Silent Love (Larry Stylinson)

Louis was 18 years old, he had 4 younger sisters, Lottie, Fizzy, Phoebe and Daisy. He lived with 5 girls, including his mom. Louis encourages his mom to date, but little did he know, she already was. She was dating a girl, her own gender. When his mom confronts him and tells him she's gay, Louis has something he has to tell her too.

When Louis finds out his mom is gay, and also her, girlfriend, or wife? You could say. Louis also learns she has a son of her own. Harry.

When Louis learns something about Harry, he can't hear, but there is more to it. How will Louis feel about his new brother, and how does Harry feel about all this?


3. Chapter 2

Louis' POV:


I groan and yawn. I must have been asleep for awhile, 3 hours if Anne and Harry are already here.


Yes!! I get to finally meet Harry!

I rush to the washroom and look at myself, I rinse my face and dry it with a cloth, then fix my fringe a little and run down the stairs.

I see the girls, mom and Anne, I think, in the kitchen, I walk over.

"Oh good, your awake!" Mom says when she sees me.

I nod. And she continues, "Louis this is Anne. Anne, this is Louis."

Anne smiles, "Hello Louis! Nice to finally meet you!" She says cheerfully.

I smile. "Nice to meet you too"

"Harry will be here soon" mom says, I nod and sit beside Lottie on a barstool.

I look at Anne and mom, who are staring at me. "What?" I ask.

They don't answer, but mom whispers something into Anne's ear and Anne whispers back. I roll my eyes.

They look at me again and smirk. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I put my hand on my cheek.

They laugh and shake their heads. I notice from the corner of my eye that Daisy left the kitchen.

"Mom, this place is huge!" A deep low, but shrill voice says from behind me.

"I told you it's a nice house" Anne replies.

I hop off of my barstool and turn around to see the person who just talked.

The boy had short, curly brown hair. Green-blue eyes that sparkled. His skin tone was a slight bit tanned but mostly looked pale, kind of. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, with a navy blue blazer ontop. He had dark blue skinny jeans on and he wore white TOMS. He had a blue beanie on that was the same colour as his blazer. He had black glasses on with a thick nerdy-like look to them.

He actually looked really, really cute! I could even tell he was shorter than me, by a few inches.

He smiled at me, showing his dimples, oh god he has dimples!!

"Louis, this is Harry. Harry, Louis." Mom says.

THAT'S Harry?! He's gorgeous!!

Harry walked over so he's in front of me, a few inches separating our bodies.

He smiles again and looks up slightly, so he can look at me. He's only about 2 inches shorter then me, or three. Not too much smaller, but my body was much bigger than his, he looked so tiny compared to me.

Wait, could he speak? He's death, right?

Wait, I just heard him speak a few moments ago to Anne, his mom. I'm confused.

"Hello! I'm Harry!" He says cheerfully, sticking his hand out for me to shake.

I'm shocked. He can talk? I turn a little and look at mom and Anne, who are smirking at me. I face Harry again.

Clearly, I know nothing about death people. Well, he is the first death person I've met.

"I-I'm Louis" I say, still shocked, I shake his hand and it felt so right when our hands touched. Does that sound weird?

It's like our hands were meant to fit in each others, his were slightly smaller than mine, and do soft!

"So. You're my new brother?" He asks, smiling. I smile softly at him and nod.

"I'm your new older brother!" I say smiling wide now.

I can hear Anne and mom laughing from behind me, but I don't care

"Well, nice to finally meet you" he says brightly.

I nod and smile again. "Nice to finally meet you too!"

Harry was going to say something, but didn't get the chance to because Daisy pulled on his arm. Harry looked down at her and smiled. "Hi Daisy."

"Hi Harry! Come sit with me and Phoebe" Daisy says to him and he smiles and follows her to the living room, where Fizzy, Phoebe and Lottie are all sitting.

I turn to face mom and Anne, who are smirking.

