Save Myself // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: XI

Summary:

So sorry this chapter took so bloody long for me to update. I won't lie. The new season of orange is the new black came out last weekend... and we all know how that went. But I'm back. With a vengeance. (and I watched the whole season, so temptation has gone).

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Waking up on Sunday morning was more pleasant than Louis was used to. He didn't remember any of his dreams, so there was no lingering anxiety to deal with, and he'd slept in way later than he was used to. He grabbed his phone straight away, hoping there were going to be some unread texts from Harry. When he looked down at it, though, there were no new messages. He sighed and sat up in his bed, contemplating a shower. When he sat up, though, he noticed that the couch was occupied. Lottie had a makeup brush in one hand and a mirror in the other and was brushing her eyelids relentlessly. She spared a glanced at him before going back to work.

"Where were you last night?" She asked, the suspicion heavy in her words.

"Here mostly,"

"Not true, I saw you leave late. You didn't get home until even later,"

"Went to see Harry,"

She dropped the brush and the mirror on the couch and jumped up, "I knew it!" She dove into Louis' bed, laying on her stomach next to him, "spill,"

"Spill what? He asked honestly, because it really always seemed to him that Lottie thought a lot of things that weren't even close to being true.

"What happened?"

"I went to his house,"

"And?"

Louis laughed, "there is no 'and' Lots, we just hung out,"

"You know he fancies you, right?"

Louis laughed out loud (if a bit humourlessly) at Lottie's words, "he doesn't," explained Louis, "we're friends, he barely even knows me,"

Lottie sighed in what seemed to be annoyance, "whatever," she said, resting her head on one of his pillows, she stared up at the ceiling like Louis had said something to personally offend her.

He liked his sister, he really did. He liked them hanging out together and her obnoxious approach to everything, but underneath it all, she was still just a kid. She didn't actually understand how the real world worked. She was a thirteen year old girl. The whole world revolved around boys for her. She probably thought that every boy in her class had a crush on her. Her observations weren't relevant to the real world. She had no idea how Louis' life really went. Romance had never been a part of his life. That was fine. He didn't know what it really meant anyway. He was just fine with Harry attempting to be his friend. There was nothing more going on there, and Lottie would catch on eventually.

"What are you doing today, anyway?" Asked Lottie offhandedly

"Nothing. Just giving Harry a ride to work,"

"Oh, well I'm coming, obviously," she grinned wickedly at him, "unless you'd rather be alone,"

"I don't think you're allowed to," Louis chose to ignore her childish innuendo.

"It's called 'sneaking out'. Really, of all people I'd expect you to understand that,"

"I assume no responsibility for your life choices," he joked.

"Listen, if I'm being dragged to France against my will next weekend, I'm not going to deny myself watching you and Harry interact like kindergarteners,"