Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Fifteen - Fall For You

Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade
"But hold your breath because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again..."

     The following morning hadn't been as awkward as Harry had expected it to be.  Instead, it was filled with Louis' happy smile that was actually revealing the crinkles by his eyes and around the edges of his lips again.  It made him proud that he'd managed to do that to the older boy, his chest puffed out pretty much every time someone even made a comment on how happy Louis looked.  He couldn't help it though, he was proud.  Licking his lips as he rummaged through the dresser in search of clothes, he was momentarily interrupted by a cautious knock on the door.  Turning around and holding up a pair of black-clad boxers, he was quick to tug them on over his hips before he opened the door to face an annoyed-looking Will.

"Erm, hello.  Come on in."  Harry snorted sarcastically, watching at his bodyguard strolled into the room before he could even open the door fully.

"I thought I told you to break up with Louis, Harry."  Will snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We did break up.  We just... made up.  As friends."  The curly-haired boy said slowly.  He was horrible liar, he just hoped that this would do, though.

"Harry..."  He warned.

"I told you; we're just friends."  Harry snapped back.  He turned on his heel, tugging on a pair of grey slacks and one of Louis' jumpers.  Just friends, right.  Friends share clothes.

"Okay, fine.  But if I catch you two-"

"You won't."

"So you two are together?"

"No, I meant... nngh.  You know what I meant, Will!"  Harry exclaimed, growing frustrated now as he turned to face the man with a sharp glare.

"No, I really don't."  Will replied with a smug little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not with Louis.  We're just best friends, like we used to be."  He replied confidentally.

"Good, then you wouldn't mind that I asked Eleanor to come down and spend a little quality time with Louis.  She'll help him recover from his little incident."  The body-guard nodded, feeling satisfied with himself, before he turned to stride out of the room and share the news with Louis.

Harry'd paused in his shuffling through the clothes the moment he'd heard that name.  He swallowed thickly, clutching the drawer handles tightly and slamming it shut with more pressure than necessary.  His jaw clenched angrily, slamming his fist down against the hard wood and squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief.  He'd known this moment would be coming soon, though, but he hadn't expected her to come here.  Especially not this soon.  Harry had wanted some time for Louis to try and recover from everything and lean on him, but now that she was flying out here, he had a sickening feeling in his stomach that he was about to be replaced.

     Louis felt like he was going to be sick when Will told him that Eleanor was coming down for a 'visit'.  The thought of his ex-girlfriend being in the same room with him and Harry made his jaw clench and he could already practically taste the tension (whether that be sexual or not, he had no clue) that would - without a doubt - appear between the three.  He sucked in a sharp breath, raking a hand through his hand and groaning, willing all of this bloody stress away from him because he was just tired of it.  He needed a break.  Something to help him heal completely without the stress of a girl and his best friend/boyfriend -- not to mention fucking Management -- breathing down his neck.  Of course, Louis didn't mind Harry.  Harry was good; he was safe, but Eleanor.