"Something wrong, Louis" mom asks, I glare at her for a moment.

"You said he couldn't hear anything!" I whisper shouted.

Anne laughs, "Oh Louis. Harry can't hear, he can read lips."

I blink at her, "how?" I ask confused.

"How what?" Mom asks.

"How is that possible?" I reply.

"Well, I got a teacher for Harry, and she taught him how to lip read when he was 10, a week after the car accident that made him lose his hearing" Anne explains. "She helped him learn hand signals by writing and drawing them for him, then two weeks later once he got the hang of hand signals she did them with him and taught him to lip read." I'm amazed.

I nod. "So he knows what we say?"

"Yes.." Anne answers.

"Will he ever be able to hear?" I ask Anne.

She nods, "his doctor said they can do a surgery for him so he'll be able to hear. I haven't talked to Harry about it yet though."

I bite my lip, that sounds painful. "Won't it be scary? All of a sudden hearing noises."

Anne nods her head again. "Of course it will be. He'll have to stay away from loud noises for a week, and let his ears get adjusted to it all."

"When are you going to talk to him about it?" I ask.

Anne sighs. "Soon hopefully, but for now he's fine."

"Is it hard for him? Not being able to hear and all." I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"It was extremely hard for him at first, he would cry and panic, not being able to hear. But he's okay with it now and he doesn't let it get to him, he's absolutely normal in everything else." Anne explains.

I nod. "So if he lost his hearing when he was... 10, it's been 6 years?" I ask. Anne nods.

I look over at Harry, who's watching Fizzy, talking about the book she's reading. He's probably reading her lips. He is. "Poor Harry" I mumble to myself out loud.

"He's quite used to it now." Anne says, and I look back at her. "His three best mates, Liam, Niall and Zayn, supported him all the way." She tells me and I nod my head.

"You should get to know him, Louis" mom tells me.

"Yeah, he's really sweet and was so desperate to see you and meet you" Anne says with a smile.

I smile widely, he wanted to meet me and wants to get to know me?

"Sure thing." I say smiling.

"Louis fancies Harry" mom tells Anne.

"Mom!" I groan.

"Well, he fancies you too, Louis" Anne says smiling.

"He does?" I asked, shocked that he would fancy me. Me.

"He does" she confirms, causing me to smile wider.

"You both can go to your room and talk. We'll call for you when supper is ready" mom says with a wink. I roll my eyes and stand up.

"Oh and Louis," Anne says as I was walking to the living room, I turn around and look at her. "Get to know him before making a move." She winks, making me blush slightly.

I turn and walk out of the kitchen and to the living room.

Fizzy's still talking to him. I groan.

I take Harry's arm and pull him up. He looks at me with a confused look.

I smile at him, then look over at Fizzy. "I'm going to steal Harry away from you" I tell her.

I don't wait for a reply, instead move my hand to Harry's and he intertwines our fingers together, I smile. I then rush Harry to the staircase, grab his suitcase with my other hand and walk up the stairs with Harry. Ignoring his protests.

Once we get to our rooms door, I open it, allowing Harry to enter first, then closing it behind me and put his suitcase against the wall.

I turn back to Harry and see him sitting on one of the beds, the one closer to the window, he's twiddling with his fingers. I smile and sit beside him, putting a hand on his knee cap. He looks at me and smiles.

I stare back into his eyes, their really green, but have a hint of blue in them. They're a green-blue colour.

they twinkle and light up when he smiles. He bites his lower lip, still not breaking eye contact. "You have beautiful eyes" I mumble, getting lost in his eyes.

He blushes, which makes me blush, because I realize he heard, or, read my lips. That's embarrassing. I look down awkwardly. I can't believe I said that out loud.

Harry puts his index finger under my chin and tilts my head so I'm forced to look at him.

He smiles softly and says, "Thanks, you have beautiful eyes too. They're really blue." He says the last part quieter. I blush deeply.

