Wings (Larry) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Any particular kinks you guys want in the smut? And it's going to be Harry!top guys he got more votes. whooooeoeoeoeo i'll probably having like rimming or something because mmm rimming. 

this was really quick becuz i wanted to update so sorry,

Chapter 8

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"You have to apologize, Harry," Niall pleaded again.

"Why?! He's the one who almost killed us! And look what he did!" Harry exclaimed as he and Zayn moved the couch back into it's original place. Niall couldn't help due to his injury on his leg (and Zayn wouldn't let him, anyway) but he could limp around and pick up small things

The bleeding on Zayn's head wasn't anything harsh; it'd stopped in less than two minutes, but Niall was still wary.

"It wasn't his fault, mate. You know that. Just apologize. We need him here," Zayn said, dropping his end of the couch and crossing his arms. Harry grumbled and pushed his end back own his own.

"We don't need him. You guys just want him. And for your own selfish needs at that," Harry spat out. Zayn and Niall stared at him in shock before Niall spoke up.

"You know that's not true, Harry. He's a lot safer here than with them. And we're a lot safer with him here, whether you think that or not," he paused to pick up a piece of glass roughly the size of his palm. "And don't you want him here too, considering-"

"Don't. Don't even go there, Niall," Harry snapped at him, ignoring Zayn's glare.

Niall shrugged and held his hand's up in surrender, "I'm jus' saying, mate."

Harry didn't respond, lost in his thoughts. Why couldn't they see it his way? Louis needed to control that thing, for their sakes. And his own.

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 "Hey, Liam?" Louis asked as Liam rubbed his back in comfort. Louis had opted to pull his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them to keep them in place.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't do that," Liam responded.

"Do what?" But Louis knew what he was talking about.

"You're putting yourself down. I can tell. This isn't your fault, Louis."

"It is. Sort of," Louis fiddled with the bed sheets.

"No, it's not. You can't control it, that's not your fault."

"Do you think Harry hates me?" Louis mumbled.

Liam sighed. "I'm sure he doesn't, Louis. Just give him some time, yeah?"

"I don't want him to hate me," Louis whimpered pathetically. "Why am I like this, Liam?"

"I promise I'll explain everything to you later, Louis. Just for now, get some rest, alright?"

"I'm too sad to sleep," Louis sighed but lay down on his back anyway.

"You shouldn't feel sad, Lou, Think of it this way, there's someone in the world who's got it worse than you," Liam tried.

"Liam, that's like telling me I shouldn't be happy because someone's got it better."

They went quiet for a while, because it was true, really true, and Liam wasn't going to say it wasn't.

"And anyway, I doubt someone else has got the same problem," Louis attempted to joke.

 Liam let out a chuckle. "You're okay for now though, right?"