Chasing the Sun (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Fourteen

(A/N: I 😀 absolutely 😀 hate 😀 school 😀

Sorry about the random POV change. It was either that or a really short chapter)

Louis POV:

We had been here for almost two weeks.

Harry was starting to get cabin fever. He would jog laps around the buildings and do anything to be outside. He has been avoiding me recently as well.

We ran out of food yesterday. I don't think Mr. Payne, Liam, accounted for the both of us. Harry had said he's always in here by himself.

"Hey," I approached him as he climbed down from the bathroom(I still needed help getting on the buildings).

"Need assistance ?" he asked and avoided my gaze.

"No, just," I hesitated, "how- how long are we going to be here?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure," he finally met my eyes, "I think he might kill you," he nodded.

"Your joking," I laughed humorlessly.

He just shrugged and turned to walk away.

"Harry wait!" I called after him.

"Hmm?" He turned casually.

"Why do you keep acting like everything is no big deal!?" I almost yelled.

"Are you bipolar?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No! I'm not bipolar! You're pissing me off!"

"You seem bipolar," he laughed.

He threw his head back and came back up with a smile. He had lovely teeth.

"That's a strange thing to say about someone," he smiled again.

"What?"

"You said that I had lovely teeth," he smiled just to show them off.

"Well they are very nice," I noted.

"See, you are bipolar," he finished the shirt conversation as I contemplated how I had even said that aloud.

"Wait you avoided my question," I called after him as he turned around.

"Which question?" He asked. As if he didn't know.

"Why do you act like being here and starving is nothing," I pulled myself up to sit on the counter, "You just brush it off as if it's just another everyday problem,"

"I act like this is nothing because to me it is," he spoke, his attitude changing suddenly "You don't know what it's like. You work in a dangerous field, yes, but you have no idea. Your the one firing the bullets, I'm the one being fired at. I still have a bullet wound in my side from a couple weeks ago. I get put here quite often, I have to deal with this all the time," he finally met my eyes, "It's no big deal,"

"Why do you even deal with this?" I hate to admit it, but he doesn't deserve this. No one deserves this.

"Family," he whispered, looking down.

"Liam is your family?"

"No, he has my family. He'll kill them if I don't do what he says," he looked up to meet my gaze again and for once he looked human.

He had tears hanging on the edge of his eyelashes, cheeks flushed a light pink from emotion.

"Harry I'm s-" I started but he cut me off with a fake laugh.

"You don't give a shit about me," a tear drop rolled down his cheek, "Don't give me your fucking sympathy because I don't want it. I know how to handle this. In a couple days you will be dead and I will go back to doing what I do,"

He quickly regained his composure and walked to pull himself onto one of the buildings he hadn't showed me yet, leaving me speechless.

Harry's POV:

I had to get out of there. I can't believe I opened up to Louis just because I had a stupid fucking crush on him.

I really wish he would have killed me in the car park. None of this would have happened. He would still be living his goddamn life and everything would be cool.

I had climbed into the library, right now I was very thankful he wasn't tall enough to climb up onto these buildings. It probably wasn't very safe to leave him outside by himself, especially since bears come out more often this time of year, but I had to get away. I will help him into the room later.

When down on the carpet of the floor, I leaned against a bookshelf closer to the wall.

God, he's not even gay.

"Get ahold of yourself!" I whisper yelled to myself and banged my head off the shelf behind me lightly.

We had been fighting for the first few days, that was expected, but then it turned into playful bantering. As if we were friends!

Now I feel so.... So... Attracted to him? Yet, at the same time, I'm waiting for him to kill me.

He seems so on edge recently, probably because he knows he's going to die.

If I could wish this whole situation away, I would.

If I would have never went to that club, I would have never met Liam, my family would be safe, and I would have finished high school when I was eighteen instead of now.

I didn't exactly 'meet' Liam. I suppose it was kinda forced.?

That's a story for another day.

I scanned the shelves and read the titles of the stories.

They were all ridiculous children's books about missing your family, having no friends, or subtly referencing death.

There were a few self help books about what to do after a family member dies, and several cook books titled "Cooking for One" or "Dinner for Yourself". Liam was trying to taunt me and I knew it.

He knew that I knew it, which made it all worse.

Suddenly feeling angry, I had to leave. All these goddamn useless books that Liam put here just to torment me while I was here. This place was full of subtle objects and signs, put there just to mock me. Louis didn't know why I hated this place so much. I almost told him that it was designed to make me feel like shit, constantly remind me that he could kill everyone I care about whenever he wanted.

The sick bastard would probably do it himself.

(A/N: hopefully this chapter is okay?

Any comments? Question? Concerns?
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I wrote this while I was babysitting so sorry...)