Dirty Secret | Larry Stylinson AU (Boyxboy)

Chapter 16

Soooo... I'm in Australia at the moment. Bless Wi-Fi! I'm able to update (whooooo!) So this is just a really short chapter. But better than none, right?

It just startles me every time how real Larry Stylinson is... Amazing time to be alive tbh. :P Enjoy my lovies xx

It's been three weeks since Zayn and Liam found him. Three weeks and they checked up on him every second day. Standing at his door with a box full of pizza or Chinese food or something different to eat. 

They told him everything that happened and every now and then Louis might ask how Harry has been. And then Zayn would frown and look down on his food whispering that Harry looks like he was just alive because he knew Louis was still alive and out there. 

And then Louis would gulp and couldn't feel something else then guilty. Because back in his mind he knew he already thought of it. Of leaving finally. Without a chance of coming back. He also knew that it was a sick thought of him and a really selfish one. Instead of facing his fears and being the strong and brave guy he wanted to be for Harry he was just weak.

But Louis had to admit since Zayn and Liam kept on checking on him he got better. He gained some weigh, his bruised faded and all you could see now are some light yellow and green shades on his back. He even got a proper haircut (Liam forced him) and he shaved (Zayn told him when he wouldn't he might look like a hobo in time and Louis really didn't want to look like a homeless guy). The two boys told him that if Harry wouldn't get his hair cut in time they could make him cute ponytails and buns and stuff (Louis laughed when they told him but all he dreamed of the following night was Harry sitting next to him with a little bun and just smiling at him). He laughed again. Not all happy (you could tell that because the crinkles under his eyes didn't appear when he laughed) but it was a beginning. 

Louis cleaned his flat (well... for him it was clean, Zayn still refuses to cook in his kitchen and Liam still refuses to use his toilet - Louis didn't give a single fuck about that) and he bought some new clothes (he ordered them online. He still didn't want to leave his flat. It wasn't the right time yet). Niall visited him often with a huge back from Nandos and enough DVDs for two weeks. And then they sat on the couch, wrapped in colorful blankets (Niall brought them) and ate the Nandos and had a movie marathon (Louis nearly slapped Niall for bringing a cheesy love story).

But all in all you could tell he got better. He healed inside and outside. He was on the best way to be Louis again. Well, kind of.

He always believed in the six degrees of separation. And he couldn't do anything against it but as he walked around town (finally out of his flat after weeks) in nothing than his jeans jacket and some wrecked chucks he started to analyze his six degrees of separation.

First he thought the worst was a broken heart. Shattered on the floor; smashed on the pavement; a thousand pieces which couldn't be put back together again.

That happened at the moment he met Harry again at Niall's party. To be completely honest, his heart was cracked before. But seeing the curly haired lad again made it explode into a million tiny pieces. Impossible to put them back together no matter how hard Louis tried. It hurt so fucking much, Louis couldn't think of a pain which could compare to the hurt of a broken heart. Days passed Louis punching the walls in his flat, throwing pillows, plates and his favorite mug on the ground, screaming and trying to get rid of the pain in his chest. He felt like Harry ripped out his heart and left him bleeding and hurt. Niall came by often this time. He was anxious Louis would do something but he refused to mention Louis bruised face (Louis begged for this about two hours). Every time he found the lad with the feathery hair running in circles, crying in pain and wishing he could feel something different then his broken heart. But that was just the beginning.