Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

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Chocolate Bar Problems

A day after the article incident, Harry's notifications started blowing up—with his name being put into more headlines, and even more rumours that he hasn't heard of before. People are obviously taking advantage of his situation, and Harry, being his anxious self, isn't liking it a single bit.

Painting him as a whore who sleeps around wasn't exactly the best way to describe him. Even the people who knew him personally would think that it was impossible. Nonetheless, there's absolutely nothing wrong with sleeping around. It was his business and no one else's—but still, everything being written about him is completely false, and while reading it, Harry just kept trying to control himself from pulling his curls out of his scalp.

And if you think that things can't get any worse than that, Harry receives a message from his mum and dad. His mum, checking up on him, and his dad—well, that was a different story.

Harry stares at his phone screen, contemplating if he should respond or not. He gulps, his heart beating fast at the thought of responding to his (probably) pissed father.

So, he's decided—no, he's not gonna respond.

Yet.

Maybe, if his dad personally went to his flat and confronted him there—yeah, he might because he has no choice. But, through text? probably wasn't the brightest idea. Harry doesn't even know where to start.

As long as he had the choice to ignore it, he will—because honestly, he really doesn't know how to explain it in a way where his dad wouldn't get mad. Every angle in the situation just paints him in a bad light, and he can't think of anything that could get his dad to understand his decisions.

And plus, he has a test today. He's been preparing for weeks, and he definitely doesn't want that shit to cloud his brain while he takes it.

Harry puts his book bag over his shoulder and walks out of the entrance of their house. He pulls on the hems of his sweater to cover the laurels on his tum. It's gotten evidently smaller on him..probably because he might have been pigging out lately—or perhaps that could've been because his tummy is just naturally getting bigger.

As he arrives at the entrance of Hungrill Uni, Harry looks up to the clock that's hung right on top of the archway. He's right on time with a few minutes to spare.

Harry rubs his belly while he heads to the uni cafeteria. He's supposed to make lunch for himself at home, but he didn't want to bother as he figures it was probably better to grab a quick snack here as he didn't want to be late for the test.

While fishing for spare change in his pockets, he spots Louis fiddling with the vending machine that's in the far corner of the cafeteria. At this hour, there were lots of students hanging around, and many of them had just finished attending their morning lecture—just like Niall—who's probably on his way back to the flat by now.

Louis hits the machine with his fists—like five times, hoping for his chocolate bar to fall right out of it. "damn it, the machine just ate my bill." He grumbles.

Out of nowhere, Maddison appears walking into the cafeteria doors and towards Louis.

"hey." she places her hand on the small of Louis's back. "it's been a while. You don't text as much anymore." she snakes her arms around Louis's waist. His eyebrows raise, turning his head at Maddison. "oh, hello."

"uhuh, that's all you have to say?" she laughs, smirking. Louis pressing the buttons of the vending machine, "i'm sorry. I got kinda busy, and I had shit piling up. With footie practice and—that... I guess I just didn't have enough time." Louis shrugs.