"You look cute when you blush." He says smiling, making me blush more. He takes his finger away from my chin and puts his hand on top of mine.

"So do you, Sweet Cheeks" I say to him and he blushes by the nickname and I smirk.

He leans back and lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his hand still on top of mine.

I smile and lay down beside him. Looking up at the ceiling also.

I finally met Harry, and he can talk and understand me. This is amazing. And he's really cute, I definitely fancy him. I know he fancies me too. But I'm going to ask him later, to be my boyfriend. When we're closer and I know more about him.

He turns so he's facing me, and wraps his arms around my waist. Its not until then I realize how skinny Harry actually is. I look down at him and see he has his eyes closed. "Are you sleeping?" I ask.

I get no response and remember he can't hear. My bad.

So instead, I tap his arm lightly and he opens his eyes.

"Sorry. I thought you were sleeping." I apologize.

He grins, "I'm not sleeping."

"I know. Neither am I." I smile back.

He sits up straight and stretches his arms up a little. I sit up too, and watch him.

He looks at me, with a smirk. "Like what you see?"

I blush. This boy is SASSY!.

"So Harry," I say after a few moments of us staring at each other. "Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" He asks, moving himself so he's sitting up and facing me. I move so I'm facing him and smile. We're only a few inches apart.

"What's your favourite colour?" I ask.

"Orange." He answers.

"Favourite food?" I ask.

"Tacos" he replies grinning, I chuckle and shake my head.

"Favourite animal?" I ask.

"Cats!" He says in a high tone. I laugh at his cheekieness.

"Favourite subject?" I ask.

"Erm... English, I guess." He replies. I nod.

"Favourite movie?" I ask.

"Love Actually." I raise an eyebrow and he shrugs.

"Worst fear?" I ask.

"Roller coasters." He replies.

"Best friends?" I ask, though I know the answer.

"Liam Payne, Zayn Malik and Niall Horan" he tells me. I nod.

"Commando or PJ?" I ask.

"It depends on the temperature, if it's cold, then PJ's, but if it's hot then I'll sleep Commando happily." I laugh and he giggles shyly. HOW CUTE!!!

I know I just met Harry today, and I know the answer. But I still ask. "I know the answer to this already, your mom told me, but are you Gay, Bi or Straight?"

He looks at me blankly. "Erm... If you know the answer, why ask?"

I shrug. "Just because."

He sighs and looks into my eyes. "Gay."

I smile widely. I just wanted to hear it from him.

"But," he says suddenly, smirking at my huge smile. "It's my turn to ask you questions."

I nod. "Go right ahead, Hazza!"

"Hazza?" He asks with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.

I nod smiling. "It sounds cute and I like it. Don't you?" I ask.

He grins again, "I love that nickname, Boobear."

"Boobear?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

He nods. "I like it, it's cute. Don't you think?"

This boy is so cute and adorable! "It is when you say it." I tell him honestly, making him smile wider, if that's even possible.

"On to the questions?" I ask.

Harry chuckles. "Guess I forgot about that," he grins wt me which makes me smile just as big.  

He smiles wide after I smiled back. "Okay. Favourite colour?"

"Dark Red" I answer.

"Favourite food?" he asks.

"Pasta" I reply.

"Favourite movie?" He asks.

"Grease" I reply, he smiles and nods.

"Favourite animal?" He asks.

"Dogs and Giraffes" I reply. He chuckles.

"Worst fear?" He smiles at me.

"Growing up." I reply.

"Best mate or mates?" He asks.

"Harry Styles." I tell him.

"That's me!" I laugh. "Your my best mate too, Louis!" Harry says and leans forward, giving me a big hug.

I hug back, enjoying this moment.

Once we pull away Harry gets off of the bed, then comes back on it but instead of sitting in front of me, he sits on my lap, facing me.

I don't protest or push him off though.

He smiles and I smile back. He really is gorgeous, he looks so flawless and perfect. But I want to know more about him, I'll ask him more questions later, and maybe Anne could tell me some things too.

