HARRY'S POV.

I have to tell my mum today. I haven't told her about Louis and I yet and we have been seeing each other for about two weeks now. I look around the living room but I can't find her. "Mum?" I call. I don't hear a reply so I call louder.

"Mum?!" I say. Where can she be? This house is only so big. She comes around the corner with a confused look.

"What Harry? I was in the shower." she says glaring at me.

"Sorry, I wanted to tell you something." I say walking into the living room. "You might want to sit down for this." I add.

"What is it? I have to be at work in an hour." she says while drying her hair. I don't exactly know how I'm gonna tell her about Louis and I. I nod, telling her I know.

"Louis... isn't a friend. He's... sort of, um..." since when do I say 'um' in every sentence? She looks at me, only understanding in her eyes. She is such a kind person.

"I kind of figured that out." she laughs. "Louis didn't seem like the 'friend' type." she says using air quotes. I can't help but to hug her. She has always been such an understanding person.

"I love you mum." I tell her.

"What?" she asks. I realize I haven't told her I love her in a while.

"I love you." I repeat. I feel my cheeks flush and smile, slightly embarrassed. I know I did something right though because she smiles brightly and hugs me back.

"I love you too, Harry." she sobs. I cringe when she says 'too'. It sounds like she's only agreeing with me, but I shake it off.

I pull away again and walk into my room. I sit on my bed and try to rest since it's almost eleven-thirty. I hear my phone buzz, but I leave it alone. It falls into the floor and I groan, I'm not getting up to get that. My eyes flutter shut and I drift off to sleep.

LOUIS'S POV

"I'm so sorry we woke you up, Louis. I didn't know... he would come here." she apologizes, disgust evident when she says 'he'. I am going to Harry's house tomorrow... well, this morning. I can't stop thinking about if Harry told his mum yet. If he didn't, I don't know how I'd feel about that.

I close my eyes imagining Harry breathing in my ear.

...

I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I look like hell. My hair is sticking straight up, I still have sleep in my eyes, and I'm sporting a little facial hair. My razor is in my hand before my brain catches up with my body.

My sister knocks on the door just as I grab the shaving cream.

"Hold on, I'm going to be out in about fifteen minutes." I say and she groans loudly and stomps her foot. I hear her stalk away and laugh quietly to myself.

After I finish shaving, I hop into the shower. About ten minutes later I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room. I see someone in my room I didn't expect to be there. Harry.