Stuck - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 10

"Later on if it turns to chaos,

hurricane coming all around us"

Louis' POV

"So Louis how have you been since last time we spoke?" Ms. Grimes asked and I sighed. Therapy was really the worst thing in life, especially when you had it with Ms. Grimes. She was an awful lady in her early fifties. Her hair had once been brown but was now more grayish.

"I've been fine." I muttered and Miss Grimes gasped. Then I realized that I had talked to her. Shit! I haven't spoken a word to her since that happened and I didn't think it would ever change. But oh well.

"You're talking!" she nearly screamed in her annoying voice.

"Obviously." I answered and rolled my eyes.

"Good, so let's get started with today’s session."

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I had started to talk to people at the home more and more but not with any other people in my age except Harry. I mostly talked to Harry, my teachers, some nurses and Ms. Grimes. It was Friday afternoon which meant; weekend. And weekends were good. No press and no stress. Because there wasn't school or any therapy session. It was great and I planned on spending my day under the oak but Niall had other ideas.

"Louis come and play some football with us!" he screamed and I shook my head and sat down by the tree. "C'mon it'll be fun!"

They kept screaming on me to play with them and Harry was nowhere to be seen. I didn't like Niall and not Zayn or Liam either so I had nothing to do with them.

"C'mon we can't play with just three players, that's an uneven number!" no shit Sherlock, of course three is an uneven number. I rolled my eyes at them and tried instead to read my book and it worked...for a while. When I had read a few pages and Niall and his friends hadn't bugged me anymore one of them screamed and seconds later something hit me straight in the head. My head crashed into the tree and I dropped my book. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the throbbing that had started in my head. I heard footsteps rushing over and I opened my eyes. Some feet away there was a football. I heard the voices of people but I couldn't and didn't want to make out what they said so I stood up and walked inside where I was almost knocked over by Harry. It was a good thing he grabbed me. Well not like that, he grabbed my arm. 'Cause if he hadn't I would probably have fallen. I was slightly light headed from the injury and I felt dizzy.

Harry's lips moved as if he said something but it just sounded blur and I saw dark spots appear every here and there. I knew what this meant. I carefully sat down on the ground and held a finger up to Harry as if to tell him to wait.

His mouth was moving none stop and I closed my eyes and waited for a while. "...what are you even doing one the floor? C'mon Louis tell me. What's wrong? What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Oh god, you're hurt aren't you? Oh my god. What will I do?..." I opened my eyes and Harry stood blabbering above me.

"I'm fine Harry, just a bit dizzy that's all." I said and he helped me up to my feet.

"Are you sure? Are you hurt?" he asked and I shook my head.

"Not more than a headache."

"What happened?" he asked and I sighed, of course he wanted to know.

"Someone shot a ball in my head." and then he started to laugh. I just told him a got hit by a ball and he's laughing after he saw me almost faint. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry just a bit of boring morning humor." he answered making me confused.

"It's afternoon."

"They say so, so what should we do?" he asked with a cheeky smile. I shrugged my shoulders and Zayn came running in.

"I'm so sorry Louis! I wasn't aiming and it just went wrong." he explained and Harry glared at him. What was up with Harry, first he worries to death then he laughs his ass of and now he's glaring at his friend. Bipolar much?

"Don't worry." I muttered and Zayn smiled at me.

"I'm Zayn, I don't think we've introduced before." he said and held out a hand I took it hesitantly.

"Louis." I said slowly and shook his hand. We let go and he went back to his other friends while Harry still glared at the place Zayn had stood.

"What's wrong Harry?" I asked and he turned and glared at me instead. I took a step back and Harry sighed deeply.

"It was Zayn who shot you?" he said or maybe he asked, I'm not entirely sure. I nodded at him and he took a step closer me and I took another back. I didn't like to have people close to me all the time, with Harry it was alright but right now I wanted space. "Why are you backing away from me?"

I took another step back at the harshness in his voice, I've never seen Harry angry and this didn't make sense.

"I..." what could I answer? 'I don't want you close right now?' nah 'You seem to be angry so cool off before you get too close to me.' no not that either.

"Why aren't you answering me?!" Harry growled and I raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you mad?" I asked calmly and Harry took two steps closer and I backed until I felt something against my back. The wall. Well there was no escape now.

"I'm not mad." he spat and I snorted.

"Then don't act like it." at first it looked like he was about to hit me and then tears started to flow out from his eyes.

"I'm s-so sorry Louis, I-I'm really n-not mad-d at you." he sobbed and I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. Harry continued to cry on my shoulder and I was seriously starting to wonder if he was bipolar. Maybe that was why he was here.

"It's okay..." I whispered and he nodded.

"I'm just so homesick...I miss my mum and my sister." he whimpered and I thought of something to say but I couldn't form any words. "They just took me away from them Louis! It's not fair, I want to go home!"

"You will get home...just not now but you're doing great from what I see so you'll probably soon be out." I whispered.

"But what about you?" he asked and pulled away slightly so he could look at me. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess only time will tell." I said and he smiled sadly at me.

"Can we go to your room?" he asked and I nodded before we took off.