Harry brings his head forward and rests it on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck.

I wrap my arms around the smaller boy and hold him close. His legs are around my waist and he slowly brings his left hand up and wraps it around my neck, his other hand is on my back.

I bring one of my hands to his head and slowly pull off his beanie, revealing many more curls. Putting his beanie beside me on the bed, I bring my hand back to his head and slowly stroke his curly locks.

His hair is so soft it feels so good against my fingers and skin. I feel Harry's warm breath on my neck, making it tingle and I can feel the goosebumps running through my body.

Harry pulls away, I frown. I was really enjoying that.

Harry looks at me and smiles shyly. "Sorry, I don't know why I did that." He looks into my eyes, making me melt on the inside.

Damn this boy. "Don't worry about it. I actually enjoyed if." I assure him.

He smiles. "You enjoyed it?" He asks. I nod.

"I did."

"Are you just saying that?" he asks.

I shake my head. "No. I really, honestly liked it and was enjoying it."

He blushes slightly. "No need to blush, Pumpkin." I tease, making him blush more.

I then look around our room and notice Harry's suitcase, shit. We never unpacked his things.

I look at Harry and see that he's already looking at me; I blush. How long has he been staring?

"No need to blush, Pumpkin." Harry mocks me, I chuckle and shake my head.

"Someone is cheeky!" I smile.

Harry laughs softly. "Just a bit. Yes."

"Your adorable." I truthfully say.

"Thank you." He smiles sweetly. "Your very sweet."

Me? Sweet? He's the sweet one. "No, your sweet. Not me." I protest.

"No I'm not. You are." He says sternly but I shake my head; no.

"Your the only sweet one." I say to him.

He shakes his head. "I'm not sweet at all. You are."

"No," I say, shaking my head. "Your sweet."

"You are" he protests.

"Nope. You." I say.

"You are so sweet." He tells me.

"No your so sweet, Harry." I smile.

"No, Louis. Everything about you is sweet." He smiles back.

I huff. "Your sweet."

He smiles shaking his head. "We're both sweet?" He asks, tilting his head to the side, looking adorable.

I smile and nod. Giving in. "We're both sweet."

He hugs me again, holding me tight. I hug back.

It's not until then that I realize Harry's still on my lap. I smile at the thought.

Wow, I'm smiling a lot today. More when I met Harry.

Once we pull away from the hug I talk, "we should probably put your things away, Harry."

He looks at his suitcase and nods. "Help me unpack?" He asks, looking back at me.

I nod. As if I wouldn't help. "I'd like to see you stop me."

He chuckles and shakes his head; getting off of my lap and standing up.

I stand up too and Harry brings his suitcase by the bed.

I take it from him and move it by the closet that's his; I unzip his suitcase and open it.

Harry sits down beside me and we spend our time unpacking his things and putting them away, while of course talking and laughing.


An hour later we're done unpacking and putting Harry's stuff in his closet and into the room. We would have been done way sooner, but we spent a lot of time talking, laughing and fooling around.

We even got into a tickle fight, I learned that Harry is very ticklish. He laughed a lot, causing me to laugh. I swear, his laugh is contagious.

Even the girls, Mum and Anne came in a few times, to check on us. We were laughing a lot, yelling and laughing; telling each other to stop and we even rolled onto the floor a handful of times, causing loud thuds and noises.

It was quite funny, seeing everyone's reactions when they came to check on us.

Two boys on top of each other, laughing and tickling each other. Well, for girls it might be weird. Probably.

I've only known Harry for three or four hours and some minutes, and we've gotten on quite well. Practically from the second Harry talked to me when he got here, but more when we got to our room.

I've learned quite a bit about Harry in the past hour while unpacking his things, like,

He hates scary movies. 

He doesn't like sleeping alone. 

He hates thunderstorms, like me. 

He's somewhat claustrophobic. 

He has a puffer for anxieties attacks he gets sometimes. 

