Fools Gold - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 8

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Louis' POV

I watched Harry sleep peacefully beside me with my head on the pillow. I was so incredibly memorized by his delicate facial features. He had the absolute cutest nose and eye lashes and fuck, I think I may just be more in love with him than I was ten minutes ago. His breaths were soft and even and the sound of them was soothing.

My eyes then drifted to his lips, swollen from when he had roughly snogged me a couple minutes ago. They were a beautiful shade of pink and I kissed them lightly before slowly getting out of bed.

What I wanted nothing more was to be able to stay with him until morning. To be able to wake up to a sunny room with a beautiful boy next to my side. For that boy to embrace me, cuddle me and tell me that he loves me and to kiss me good morning.

But I couldn't have that.

So, I left the bed, immediately feeling cold without Harry's body pressed against mine. I sighed as I looked at his body once last time. He began to stir a bit and reached out- most likely searching for me. Then from his mouth came the most adorable little noise. It was a little mix between a hum and a squeal and I needed to leave before my heart bursted with fond.

Due to the time (which was 12:45 according to the clock at the side of the bed), finding all my clothes was almost impossible. I felt around for them and first found my boxers at the foot of the bed. The rest of my clothes weren't far from them. I slid everything on before finding the bedroom door in the dimly lit room. I opened the door ever so slowly so I wouldn't wake the sleeping beauty that was Harry Styles. I stepped out into the hall which was dark as well.

Then I let the tears fall. Harry would remember none of it in the morning, as he was incredibly drunk when he had blown me. We were nowhere closer to being boyfriends. Harry still thought of everything as a mistake, my heart was still fucked up, and I was still deeply infatuated with him.

I didn't cry as much as I did last time when we did this. I can feel myself becoming more numb to everything in my pathetic life. Things were becoming worse and worse and now it was only a matter of time until my heart fails completely and until Harry finds out what we've been doing.

With those thoughts flying around in my head, I struggled to walk down the staircase that lead downstairs due to the darkness. I jumped in shock when I heard a couple I assumed, begin to climb the staircase. When I began to make out their faces, I saw Josh carrying Niall up the stairs with Niall's tongue in Josh's ear. Josh was giggling as Niall continued to coat hi boyfriends ear with his own saliva. Niall was, by the crazed look on his face, drunk. He didn't turn 18 until September of next year so he's underage. Nobody seems to care about the legal drinking age at the school though; I've heard some sophomores have gotten drunk a couple times. They continued upstairs but Josh tripped over the last step, and they toppled over with Josh on top of the blondie. They began to snog sloppily and for the sake of my innocent eyes (which weren't so innocent anymore- I've seen Harry's cock) I decided to continue my way downstairs.

I reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs when I heard a voice over the booming music call my name.

"Louis!" Zayn called, waving his arms in the air so I could see him on the other side of the room. My eyes locked with his so he knew I saw him, and he began pushing through the pool of sweaty bodies over to me.

"Where were you? I've been looking everywhere!" He said when he had reached my place on the floor.

"I was looking for you too, I looked all over down here and when I couldn't find you I went upstairs to look for you. I couldn't find you there either," I explained myself, not mentioning anything about what happened with Harry.

"I'm sorry Louis, I saw Liam on the other side of the house and I thought you were right behind me as I ran to him. But when we started talking and I didn't see you I got really scared," Zayn rambled as he hugged me. I could tell by his pounding heart that he really was scared for me and that comforted me. Zayn cared.

We stood there hugging for a couple seconds before Zayn suggested we go home. It was one in the morning, my mom was probably worried and I needed to take my medicine.

Me and Zayn walked toward the exit of Niall's house. Niall had a lot to clean up before his parents got back from their trip to Dublin on Monday. They were visiting family and Niall's brother at uni and insisted Niall stay home for exams. From what I could tell, Niall would be spending his weekend cleaning semen and beer off of all the beds and couches in his house. I silently wished him good luck.

Zayn guided me with his hand on my back out of the house and into the cold Doncaster air. There were snow flurries in the air and a very light dusting of snow on the pavement, probably not even an inch. Even so, I was excited. I've always loved snow.

"Snow!" I exclaimed and smiled lightly. Zayn chuckled softly at my enthusiasm. After the initial excitement of the snow, I wrapped my arms around myself because the air didn't feel like it was more than freezing. We walked through the street to Zayn's car. When we were inside the car that was only slightly warmer than the air outside, Zayn turned on the light at the top to make sure he still had all of the belongings he came with, as he didn't trust anyone at our school really.

"So Louis what did you- holy shit what happened to your neck and collar bones ?" Zayn gasped, reaching out for me.

"What?" I said in panic, because I don't remember anything happening to them.

"They're red? And bruised?" Zayn said "Louis, what happened?"

And then I remembered.

Harry. Harry had created those bruises when he blew me. Memories of him sucking, licking, and biting my skin flooded my mind. I remembered how I whimpered beneath him, his little nips and kitten licks on my skin causing goosebumps to appear all over my body.

"Louis?" Zayn asked as if I had been zoned out for a few seconds.

"Harry" murmured. "Harry gave me them."

"What do you mean? Did Harry hit you? I swear to god-"

"No Zayn it wasn't like that! While I was looking for you upstairs I found Harry instead. He started kissing my neck and I didn't have it in me to stop him. I needed him, and I know I probably just fucked my life up even more now but I needed to have him close, breathe him and touch him. It was so dumb of me I know. But I need him," I said softly, my voice cracking on 'I need him'.

"Oh Louis," Zayn sighed and hugged me. We stayed like that for a while before Zayn pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"I understand you Louis, I really do. I probably would have done the same thing. I'm just worried for you. And I don't know what I would do if one day Harry managed to really extremely hurt you. Doing this stuff with him while he's drunk isn't safe for you. I know he can be tempting, and I also know how much you love him but please Louis, be careful," Zayn finished with his eyes still on me.

"I know Zayn," I signed and looked down at my feet and buckled my seatbelt, which was my way of saying this conversation is over. Zayn kept his eyes on me for a couple seconds after as if there was something he wanted to say but didn't before starting the car, and turning on the much needed heat.

A couple minutes later he arrived at my house, dropping me off in the front. There was a light on inside downstairs which my mom probably left on for me. I waved. Goodbye to Zayn before disappearing into my house and heard him drive off to his own house.