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"But in their narrow minds, there's no room for anyone who dares to do something different" -Hunter Hayes

Louis flashed a beaming smile at the customer as they picked up their coffee, his cheeks a rosy pink. "Have a great day!" He called after them, rocking back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels. He greeted the next customer, quickly boxing up a chocolate croissant and ringing it up. He hummed lightly, and before he knew it, it was time for his break. He hummed happily and padded into the break room, Eleanor replacing his spot at the counter. He spent a while remembering the events of three days ago, a dopey grin on his face as he texted Harry.

Ten minutes later, and Louis heard a ruckus up front. He ran from the break room, his eyes wide as he watched a man with slicked back hair and two more men behind him yell at Eleanor, whom had spilled a coffee on him. He ran up, and gently pushed Eleanor in the direction of the break room before turning back to face the men. "What's the problem?" He asked, craning his head back to look at the taller man.

"That fucking slut just spilled a fucking coffee on me! This is an expensive shirt!" the man yelled at Louis, whom took a step back. "P-please, calm down--!" He was interrupted when the man took a hold of his apron and shirt, pulling him close roughly with the counter between them. Louis cried out softly, his hands flying to his tummy.

"You're a little slut too, yeah? Like it up the arse?" He sneered, a menacing smirk on his face as Louis flinched away, tears filling his eyes, "You must be a slut to be pregnant. What are you, fourteen?" He said, shoving Louis away and smirking as the smaller boy whimpered and fell onto the ground on his bum. Louis let out a cry as the man picked up the second coffee that Eleanor had made for one of the other men and threw it at Louis, the scalding coffee splashing onto Louis's sensitive skin.

That was when, thankfully, the door flew open, followed by a, "What the fuck is going on here?". Louis recognized the voice immediately and scrambled to his feet, dashing out from behind the counter and into Harry's arms. The men soon left after a few colorful words from Harry, whom gently pulled Louis into the bathroom. "Baby boy, what happened?" Harry asked Louis softly, gently untying his soaked apron and taking it off of him, followed by his shirt. He dampened a paper towel and began to wipe the coffee from Louis's skin as the smaller boy shakily told Harry what had happened. Tears dripped down his cheeks as Harry gently wiped the slightly burned skin, pressing kisses to the especially red spots.

When Louis finished, Harry gently pulled him into his arms, holding him bridal style and gently cradling him. "C'mon baby," he mumbled, slipping his suit jacket onto Louis's bare torso before carrying him into the front where Eleanor was cleaning the coffee mess. She looked up, "Lou?" She whispered, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault."

Louis shook his head, his face pressed into Harry's broad chest. "No it's not," he murmured, his voice muffled as he inhaled Harry's comforting scent. Eleanor just sighed and shook her head before continuing to wipe up the mess on the floor. Harry carried Louis to the back where Barbara was, "Barb? I'm going to take Louis home," he told her.

Barbara took one look at them and nodded, smiling a bit at how cute they looked together, "That's fine, Harold. Thanks for earlier, Eleanor told me about it all." She said, and Harry just smiled crookedly and shrugged, holding Louis a bit closer. Louis wasn't sure when he had drifted out of consciousness, but the last thing he remembered was Harry carrying him out of the cafe.

"Mummy, dad, I have some news." Louis said, his cheeks flushed softly as he played with his fingers softly. It was just another night in the Tomlinson house, but Louis had his parents sitting on the couch across from the love seat. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip nervously, looking down at his lap.

"What is it, Lou?" His mother asked, a soft smile on her lips as she continued to knit, humming quietly as she held the needles. Louis sighed gently and looked back up at his parents, "I...I'm gay, mum, dad." He whispered, shifting awkwardly. He studied his parents' reaction, his smile falling as he saw his father's face turn red.

"What?!" His father yelled, slamming his hands on the table as he stood. "You fucking abomination!" He yelled despite his mum's attempts to calm her down. After a few (many) more colorful words, Louis's father walked over to him and tugged him up by his hair, making him cry out. "Get your fucking things, and get out. Homosexuality is a sin, Louis, and I'm not going to have sin in my home!" He roared, and Louis whimpered, pushing his father's hand from his hair.

His gaze locked on his little sisters hiding on the stairs together, and he quickly pulled away from his father and dashed up the stairs, hastily packing a bag before rushing back down the stairs. He hiccuped softly, tears running down his cheeks as he kissed each of his sisters' foreheads. "I-I'm sorry--" Louis was interrupted by his father, "Shut the fuck up, fag! Get out!" And as his father's fist connected with his face--

"Louis? Baby, c'mon, wake up,"

Louis gasped as he awoke, sitting up and looking around frantically. He was lying on a large bed in a big, luxurious room. It only took him a few seconds to realize he was in Harry's bedroom, whom was staring at Louis with furrowed eyebrows. "You're crying..." He murmured, cupping Louis's cheeks and thumbing away the tears that escaped his eyes.

Louis smiled weakly at Harry, letting out a shaky breath. "Had a bad dream. 'M fine," he whispered softly, blushing darkly when he was enveloped in Harry's arms. "I heard you apologizing over and over, and I knew I needed to wake you up," Harry whispered in Louis's ear, making the smaller lad shiver. Harry's hand trailed up and down Louis's spine as he pressed a kiss to his temple. "You're okay, yeah? I'm here now." He said as Louis's eyes misted with tears. He hiccuped a sob and pressed his face into Harry's shoulder, trembling in his arms. He gripped the older man's button down, beginning to cry softly. "Let it out, baby. Let it out." Harry whispered to Louis, his arms wrapped tight around him as he pressed a few soft kisses to his forehead and temple.

Moments later, Louis's tears dried and he just leaned against his chest, his cheeks red from the tears and his eyes puffy. He pressed his face into Harry's neck, sniffling softly as he felt his large hand rub his back gently. "Thank you, Harry." Louis whispered weakly and quietly.

"Anything for you, Louis."

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