Boundless •L.S•

Larry Stylinson|26

Louis stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him.

Anger surged through Louis' veins, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path.

The room seemed to fade away as Louis' focus narrowed solely on the sight of Harry's bruised arm, the younger lads fists clenched, and his body trembled with a mixture of fear and rage.

Henry, not having noticed Louis yet, continued to unleash his fury upon Harry, his grip tightening and words taunting. Each word struck with the force of a thousand hurricanes, leaving Harry more vulnerable than Louis would have imagined to ever see him. The sound of Henry's vicious words echoed through the room, a painful symphony that only fueled Louis' growing fury.

With every word, sentence, Louis felt his anger intensify, a tempest brewing within him. He could no longer remain a passive observer; the room suddenly erupted in a torrent of emotions, and Louis sprang into action.

His trembling legs carried him forward, his steps heavy with determination. His voice, usually calm and gentle, erupted into a thunderous roar as he shouted, "Get away from him!"

Henry paused, his eyes widening in surprise at Louis' sudden outburst. For a moment, silence filled the room, allowing Louis to close the distance between them, gently pushing Harry behind him in a protective manner.

The atmosphere was charged with an energy that crackled in the air, the tension palpable.

Louis' gaze locked onto Mark's, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and protectiveness. He could feel himself shaking, but it was not out of fear. It was the raw power of his anger.

"You have no right to touch him," Louis growled, his voice laced with venom. "No, right." He repeats his tone deadly.

"I suggest that you leave before I call the police." Stoic.

Henry, with a final glance at Harry, he turned and walked away, his presence fading into the distance.

After a moment of silence, with only the two lads' breaths being heard, Louis turns to Harry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice laced with worry.

Harry looks shaken up, his face tear stained, but he's not crying. He's staring ahead blankly.

And somehow, Harry being so quiet worries Louis more than he would if he did cry.

"Let's go inside." Louis says softly, his hand wrapping around Harry's waist, leading him into the house.

The younger one just nods weakly, as they get inside and Louis closes the door, he takes a quick glance at Harry and locks the door, perhaps that would make the lad feel at least a little safer.

When they get into the living room, both of them just stay quiet.

Louis doesn't know what to say or do. He knows that however much he tries to understand how Harry feels, he will never understand exactly.

He can somehow connect the dots between Harry's everyday behaviour and his past, and somehow that makes him want to see the real Harry- behind the curtains - even more.

"How long has this been going on for."

It takes a second for Harry to reply, but he does, "A while, " he takes a deep breath. "First time I have actually seen him in years."

"Don't you have security, that shouldn't have happened at all -"

"I know, Louis, but he's - he's a snake, of course he would, I - " he pauses once again before looking at Louis, hopelessness clear in his eyes, "I'm scared." He admits quietly.

"That won't happen again." Louis has no idea where the determination comes from, but the way Harry looks at him so trustingly, so young, for a second is all the confirmation Louis needs to know that he meant what he said.

. . . . .

Louis has been spending the week between work and Lea's house.

He'd like to put a dot on the end of that sentence, but that's just gonna be lying because while he has been spending the week between work and Leas house he has been spending a fair bit of time going out with Harry.

They almost spend all day together, which I'd enough for Lea, Niall, and Liam to tease him- Zayn too, sometimes.

Which, it is kinda bittersweet since he kinda doesn't care, but at the same time, he kinda does.

Yeah...

But the point is that he and Harry had been spending more time together, and it's safe to say that Louis has grown a little bit fond of the curly haired lad.

Mind blowing, exactly.

And maybe just maybe Louis Tomlinson was at Harry Styles' house - again - and maybe Louis just made a joke that undeniably made Harry Styles laugh.

The news that the two of them could be possibly dating had spread fast, and even though obvious the boys hadn't confirmed anything yet, but that seemingly didn't stop fans from going wild.

Larry Stylinson is a thing, and fanfics are also a thing that leads to Harry and Louis being bundled up in a blanket as they take turns into reading chapters, Louis once in a while throwing a comment or two.

"You really don't know me at all."

"Yeah, that's what I have desperately been trying to tell you all this time, but you never believe me!" Louis says dramatically before rolling his eyes and going back into reading the fanfiction.

"Would you actually live there?" Harry says quietly as he keeps his eyes trained on Louis phone but not really reading.

"Hm? On that island?" Louis asks, to which Harry just quietly nods. Louis thinks about his answer. "I think, if I actually fell in love with the place as described, then I probably would, but at the same time, I don't really think so."

Harry hums at Louis words as he nods, "Yeah, I think so too, I would probably like to go there to escape, though. I would do that..."

"Don't we all, though?"

It didn't take time for Harry to glance up at Louis and hum, "We do."

"But I still can't believe these fans. They are so creative."

"I love them." Harry says with the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, me too." Louis smiles even wider.