Bury my Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 20: Gossip

A.N.: Hi guys! So I hope the story is beginning to unfold and the development of the character is building. I wanted to reveal more about the characters I created as I plan on having them be a big part of the story, hopefully you don't mind. I also plan on making for Larry fluff, not quite as intense just yet, this needs to be realistic too and they can't just fall madly in love at first sight . . .well they can but you know. :)

Class passed by in slow aching strides. Louis thought that his eye balls would melt inside their sockets if he had to look at anymore notes, or his ears would burn off from the side of his head if he had to listen to another lecture. It was a torturous week and he planned on blinding as well as deafening himself if he had to go back to that for the rest of the year.

            “Well you look like shit.” Harry said as he plopped down onto Louis’ bed so that he sat beside him.

            “Thanks, and you look wonderful as always,” Louis furrowed his brows at the perfect man who had abruptly entered the room. “What brings you here?”

            “Do you happen to know if there are any mutated bugs here?” Harry asked with a certain look altering the color to his green eyes. Louis stared at him intently, and slowly began to think that this was a rhetorical question but that was crossed out of his mind.

            “I don’t think so, why?”

            “I have this cut on my neck, and I know that I haven’t fallen or hit anything, so I was wondering if there was a skin cutting insect.” Harry said as he gestured to an inch long incision, it wasn’t deep but looked like a nasty paper cut.

            “Oo,” Louis winced at the sight and peered closer, but was attacked with the scent of Harry wafting his way so he quickly pulled away to save himself the strain of emotions that would have settled inside his gut. “That looks like it hurts.”

            “It does, but it’s not too bad,” Harry said. “Strange, but not bad.” He smiled, his dimples denting his cheeks.

            “If you say so . . .” Louis sighed and leaned his face against Harry’s shoulder. “I’m so exhausted, all this work is killing me and Liam’s tutoring skills are great, but still, tiring.”

            “Don’t be such a baby.” Harry playfully chastised as he tried to shake him off but froze immediately when Louis’ arms wrapped around his torso.

            “You’re supposed to console me! Not scold me!” Louis’ complaining voice was muffled by Harry’s clothed shoulder. Harry huffed at Louis as he could be such a child, but did pat his head. This is when he discovered how soft Louis’ hair was, it was wonderful to touch so he began to play with those feathery locks.

            “So uh, Louis?”

            “Hm?”

            “Why do you hate James so much?” Silence filled the air after that, it seemed to wrap around Harry’s throat as if it were a coiling snake acting as a noose. He swallowed his nervousness and glanced to the limp boy on his shoulder, his arms weren’t so tightly wrapped around his torso anymore and Harry felt worried.

            “He’s a prick, you shouldn’t talk to him—have you been talking to him?” Louis furrowed his brows again and in the back of his mind worried about if he was going to get wrinkles from pushing his eyebrows together.

            “No I haven’t, but he’s been talking to me and he seems nice.” Harry muttered out fearing Louis’ reaction.

            “Well it’s not really my place to decide who you’re friends with . . .”