Anonymous •Larry Stylinson• (Boyxboy) //ON HOLD //

Chapter 24.

Louis' POV.

"Z-Zayn.." I whispered
as I stared wide-eyed at him.
"What are you doing here faggot" Zayn spat at me pushing Harry from his way, but Harry grabbed his arm in a manner to stop him.
"Zayn, not now" Harry pressed. Zayn reached to me and grabbed me by my shirt collar.
"Get out of here, fag" Zayn said pushing me out of Harry's house and shutting the door in my face. I fell on the rough pavement of the street from Zayn's push. I stayed on the floor for a couple of moments waiting for Harry.
Harry.Harry. Harry.
I was waiting for him to open the door to let me in and kick Zayn's ass. At least to let me in. But I waited and waited and he never opened the door. In fact , I heard Harry laugh, and he sounded happy. Happier than he ever was with me. I can't blame him though, I would replace me if I was him.

I felt my chest tighten and my eyes tear from the thought of me being replaced by Zayn. Slowly, tears were streaming down my face. My face that went numb. My heart ached with every beat. My feet got weaker with every step I tried taking. Harry's perfect. That gorgeous hair , beautiful eyes , that million dollar smile, and that caring personality. How would someone like him even look at someone like me .

'I feel home around Harry'
Is what I kept thinking of. I don't know why or how but Harry gives me a feeling that I haven't felt since a really long time.
And that feeling is home.

I arrived back home, but I didn't feel like going in so I just sat next to my door. What now. I want someone to hug me and tell me everything's going to be alright, or someone who will give me advice. I don't know whom to go to or whom to trust. I felt lost.
Lost.Lost.Lost.Lost.

And suddenly a light bulb went flashing in my brain(metaphor).
" Harry was the school's jock"
I remembered what Hayes told me , and it ALL made sense now.
" He didn't care that much when Zayn harassed other people"
What if Harry was just pranking me ? What if the a sweet things Harry told me were just lies? What if I'm being the school's
joke again?

But why, why would someone do such a devilish thing. My mind kept repeating one thing.
Why?Why?Why?

While on the other side, I remembered how Harry looked at me fondly and lovingly. It's almost impossible to control your looks to that range. You can't force your eyes to sparkle or force your tears to fall. And that's what kept me confused.
He looked at me lovingly..
But he treated me like crap.
He kissed me softly..
But he let Zayn push me.

I felt confused.
Confused.Confused.Confused.

And that eventually caused me to cry even more. I hugged my legs to my chest and cried. I can hear my heartbeats in my ear. My eyes stinging from the amount of tears I shed and still shedding.
'He meant so much to me'
I kept mumbling to myself as I shivered feeling my body get colder and colder. Hayes was my boyfriend, and he never really did anything except hold my hands. But Harry was different. He kissed me , and treated me like I'm the most valuable thing on earth yet the most cheap.
'Im not even his'
I suddenly remembered. Maybe he kissed me , but what does a kiss mean to him. Maybe he told me he loved me , but what does love represent or mean to him. Nothing ?! Anything?!

'Why do I even care do much about him.ugh'

I kept thinking and thinking and crying and shivering and thinking and thinking again. Harry's effect on me was driving me crazy.

I searched for my phone in my pocket to text anyone. Anyone. Niall.Liam. Anyone. But I didn't find my phone then I remembered that I left it at Harry's house. Just the thought of him made me break down again.

I then remembered the first time I kissed him. I did kiss him to prove I was gay, and I did kiss him because I felt something towards him too. Yea that was my first and I was supposed to be shy and shit , but I never really knew why people got shy from a kiss or believed that a kiss was valuable , only when I kissed him. When I kissed Harry.
I believe I screwed up the kiss, but he seemed to like it

"L-Louis "I suddenly hear someone say rather so softly.
"P-Paul" I sobbed even harder. Paul crouched next to me and put his arm around me.

"Look Louis ,I don't know exactly what's making you feel sad, but your a a nice person. A strong one. And whatever or however strong that storm of yours is , it's going to pass and everything's going to be alright"

That's it. That's all I needed. A friend to care. His words reached deep down in me and awakened me. I felt like heaven sent me one of its messengers to help.
"Thanks Paul , you have no idea how much I needed that" I put my arms around him and hugged him back.
"Kay I need to leave now okay? Stay safe Louis and get inside"
"Thanks again and sure" I chuckled a bit.
I didn't feel okay , but another person's presence made me feel somehow better. I still needed him though. I still wanted Harry to be here. I was still waiting.
Waiting.Waiting.Waiting.
....For.....
Harry.Harry.Harry.

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