The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 12: I'm not Feeling Fabulous

Let's just get straight into it, shall we?

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He scoffed mockingly, rolling his eyes with a smile playing on his lips, "well I guess it worked, you-"

"What the effing hell is going on here!?"

Both Louis and I jumped at the sound and I felt my heart sink to the floor, as I looked around Louis' legs to see my stepfather standing stone cold in the doorway of the living room, my mum peeking wide-eyed over his shoulder. I started panicking, looking around the room for my clothes from the position I was in on the floor, while Louis just scurried to hide behind me.

Guess I'm a human shield now.

I sat back and tried to cover myself with my hands, could this literally be any more awkward? Our clothes were scattered all over the room, none of them in reaching distance, and both of my parents had just walked in on me, butt naked, on my knees, about to suck a guy off.

I felt frozen to the spot, legs burning from the carpet and heart hammering hard against my chest, staring petrified up at my father, mum had quickly retreated out of the room, shortly after spotting Louis and I. I felt Louis squirming on the floor behind me, nudging my back occasionally before clearing his throat, collapsing under the pressure.

"Well this is awkward."

Thanks Captain Obvious.

"Just- just hurry up and get dressed, I'll see you both in the kitchen." Robin sighs, leaving us sitting awkwardly on the floor.

"Holy fuck."

"Yeah, it woulda been." He smirked, helping me off the floor.

I blushed further, not that you could tell, I was already crimson from embarrassment.

"Seriously Lou, this isn't funny. I'm gonna die." I wailed dramatically, scavenging around, pulling all of my clothes I've found on my body.

Moments later we did the walk of shame out into the kitchen, both fully clothed, heads hung low as we pulled up stools at the bar and sat down. The silence was deafening, lingering around us, until Robin finally decided to break it, coming to terms with the matter at hand.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Harry. We've been gone for a week and this is what you've been doing?!" His voice raised towards the end, and his hands were white-knuckled holding onto the edge of the bar.

"A lot can happen in a week, Sir."

What the fuck, Louis! Shut up!

I side kicked his foot under the table, "you're not helping!" I hissed at him, gritting my teeth, but low enough so my stepdad couldn't hear.

"And who the hell are you?!" Robin bellowed, turning his aggression towards Louis.

"Jesus, Sir."

I kick him again. What the hell's the matter with him?!

Oh.

This is the smart-ass Louis I know from school. Ugh.

"Excuse me?" He looked taken aback... we're not very religious here, so the poor guy's probably too confused to comprehend what Lou means.

Louis. I meant Louis.

"Just get out of my kitchen! Im warning you, if I see you back here, there will be hell to pay, mister!"

I snapped my head up, confusedly watching as Louis dragged his feet through the house and out the door. I turned back to Robin who was fuming, glaring at Louis' disappearing figure, but I missed the look Louis threw back over his shoulder at me, too caught up in my own head.