Pit box ~Larry Stylinson~

Chapter 10

Louis
I don't know how I ended up here.

Max and I are sharing a hotel room in Belgium, and without any context Max's father stormed in ten minutes ago. Jos and Max are yelling at each other in Dutch while I'm just sitting in the bathroom.

"Ik kan niet voor altijd blijven doen alsof ik je wel mag!" I hear, it's Max's voice, I don't know what he's saying, but it doesn't sound very nice. "Je bent hier wel degene die me hebt mishandeld hallo!" "Ik heb jou nog nooit in mijn hele leven mishandeld!" "Oh nee? En Italië dan hm? Toen je me gewoon achterliet op een fucking tankstation!" "Max! Genoeg! We praten hier later nog over! Ga jij nou maar zorgen dat je een keer wint!" I hear a door slam. And then I hear Max curse in Dutch.

I slowly leave the bathroom. "Um, Max, is everything okay?" Max walks with his hands in his hair trough the room, in his eyes are tears and he looks really mad. "I'm so fucking mad at him! Verdomme!" "Max, calm down a bit, okay? Can you tell me what he said?" Max sits down on his bed.

"He told me I need to try harder, and then we came on the whole parenting point, you know, I'll describe it better another time but now I'm just so fucking mad" he says. I nod understanding. "Hm yeah I get that... um... Can I help you?" Max shakes his head. "On this moment the only person who can help me is Charles..." "Then I'll call him."

11.41 PM, calling Charles.
"Hey Charles."
"Louis? Is everything alright?"
"Well, Jos came in ten minutes ago and argued with Max, he's gone now but Max's so mad and he says you're the only one who can help him."
"..."
"Charles? Are you still there?"
"I'm on my way."

Two minutes later there's a knock on the door, Max's still sitting on his bed and he's staring at nothing. I open the door. "Is he alright?" Charles asks immediately. "Well he's gazing out the whole time." Charles walks past me and walks towards Max, his arm is already around the Dutch's shoulder, and he rubs his shoulder comforting, a kiss lands on Max's temple. I excuse myself soft and walk out of the room. I'm just gonna walk 'round the hotel a bit.

Waiting for the lift Harry walks towards it too. "Hey" I say. "Oh hi" he says, he smiles at me. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "I could ask you the same." Harry laughs at that. "I was bored, so I decide to make a round, and you?" "Mhm yeah me too" I say, deciding not to tell about Max. I'm not the person to tell that.

Harry and I make together a round trough the hotel. God, I feel so comforted around him, when Harry laughs I feel butterflies flying 'round my stomach.

"You know Louis, I feel like we need to get to know each other a bit more" he says with a crooked smile. "Yeah, me too! Shall we drink something before the race?" I ask, Harry smile turns brighter and he nods. "Sounds good!" We decide we'll meet up at a small cafe in the back of the hotel at ome o'clock, two hours before the race. "I'll see you later then, Harry." "Yes, I'll see you later."

Charles
Max isn't crying, but in his eyes I can see tears. "It's okay Max, it's okay, and don't believe him. You are an amazing driver, you are amazing, and whatever Jos says, you need to remind yourself you are amazing. He doesn't deserve you, you are awesome" I say, slowly running my hand over his back.

Max doesn't say anything, we are sitting here for fifteen minutes now and he hasn't said a single word. "Max?" He looks at me, his eyes are filled with tears. He stands up and starts walking around. "Fuck, I hate him!" He says then, he kicks against the beside table of the bed and a empty glass falls on the ground and spats into pieces. Max looks shocked and immediately curses to himself in Dutch. "Shit, sorry, I'll clean it up" he says then, wanting to walk out of the room. "Hey, Maxie, wait." I grab his wrist. "Calm down a bit first, okay?" I gently pull him with me back to the bed and place him next to me. "Max, it's okay, let it out." And then he breaks.

The tears are streaming out of Max's eyes right now and he hides his head in my neck, his shoulders are shocking and he keeps repeating he's sorry. "Max, darling, it's fine, I promise." I hug him. "It's okay Max, it's just a glass, we'll clean it up, it's no big deal" I say comforting. I place a soft kiss on his hair.

"I'm so done with this shit" he mumbles. "I hate him for doing this to me." I stroke trough his hair. "I know, I know babe, and he's so wrong for treating you like this..." I say. I don't really know how to react, I never saw Max cry like this before. When Max cries it's mostly one or two tears, and then he wipes them away and forces himself to stop. But now he doesn't. The cold tears are landing in my neck, and it doesn't stop.

"Max, baby, it's really good you're crying good for once, but you have to calm down a bit" I say, when I hear his heavy and irregular breathing. Max lifts his head out of my neck. He looks at his feet and takes a few deep, shaky breaths. "Yes, really good darling, like that." Max goes on with the slowly breathing for a while.

When his breathing is regular again Max wipes the tears of his face. "Sorry" he says, his voice is still a bit high pitched. "No, no, you don't have to be sorry, it's totally okay, it's fine I promise you." Max wraps his arms around me and I hear him sight soft. "Thanks Charles" he whispers then. "It's no problem, I hope you're feeling a bit better now." Max nods. "Okay, good."

Max
The thing my father thought me was to always be perfect. Every time I made a mistake I would got some kind of speech that I needed to try harder, blah, blah, blah. And that ruined my childhood. He doesn't even know I have a relationship with Charles, 'cause that one time I told him I kissed a boy, yes, that's something I regret telling him.

"Charles?" I say then. I lean back, out of the hug, Charles looks at me. "Yes?" "I- um... I didn't told him about... um... us... yet" I say. "Oh that's totally okay Max! You don't have to tell him, it's fine, I promise you, I don't mind" he says, I sight soft from relief. "Thank you Charlie." "Hey, darling, it's no problem, I just want you to be happy" he says, he kisses me short. "Because I love you."

That was it, the first I love you...

Then Charles notice what he said. "Oh shit, um, sorry, you don't have to say it back" he laughs nervously. Charles clears his throat awkwardly. "I- um- gonna head to the pit- um- I needed to do something." He stands up and almost trips over a suitcase. I chuckle soft. "Um, yeah, see you later Max" he says. "See you later babe."

Let's all just say we hate Jos okay? Thank you XD