My dearest // a Larry Stylinson fan fiction

Chapter 11: Choose your Words Cause Theres no Antidote

The second Louis felt the words roll off his tongue he instantly regretted them but for some reason even though he absolutely despised his dad he still felt the need to make him proud and so he thought that if he said those horrible things to Harry then maybe his dad would be proud.

Louis felt his heart rip apart when he saw the look on Harry's face. He couldn't believe he was the reason behind that look. Louis was worried he had ruined the best thing in his life.

Louis didn't even bother to shower before chasing after Harry, he went straight to his car and dialed his number "declined" he sighed, he couldn't believe what he had just done. His heart dropped, all he wanted was to know that Harry was safe.

Louis rang Harry a couple more times until he decided it would be best if he gave up on calling so he instead began to spam text him but still, no response.

Louis had tears coming down his cheeks, he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and wiped his tears away and snuffled before driving away from the school. He had somewhat of an idea about where Harry might've gone.

Once he arrived he realized that the gates were shut and locked which meant he'd have to park on the road. He parked his car directly in front of the gate and almost forgot to put it in park. He grabbed the key from the ignition and started running.

"HARRY? HAZZ? HAZZA? CURLY? HAROLD?" He shouted as he continued to run in the rain, trying his best not to slip in the mud.

Louis finally reached the entrance to the hidden nook and started to push through the thick shrubbery that lined the small, somewhat there pathway. Once he was through he saw the younger boy kneeling in the mud screaming and crying. His hair was absolutely drenched, making it hang down the sides of his face. His curls were loose and were blowing around because of the wind. His clothes were stuck to his skin and were covered in mud. He was shaking from the coldness of the rain and wind mixed together. 

Louis jogged over to him and dropped down to his knees as well. He attempted to wrap his arms around him but was shoved away.

"GO AWAY" Harry screamed. Louis was startled and didn't expect Harry to yell. He had never heard him yell before and so hearing it made his heart break even more.

His heart was stinging and he felt absolutely horrible.

He could just barely see his face but he could tell that the poor boy's eyes were swollen and that his whole entire face was tinted red and puffy from crying. He couldn't believe he was the reason for this, he couldn't believe he made him feel this way.

"GO AWAY LOUIS. I THOUGHT I WAS A F*GGOT AND THAT I WAS GOING TO HELL?" Harry was sobbing and was gasping for air as he spoke. Louis started to cry even more as Harry was repeating what he had said earlier on at the game.

"I THOUGHT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO BE NEAR YOU?" Louis was shaking.

"BE CAREFUL! YOU BETTER GET AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE MY GAYNESS MIGHT RUB OFF ON YOU AND YOU MIGHT END UP IN HELL AS WELL!" Louis didn't know what to say. He was disgusted at the words he had said to Harry.

"Harry please lis-" Harry cut him off, he had enough. "NO I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU!" he shouted, turning to face Louis. Louis' face was shiny and red, Harry could tell he was crying too.

"Har-" Harry pushed him into the muddy, wet ground. He began punching Louis straight in the gut, he didn't even feel bad because he was so hurt by his words. Louis didn't try to fight Harry or even get him to stop because he knew he deserved it.

Louis finally had enough of it and couldn't take anymore so he grabbed onto Harry's wrists and rolled him over, pinning him down onto the ground with his wrists above his head so he was unable to punch Louis.

Harry kept trying to free himself of Louis' grasp but he was far too weak.

"LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW" Harry yelled, trying to pull his wrists out of Louis' hands. "Hazz p-" "DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME THAT YOU FUCKI-" Louis cut him off, making sure his voice was loud but not a yell. "Please Harry, let me explain." Harry didn't want Louis to explain anything and quite frankly he didn't need to explain anything because he made himself pretty clear at the football game.

"NO LOUIS I WON'T LET YOU EXPLAIN. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH WORDS HURT? BECAUSE I DON'T THINK YOU DO" Louis loosened his grip of Harry's wrists, still holding them but not as tight. "I do Harry, I do," he said quietly. "NO YOU FUCKING DON'T. DO YOU REMEMBER EVER GETTING BEAT UP AND CALLED NAMES BY THE ONE PERSON YOU HAVE LOVED FOREVER AND WHO YOU THOUGHT WAS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT IN EVERY FUCKING WAY, DESPITE HOW MUCH OF A DICK THEY WERE TO YOU? NO YOU DON'T BECAUSE THAT NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU." Louis started crying again and he could feel the tears running down his cold cheeks.

"Har-" He got cut off, again.

"NO YOU ARE GOING TO LET ME FINISH. YOU PUT ME THROUGH SO MUCH PAIN, BOTH PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY AND I WAS FUCKING STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY THIS PERSON THAT CARED ABOUT ME AND LIKED ME FOR ME. YOU PROVED THAT YOU WERE THE SAME PERSON WHO USED TO BEAT ME UP AND VERBALLY HARASS ME IN THE HALLWAYS AND IN CLASS EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR 13 YEARS. THIS WAS PROBABLY THE PLAN THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME WASN'T IT?" Louis choked back his tears, he couldn't believe how much he hurt Harry.

"Ha-" Once again he got cut off.

"YOU PROBABLY ONLY BECAME FRIENDS WITH ME SO THAT YOU COULD PROVE TO YOUR DAD THAT YOU WERE FUCKING STRAIGHT AND THEN YOU COULD HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE. YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE. FUCK LOUIS. I TRUSTED YOU. THIS HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH AND YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IT AT ALL SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."

Louis swallowed back his tears again and dropped Harry's wrists. "Ok" he said softly with a smile. He stood up and started to walk away.

Harry looked up from the ground, shocked at the loss of touch and sudden coldness that had overcome his body. "You're actually going to leave me?" Louis turned his head around so he could look at Harry. "You promised me you would never leave."

Louis turned his body fully around and saw that Harry was now standing up. He walked over to the taller boy and grabbed him by the middle, pulling him close. He pressed his soft pink lips against the curly headed boys.

Harry didn't pull away, he kissed him back and pulled him even closer which was difficult since they were already so close.

Harry smiled and continued to crash his lips against the smaller boy's, their lips moving perfectly with one another's.

Harry felt warm and safe, like he was at home.

Harry's home wasn't a place, it was a person. Louis was his home.

Harry's home was Louis.