Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Twenty Five Days

((15. FREAKIN. VOTES. HOLY. SHIT. This chapter has took on a life of its own I didn't plan for this to happen. I.))

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Harry was feeling good. He woke up feeling good and alive. It wasn't like he'd been brain washed and forgot about Louis's wedding or anything, that fact was still clear in his mind. He just felt full of energy. Harry even turned up the stereo and jumped around in him room and on his bed. As he did some head banging while practicing some his air guitar playing, he hit his hand against the wall. It was loud enough to be heard over the music. It was pretty obvious that it had probably woken Louis up because after that, Harry heard someone's door creak open and the bathroom door slam shut. Harry winced. Louis probably wasn't in a good mood. Harry decided to stay in him room as long as possible that morning to avoid Louis and his latest tantrums. He collapsed back onto his bed, thinking of the reason why Louis might still be pissed.

After the dance session yesterday, Louis had gone from looking happy back to looking grim. He wasn't all happy and laughing like he was when he danced with Eleanor. He was back to looking like he wished he wasn't there. His smile went back to being half hearted, his laugh didn't reach his eyes, his eyes wandered the room and Harry had a feeling it was because of something he did. But Harry hadn't done anything wrong. Louis looked like he'd been rejected. Dancing with Daisy was definitely nothing wrong.

The eleven of them went out to eat all together after the lesson with Fernando and of course Eleanor had been the one to suggest it. Louis sat at the opposite end to Harry and things went differently. Every time Harry looked up when Louis looked up and they happened to have eye contact, Louis's eyes wandered off like he wasn't even there. Louis didn't even talk to Harry and but still laughed whenever Harry made a joke. When they clinked cups across the big table, it was all a big mess but Harry's cup never clinked with Louis's. Harry didn't know if it was on purpose or something else.

As everyone else ate and had their own conversations, Harry talked to Daisy. She always gave a squeal of laughter at Harry's jokes and stories with the occasional slap on the arm. Because Daisy's laugh was quite loud, everyone would sort of look over at the two of them every time Daisy laughed. As the night went on, everyone else learnt to not stop and glance every time Daisy laughed. Everyone except for Louis. Harry hadn't noticed Louis staring since he was having such a great time until Daisy leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Birthday boy's not having a great time."

Harry looked at Louis from the corner of his eye and as far as he could tell, Louis was staring over towards him and Daisy. When Harry looked straight over at Louis, the older boy dropped his eyes to look at the table and sipped on his wine looking like he was thinking deeply about something.

"Don't worry, Louis's just being a dick," Harry whispered back to Daisy. Even though no one else seemed to hear it, Louis's eyes shot up again and this time, looking directly at Harry. Harry felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment. This time Louis gave him a dead on death look. How did he even hear that? Eleanor's conversation with Liam and Danielle was so loud he could hear it from the other side of the table.

Daisy gave a smirk before putting her hand tenderly on Harry's shoulder. "No need to blush." Harry ducked his head and grinned. Daisy took her hand of his shoulder and turned to join in Niall, Monique and Holly's conversation.

Soon enough, the only people who weren't occupied in conversations were Louis and Harry himself. Harry secretly watched as Louis poured himself another glass of wine. He frowned. Louis had drank a lot of wine already. Maybe the wine was having an effect on him. Harry lost himself watching Louis as he drank. After every sip, Louis would swirl the wine in the glass and look into the purple liquid with this deep, thoughtful look on his face. The way he held the glass was so posh, perfect and how before Louis look his lips off the glass, he would linger them there for a while, savouring the rich taste in his mouth. The younger boy realised that Louis's stubble was back, that his hair wasn't pushed back and didn't have much structures style to it at all. But it looked good. He could just make out the chest hair crawling out of Louis's low cut shirt and how blue his eyes were in the light of the restaurant. Louis's biceps would bulge every time he moved his arm to take a drink. Harry admired how tight and fit his bandmate's shirt was as he put his arm up to call for a waitress. Harry could take a photo shoot of Louis drinking right now and not one picture would look bad.