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Louis' mom was screaming while his dad was angrily pacing. Harry had to tell the Louis' parents what had happened and they were in hysterics.

Louis' dad had already contacted the police and angrily cursed that the bastard be stuck in jail for good.

Harry actually felt pity to the poor police on the receiving end because Mr. Tomlinson wasn't even trying to filter all his colorful words and Harry had a hard time remembering if some of it were even legal.

At least it wasn't Mrs. Tomlinson who decided to speak, Harry was sure the poor lad would end up with a bleeding ear or deaf.

Harry's view of Louis' parents changed after seeing how furious they were, it seems they actually care for Louis' welfare and would do anything to keep him safe. They weren't just those types of parent who didn't care about their children and just obsessed about money or pressuring them to be successful.

And they haven't kicked Harry out of their house which was a plus; Mrs. Tomlinson even offered him some tea which he declined politely because he was still reeling from that kiss.

Louis seems ok, a little shaken up but he promised that he'll be fine. He just wanted to sleep and maybe miss school for a couple of days which was fine to his parents; they already called the school to notify them of the recent events.

Harry had to listen to Mrs. Tomlinson describe 50 ways to chop off that guys dick rather graphically and he had to wince a couple of times imagining it happening to his own.

Harry had faced and met numerous people who kill for a living but he was actually more scared of Louis' mum. Now he knows who to not piss off ever.

"I'm deeply sorry for this Harry, I'm just really angry." She apologizes after breathing hard to try and calm herself down.

"It's fine, I've heard worse things before."

Harry was obviously lying; he didn't want to offend her or anything. He still hasn't got over how Louis' mother knew about middle age torture devices like it was a normal thing.

"Oh right, I haven't apologize on the times I misjudged you. I am deeply sorry, it seems very unfair of me to judge you basely on your lifestyle and I clearly see that you care for my son deeply and I'm grateful for that."

"Uh.., it's no problem." Harry stammered as he tried so hard not to blush.

It was obvious that he wasn't used to this and Mrs. Tomlinson not slamming doors on his face is quite refreshing actually, he didn't exactly know how to react on that.

Before anything could get more awkward than it already is, Louis' dad barged into the kitchen with an angry frown etched all over his face.

"The police system still reeks, they asked us to go there and file a proper case or the guy would be released with just community service on his back, that son of a-."

Before he can continue with his angry ranting, for like the hundred time around, Mrs. Tomlinson was quick to cut him off with a displeased shake of her head.

"Ok dear, that's enough cursing for today dear, let me just get my things and we'll go. No way is he leaving those bars after what he did." She muttered angrily before leaving the kitchen to probably get her purse or something but she didn't take that long for Harry and the head of the Tomlinson to have a proper conversation.

Mrs. Tomlinson had brought a jacket for his husband while she proceeds to wrap a scarf around her neck.

"Should we wake Louis?" Mr Tomlinson asked after buttoning up his jacket.

Harry was just waiting for them to kick him out but he plans on sneaking inside after they left to make sure Louis wasn't left alone on his own. He didn't even think about the risk of being caught especially now that they seem to be fine with Harry being in their house.

He was a bit caught of guard though when Mrs. Tomlinson turned her attention back to him.

"Actually, I think Louis should rest, Harry here can look after him while we're gone. Would that be ok with you Harry?" she asked sincerely that Harry had this huge urge to slap himself in the face to make himself believe that this wasn't some kind of dream.

He snapped himself out of his weird trance because he remembered he needed to answer, he didn't want to make her wait in fear of her ever changing her mind, who knows, girls are complicated remember?

"Of course, I'd look after your home while you're gone." He beamed at her.

He must look rather pathetic right now, beaming like a seven year old kid to the woman who once hated his guts. It's so damn ironic.

Mrs. Tomlinson seemed to be thinking the same thing because she was smiling at Harry rather fondly, which again, is terribly odd.

Maybe it's some form of gratitude for saving their son's life but Harry's not about to question it. He fucking likes it.

"That's what I want to hear, we'll just be gone for a while." She continued.

"Yes, you're right. I'll also try to get a good punch on the guy." Mr. Tomlinson whispered, probably to only let Harry hear his plan as he let out a wink but his wife still heard him.

She glared at him, wagging an unimpressed finger over his face.

"No need to get too violent ok, we don't want you getting in trouble."

Harry wanted to laugh because just a while ago, Mrs. Tomlinson was speaking rather rated SPG stuffs that seems inappropriate for any kid under 18 to hear. But there's something about her that Harry can relate because he'd probably feel the same if Louis' safety was at stake.

"Fine...But no promises." Mr Tomlinson sighed but laughed nonetheless because he knew his wife so well, she'll be kicking and punching the guy once she sees him.

"Let's just get this over with." She sighed almost exasperatedly to his husband before ushering him to the front door.

She glanced back at Harry to gesture to the fridge.

