"Are you sure your mum won't mind?" Louis asked for the thousandth time.

Harry chuckled, placing his key through the hole and pushed the front door open. "Louis, calm down, she will be fine." He held the door open, moving to the side allowing Louis to step in. A mere ten seconds after Harry had shut the front door, a woman- who Louis had remembered from the picture he saw at Harry's party- appeared at the end of hall.

"Harry?" She asked, her head titled to the side in question. Louis thought she was extremely pretty. Her age not being shown one bit. "Is that you?"

Louis turned to look at Harry a seemingly scared expression on his face. "It's okay." Harry smiled assuringly, taking a step in front of Louis. "Yeah mum, it's me." Louis reached forward for Harry's hand, needing to hold something to calm him down. He'd never been good with meeting new people.

"And who's this?" She asked once in the view of both boys. She smiled, her pink lips matching the colour of her pyjama bottoms.

"Mum," Harry started, moving out of the way of the shy boy behind him. "This is Louis."

Louis had expected her to look at him in disgust, he was used to receiving that look from the older generation. His choice in clothing seemed to be a crime in their eyes. However, all she did was smile wider. "I'm Anne, Harry mother." She budged past Harry and pulled Louis into her warm embrace.

"Um, mum." Harry chuckled. Anne stood back and watched as her son took a step closer to Louis.

"Right."

"It's okay if Louis stays the night, right?" Harry asked.

"Sure. I don't see why not. Your father is already in bed, he's had a long day at work so try to keep the noise down." She ended with a wink.

"Oh no." Louis chocked on his words. "T-That's not-"

"Mum! No, I meant in Gems room. He could stay in her room. Wow." Anne laughed, reaching forward to pat at Harry shoulder.

"That's fine, love." She smiled. "Right, I'm off to bed. Make sure you show Louis, here, around." She turned to Louis. "Make yourself at home." She looked back to Harry. "And I'll see you in the morning." Her hand fell off of Harry's shoulder as she walked away and began her way up the stairs.

Harry turned to Louis, a small smile on his face. "Well that went well." He chuckled.

"Yeah." Louis agreed. "Apart from the part where she thought we were gunna, y'know." Harry laughed, shaking his head.

"C'mon, I'll show you around and then maybe we should head to bed, it's late." After they had taken their shoes off and Louis had hung Harry's jacket up, Harry began the small tour of the house. "Obviously you know where the living room and kitchen are from the party." He looked to Louis who nodded in confirmation. "Right, but if you do want or need anything from the kitchen like a drink or some food, just help yourself."

"Okay." Louis followed Harry out of the kitchen and into the hallway where the pictures still hung.

"There is a bathroom down there." Harry pointed to a hallway which led to a dead end. "The first door on the right. The others are just cupboards and the one on the left leads to the basement."

Louis took in all the information and soon enough, the two were making their way up the staircase to the second floor. "So this is basically my parents floor, up here they have their bedroom," he pointed to the room at the far end of the corridor. "The each have an office, where they spend most of their time," he then pointed to two rooms, both opposite each other. "And then they have a bathroom," Harry pointed to the door closer to them.

"They have their own offices?" Louis checked. Harry nodded. "How come they don't share?" Louis tilted his head in question and Harry would have been lying if he said that wasn't the cutest thing ever.

"I'm not sure. They both work for the same company. But I guess we just had the room for it. My parents built this house from scratch so they were able to choose what went where. They love to have a large space which is why we moved here when I was younger. It was a better living opportunity." Harry shrugged and Louis just left it at that, nodding and then following Harry up yet another flight of stairs.

"Right." Harry clapped his hands together and turned to Louis. "On this floor, we have mine and Gemma's bedroom. And a bathroom." Harry walked to the door at the end of the right side of the hallway. "This is Gemma's room- the one you'll be staying in tonight." Harry held out his hand, allowing Louis to open the door and take a look inside.

When he did- look inside- Louis' breath halted. He could tell from where he was standing that the bed would be the most comfortable thing he'd ever sleep in. From the silk sheets he could see reflecting the moon light from the windows- to the pillows which where almost guaranteed to be filled with feathers.

He took a step forward and he honestly thought he was in a palace, a room fit for a princess. No matter how cliché it sounded. His feet sunk in the thickness of the carpeted floor. He walked forward to touch the metal frame of the bed. The silver matching the rest of the furniture.

Harry stayed stood at the door, watching Louis with admiration in his eyes. He understood that this may seem like a lot to Louis. He had seen his flat- well at least the living room of it- and he could tell just from that, that this room alone probably cost more than the whole place. It made him sad, made him think about how easy he had it compared to others like Louis. It angered him that Louis was not able to grow up with a loving family like Harry had.

Louis spun around to face Harry, his eyes still full of surprise. "This is your sisters bedroom?" Harry nodded. "It doesn't look like anyone has stayed in it for years."

Harry chuckled. "They haven't. She moved out when she was twenty four. Two years ago. My mum has kept it the same though. Claiming that it would always be here for her if she ever wishes to move back." Harry walked in then, standing no more than a meter away from the shorter of the two. "To be fair, I don't think she'll want to move back." He chuckled again and Louis smiled at the sound.

"If this was my room," Louis paused looking around at the white coloured walls where pictures of ballet shoes and the Disney castle hung. "I don't think I'd ever leave." He looked back to Harry and grinned. "Thank you for letting me stay."

Harry shook his head. "Well like I said, I was not going to just leave you. And it's no problem." He walked forward, taking Louis' hand in his own. "Now c'mon. I want to show you my room."

Louis laughed as Harry pulled him out of the bedroom and down to the right side of the hall. Harry placed his hand on the sliver door handle and turned to Louis, saying in a deep voice, "welcome to my layer." Louis giggled as Harry pushed open the door.

