Bury my Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14: Conflicted

A.N: Hey, sorry guys about not posting lately. I've just been busy lately with ACT stuff and preparing and all that jazz. Hopefully you'll enjoy this short-ish chapter, and I hope that this isn't too slow. If you have any comments to make, please make them. I'd love to hear your thoughts whether they be critiques or praises :)

The day had been long, but Harry had somehow lived through it even with Louis’ constant teasing. The annoyance that had built inside him was tremendous but he learned to deal with it, shouting wasn’t something he normally did and didn’t plan on starting the habit. Harry sighed deeply as the warm water from the shower head sprinkled onto his body with grace; he ran his wet fingers through his damp hair.

            “I’m going to kill him . . .” he muttered and licked his lips even though they were already wet. He had developed a habit biting at his lips that would sometimes lead them to bleed if he chewed at them enough and flinched when he heard the door open.

            “Just using the potty.” It was Louis. Harry’s eyes expanded with disbelief and hoped that Louis didn’t have x-ray vision right now, which would be extremely embarrassing. He wouldn’t know how to live with himself if Louis saw him naked, he wasn’t comfortable with his body at all and someone witnessing it would just make him die.

            “Be quick.” Harry lightly squeaked as he felt his heart race. This situation just wasn’t plausible; it couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t be happening.

            “Oh, I’ll just take my time then.” Louis smirked and a minute passed before he washed his hands still adding agony onto the time. He glanced to the shower curtain noticing how quiet Harry had gotten and parted his lips to speak but instead shut off the water, dried his hands then left the room. These conflictions stirring around in the pit of his stomach was becoming a hassle and the confusion set in his eyes as he glanced to the bathroom door that he shut. Louis thought to himself that maybe it wasn’t just the lust to tease poor Harry anymore out of boredom, it might have been the possibility that he wanted to see those brows furrow Harry thought too much. Or when his bright green eyes would so easily show Louis the emotions that Harry felt, the frustration and confusion he saw in those eyes sparked an interest inside him the first day he met Harry. Maybe this interest thing was becoming more than what it appeared.

            “Harry—oh, it’s you Louis. What a pleasant surprise.” Anne snapped Louis from his thoughts and he looked at her noticing the similarities between her and Harry. Would Harry look like this if he were a woman?

            “What kind of question is that . .?” he questioned himself with disbelief.

            “What was that?” Anne asked as she hadn’t quite heard him and took a step closer as if it would assist her hearing.

            “Oh, I was just saying that you have a nice bathroom.” Louis smiled and mentally ran into a wall feeling stupidity wrack his brain. There was something throwing him off, he was usually so smooth at talking . . . so why was he acting like an impaired idiot?

            “Oh thank you, we redid the room a few months ago. I had been thinking if it was a mistake but I suppose not, so how are you holding up?” Anne questioned with an expression in her eyes that Louis couldn’t quite place.

            “Oh I’m doing alright, surrounded by my sisters is beginning to drive me up the wall but I’m alright.” He waved his hand to dismiss it.

            “Oh well you know how siblings are – Harry!” Anne called when she saw her son trying to tip-toe past them and grabbed his arm to pull him into the conversation.

            “Hi mum.” Harry spoke with disappointment evident in his voice and looked over to Louis, although that changed when he wanted to take a step back when he saw the look on his face. It was weird, he was smiling but it was the most subtle thing he has seen. Usually, Louis was a smirking mess or a grinning idiot.

            “What’s for dinner?” Louis suddenly asked to disguise the rumbling in his stomach.

            “Oh, we’re actually going out to eat. You don’t mind, do you?” She wanted to be reassured that her guest would be comfortable as he seemed to be a friend of Harry’s, even if they mostly had a hateful relationship. She still saw the potential.

            “I don’t mind at all, as long as I get food I should be alright,” Louis reassured as his eyes glided to rove over Harry’s body. It was a surprise and he cleared his throat to excuse himself from embarrassing himself any further. “Well I should go bother my sisters.”

            “He’s weird.” Harry muttered as his opinion of the Tomlinson boy hadn’t changed, much.

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            Shane was going through her belongings as she was looking for something in particular. It was Christmas Eve and she was looking forward to spending Christmas with her newly acquired friend, Zayn. He was a quiet fellow who seemed to always be wearing leather, but that was alright.

            “Shane?” Zayn asked as he deterred her from her findings.

            “What is it?” Shane looked up from her spot on the floor and smiled when she noticed Zayn’s hair was messier than normal. Usually he was so uptight about keeping his hair neat and fashioned into a quiff, it was just yesterday that he wanted to go out and they happened to pass by a hair salon. Zayn waltzed on inside and Shane followed, and the rest was history. His hair was shorter now; it gave him a more innocent appearance rather than that bad boy look he wore so deliciously.

            “I wasn’t being nosy or anything, but I sort of found a gun . . .” his eyes glanced around the room as he felt nervous. He hasn’t ever seen a gun face to face and when he was going through the drawers he just happened to find a gun.

            “It’s a water gun.” Shane easily slipped the lie past her lips and smiled to Zayn brightly. “But it’s dysfunctional, I can remove it from the room if you’d like.”

            “Oh . . . that’s all it was,” Zayn felt relief lighten the air from his lungs and chuckled feeling a bit silly. Shane didn’t seem like the type of person to own something so deadly; she probably couldn’t even kill an insect. “No it’s alright; I’ll just leave it alone.”

            “If you say so.” Shane went back to going through a box but stopped and looked back over to Zayn who still stood there looking awkward as ever.

            “I was wondering . . .” he started as he ran his hand down his neck and felt his cheeks warm up greatly. “Since it’s the eve of Christmas . . . maybe we could go out to eat? My treat?”

            Shane stared at Zayn for a long time before she brightened greatly. “Are you sure? Of course! That would be so much fun!”

            “Uh yeah, so that’s a yes?” he almost needed reassurance as he couldn’t quite believe that he had just asked someone out to dinner, especially someone like Shane. The more he looked at her, the more quirks he found and her hair was the biggest of all.

            “Yeah, so when would you like to get going?” Shane asked as she was slowly getting tired, not physically but mentally. She has had Zayn staying with her for a few days now and they have been fun, but she had to always hide things from him. All these secrets were exhausting, but if she wanted to keep up all of this she would need to tell a few white lies here an there.