"I feel bad." I admit, looking at the framed picture of Harry and I. I look down at it in my hands, Harry resting his head on my shoulder.
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"Why baby?" Harry asked looking up at me. "Your mum, well she got us these gifts, and I didn't think to get her anything. I barley got my family anything." I admit.
"Louis, don't worry about. Your present to everyone is your presence." Harry giggles playing with my fingers. "Yeah Louis, don't worry about it. It was so nice meeting you, and presents are really a big thing in this family, it's mostly just getting together and having fun." Anne explains.
I smile lightly. "Thanks Anne."
"So, tell me about your family." Anne says. I sigh. "My family isn't on best terms with me except for my sisters. I only visit them on holidays." I say.
"Can I ask why?"
"Mum.." Harry sighs.
"No it's fine Harry." I look at him. "It's because I was a very troubled teenager. Basically everything you don't want your child to be. I hung around the wrong people, did things that I knew were bad, but I didn't bring myself to care." I admit.
I remember talking about this with Harry. He told me as long as it was in the past that he doesn't mind.
"So you were a drug and sex addict?"
I cough uncomfortably. "Mum, that's enough." Harry sits up.
"Okay okay sorry. " Anne sighs.
"Basically I got kicked out. I was sent to my uncle's house and, sure he was an abusive prick who literally kicked my ass when ever he found out I was doing something I wasn't supposed to, but he helped me get back on my feet." I explain.
"Should I apologize?"
"I wouldn't, it wasn't like he did it because he was a drunk, it was because I was and I deserved to like-I don't know. Him doing that helped. I'm not sure how, but it did." I explain.
"Louis, you don't have to keep talking about this." Harry whispers. I nod, not really wanting to bring back the past. It was some hard times, but when I moved in with Zayn, my life started getting better.
"Well, I guess dinner will be ready soon. Gemma, Harry, willl you give me a hand in the kitchen?" She asked. My heart starts pounding, thinking about being alone with Harry's ex.
He gives me bad vibes and makes my hands form to fist just thinking about him.
Harry and Gemma nods and stand to their feet. "Please don't start a fight." Harry whispers and kisses my cheek. "I'll try not to." I admit, giving him a small smile and pulling out my phone.