Harry grinned when he heard Louis gasp. The two walked in and Louis looked around the large room with a daze-like look on his face.

Harry's large bed was pushed up against the right-hand wall, framed posters hung either side above two bedside tables. A desk, with a laptop and lamp was situated on the back wall. On the wall, right opposite the bed, hung a TV which Louis swore was taller than him. Beneath the TV, on a stand, laid Harry's gaming consoles, from an Xbox to a PS4.

If you were to see Harry's room with out actually meeting the boy first, you would 100% think that he was a spoiled brat who asked for everything he had ever laid his eyes on. But in reality, Harry was normal. Louis would have never guessed Harry's home would have looked like this. Sure, he'd noticed the expensive clothing Harry wore, but the boy didn't wave it around or throw it in people's faces.

Louis walked to Harry's made bed and perched on the end of it, sighing. "I just can't believe this is your house." He looked he behind him to where Harry was still stood. "Like, when I saw the downstairs at the party, I was like 'okay, this is nice.' But wow. This is the kind of thing I dream about. The stuff I only see in movies." Louis turned and looked down at his lap.

Harry furred his eyebrows and made his way over to the boy. "Hey, what wrong?" He asked, taking a seat next to him.

Louis looked up. "Nothing. It's just- sometimes I wish I could be normal. I wish I could've made my mum proud. Made her happy enough that she would actually admit to people that I was her son."

Harry looked at him confused, Louis hesitated as he began to explain.

"She would invite people over and- say I'd come down in a dress, or with a bit of lipstick on- she would claim to her friends that I was her sisters son. Or that I was the neighbours child that she was just babysitting for them." Harry wrapped an arm around Louis when he let out a sob.

"Hey it's okay. You don't have to explain."

"But I do. I have to tell some one. Luke and Megan are the only ones I've ever told. The only ones I've ever trusted enough to tell. It had taken me years to trust Megan." He looked up to Harry, tears staining his cheeks. "And I'd be lying if I said that it didn't scare me at how much I trust you in just a matter of a week."

Harry pulled the boy closer, so close that Louis may as well be sat in his lap. Both of his arms cradled Louis, swaying them both side to side, calming the crying one down.

When Louis had settled, he pulled back from the embrace, just enough to be able to look at Harry. Harry moved his hands from Louis' waist, reaching up to his face, he brushed his thumbs under Louis' eyes, wiping away the tears. Louis closed his eyes, enjoying the comforting feeling. When he opened them once more, Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"I've had my trust ripped away from me before." He admitted quietly. "I trusted someone with all my heart to find out that they were not the person they were claiming to be. And it hurt like a bitch. I can promise you. And I really mean it when I say this. I would never, ever, do anything to hurt you on purpose. I will never betray the trust you hand to me and I will do my very hardest to make you happy." Harry's voice stayed quiet and Louis felt like the tone in his voice gave him that little bit more of an honest feel.

"Thank you." Louis managed to get out, his voice croaky from the crying. "Thank you so much." Louis moved forward, his arms stretching around Harry's neck. Harry's hands made their way back to Louis waist, making a risk and pulling the boy onto his lap. His body relaxed when Louis have no sign of not wanting to be in this position. Harry kept ahold do the boy in the tight embrace for as long as he could.

When he realised that Louis' breathing had evened out, and that he was, in fact, asleep, he decided it was time to put him to bed.

He stood from the bed slowly, letting his arms fall lower so that they were underneath Louis' bum, keeping his from falling. As if an instinct, Louis' legs locked themselves behind Harry's back, making himself more secure in Harry's hands. Louis' head rolled from Harry's chest, to the space by his neck.

Harry walked around the bed, out of his bedroom and down the hall. He managed to get Louis to the bed and place him on it softly. He huffed when he realised Louis had nothing to change into.

Scratching his head, Harry made his way over to the dressing table on the other side of the room. He turned on the lamp before pulling a draw open. He smiled. Gemma had left a few pairs of clothes and pyjamas here when she moved, just in case she ever stayed over. Harry pulled out a pair of shorts that he knew would fit Louis and walked back to the bed.

He knelt down and pushed Louis' fringe back. "Lou?" He called out quietly. "Louis, you're going to have to help me get you changed, love."

Louis wiggled a bit but sleepily sat up, his eyes still closed. He lifted his arms up and Harry chuckled. He gripped a hold of the bottom of Louis' dress, pulling it up and over his head. The light from the lamp across the room made Louis' skin glow and there was no doubt about it- Louis moisturises.

In his sleepy daze, Louis swung himself over the edge of the bed, allowing Harry to pull the shorts up his smooth legs. Harry gulped a little and closed his eyes when he saw the white lace pressed to Louis' tanned skin. He knew he should have expected it, that Louis was not one to wear boxers or briefs, but to be honest, nothing would ever had prepared him for that sight.

He put the naughty thoughts to the back of his mind though, giving Louis the respect he deserves. He stood once the shorts were on and gripped the edge of his own t-shirt. The black material slid up Harry's body until it was completely off. Harry stepped forward, bunching up the fabric so that it would be easier to place on the very tired boy.

Once the top was on, Harry led Louis back down. He had pulled the duvet back so that it would be an easier job. As soon as Louis' head hit the pillow, his lips tugged upwards out of comfort. Harry pulled the cover over the sleeping boy, making sure that he tucked him in in the best way possible.

Harry leant over the smaller boy's body, pressing his lips to the tender skin on Louis' temple. "Good night, sleep tight, Lou." He whispered. Before leaving, he made sure to turn off the lamp. He took a second look at the bed and smiled before exiting the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

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A/N: (2559 words. Okay, I don't have much to say which is different. Apart from the fact that this is probably the cutest and most sickly thing i could have written for this story. And I hope you enjoyed it :). )