Mommy • H.S

fifteen ;;

MY NEW LARRY AU BOOK IS GONNA BE PUBLISHED SOON.

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"Tell her to stop looking at you." Harry grumbles

"Oh come on baby, don't be jealous." August chuckles

"I am very jealous make her stop." Harry whines

"Come on let's go pay for this." August sighs

"Mommy." Harry whines

"Looks like I'm your sugar mama today." August giggles

"Shut up." Harry groans

"Stop pouting, or I'll spank you. We've got time for that." August smirks

"I don't care." Harry grumbles

"Oh, you don't?" August scoffs

"Mommy, please." Harry whines

"Nope, you're getting spanked." August smirks

"Fuck." Harry groans

"Do you want these in a bag?" The lady asks

"Yes, please." August nods

"Let's go baby." August breathes, gripping Harry's hand leading him out the store.

"Wait!" A voice pants

"Yeah?" August turns

"You still have my number, we should go get dinner again." Riley smiles sweetly, her blonde hair falling on her face, as she shyly smiles.

"Oh, darling we'll see. The week will be pretty busy. Babysitting," August lifts Harry's hand.

"My art galleries, you know. I'll call you princess." August nods

Riley blushes, red growing on her pale freckled cheeks.

"Okay." Riley giggles

August smiles back, turning around.

"Are you really going to call her?" Harry asks

"Maybe, I don't know." August shrugs

"Why would you?" Harry squints

"Why.. wouldn't I?" August laughs, "I mean, did you see her tits?"

"But we're.. together, right?" Harry gulps

"What do you mean?" August frowns

"Me and you. What are we?" Harry bites his lip

"God, Harry we don't have to label things." August laughs

"I'm serious." Harry sighs

"Just, two people who casually fuck each other." August shrugs

"Oh, right." Harry says, letting go of August's hand.

The drive was silent, August who mumbles the lyrics to a popular song. Once they meet her home, he stumbles out her truck.

"I'm gonna go home." Harry states

"Mm?" August frowns, looking up from her phone.

"I'm gonna go home. I have a key now." Harry nods, sighing

"Um, why?" August frowns

"I'm tired." Harry sighs

"Oh, you can sleep in my bed." August shrugs

"Nah, I'm just gonna go." Harry says, walking away.

"Wait, here." August says, handing him the pink themed bag.

"Thanks." Harry sighs, pushing up his glasses.

Signing, he enters his vacant home. Tears brimming at his eyes, sobbing he walks upstairs. Passing my his room, he rubs his eyes. Holding his glasses on the other hand, along with the bag.

"Gosh." He says softly, tears spilling from his now red, aching eyes.

Why did he have to choose her? The only marvelous girl he has had laid eyes on had to be 30, and not .. very impressed with him. Not.. enough, he's never enough.

Sobbing harder he strips from his clothes, stumbling. Leading himself to his mother's room. Where he lays on the bed, absorbing her scent. Wishing, she paid more attention to him. What hurt him the most, is that he loved her, and he didn't want to.