Don't come back..( Larry/Jastin m-preg)

Chapter one

The small house smelt like weed, when Harry headed back from work. Walking in, he scrunched up his nose. His heart was racing in a way that he felt pure rage taking over his body.

   Walking further in and stepping into the living room, he heard loud rap music from his son's room. He was quick to rush upstairs, grab the door handle and open the door.

   Seeing his son sitting on some boy's lap, just in his boxers and socks, his arms wrapped around the slightly older looking boy's neck, as the other boy sucked his son's neck , he felt nothing but pure anger. They were too caught up in the moment as his son moaned, the other boy held a lit up joint in between his fingers. Probably marijuana or cocaine.. he didn't know because he was never into drugs. " Mmm Jason right there"

  " Justin Angel Harold Styles!!" Growled Harry, making the too boys jump and hiss 'oh shit' in unison. Grabbing Justin's wrist, and ignoring his 'deer caught in head lights look' , Harry dragged Justin out of Jason's lap, slapping the boy across his face.

" Mr Styles!" Jason gasped, probably not liking how his sweet little boyfriend got slapped by his father. Justin didn't take too long to let the tears fall. Harry had never hit him.

  He knew Harry didn't support homosexuality, he was probably against it. He wasn't pleased when his son came out as gay  couple months ago. All he said was that it didn't concern him as long as Justin dates girls. Justin cried for days after that, but Harry just ignored it. As much as he hated seeing his child cry, he had fair reasons to be against it.

  But it seemed to Harry like the boy wasn't obeying the rules. If Harry forbid something from Justin, then it's for a reason. Justin had to listen to his father, but he was growing up. He wasn't going to be the little boy who drew stick figures and name each figure as himself and his daddy forever. But still, Harry wanted his son to listen to him.

  " Shut the fuck up, get your weed and get the fuck out of my fucking house!" Said Harry through his gritted teeth. Which Jason sighed but grabbed his things, and left, but not before placing a small kiss on Justin's swollen cheek. Sending him a pleading look, to understand his situation and how he really had to leave. Justin nodded, wiping his face.

  " You have clothes in this house, do you not?!" Harry glared, feeling disgusted with the way his son sat on another boy's lap, barely any clothes on him. Justin nodded hesitantly, sniffling as he did.

  " The cat got your tongue?!" Harry scoffed. " Use your words!"

" Y-yes dad"

  " I buy you clothes because I expect you to wear them. If you're gonna be naked Infront of others, then I'm not buying you any clothes again, understood?!"

  " Y-yes dad" Justin bit his lip. " But Jason's my boyfriend"

  Harry pretended to not hear the last part. " Did you smoke?"

  " N.no dad.. I swear" Justin panicked. Looking into Justin's eyes, and examining them for any suspicion, Harry realized he was telling the truth. He sighed, nodding.

  " Good." Mumbled Harry, watching as Justin tried so hard not to touch his slapped cheek. It was throbbing in pain, but if he dared to touch it, he knew Harry was going to get mad. At least he thought it.

  " Justin" Harry tried so hard not to feel the pang in his chest. He had to be strict., If he wanted to save his small boy from the evil of this cruel big world. " Boys can't have boyfriends, they're supposed to have girlfriends. If you ever said anything about a boyfriend in or out of my earshot, or ever dared to look at that so called Jason again., It will be the last time you're allowed outside of your room. Understood?"

  " Dad-" cried Justin, only to get cut off.

  " I want a positive or negative answer, not any explanation." Scoffed Harry.

   " But-" Justin gasped as Harry raised his hand, ready to slap him again. " Yes or no" he gritted his teeth. Justin found himself crying out a quiet yes. Harry scoffed, putting his hand down. " Take a shower and come downstairs for dinner" Harry tried to ignore the way Justin sobbed helplessly. He knew he was gonna grab the poor boy and hug the shit out of him and tell him that it's going to be alright. But he couldn't, he had to be strict. It's the only way to save his child from this cruel world.

  " Daddy" Justin squeaked, his face turning into a puppy dog face automatically., As he cried. He couldn't stand getting punished for something and not getting comforted.

  Harry just lost it, just hearing how much his son needed him. Fuck being strict! He pulled him into a tight hug, kissing the top of his head, Harry mumbled into his hair. " I don't want you end up getting hurt, baby boy. Just try to understand, if I'm saying no, then it's for a fair reason. "

  Justin just stood there, enjoying his father's warmth as few more tears fell from his golden brown eyes.

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Chapter one is basically on Harry's normal life, and some jastin stuff too.

Luise will be in the next chapter.