Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 19; Confusion.

He bangs on the door, making as much noise as possible, until it's finally thrown open, a raging Liam revealed. (they're friends again, all was forgiven, sort of. It took a while, but now they're back to normal, especially after Liam was responsible for saving his life after Harry happened.)

"What." He growls, Zayn standing looking sleepy behind him.

"I found him." Louis pants out, leaning against the frame. He ran here from the venue, and he has a very painful stitch in his side.

"Who?" Liam asks, confused.

"Harry." Louis says. "I fucking found Harry!"

Liam pales. Zayn squeals excitedly. "How?!"

"He was at the ball!" Louis begins as Zayn drags him into the house. (Zayn's another reason he forgave Liam, and now they're engaged and the most grossly cute couple Louis' ever seen. He was never truly mad at Liam. Harry was.) 

"Really?!" Zayn asks, clapping his hands. "Tell me everything!"

"Well, he looks really different for one. Short hair, he was in a suit. I was dancing with him, right? And I thought he sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. Anyway, uh, he kept talking about my eyes and asked what his reminded me of. I said they reminded me of someone and we talked a little, yeah? And he seemed pretty sure that I would see Harry again, which was odd, I guess, but whatever. And, then he went to leave and I was like 'wait! I never got your name!', because at this point I didn't know who he was. But then he says 'it's Jonathan. Jonathan Bell.'" Louis explains, Liam comes back into the room, handing him and Zayn tea.

"Oh my fucking God." Zayn utters breathlessly. "Really?"

"Yeah." Louis says. "I gotta find him!"

"No, you don't." Liam says.

"Oh shut it, Li." Zayn snaps. "He almost killed you, boo-hoo. You murdered his family. You kinda deserved it."

"You're the one that saved me." Liam points out.

"Yeah, and don't you forget it." Zayn shrugs. "And I don't th-"

"Shut it, you two!" Louis roars, startling them both. Zayn turns to look at him, gobsmacked. "You gotta help me find him!"

There's a knock at the door, and Liam goes over, answering it.

"Anything about him I could trace?" Zayn begins, just as Liam gasps.

"Oh, it's you." A voice deadpans, and then someone's walking into the house, pushing past a shocked Liam. "Hoped you'd been run over."

It's Harry. "Don't look so surprised, I followed you home, big deal." He shrugs, flopping down beside Louis. "Zayn."

Louis isn't convinced he's real. Truly. What the fuck.

"Harry...?" Zayn asks, just as confused as Louis.

"You dating the dickhead?" Harry asks, and Zayn nods. "He treat you well?" Zayn nods again. "Good."

"What're you doing here?" Louis ask, poking him. "Why is your hair short?" He then asks.

Harry giggles. "It's a wig. Don't look so upset."

"How did you find me?" Louis asks.

"You live in the same place, it wasn't exactly hard." Harry shrugs, sounding bored. 

Liam is standing in the doorway, looking terrified for his life. 

"Not gonna kill you, Liam." Harry singsongs. Then he turns to Louis. "You don't look happy to see me." He pouts.

"Just... Surprised, is all." Louis mumbles, and Harry narrows his eyes, jumping to his feet and grabbing Louis.

He marches them out of the house until they're sitting on Zayn and Liam's doorstep. "I'm sorry I stabbed you. I was just so angry and didn't think... And it wasn't just Zayn, either. I didn't want to kill Liam... I don't know why. I was gonna do it anyway to prove a point, but... I've regretted hurting you every day since, and that's why I stayed away. I didn't want to force myself back into your life again, not after that. But then I saw you at the ball and I couldn't resist, you know? I've seen you a few times, and I've dressed normally to make sure you didn't spot me, but I just had to do it... I had to. I wanted to see if you were alright. And, no offence, but you sounded bloody miserable without me, and I just knew that my mistake wasn't stabbing you, but it was leaving you. And I guess what I'm trying to say is mmffhhph-"

Louis cuts him off by grabbing him by the back of the head, pulling him into a kiss, finally finally pressing his lips against Harry's plump ones again, almost moaning at the heavenly sensation he's finally feeling again.

Harry's warm hands cup his face, thumb brushing against Louis' cheekbones. "I missed you, Lou." Harry whispers once he's pulled away.

"I missed you as well, Harry." Louis admits softly. "There's something about you..."

"One of a kind." Harry quotes, and Louis hits his chest lightly.

"Now I'm embarrassed to have said all that about you." He mutters, leaning against Harry's shoulder, Harry puts his arm around him.

"Don't be. It was cute. Like I was reading your diary." Harry giggles. "Um, I stopped... You know. My job. Sorta."

"Really?" Louis asks, surprised. 

"Yeah. I, uh. Decided to... Decided to try to do something with my life... Turns out I can go to community college to get some form of credential. I don't really know. It's like a special thing for adults with no qualifications to their name whatsoever."

"That's good." Louis says. "Do you still carry a knife, though?"

"Obviously." Harry scoffs. "You never know. But, like. I haven't fully stopped, just also getting those credentials, you know?"

Louis kisses him again. Harry holds his face. "Do over?" Harry asks. 

"Why?" Louis asks. "Why not just pick up where we left off?"

"With you dying on the ground?" Harry deadpans, shoving Louis lightly. 

"You know what I meant." Louis sighs. 

"Is this what dating in your late 20's is like?" Harry asks, giggling.

"If you mean shit, then yeah." Louis snorts. "But seriously. Can we? Like, just-"

"How about I take you out tomorrow. I go to your house around 7pm, and I pick you up, and I take you to a restaurant, and all going well, I take you home and you let me come in for a drink, cause you don't want the night to end. And I say no, like I know what you mean, and you say it's just drinks, and I shrug and bite my lip like I'm on fucking Disney Channel in the early 2010's, and I say yes, and I follow you in, and it's not just drinks."

Louis laughs. "I'd like that." 

Harry smiles, offering his hand and a pen. "Number and address, please."

Louis takes his hand, scrawling them onto the skin. "If this is another attempt on my life, it better be an expensive restaurant."

"Noted." Harry chuckles, smiling softly. Louis smiles back.

A/N: Not publishing chapter 20 until yeslarryprotested comments like he promised.  🙂