Hand in hand (larry stylinson

Chapter Five

This picture has fucked me up on so many levels!!!
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It's been 4 days since I've last seen Harry. He didn't show up to school, which I'm surprised his mom even let him. I'm not sure how he even managed to make her let him get tattoos. And how can a 16 year old in America get this many tattoos ? Is it even legal. Americans are weird.

Right now me and Niall and Liam and the bitchass Zayn (I'm still pissed at him because he made me go to that party at that sinfully late hour. So I decided that being friends with Niall is better. Niall doesn't make me go to parties late at night. And Niall smells like cheese. I like cheese. So I like Niall) are jogging around the park. Liam had this brilliant idea that we need to exercise because he thinks and I'm quoting "we are lazy ass pigs who like to sit on their arses all day drinking sodas and watching tv without any real goal in our life"

So of course he forces us to change into training outfits. I stuck to my black, read, and white basketball shorts. With a white and black baseball tee. Basically what I was wearing but with a SnapBack on my head.

I'm panting as we run. I don't run. Liam should know this. It's been 5 minutes and I'm gonna die. How does someone do this? It's impossible.

"Guys you carry on I'll take a small break and join you" I shouted at them because they were so far ahead in front of me and Zayn was basically lying on the grass.

"Come on Tommo no time for quitters" Liam shouted back and Niall was laughing.

"SHUT THE FOOK UP PAYNO IM TAKING MY REST" I snapped and went to sit on one of the benches. I'm so tired that I didn't see someone laying down until I sat down and heard a lot grunt.

"Mmph" the person beneath me let out.

I jumped and fell on my arse on the sidewalk "What the fuck"

"Louis?" Said the person and that voice I recognize anywhere.

"Harold" I replied.

"It's Harry" he snapped.

"No. I don't think so, now would you kindly scoot a bit I want to sit"

"Why should I ?" He smirked. The fucker smirked.

"Because I said so" I challenged.

He sighed "Fine, Mom" and scooted a bit. I have him the big ol' number one aka the fuck you.

"So Harold, what you doing here on this fine evening?" I started.

"What do you think?" He lifted his beer bottle.

"The fuck you doing drinking out here when you are underage" I snapped as I snatched the bottle out of his hand and maybe took a swig from it.

"Hey! That's mine get your own" he tried to reach for it.

"Your an underage boy drinking in public." I reasoned.

"And...?" He pressed while dragging out the word.

"If a police officer saw you. You are going to jail"

"No. Now give me back my beer" he snatched it back from me. So doing the only reasonable thing I tried to snatch it back which ended in us wrestling on a bench in the middle of the park.

"Aye Tommo you done here?" Liam shouted but if sounded like he isn't far away.

"Liam help" I shouted back as Harry stood up and raised his hand so the bottle was far away from me and me being short didn't help either.

"Give. It. Back. Harold. Right. Now" I said while I tried jumping to reach for it.

"Nope" he smirked. The frog looking piece of shit smirked.

"What are you doing, Louis?" Liam questioned as soon as he was near me.

"I'm trying to take the bottle from him because he is only 16 but he won't listen to me Leeyum" I pouted.

"Goddamit Tommo let the boy do what he wants." Liam shrugged

"But Liam what if he goes to jail huh?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Then he goes to jail and learn from his mistakes"

"OH MY GOD. LIAM JAMES PAYNE IS OKAY WITH SOMETHING ILLEGAL. MARK YOUR CALENDARS THIS IS HISTORY BEING MADE RIGHT HERE" I shouted just to get the piss out of him.

"Louis, why are you giving my boyfriend such a hard time?" Zayn asked as he slung his arm over Liam

"Am not. Now back to the real problem. Harry. Hand it over" I pointed at the bottle.

"Fine, mom" he huffed and gave it to me.

"Good boy" I patted his hair and I defiantly didn't have to stand on my tip toes to get it.

"Now Liam, Zayn as much as I love you guys would you please give me some alone time with our young Harold?" I said in a sweet voice.

Zayn shrugged and pulled Liam along "come on babe time for my daily kisses" and with that they left.

"Sit" I order and surprisingly he obliged "why are you drinking in the middle of the day?"

"Because I wanted to?" He said

"Uhm no. What's bothering you harry? You know you can tell me anything. We used to be best friends for fucks sake. And now you act like we are strangers"

"Well. People change Louis, I haven't heard from you for two years so stop pretending that we are friends" he scoffed.

"Then why don't we become friends again?" I pressed.

"Maybe I don't want to" he shoot back quickly.

"What if you do?" I pushed further.

"Well, I don't" he snapped and now I know that this is what he does when he feels cornered "now goodbye Lewis" he smirked and then walked away.

I just started at him for a long time before sighing and going back to my friends where I had to drag Zayn away from Liam and drag Niall off the floor. Nice patch of friends I've got there.

(A/n) this is by far the worse chapter EVER! I'm so sorry about this but I had to update and I have this huge writer's block. So sorry guys.

-Saraxx