Role Models (ODSS)

World's Strictest Parent Part 2

Dedicated to TheDark_Rose 🌹

Johanna's POV

Staring at the baby monitor, I get a hard twinge in my heart. I feel awful that I had to do it right away, but his privates were practically sticking out of his shorts. I can't have that with four young girls AND a son who's interests seem to lean in that direction. And then him cursing at me so loud that the neighbors could hear? No. I absolutely am not going to send the same boy back to Anne. "How is he?" Louis asked me, I can tell he's upset.

"Louis. I had to sweetie." I hesitated for a moment, and held up the baby monitor. "Maybe... maybe you walk up and you "don't know" he's in your room still. In a half hour, you can go up and see if you get him to talk to you, okay love?" My son nodded and hugged me gently.

"Don't feel too bad. You had to." I shrugged and wiped my eyes. "No. You had to spank him. Just like you have to spank me sometimes." I smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Very sweet love." I looked at the table, and realized that it isn't set for dinner quite yet. "Hey Daisy, Lottie!" I called to their game room. Fairly sure they went in there. They both appeared in front of me in a matter of seconds. "Please set the table for dinner, I have some things to address." They both complied immediately. Ah, to be a strict parent... Louis and I chatted for a bit longer, then I sent him upstairs. Go free my new son from the corner.

Louis' POV

I jogged up the stairs, and knocked on my room door. "Harry... it's Louis... let me in?" I heard the poor lad cry harder, and the door was unlocked... so... I walked in, and quickly shut the door behind us. More heartbreaking in person. Dang.

"I-I can't come o-out of the d-damned f-fuckin corner u-until I apologize! B-but your mum n-never told me th-the rules s-so how a-am I s'posed to kn-know when I-I'm breakin th-them?!" He squeaked out, burying his hands in his face. His shoulders shook from the amount of force that he's crying at, and I feel awful. I turned to look at my mum in the baby monitor.

I walked to the corner and put my arms cautiously around Harry. "I'll explain the rules to you in a minute... just... c'mere..." I gently led him out of the corner and sat down on my bed. He stood in front of me, pitifully sobbing still. "Let's take deep breaths... in and out, come on... just like that, in and out..." I took his hands and started to help him regulate his breathing. Thankfully mum stays doing what she's doing downstairs. I think this will be a lot better if it's just he and I.

He's so little. I mean, my sisters are younger, but he's just 16, maybe a little less. Finally he's down to just sniffling, and small tears running down his cheeks. "Okay buddy, I think the biggest thing was you tellin mum no. She's the head of the house. You don't have to agree with her, you just have to not tell her no. I guess I understand why you didn't want to change, but love, just say that you don't agree with her." Harry nodded and sniffled in front of me. I reached a hand up and wiped some tears away from his eyes.

"You can't interrupt either. She really, really hates that. Finally, please, please never curse around her again. She gets all riled up from it, and it's just... not good." Harry nodded again and squeezed my hands.

"Kay... I-I'll try..." he mumbled, all the sass and attitude I heard earlier was completely gone. "L-Lou?" He mumbled. I looked up, his face was bright red. Blushing.

"Yes Harry?" I smiled kindly, hopefully he gets calmed down a little bit.

"Can I go apologize? But first put on some long shorts...?" I smiled and stood off my bed.

"Let me help you find the most appropriate pair." I offered, leading him over to his dresser. He opened up his drawer, and gestured. I looked at the fabrics, and smirked. "You have some very stylish shorts in here. They're all pretty short." Harry nodded, and pulled out a pink pair.

"Longest ones I have." I held them up to his skinny legs. None of mine will fit him.

"They'll have to do. Put em on, let's go." I watched as he pulled them over what promises to be a very, very sore rear. I went to open the door for him, but he just stood there.

"They're my sister's old ones. Mum couldn't afford new ones this summer. I-I... I'm sorry..." the door stood open as I rushed over to him. Every minute he's here I feel more sympathetic to him and his family.

"You've not got anything to be sorry for regarding that." My mum leaned in the doorway, tears in her eyes. Harry rushed over to her and clung onto her like there was no tomorrow.

"I-I'm sorry! F-for telling you no! For the interruptin, for the attitude! F-for cursin! M so sorry!" He cried, burying his face into her shoulder. Mum nodded and patted his back gently.

"I'll buy you some new shorts. Is that something you'd like?" Harry looked up at her in shock, eyes and cheeks rosy red.

"Y-you'd do that for me?"

Harry's POV

Maybe I won't run off tonight. Maybe this isn't so terrible. "Of course I'd do that for you! You're my new son, at least for this week. I'll treat you like such. Sometimes I'll spoil my kids a little bit. You could use a little spoiling." I smiled up at her, and over at Louis.

Yeah, I'm definitely not running off tonight.

Merry Christmas everyone!