"Bye Harry, there's some leftover in the fridge if you ever feel hungry." She added.

"Feel at home." Mr. Tomlinson just gave him a quick nod which he returned. He decided to stay in the kitchen but can vaguely hear the two talking as they leave the house.

The sound of the door clicking shut and the voices arguing disappearing meant they were gone leaving Harry alone downstairs while Louis was upstairs resting.

"That was.... odd." He mumbled to himself after recalling the weird interaction between him and Louis' parents.

He was too busy imagining about the positive effect of them liking him, he can come over anytime he want as long as he's in his best behavior and he was feeling like a total dork inside because goddammit, Louis' parents like him, the cold, judgmental and rude parents that he once thought of the boys he in love with is not what he expects.

But the real question here is would they change if they suddenly found out that he sees Louis more than a friend or that he sometimes thinks of kidnapping their son to keep for himself.

They would probably kill him.

"Harry?" a soft voice called from behind him.

He quickly spun around and was surprised to see Louis, who has now changed into his pj's. He must have woken up to change because he remembered tucking him to bed wearing the same clothes he worn earlier.

Harry mentally cursed himself because Louis looks so damn soft and cute on his pajamas, Louis is a grown teenager and Harry did know because Louis told him that he's more comfortable sleeping in clothes which are made of soft materials and Harry may or may not have imagined Louis wearing panties and he may or may not have gotten an embarrassing boner after.

What? He's also a teenager, it's perfectly normal.

He shakes his head to remove the thought of dragging Louis to the living room and snogging the life out of him because he looks so irresistible.

"Lou! You're awake, are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat? I can heat up the leftover or I can cook if you want." He asked as he approached him.

Louis was staring at him just as surprised.

"No, I'm fine; I just went down to get a drink." He mumbled as he looked around, searching for something.

"Wait; let me do it for you." Harry said as he scooped Louis' into his arms.

Louis squeaked but didn't object as he wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulder. Harry gently sat him on the counter next to the fridge.

"You're so weird." Louis giggles as Harry ticked his bare foot.

"Shut up." Harry rolled his eyes fondly before kissing Louis' forehead and walking over to the fridge to get him some water.

He almost dropped the glass he was holding when Louis suddenly spoke out loud which surprised him.

"Hold on a sec, where's my mom and dad?" He asked and when he figured out what he almost caused, he gave Harry an apologetic smile.

Harry just shrugged it off and gave Louis the water he wanted.

As much as he wanted to stand between Louis' legs and be tempted to kiss him, he just went over to the sink to wash the dishes. Yes, Harry Styles known to knockout anyone with a punch is going to wash some dishes because he's too noble and didn't want to snog Louis on their kitchen counter. That would be inappropriate right?

"They left to go to the police station to file a proper case on that bastard." He answered him as he starts to pour some dish washing liquid on the sponge.

"Oh."

It was quiet for a moment so Harry decided to hum a song that he heard on the radio. He would glance at Louis once in a while to see if he was ok, he seems fine as he drank all of his water and swung his foot adorable that Harry was restraining himself from picking him up and doing things to him.

Calm down Styles.

When Louis didn't speak for a moment, Harry decided to question him. Louis wasn't usually quiet; he was worried if what happened earlier still affected him.

"Are you ok? Is there something wrong?"

Louis shook his head and turned to him with a fond smile.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just surprised that's all."

"Surprise about what?" Harry questions as he placed all the washed dishes back to their place.

Harry is very specific with a clean kitchen, he might be tough but he likes his kitchen clean and spotless.

"That you're here." Louis added.

Harry wasn't able to control the laugh that came out from him.

"Trust me, I am too. Your mom asked me to look after you while they're gone." He said, still laughing.

"Wow! Really?" Louis sounded more surprised.

Harry can relate to that.

"Yep." Harry grinned proudly.

Suddenly his waist was being engulfed by slim arms as Louis hugged him from behind, it was a good thing that he had already finish with the dishes because he would have dropped everything in surprise. That would be hard to explain to Louis' parents.

"My parents likes you!" Louis squealed in joy, hugging Harry tighter.

As much as Harry loves this, he would much rather hug Louis too so he pulls Louis' arms and turns around so he was face to face with him.

Well, there's a bit of a height difference so Harry had to look down much to Louis' distaste. Harry rolled his eyes and just pulled Louis closer to him.

"It took quite some time though." He mumbled as he presses his face to his neck.

"Better late than never right?" Louis muttered as he hugged Harry back.

"Yeah, better late than never." Harry smiled and pulled back a bit to kiss Louis on the lips.

Closing his eyes as he enjoyed being this close to Louis, he didn't have to hold back anymore.

And to this day, Harry promised to never ever let Louis out of his sight. The boy seriously needs Harry, he didn't have a problem with that though.

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A/N: I told you, everything will be just fiiiine :D