I think I'm gonna go to sleep soon. The talk with my mum took out a lot of energy. I walk up the stairs and into my room. I feel my pockets to make sure my phone is there. It's not.

Silently I walk back downstairs and grab my phone off of the charger and begin to walk away.

"Don't forget what I said Louis." my mum says, startling me. I nod and walk away and back upstairs.

My phone buzzes and sure enough, it's Harry. I read his text saying he told Gemma about us and he misses me. I tell him good night and take off my clothes to lay down. I close my eyes but sleep doesn't come.

I grab my phone and set the music to go off in half an hour. I listen to familiar piano tunes of the Fray until I finally fall asleep to green eyes and curly hair.

...

"Louis, can you come here a moment?" my mum asks me.

"Yeah, what's up mum?" I say forgetting the events that happened yesterday. I remember Harry saying he told Gemma, but did he tell his mum? I hope he did. 

"Are we really going to your... boyfriend's house?" she asks. This must feel as awkward to her as it does me. I nod and raise my brow.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. I mean, it's not like I'm forcing you to go. You don't have t-"

"No, no. It's quite alright." she interrupts. I just wanted to know if we were still going or if you said that out of sarcasm. I'd love to meet Harry's family." she smiles.

"Thanks mum." I hug her and she returns it. I feel a warm teardrop on my shoulder, but I don't call her out on it. I wonder how she feels about all if this. I begin to pull away. Too soon. She brings me back and hugs me tighter.

"I love you Louis." she whispers and I hear the shakiness in her voice. I tell her I love her to and pull away to go upstairs and text Harry.

*my mum and I planned on going to your house sometime next week. Is that ok?* I send and wait for a reply. When he doesn't reply I lay back and mentally decide to take a nap.

"Louis." Harry's voice is raspy from sleep. "Wake up Lou Lou."  I hear him but I can't wake up. I feel his slender fingers slip into my boxers.

"Good morning." I say happily. He looks at me and smiles.

I awaken to the sound of my mum talking, no, yelling at someone. Then I hear a man telling back at her. Who is that?

"Well, get out. Get out of my house!" my mum yells

"No. I want to get my stuff." I can tell already this is going to be a long night.