Bury my Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 16: Realizing

A.N.: HA!! Louis is beginning to have a crush! Haha! It's so funny . .and Shane. I wonder what's going on with her, ha! I already know! but this is more of a filler chapter I guess . . .but you still get to see the development of Louis' undeniable chrush for Harry. Hopefully Harry will begin to develop the same feelings . .

Harry was at the table, the kitchen filled with smells of French toast, eggs, and bacon cooking as well as the tangy smell of orange juice wafting from his glass. He looked over to the tree to see it was decorated at its base with wrapped gifts; his finger began pushing at his bottom lip as he began to play with it. He couldn’t help but get this funny sensation each time he touched his lips, it was odd and he would look around the room for a mirror to see if anything was wrong with him. When he couldn’t find one, he looked to Louis for an answer.

            “That was quite an electrical storm last night.” Anne spoke with Jay about the weather.

            “I know, it was rather surprising. I didn’t think that type of thing happened.” Jay responded as she used the spatula in her hand to lift the bacon from the pan.

            “Did you hear it last night Harry?” Anne asked as she turned her attention to her furrow browed son.

            “Huh? Oh, yeah. It was loud,” Harry spoke distractedly. “Hey Louis, is there anything wrong with my mouth?”

            “What?” Louis asked as he couldn’t help but felt that he had been caught, and rigidly turned his head to look at Harry. He attempted to keep his eyes from witnessing those pink plump lips but gave them a short glance and shook his head. “I don’t see anything wrong with them.”

            “Oh alright . . . they just have been feeling odd.” Harry muttered as he looked over to the mothers working in the kitchen. Gemma had finally joined everyone at the table with her mussed nest of hair and rubbed at her face tiredly, as if it was an attempt to wake herself in the most weak of ways.

            “Mornin’.” She mumbled with her waking lips and looked to the table as if something should be on its surface. “Isn’t breakfast finished yet?”

            “Not quite, we are cooking for more people than usual.” Anne answered with a bit scolding added to her tone. Gemma simply rolled her eyes and looked to the boys that sat across the table from her; she set her eyes on Louis and wondered what was causing him to sit so stiffly.

            “You alright, Louis?” she asked as her tired eyes scanned his face to see the tension around his eyes, there was something obviously bothering him.

            “Yeah, why would you ask? Do I look alright?” Louis rambled causing Harry and Gemma to look at him with a bit of incredulity.

            “Are you sure?” Gemma asked again, only she rephrased her words and quirked a brow at the nervous looking boy.

            “Bathroom! I need the bathroom.” Louis had immediately sat up and scampered off down the hall after leaving the room. Gemma and Harry looked at each other with questioning eyes and looked in the direction where Louis went.

            “I wonder what’s wrong with him.” Harry mumbled to Gemma, whom had shrugged her shoulders with a sigh.

            “Probably a person problem.” Gemma spoke off-handedly and got up from her seat leaving an even more confused Harry to sit alone at the table.

            “Close, too close,” Louis mused as he looked at his reflected and crossed his arms appearing quizzical. He wondered why he even did it, surely he’s kissed a man before but that was just for fun. Maybe it was the same reasoning. “No, that was too weird to be fun.”

Louis uncrossed his arms and crossed them again as a frown tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wonder what Liam or Niall could be doing; they’re probably having a blast now.”

            “You alright in there?” Harry asked as he knocked on the door and shifted his weight on each foot as he had the need to use the bathroom, but Louis was preoccupying it currently. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk all that orange juice.

            “I-I’m almost done,” Louis answered hurriedly and flushed the toilet for the affect that he had used it then turned on the sink to water his hands. After washing them he dried them off and sighed, settling himself before opening the door. “It’s all yours, hopefully you didn’t piss yourself.”

            “I think I have good control over my bladder.” Harry sassed back and Louis was a taken aback. He stared at the curly lad enter the bathroom then shut the door, there weren’t many people that had the balls to sass him back like Harry had. Louis ruffled his fingers through his hair and shook his head wondering where that came from, but decided to ignore it for now seeing as Anne was shouting about breakfast being done.

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            “I miss my friends!” Niall whined as he walked down the hall holding a bag of chips, shoving the food into his mouth.

            “Oh shut it Niall, it’s too early for your whiny ass voice.” Greg sighed frustratingly and gripped the remote in his hand. Their mother had recently left to go pick up a few family members as their car had broken down, so it was only a matter of choice to go get them to continue the party. Niall’s family couldn’t drink all the beer in the home, it wasn’t made for four people unless they wanted to get completely wasted to the point where their brains drowned in alcohol.

            “But Greg!” Niall lengthened his name with another whine but it was cut off with the chuck of a remote hitting his abdomen. He dropped the bag of chips as a result and coughed out some chips. “Greg!”

Niall was immediately over the couch and on his brother hitting at him with a pillow at first, but then clothes began to get pulled at and the wrestling began.

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Shane had been busy preparing the meal she had planned for the day as it was Christmas now. “So you’re absolutely positive that you want to spend this lovely holiday with me?” she asked with raised brows, testing to see if he was beginning to question himself.

“Of course,” Zayn had a bit of a smile and looked to see what Shane had been up to all morning. “Why do women always insist to make the food during Christmas?”

            “Hey, not all women make the food, if you want to help then do so.” She shook her spatula at him as if she were scolding a child and heard Zayn laugh, it lifted her a little. Shane mentally ran into a wall to snap herself out of it and went back to scooping scrambled eggs from the pan as she bit her lip. This needed to stop; she couldn’t allow this to progress anymore than it has. If it does, then she would have to take care of it one way or another.

            “Alright, then what should I do?” Zayn asked as he looked around at the counter seeing Shane had already finished with the scrambled eggs.

            “Cook the sausages? They should be in the fridge . . .”