Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 21

Standing on the dancefloor, looking at the door is Louis. He's way too shocked to move, still feeling Harry's lips on his a tear escapes his eyes. He ruined it.

Mia sees him standing there all alone, takes him by the hand and moves them outside.

"Is there anyone I can call for you? I don't assume you want to stay here any longer after ...."

She saw it. Everyone saw it. Harry running away from him. And their kiss. They kissed.

"Niall..." He whispers under tears, handing her the phone.

"Hello is there Niall? Here is Mia, a friend of Louis. Please come and pick him up. Yeah. Great. I'll wait with him. Thanks, bye."

Waiting for Niall, Mia just holds him, letting him sob.

"You're friend is here. I put my number in your phone if you ever want to talk, I'm there for you."

"Thank you, Mia. You're the best thing that happened tonight."
He says with a sad smile.

The ride back to the dorm was silent, Niall looking over at Louis full of worry.
He grabs him by the waist as soon as they hit Niall's and Louis floor.

"You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you alone like that."

Louis just silently follows, taking place on Niall's bed and sipping from the cup of tea Niall immediately made.

"I really hate to ask since something clearly happend but... Where is Harry?"

"I don't know...."

"What do you mean? You don't know?"

"He left, like fucking Cinderella."

He nearly screams and scuffs his sclap.

Niall waits for him to get into more detail without saying a thing, feeling he just needs a bit more time.

"You remember how I said that he looked like he came straight out of a disney movie? I meant more like a prince, hopefully saving me. But nope, he did a fucking Cinderella."

"Do you want to start with what happened as soon as I left? Because I'm a bit lost here."

Louis takes a few deep breathes and a big sip of tea, eventhough it's chamomile and he hates it. But he knows it's supposed to be calming.

"Well, we drank some champagne, Nick hold his speech and at some point did Harry. He looked so fucking mesmerising on that stage, eyes filled with sparks as he went on about their research project. That was when I realized there is nothing more for me to do. I'm completely foolishly falling for him, like a school boy."

Niall can't help himself but smiles at that confession.

"Dinner came out, was great and than they started playing music. I told Harry that I'm not dancing with him, because I knew I would fuck it up. Which I did. So yeah... He danced with Mia, the woman who called you. That must've been around the time that I texted you. When I looked up I saw that Nick was moving towards Harry on the dancefloor and I just knew I had to beat him."

"You hit Nick? Wait, is this about Harry finding out about you know?"

"Hell no. Please, don't make me think of that. Let me rephrase it. I reached Harry faster and asked him to dance with me and everything went great... Till the second dance was nearly over and the strings were playing this beautiful harmony and he smiled at me like I was all that he sees and I kissed him."

"You kissed him."

"Yeah... And he kissed me back."

"He kissed you back."

"Niall can you please not repeat everything I say?"

"Sorry, have to wrap my mind around it somehow. But what happened than?I mean you guys kissed and than you're crying?"

"I got carried away in the moment after a bit..."

"So you were not only kissing but making out. At the gala. With your supervisors being there."

"NIALL. Not the point."

"Sorry I'll be quiet."

"Well as I was about to bring my tongue into the kiss it was as if something snapped in him. He pushed me away and than just ran off. And that's it. End of story."

He didn't only meant end of the night but end of their story.

"I'm so sorry. I was so sure that he also has feelings for you."

"Me too. Otherwise I wouldn't have kissed him. And hell, how fucking happy I was as he kissed me back?? Heaven. But BOOM."

"Is there anything I can do for you now?"

"Nope... I think I'm gonna wait in front of his room. Try to talk to him when he comes back. I mean he has to come back at some point it's too chill outside to spend a night..."

"You really think doing it tonight is a good idea?"

"I have to. If he doesn't want me I can get over it... But therefore I have to be honest. I'm telling him... Everything."

"I'm proud of you, Tommo."

Niall gives him a long and tight hug before he leaves his room and goes to Harry's, taking place directly in front of it so he can't miss him.

At some part in the night, around 4 o'clock Louis falls asleep, wondering where Harry is.

What Louis doesn't know is that Harry is fast asleep at Nick's.
Nick offered him the comfort he needed after that ride on the emotional rollercoaster. He hugged him tight and spooned him to sleep. Prior to that they had a much needed talk where Harry opened up to him and confessed that he came over all those months ago to tell him those magical three words but also that he is glad that he didn't.

After Harry cried for a bit he kissed Nick, trying to prove something to himself- that he is over him. There was no tingle anymore, no butterflies erupting in his stomach. Not like they were at the first kiss of the night. He falls asleep wishing it was Louis behind him.

The next morning as Harry was about to leave Nick's flat, Nick stops him.

"Would you mind giving that to Louis? I'm not sure if he wants it back, but I have no use for it."

It was a pair of black briefs, Nick only wears white ones. The sight of what Nick handed him made Harry feel sick in his stomach.

"Oh... I thought you knew... But judging by your look, you didn't."

"Don't speak to me ever again, Nick. Please, leave me alone."

"I will. Don't worry."

Harry leaves his flat and suddenly it added up in his brain.
Everything that Liam said made sense about Louis scoring a few nights back and the guy's name starting with a N. But it wasn't a Nathan or Nathaniel. It was Nick.
His Nick.
Well no longer his but still... Thinking about them fucking in the bed were he used to have sex with Nick made him physical sick and he threw up in a public litter.

Shortly before arriving at the dorm he realises.

'Niall knows. He changed the subject. Normally he would be the first one wanting to know all the details about a shag. Traitor. They all knew and no one said anything??'

He was so angry, he wanted to scream at some one. Not being ready to face Louis he makes his way to Niall's room, till he nearly trips over something or rather someone.

Louis.

Louis sitting and sleeping in front of his room. That has to be a fucking joke or faith.

Whatever, Harry will gladly take the opportunity.