He loves singing. 

He writes his own songs. 

Liam is actually Harry's cousin, but they act like best mates. 

Zayn has been Harry's best mate since they were 5. 

Niall is Harry's half cousin and best mate. 

Harry's Gay. 

Harry has a crush on me. (I won't lie, I got him to tell me, or I would tickle him forever). 

He gets scared quite easily. 

He has a cat named Dusty, who is at Liam's house. 

He worked at the bakery his mum owned. 

His dad left when he was 10, before his accident. 

Harry had a step dad when he was 12. 

His original name is Harold but he thinks it's weird. 

He used to get bullied at school (I'll beat those bullies up). 

He likes to cook. 

He's not that messy. 

He loves to cuddle (YES!!). 

He's hard to get (my luck...) 

He loves little kids. 

He's horrible at hiding his emotions. 

He's not a good lier. 

He likes his sleep. 

He's not a morning person. 

He has tattoos that are meaningful to him (I don't mind because I have one on my arm). 

He likes to swim. 

He likes all the seasons. 

He likes guys with blue or green eyes. 

He likes a funny guy, but also kind and caring. 

He's good in math. 

He talks in his sleep sometimes. 

He used to sleep walk. 

He steals food off of everyone's plates sometimes. 

He hates wearing his glasses.

And there is a lot more I learned, but I don't want to bore you or anything.

Now, we're both laying on my bed starring at each other; smiling.

"I really enjoyed learning about you, Harry." I tell him truthfully.

"Well, I'm glad. I learned a lot about you too, you know." I smile, he's so cute.

"I know." I say. I did tell him quite a lot as well. We both know so much about each other now.

We were interrupted by a loud noise; Lottie yelling. But Harry didn't hear it, obviously.


I sit up. "WE'RE COMING!" I yell back.

Harry sits up and looks confused at me. "We're going to have dinner, Haz." I tell him. He nods and we both walk down the big long staircase.

Harry and I also have a few nicknames for each other.

I'm... Boobear, Boo, LouBear, Lou, Tommo, Louis-the-Tommo-Tomlinson, Loulou, Pumpkin, Sweet Cheeks, Love, and a few other things he calls me.

My nicknames for him are, Boo, Hazza, HazzaBear, Haz, Curly, Sweet Cheeks, Love, Pumpkin and a few other things slip out.

We've both had a lot of fun together these past three or four hours.

Once we both get to the table where all the girls are seated, we sit down, food already in front of us.

Mum and Anne walk to the table and sit down.

They look at me and both smirk. Probably because of earlier and Harry.

I glance beside me, Harry is silently eating, as we all are.

"So," Anne starts,

"What did everyone do today? Unpack hopefully?" Mum asks us all.

The room fills with a bunch of "yeah," "yes mum," and one or two "not yet."

I look over at Harry, who is now looking away from his food, looking around the table absentmindedly. I smile to myself and continue eating.

We're all done eating more than half of our food already. We're having spaghetti. It's pretty good.

"So Louis, Harry" Anne says And I see Harry already looking at her, probably from before. "Did you both have fun together?"

I blush and so does Harry. Everyone laughs, making us blush more.

"We just talked and stuff." I reply, telling half the truth, because we did talk a lot.

"Yeah, sure." Mum says sarcastically. I roll my eyes.

Once dinner is over, Harry and I go to our room.



A/N: Hope you liked it! I'll put a cover for it soon, hopefully. Sorry if its not that good or interesting. I'm doing my best. Comments and opinions would be great!

I'm new to Wattpad, well, sort of. So I apologize if it's not all that fancy like with the bold and stuff, it's not on a computer, after all.

I'll update tomorrow, or soon. It's a four day weekend for me. So yay! I'll try getting the next chapter up by tomorrow or Friday. Hopefully. If not Saturday or Sunday, at the latest. Monday hopefully I can start chapter 4. This is all just me hoping, no guarantee.

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