Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

Harry wakes up the next morning in an empty bed. The right half of the bed already cold. Pillow already made.

Nick's already out and had left him. But it doesn't hurt Harry, since he is sure they were back together now or at least are gonna work on figuring it out. His plan worked. He's gonna get his man back.
He left Nick's apartment an hour after waking up with the widest grin. Sure of his victory and filled with love.

That evening, for the first time since he and Nick broke it of two weeks ago, he went out with his friends. Even though it was Louis idea to go to the pub and watch a match. Stupid football. He never really got the hang of it.
Harry has no idea who played, and he doesn't care.

He is still high on love and Nick. He changes his outfit a few times because he hopes that Nick might be there too. Since he is quite into football and it's the only pub that's screening every match.

Running into him is something Harry would not mind at all. He wants to look good, so that Nick will join them and compliment him. He wants Nick to look at him like he did last night and all the evenings when they started dating and the mornings they woke up in the same bed. He is desperate for Nick's affection, especially since he had to live without it, the hardest withdrawal he ever experienced.

Harry meets the others outside the pub.

"Omg H!" 
"You're still alive!"
"I haven't seen you in ages."
"How are you doing?"

They all started saying at the same moment.

"Guys, I missed you too. Sorry that I haven't been able to meet. But now I'm back. And soon you'll be tired of my face again."

Louis is uttlery pissed. He hoped that Harry wouldn't join them tonight. Since he didn't participate in any group activity at all. And he rarely came to the pub to watch the matches to begin with.

"Alright. We get it. You're back. Finally having time for your friends again and all. But can we go inside now? There is a game starting in a few minutes that I rather watch."

"No reason to be grumpy, Tommo. We just missed Harry. Haven't heard from him in ages."

They went inside and took place in a booth. Harry having the seat with the best view.

"Can you move?"

"Why should I, Louis?"

"Because you don't care about football and I do. So move a bit."

"Only if you say please."

It was a power play between them. It wasn't a new thing.

"Oh for fucks sake."

Louis rolls his eyes and just sits down next to Harry and shoves him aside so he has enough room to sit down.

"Wow, Louis. Violence is the option you rather choose than asking nicely? Says a lot about you as a person."

"Shut up, Harry. Or wait could you please shut your mouth so I can watch the game? Since that is what I am here for. Cheers, love."

Louis grinnes at Harry. He knows how to play a game and the pet name seems to have sent Harry into shock.

It was the first time Louis used it on him. He heard him saying 'love' to nearly everyone but never to him. His shock is the reason he wasn't able to come up with a backlash, so Louis had the last word. Louis won this round.

Harry has no clue about football at all, so being the person he is he started to talk during the game. But it weren't questions to understand the game. That Louis could have excused.

"Omg Niall. Look at the bum from number 20. He's so fit."
"Liam, what is the one with men bun called?"
"This legs. Uff."
"Why did no one mentioned that the players are all hot?"
"That is the most homoerotic sport I have ever witnessed."

Before the first half was over Louis already had enough.

"Harry, shut the fuck up! You're annoying the shit out of me. Stop asking those stupid questions and making your lusting comments."

"Woah, big boy. No need to be offended. You're legs aren't that bad as well. You're jealous someone is liking their butts but no one is talking about yours?"

Harry wiggles with his eyebrows, he has no idea where that confident came from, probably it is the beers fault.

The whole booth fell into silence and eyed them.Excited to watch round two of Harry vs. Louis.

"Fortunately, my arse is none of your business."

"You wouldn't say that after I'm done with your arse."

That comment had everybody left with big eyes. Harry doesn't give up top vibes, because he isn't a top. He like to be a bottom but messing with Louis Tomlinson might make even more fun.

"Oh Harry, don't say that. Everyone knows you're the one who likes to get fucked."

And that was just too much. Harry never made a secret out of his sexuality or sex life but having Louis spurt it out in a pub was too much.

"You know what, Louis? Fuck you. At least I have someone that likes me and wants to fuck me for free."

Louis lost his virginity to a female hooker on his 18. birthday party, because his mates thought it would be time for him to sleep with a woman. He admitted that in a game of truth or dare a few months ago. Harry knew it was a shit thing to say as well but he felt as if it was his right after the one Louis said.

"You sure about that? I think I saw you're 'boyfriend' sitting in that hipster Italian restaurant with another boy-toy on my way here. Maybe you shouldn't be that secure someone wants to fuck you."

Okay that clearly had to be a joke. Nick wouldn't be out on a date, not after last night. And clearly not in the Italian restaurant they went to for their first date.

Harry's mouth was left open and his eyes filled with tears.

"Take it back."

He whispered.
Niall interfered before Louis could make anything worse.

"H... He's right... We saw Nick as well... But we didn't want to say anything. Maybe it's his brother or something?''

"Oh Niall. For fucks sake, be honest with Harry. We all know he doesn't have a brother or any male family our age. Looked a lot like a date to me."

"Liam... Did you see them too? Be honest..please."

Liam just nods slightly. 

Harry left the pub without saying anything, ran to the restaurant right in time to see Nick putting his hand on top of the other men's one and smiling widely at him.

Harry stormes inside. Not caring who might see him. Rain dropping from his coat onto the floor.

"You little shit! You fucking bastard! I hate you so much! I thought we were back together and here you are! Screw you Nick. You didn't deserve my love. Fuck you! Never ever text me again! I am so uttelry done with you and your fucking bullshit! "

He doesn't wait for Nick to say anything but he still hears him saying "I am so sorry for him. He's my ex, we broke it off a few weeks ago." to his date.

Outside the restaurant he runs into Niall's arms. Niall must have followed him to the restaurant.

"Harry... What happend? Why is Nick on a date? Is he cheating on you ? I swear to god- I'll kill him."

Harry just cries into Niall's shoulder.
And Niall understand without Harry having anything to say.

"Okay, come on. I'll take you back to the dorm."

They walk in silence, Harry still searching for a way to tell the story and Niall patiently waiting for Harry to find his voice.