“Harry, come outside and say 'hello' to Loretta.”
Louis rested his forearms against the fence. He wondered who Harry was? Maybe her son? He turned back briefly to check on his grandma. She had a sly smirk on her face, so he turned further to face her. “What? What’re you smiling like that for?” He chuckled.
“Nothing. Just— thought of something funny. I’ll tell you about it later.”
Louis squinted at her. Hm. Weird.
“What’d you need, Gram?” A new voice said.
Louis turned back towards Mary’s yard and nearly choked on his tongue. Holy fucking—. Harry was in fact not Mary’s son. Jesus fuck. He had brown hair that curled a bit at his ears, long legs on display in some mesh shorts, toned arms showing due to the tanktop he was sporting. Christ. He was hot as fuck. A thousand percent Louis’ type— and then he turned towards him and their eyes met.
“Oh. Who’s this?” Harry questioned, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes danced over Louis.
Or Louis' grandmother loved to meddle in his life no matter how much he told her to give it up.
