isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 13

"I'm sorry, Cole," Louis had apologized quietly. Cole had just nodded their head, expression not faulting or changing at all.

"You know, um... I'm always here," Cole replied awkwardly. Louis nodded his head up and down, and pressed his lips together tightly. And Cole had hugged him because Louis had needed hope that everything would be alright.

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Harry sits, as usual, in the back of the library during his free period. He can hear Louis and his friends laughing about something that Louis had said, even though they are far enough away from him that he shouldn't be able to hear it. He pushes his laptop shut with a sigh, taking a minute to try and listen to what they're saying. Though the laughs are not, the voices are muffled, even Louis'. Zayn, from across the small table, gives him a weird look, jerking his head towards where the noise is coming from.

Harry nods his head, sliding his laptop into his backpack. Zayn tucks his notebook into his backpack at the same time, standing up from the seat as Harry does. Harry looks to the ground as he walks through the library, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Hello to the most annoying person on the planet," Harry smirks, stopping by the couch and looking at Louis. Louis sits beside Cole, leaning against them slightly.

"Saying hello to yourself is a little sad," Louis comments carelessly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Louis shrugs, "I mean... man, I know that you're lonely without Grimshaw but seriously, talking to yourself?"

"I'm not lonely without him," Harry crosses his arms, "I mean, I could get back with him in seconds if I wanted to." He watches as Louis' jaw clenches, his eyes leaving Harry's and falling on Liam's. Liam gives Louis a small look that Harry can't read before Louis continues.

"Then why don't you?"

"I don't want to."

"Why? Because you've already got someone else? Someone that-"

"Louis," Liam interrupts, stopping Louis before he can continue. The three friends all look at Louis weirdly before standing up. Liam grabs Louis' backpack, nodding towards the door. Louis sighs, standing up from the couch as well. Cole throws their arm over Louis' shoulder, sending something flying through Harry's insides.

"I don't, but I assume you do, huh?" Harry speaks up before Louis gets the chance to leave.

"As a matter of fact, yes I do. And you know, I don't regret the fact that I could have multiple at a time if I wanted."

"So you just blow anyone who has a decent sized dick?"

"Pretty much," Louis shrugs after a minute of thought, staring Harry down. Harry is biting his cheek harshly as Louis stares at him intently, with his slightly narrowed eyes and sharp cheekbones and clenching jaw, "I know what you want to say, you know."

"I don't call people sluts," Harry sneers, "If you honestly think I would do that, then your mind is fucked up."

"All my mind tells me is that every time I see you, you find a way to make me want to murder you. And I hate it, because you never shut up, ever."

"Have you seen yourself?"

"I have a mirror in my room, of course I have."

"Oh and I bet the mirror is huge," Harry rolls his eyes, "Because your room is obviously big enough to fit a real mirror into it." Cole glares at Harry in disgust, tightening their grip on Louis. Louis' eyes widen, mouth slightly falling open.