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"Good afternoon, baby boy," Louis said as his wide-eyed beauty opened the door to the car.
"Hi daddy," Harry said as he leaned over the center console to place a kiss to Louis' cheek. Harry groaned as he shifted and the sharp edges of the books in his backpack jabbed at his lower back.
"Long day at school, kitten?" Louis asked with a small frown.
"Ugh, the worst. And I have so much homework that it's not even funny," Harry complained.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Harry. Would you like to go out for dinner or would you like to stay in for dinner?"
"We have to stay in, Lou. I have too much homework to even think about anything but boring schoolwork. Can we order take out so neither of us have to cook and you can help me?" Harry asked, to which Louis nodded and continued driving down the road to their gated community.
"Anne and Gemma were thinking about joining us for dinner tonight, so can you do me a big favor and text them to let them know to come to ours?" Louis asked. He never texted when he was driving, which was one of the many reasons Harry's mother trusted him with her son. Clearly, she trusted Louis for more reasons than that and at a very high level, though, because Harry was already out of the house and living with Louis even before his 16th birthday. Harry nodded and sent the message, a short one just saying that they were ordering.
"Can you help me with my homework?" Harry asked as Louis pulled the car into their driveway.
Louis nodded, "Of course, what else am I good for?"
"I didn't meant it like that. Don't act like this today," Harry rolled his eyes and got out of the car, leaving Louis behind.
"Harry, why do you have such an attitude today?" Louis asked, walking into their home and into the kitchen where Harry was sitting.
"I just want to get done with my stupid ass homework that is for stupid fucking things that I will never need, Louis!" Harry shouted at Louis, who didn't even move from his spot.
"Harry, do not yell at me. I am not the one that is giving you the homework, nor am I the one who has done anything wrong," Louis said as he walked up to the table.
"You're the one that's paying the stupid people at the stupid school," Harry continued glaring. If only looks could kill....
"Harry, if you want me to take you out of the private school, I will, but you'll go back to public school."
"Why?!"
"If you don't like the school you're at, which is the best one around, I'll take you out. But you're going to continue going to school and you and I both know that you would get no work done if you did online school, plus you'd miss your friends."
"Just help me do my fucking homework and stop being an asshole," Harry said as he pulled out six books and laid them on the table.
"No, Harry, I will not be helping you do your homework. I'm not the one being the asshole here. I will order our dinner and you can sit here and do your homework. I don't want you coming out of the kitchen unless you're done with your homework or it's time for dinner. I will tell Anne and Gemma that they can visit you but not help. Do you understand me, Harry?" Louis sounded calm, but in all actuality, he was fuming inside and wanting to smack Harry. Of course he didn't, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep himself from just reaching over and hitting him.
"Yes daddy," Harry said as he rolled his eyes and pulled out more things from his bag.
Louis walked out of the kitchen and did as he said he would, ordering what they normally got, including Anne and Gemma's orders which were sent to him. He did nothing but watch tv and do work until the doorbell rang. Normally, he would have Harry answer it for him, but now his boy was in the kitchen doing his homework. So he was left to answer the door, without an impatient doll of a boy at his side. He shoved his laptop off of his lap and onto the couch cushion beside him.
"Come in, good evening," Louis said as he held the door for Gemma and Anne to come in.
"Good evening to you as well, dear. No Harry by your side tonight?" Anne looked quite surprised as she asked this question.
"He's doing homework. You can go visit him in the kitchen, but don't help him with his homework," Louis said to both women, knowing that Harry could hear him loud and clear from where he was sitting in the kitchen and waiting for dinnertime.
"Is there a reason why?" Gemma asked.
"He found it suitable to yell at me. I found it suitable to not help him with the homework he was yelling at me about," Louis said as he took their coats and put them into the coat closet by the door.
"Well, I suppose that that's one way to deal with it. Will he be eating with us tonight or have you found it suitable he eat by himself, if you even let him eat tonight?" Gemma asked. She'd never quite liked when Louis would make these foolish decisions.
"I'm not abusive, Gemma. You and I both know that. Haz is spoiled rotten, gets what he wants when he wants, gets help when he wants, and I definitely don't keep him from eating. Just because you don't agree with how I help him doesn't mean that I'm abusing him. I don't think that I could ever live with myself if I hurt him in any way that he didn't approve of," Louis said, voice confident and not once slipping to anything less than.
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"Harry, your dinner is here, doll. Your mother and sister would like to eat with you," Louis said as he sat across from Harry at the kitchen table.
"Would you like to eat with me?" Harry mumbled under his breath, his eyes still glued to his paper, though it was obvious he wasn't still reading or writing.
"What?"
"Would you like to eat with me?" Harry repeated, this time a bit louder and he looked at Louis.
"That's what I thought you said. Why is that even a question, baby boy?" Louis asked as he got up and slid into the seat next to Harry and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
"You're the one that was mad and told me to stay here unless it was dinnertime or I was done," Harry frowned.
"Well, you're in luck then, it's dinnertime and I'm saying that I want you to join your mother, sister and I in the dining room for dinner," Louis said as he rubbed Harry's back, feeling bad for his boy.
"Do I have to do my homework afterwards?"
"I would like it if you did, but I'll let you take a break to spend time with your mom and sister after dinner if you'd like," Louis said and Harry nodded, taking that as an okay answer.
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"Hello Harry!" Anne cheered as Harry walked into the dining room, a yawn slipping from his mouth.
He smiled at his mom and sister before looking at the food that was ordered. He knew that Louis knew what he liked and he knew that Louis would get him the same thing he got every time, but it still sent him over the moon when Louis actually remembered what he liked. It wasn't every day that they ordered Chinese food, in fact it wasn't even very often, so it made Harry happy to know that Louis remembered what he liked.
"How's your homework coming along?" Gemma asked as she scooped up some rice and put it into her mouth. She always did enjoy it when Louis ordered their dinner. He always ordered from the best Chinese place where they had real fried rice. They also had the best egg rolls.
"It's coming along," Harry sighed, "I still have a bunch more to go, but it's definitely not as much as I had before I started."
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"So how's Louis treating you?" Gemma asked as Louis left the living room to make hot chocolate. They were going to watch a movie, even though they all knew that nobody would stay interested in the movie.
Louis and Harry both rolled their eyes. Both were well aware of how much she disagreed with them, but they were perfectly alright with them. That's what mattered. As long as both of them were alright with how their relationship was, why should anyone else's opinions matter at all?
"He treats me just fine, Gem. He's just trying to help me focus on my homework. And I won't have someone to help me with my homework for forever."
"Yeah, especially not someone who's already been through all of his high school years and six years of college," Gemma said sarcastically.
"There was no need for that shade, Gemma. We both know that you don't approve of us, but it's not fair that my own sister is going to be rude to me because of who I chose to date," Harry always jumped in to defend their relationship if Louis wasn't there to do so, but he was even more fierce towards his family. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he cared more about what his family thought than almost anyone else and they knew it, which is why Gemma was so cruel and open about her distaste towards them.