FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

eighteen

moderately long chapter lol. lots of music. lots of emotions..

louis doesn't get castrated, by the way :)

"Harry, I swear, I had no idea they were going to do that," Florence said in a panicky tone as soon as she was let into the house.

"I know this wasn't your doing because you hate Louis too. You're fine." Harry responded, sitting back where he was previously on the kitchen bench.

"Harry, I genuinely thought we were getting dinner with you. If I knew they were going to do that, I would've stopped them."

"Please, just, lower your voice. I've been at the hospital all night with fucking teenagers who only just got to bed." He dropped his head in between his elbows and closed his eyes.

He heard Florence come up behind him and felt her arms wrap around his waist, her face laying in between his shoulder blades, and a kiss being pressed to his neck. "I know. I'm sorry."

Harry sighed and lifted one of his hands to grab her hand, his thumb stroking the pointy bone of her wrist.

Just as he was about to fall asleep right there on the cool marble benchtop, there was a knock at the door. He groaned and stood up when Florence detached herself from him, walking with a hunch towards the front door. He looked through the peephole and felt his throat drop to his ass at the sight of the spawn of satan standing on the other side of the door.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He said to himself and picked up the baseball bat that sat in the umbrella rack and swung the front door open.

"What the fuck do you want?" He shouted and hitched the bat over his shoulder, watching Louis back away slowly.

"Slow down there, cowboy. I just wanted to talk." Louis said with a nervous chuckle and held up his hands in surrender, still walking backwards from Harry who was approaching him at a swift pace.

"Yeah, no. We spoke last night when you set me up, fucking douchebag." Harry swung the bat and watched as Louis ducked, hands coming up over his head.

"Harry!" Florence shouted from behind him.

"Get the fuck off my property!" Harry basically screamed, pointing over to the open front gate.

"Fucking christ, Harry!" Louis stared at him with wide eyes. "Calm the fuck down!"

"Don't tell me to calm down! Fuck you!" He swung the bat again, almost hitting Louis who tripped and fell onto the concrete.

Just as he was about to bring the bat down right on Louis' crotch, the bat was ripped from his hands and he was being shoved back towards the house.

"Back off, Harry," Jasper said in a stern voice, his hands poised in front of Harry's chest which was rising and falling quickly.

He looked over to Louis who was scrambling to his feet, then to Florence who was holding the baseball bat in her trembling hands.

His mouth opened as he went to say a snarky comment back, but Jasper lifted his chin, shaking his head, and made a face which made Harry bite his tongue, huffing and storming back to the house, brushing past Travis who flinched as Harry sped past him in the doorway.

He heard both Florence and Jasper calling after him as he made his way up to his room where he quickly locked his door and sat on the edge of his bed, dropping his head to his hands and listening to his heartbeat pound in his ears.

He sat there for a while, his mind drifting over a thousand different thoughts until he started crying, in shock of what he would've done to Louis if he wasn't stopped.