"I'm gonna take you back to my house, my house! I love the feeling when you touch me, baby- "

Harry long fingers clasped his ringing phone, sliding his sloppily over the answer pad and pressing the device to his ear.

"Hullo?" He mumbled sleepily, a yawn escaping his pink lips.

"Harry? It's nearly eleven and you aren't awake?" Louis's high voice rang through the phone.

Harry chuckled and pushed back some of his hair. He'd known Louis for three weeks, now, and had taken Louis out four times and was planning on making Louis his boyfriend- today. Right after he meets Louis's mother.

It was a casual thing. Louis was going to tea with his mom and had invited Harry to join. Harry would snatch a free chance to ask Johanna for her permission to be in a relationship with Louis. Harry thought it would be cute.

"Harry?" Louis called out as Harry blinked.

"Sorry, sorry. What time do I need to pick you up again?"

"Noon, you sleep-driven wanker! Don't make me late," Louis ordered sassily before hanging up.

Fuck.

Harry scrambled to take a shower. He pulled on clothes that weren't mainly consisting of black. A light blue and orange plaid button up over a white tee, light blue skinnies, ad brown boots. After blowdrying his long hair, Harry pulled on a beige, tweed hat and smiled shyly at his reflection.

Decent, Harry.

Harry could here his mother complaining about him needing a haircut. He rather liked his long locks.

After he finished, Harry grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys before going out to his car and driving to Louis's.

~~~

"Louis!" A woman who looked to be in her forties was holding out her arms for the lad beside Harry, who squealed and rushed into his mother's arms for a tight hug.

"Hello, I'm Harry," the lanky lad greeted automatically, holding a hand out to the woman who birthed such a fantastic creature.

"Call me Jay," the woman replied, grinning and shaking Harry's hand. "I am Louis's mother, as you must have noticed. Why don't we sit down? You can tell me about yourself, Harry."

The three sat at a small table. Louis and Harry sat beside each other and Jay sat across from Louis. It was comfortable.

Harry, who disliked tea, ordered a coffee. Jay and Louis both ordered Yorkshire tea, made in exactly the same way and Harry found his heart beating, beating for the blue eyed man.

"How old are you, Harry?" Jay started off the conversation.

"Twenty one."

"Really? You don't look... Wow, you look older than that by far. You're younger than Louis. I hadn't known that," Jay spoke aloud.

"Yeah, Louis is older," Harry responded slowly, not knowing why, exactly, this fact mattered.

"Are you a couple? Every time I ask Louis, he simply stutters and changes the subject."

"Mum," Louis whines, hiding his blushing face. Harry couldn't help but stare because Louis was perfect.

"We are not," Harry responds in answer to Jay's question and the woman looks a little surprised.

"It's only that... You look at him like he's the sun and you haven't known each other long."

Harry and Louis exchanged shy smiles before Louis coughed awkwardly. "I'm going to the loo. Excuse me."

Harry was going to ask. He really was.

Somehow, Harry already knew what the answer would be.

And the thought that someone would think that Harry deserved someone like Louis...

That gave Harry a little more confidence.

~~~

100 reads in 3 chapters? Am I dreaming?

QOTC:

Is Harry too fast?

(Pretend it's been a few weeks okay)

PQOTC:

Favorite Wattpad stories?

MA:
(All Larry lol)

I Sleep Naked, 99 Days Without You, The Rubik's Cube Champ, & The Paper Airplane

(lots more tbh)

And also, A fun fact! The song as Harry's ringtone is My House by Kids of '88 and it's also the title of my upcoming work.

Harry and Louis are both strippers working at rival clubs and they each have to fight to save their jobs.

Lots of smut tbh

Okay. So sorry, I'm not good at author's notes. Have a nice morning. (Or night wherever you are)

Xx