Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Fourteen: Get Out.

Short update x

It was Monday and Harry was supposed to put on his boy act. His mum had noticed Harry's change of ways and talked to him, but Harry just told her he was trying to find a new him, so he wouldn't waste his life being someone he wasn't meant to be.

Walking through school was the toughest thing to do. People would stare, shocked that the preppy cheerleader was wearing baggy jeans and a random T-shirt. Two things Harry would never wear. And they were men's clothing too. It was unbelievable.

Harry just ignored the stares though, not wanting it to be made out as such a big deal.

Louis walked to him and quirked a brow. "What's that?" He looked at Harry's eyes. "Are you wearing mascara?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I put on some this morning until I remembered I wasn't supposed to so I washed it off. It feels weird not wearing makeup.."

"Well get used to it. Men don't wear makeup unless they're those dumb drag bitches. Fuckers need to find a better hobby." He heard the bell ring and grabbed the sleeve of Harry's shirt, pulling him towards the door.

"Wait, I'm gonna be late for class." Harry frowned as Louis kept walking.

"We're skipping. And don't bother saying no because we're going whether you like it or not." He said.

Harry really didn't care. Sit in class learning the different ways numbers are worked with or spend time with the man of his dreams? The second option sounded much better to Harry. He just liked acting annoyed. It was cute seeing Louis get all mad.

Louis let go of Harry when they were at his car. He got in, looking over at Harry.

Harry got in without hesitating, buckling up.

Louis backed out and Harry frowned. "You're not gonna buckle up?"

"No." Was the only thing Louis said.

"But it's safety.." Harry quirked a brow.

"It's just a thin stupid strap across your chest. Some people had accidents where the seat belt could've helped, and some people were in accidents where the seat belt made it worse. It's a 50-50. I don't give a shit anyway."

"Whatever. Get pulled over." He shrugged.

Louis chuckled, "Cops can suck my ass. Hate them."

"They help the community. Lots of people say cops are bad people but my best friend has a dad who was a cop and he died saving someone."

"Good."

"Louis, death is not something to joke about."

"Didn't say I was joking."

At that, Harry shut up, deciding to be quiet through the rest of the car trip.

Harry didn't know where they were going but Louis had been driving for a while. When Harry would ask, Louis would just tell Louis to 'shut the hell up' or 'don't make me stop the car and push you out'.
Finally, Louis ended up stopping the car near a old-like cabin. Harry looked around the wooded area.

"I'm not sure I wanna be here.." He said and frowned.

Louis didn't say anything, getting out and looking around.

Harry's grip tightened on his seat belt and he bit his lip, "Louis?" He called, looking around. He had a bad feeling in his stomach, not sure what Louis was up to.

Louis opened Harry's door. "Get out." He mumbled.