The cat thing, whatever it's name was, was sitting in front of him, it's head nodding as Louis whispered to it.

"And Harry will act like he doesn't like you, but he will. He didn't like me much at first, but now he can't get enough of me. All you have to do is wiggle your butt a little, take over his bed and sleep with him once in awhile, then he is like putty in your hands,"

I bite my lip to keep myself from talking, and watched as Louis peeked over his shoulder quickly before looking back at the cat.

Little shit knows I'm here.

"And if you really want to press your luck, all you have to do is steal his cookies from the top of his closet (again) and eat them. If he doesn't yell at you, that means he likes you," Louis said as he reached into a box next hidden beside his body and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie.

"How the hell did you find those?" Screw the no talking thing. I have hid my cookies all over and he still manages to find them. Every. Single. Time.

Rolling onto his back and grinning at me around a mouth full of cookies, Louis shrugged. "I got a good nose," he said, words muffled and eyes bright.

Sighing in exasperation, I walked over to him and set down by his feet. Reaching across him, I grabbed the cookies and thanked god there was more than crumbs in here. "Looks like I'll start having to buy raisin cookies," I mumbled as I pulled a cookie out of a sleeve.

Gasping, Louis setup and moved his head so we were staring at one another. "You wouldn't buy those, those nasty things!" His nose wrinkled up and his move fell into a frown, making him look thoroughly disgusted.

"If it means I get more cookies to myself, then yes," lies. I would never buy raisin cookies. They were one of my favorites, but I wasn't going to stop buying chocolate chip cookies just so I could have more. I kind of looked forward to finding Louis eating my cookies. And to think it all started with a muffled whisper from the closet when I called his name.

The little shit had, the first time, found my cookies underneath my bed and hid in the closet so he could eat them. When I yelled for him, he had a mouthful of cookies, and was covered in crumbs that would incriminate him, so he mumbled 'shit' and that led to him being caught chased through the house.

"You're so rude," Louis exclaimed as he threw himself back, dragging me out of my memories.

Snorting, I shook the now empty box before I threw it at him. "Says the one who has a stomach full of cookies while there are starving people around the world,"

Pouting, Louis threw the box to the corner of the room and looked at me. "Not fair. I've had a bad day and I deserve to eat as many cookies as I want, so don't make me feel like a, a cookie monster,"

Nodding, I laid down and scooted up a little so our bodies were aligned. "You're right," wrapping my arm around his waist to hold him in place, I kissed the corner of his chocolate covered lips. "The princess shall have whatever she'd like today with no consequences or repercussions,"

Huffing at the name, but not saying anything, Louis turned his face and pulled mine down so our lips were almost touching. "The princess demands a kiss," and a kiss is what she shall receive.

Smashing our lips together, I was shocked by Louis straightforwardness, but went along with it. I opened my mouth when Louis' tongue ran along my bottom lip, and I let the tongue that tasted like chocolate explore my mouth.

It ran along the inside of my cheeks, across my teeth, then the roof of my mouth before it began to fight for dominance against my tongue.

Our tongues collided and slid against one another, and unknowingly, so were our bodies. Flipping me onto my back so he was now straddling me, Louis held onto my curls as he deepened our kiss.

The kiss grew desperate as he rocked the lower half of his body against mine. He pulled back from the kiss long enough to draw in a deep breath, as well as I, then he took my bottom lip between his teeth and began to tug hard.

I groaned at the feeling, my eyes snapping open and locking with his. The desperation that was reflected in his eyes seemed to do something for my libido because I felt myself start to grow hard.

My hands running along the length of his body, I was groping and rubbing inch I could, my hand straying on the curve of his back, just above the swell of his ass.

"Louis," I warned, wanting him to know that in only a matter of seconds I would be fucking him if he didn't let go of my lip.

Eyes gleaming, Louis' teeth clamped down harder, but not hard enough for blood to yet be drawn. Grasping his hips, I flipped him over and managed not to rip my lip off while doing so.

My hand moved between our bodies and I was just about to undo his pants when my bedroom door opened and Gemma walked in. She froze on the spot, her eyes widening when she seen her half naked brother on top of a flushed looking boy who still held her brothers lip between his teeth.

"Urm, mum sent me up to get you two. Lunch is ready," she rushed out, quickly stumbling out of the room as fast as she could and closing the door behind her.

Letting go of my lip, Louis let his head fall against the ground as he took in a shuddering breath. "Your mother has horrible timing," he groaned, covering his face with his hand.

Agreeing silently with him, I got up off the ground and looked down at my crotch. "This will be hard to hide," I said, staring at the large tent in my trousers.

Peeking between his fingers, Louis giggled and set up. "I caused it, so why don't I help you?"

Without waiting for a response from me, he pulled down my pants and shoved my entire length in his mouth with one go.

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After having the best blow job of my life, and obviously returning the favor to Louis as quickly as I could, we made our way down the stairs and into the dining room.

My mum and Gemma were already seated at the table, Gemma looking flushed with embarrassment while my Mum gave me a knowing look.

Rolling my eyes at the two, I pulled Louis to sit next to me and helped him dish up a small salad and handed him a Turkey sandwich.

We ate quietly for a few minutes, the only sound being the occasional scrape of the fork, and it was driving me mad. I opened my mouth to speak, but my mum beat me to it. "Gemma, dear, why don't you take Louis shopping tomorrow? Help him pick some things out for Zoey and himself,"

At the mention of shopping, Gemmas face lit up and she looked like she was ready to explode. "Yes! I would love to! We can go to the mall for you and... wait, isn't tomorrow prom?" Her face fell, and so did everyone else's fork.

Prom. How the fuck did I forget about that?

Glancing down at Louis, we watched as tongue peeked past his lips as he got lost deep in thought. Finally, after several moments, he speaks, "I don't want to go to prom anymore," it was quiet, but we all still heard it.

"Why?" My mum asked, her hand reaching across the table to grab Louis'.

"I don't know, I just don't feel like it. There's so much going on, and it's not like I'm missing out on my only prom. There will be one next year," he looked up he questioningly, and when I nodded in agreeance, he smiled at my Mum. "I am so sorry you had to waste the money on the suit, and I promise I will pay it all back to you one day,"

"Nonsense, love. It is my gift to you. Why don't you and Harry use it one night to go out to dinner? You both deserve some peaceful time alone," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and I repressed the urge to vomit.

"I will gouge out my eyeballs if you ever do that again," I said, which made everyone at the table laugh.

Everything stopped then and I was able to lean back and watch as three of the people I cared about the most in the world, all laughed and cracked jokes together. I don't know if it's Louis that's turning me into a sap, or if I am getting sick or something, but nothing has ever looked more beautiful to me, than this moment.