Stars, stripes and student life [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 22

Here you go babies

The past three days have been horror to Louis. He has to watch Harry all the time because that's his fucking job and seeing him so close with Nick makes him want to just jump off a cliff. It hurts, hurts so much, knowing that what they once had is long forgotten. If it wasn't, Harry wouldn't have invited Nick out of all people, he wanted to hurt Louis.

And not just by inviting him but also accepting his flirting, sometimes even giggling when Nick says something disgusting. Now the two are in Harry's room and the door is slightly open. He can't help himself, just hurting himself even more when he decides to look and listen to them. Harry is clearly drunk, something Harry said he never would be, but the almost empty bottle of whiskey says something else.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, Harry." Nick says, caressing his cheeks. It makes Louis' jaw clench. It's so fucking disgusting.

Harry doesn't say anything, he just giggles. He fucking giggles and Louis never thought that the sound that he once found so beautiful is now a knife into his heart, making him want to throw up.

But what happens next kills Louis. Nick leans in and puts his lips on Harry, kissing him hard and Harry doesn't pull away, doesn't push him, he is just there, accepting Nick's kiss and it makes Louis literally sick.

The kiss gets rougher and Nick throws Harry on the bed, taking place on top of him. "So sexy, Harry." He moans within kisses. And no, this cannot go to where Louis thinks it will go.

Harry just lets him. He doesn't reject him but he also doesn't completely give in. He lets Nick take off his shirt but doesn't give him any help nor does he try to take Nick's shirt off. It's when Nick tries to take off Harry's pants, and Harry just lets him, that Louis interferes. He can't let this happen.

"Get the fuck off him!" Louis storms into his room, grabs Nick from Harry and pushes him against the wall. His fist connects with Nick's cheek three times before he lets go of him.

"Louis! Louis stop!" Harry screams. He is crying, shaking like crazy and only a boxer is covering his body.

"You fucking sicko!" Nick screams back. He connects his fist with Louis' lip and the older boy curses a bit.

"Grimshaw you are dea-" Louis can't finish his sentence. Zayn grabs him and Liam grabs Nick who he escorts to his guestroom.

Harry is crying and his whole body is shaking and Zayn leads Louis out of the room to take care of his bleeding lip. Louis knows he made the right call. He couldn't let this happen, not when Harry is drunk. He couldn't live with himself.

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It's the next morning that Harry and Louis talk for the first time initiated by Harry. Louis received a day off to rest and Harry is the one waking him up by knocking on his door.

"Whos's there?" He groans but walking towards the door anyway. When he opens his breath gets stuck in his throat, looking in a pair of green eyes.

They weren't sparkling beautifully like Louis is used to.

They are still beautiful, just bags around them, coloured red from the shed tears and written full of pain.

"Harry..." Louis breathes out.

"You didn't have the right, Louis." Harry's voice cracks. "You didn't have the right to stop it."

"And do what, Harry? Just seeing you losing your virginity to someone that doesn't even care about you? While you are drunk? Did you really think I would let that happen?" Louis argues back.

"It would have been my choice!" Harry sobs. "it was my mistake to make and you... Stop fucking saving me! I know my dad pays you for that shit but just stop it!"

"This has nothing to do with your father for fuck's sake, Harry" Louis screams back. "Nothing has to do with your father. That's just you that involves him in everything!

How many fucking times do I have to tell you that I don't give a single shit about you being his son? I care about you. I would have pulled him off because you, Harry not because of my bloody pay check.

I love you but you just do everything in your power to hurt me. You know it fucking kills me to see you with him. He touched you, Harry. He fucking touched you and it made me sick. You would have let him take your virginity for fuck's sake! You were drunk, emotional, vulnerable and he wanted to take advantage of you, and you would have let him. I know you just want to hurt me, but I would never let you get hurt if I have things in my hands."

"Do you think it's easy, huh Louis? Do you think it was easy for me to trust you in the first place? To trust anyone in the first place? Do you know how many people just want to talk to me because of my dad? But I trusted you blindly, my heart trusted you blindly only to find out you are in service of my dad. I just..." Harry bursts out in tears for the so manieth time.

"Baby..." Louis whimpers. He grabs Harry and pulls him closer to him.

"I just love you..." Louis murmurs. "I love you so fucking much and I'm so sorry I didn't discuss this with you. I would give it up for you, Harry, if it was only me. But my family gets a new chance and I... I can't take my sister's future away, H." Louis' voice cracks. "I would have never taken it if it was just for me."

"I don't ask you to..." Harry whispers in the crook of Louis' neck, tears rolling down. "I'm so sorry, Louis. I'm so sorry for acting so selfishly. I'm sorry for inviting Nick over, I shouldn't have. I just knew that... He is the one person that could keep me from running straight back into your arms but look where the fuck I am right now."

Both boys chuckle through their tears.

"When I said to Nick that he could keep you... I didn't mean it. It was just... I felt so angry, hurt, jealous,... If it's up to me then nobody could keep you away from me."

Harry carefully takes some distance so he can look into Louis' eyes, his beautiful teary eyes.

"Do you think your lip would hurt even more when I kiss you again?" Harry whispers, eyes glued to Louis' lips.

"Please tell me we are about to test that out." Louis whispers back.

"We're about to test that out." Harry is leaning in closer, breath tickling Louis' lips. The older boy can't wait anymore, getting so impatient. He grabs the back of Harry's neck and kisses him passionately, his hand tangling into his curls as their tongues play a love game.

"We've got a lot to talk about, baby." Louis whispers between their kiss. "But now I just need you to know that you are mine and trust me."

"I'm yours, I trust you, I love you."