Reasons to be a Nerd: a Larry Stylinson AU fic

Chapter 8

A/N: WHOA SUPER FAST UPDATE. So it's 12:30 AM right now, but I just wrote for an hour straight and was way too impatient to wait till a decent hour to post this. I'm posting from my iPod right now, so there won't be any bold or italics until I fix it tomorrow since you can only do those from a computer. Sorry if there's random /'s around words -I type them to indicate italics when I writ on my iPod and fix them later. Like i said, I'll fix everything tomorrow! (It's fixed now. Haha) Until then, please enjoy this non-proofread eighth chapter :p

Oh, and fair warning- there's a good amount of colorful language in this chapter. Sorry. :p

Love y'all! Sorry about the feels xD -1Dtimetraveler xx

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(Harry's POV)

I am so fucking screwed.

There's a mix of a couple people's shocked eyes following me and much more people asking each other what's happened as I suddenly snap out of it and sprint through the crowd, shoving through. I don't care who I knock over and ignore the angry yell of some guy whose drink I splash on his shirt.

Then I'm outside and my feet pound the pavement for ten more feet until I reach my car. No one's out front, thank God. My hands shake and it takes four or five tries to start the car, but I get it and the tires screech as I floor it and get the hell out of there.

My head pounds and my foot's flat against the floor. What in the name of God have I gotten myself into? I feel like I'm underneath the shadow of an avalanche that's right overhead. It takes a second to realize that the sudden scream I hear is my own frustrated one, and I clamp my lips tightly shut.

No.

With the back of my hand I viciously rub at my mouth.

My damn MOUTH. What was I THINKING? I swear to God I've ruined everything.

I have worked SO fucking hard to build and maintain this image and I literally just kissed a boy in the middle of a banging party. In. Front. Of. Everyone.

I just kissed a goddamn guy.

I just...kissed Louis Tomlinson...

Who didn't kiss back. And then ran away. I just ruined everything. I ruined my image. I ruined my reputation. I ruined mine and Lou's friendship.

Then my phone buzzes.

The tires screech as I slam on the brakes and swerve to a halt on the shoulder.

I make a mad scramble to dig my phone out of my pocket with still-shaking hands. I nearly scream when I see

1 New Message

From: Lou. x

My fingers scramble across the screen and tap wildly until it registers and opens the message. My teeth are about to bite straight through my lip and it takes a second to read the message...then reread it...

From: Lou. x

I dont know what that was and i dont care just leave me the fuck alone.

I whip the phone into the backseat and bury my head in my hands.

Then I burst into tears and just plain lose it.

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(Louis' POV)

My head hurts when I wake up Saturday morning, and my eyes burn.

I wish I could pull the "can't-remember-what-happened-last-night-oh-well" card. But I can't. I remember everything.

I rub the heels of my hands hard against my eyes. I'm so done.