Intent on Hating You (Larry Stylinson)

-Chapter Thirteen-

Chapter Thirteen

The air was thick as the machine quietened down, we were all stood staring at it. I was shaking, this couldn’t be happening, Harry couldn’t Love me, he couldn’t!

Liam kept opening his mouth to talk but closed it abruptly, Harry seemed to be in shock eyes wide, staring blankly at the wall.

“What?” I finally choked, and all hell broke out.

“Harry?” Liam asked as Niall ducked under the table of the machine, Harrys eyes narrowing at Zayn, who backed away a little

“I don’t it’s lying it must be faulty, I’m not fucking gay” He growled, Nialls hands covered his ears and he closed his eyes tightly, Zayn looked to the ground as Liam and I watched the machines needle flicking across the page. He was lying.

“This was unexpected” Liam spoke warily scratching the back of his neck. I stared at Harry in shock. He was gay? and in love with me? He looked pale and was shaking visibly as he tried and failed to release himself from the wired, I looked to Liam who nodded at me. I knelt down beside him and grabbed Harrys wrist. He froze at my touch and looked away from me. I took the wire off, moving to the other and then taking them off Harrys chest carefully.

When I’d got the last one off he pushed me so I fell onto my back and jumped over me hurrying out of the room.

“Brilliant!” Liam spoke in an annoyed tone, glaring at us, Niall sank further under the table as Zayn bent over to him. I pushed myself off the floor, throwing the wires onto the machine and running towards the door.

I opened the door he’d left from and looked down the hall. His head In his hands, slowly sinking down to the floor, small sobs causing his body to convulse. I walked over to him slowly, he seemed to notice my feet because his hands covered his face even more, his face sinking into his knees.

I sighed and sank to the floor beside him, resting my head against the wall. I placed a hand gently on his shoulder, his body twisted and his face buried itself in between my neck and my shoulder, wet tears sliding down my neck.

“Harry” I whispered, he shook his head almost viciously. He didn’t want to talk about it. “it’s best to talk it out you know, I feel better for telling everyone what was bothering me, sort of”

“I-Just-It” He panted, head shaking again. He didn’t know what to say. I sighed and moved my hand from his shoulder, into his hair instead.

“I don’t get why you acted like you hated me for all that time” I muttered into his hair, he sniffed

“Because-be-because I c-can’t be g-gay, I can’t” he sobbed. 

“Why not?” I asked

“People will j-judge me” he growled, “I-I cant take their comments as it is” It was true, Harry had always taken every little comment to heart, he always looked to far into what everyone made of him, I just didn’t know it bothered him quite like it did.

“why me?” I asked, unsure of why he’d like me, I wasn’t anything special, I wasn’t anyone to be thought as more than a friend, I was Louis Tomlinson average in everyway who always manages to do everything wrong, not worthy of being in the band. Just me.

“I  liked you since I first saw you, you were the first person to just smile at me and be happy even though you were nervous too, like I don’t know, I felt like you gave me some kind of strength to continue for the day, then we were in the band and fuck,, I don’t know ust everything you did was amazing to me, I looked up to you and then one night It kind of clicked” He took a deep breath “it was around the time I messed up my solo, I was so scared of the hate I’d got, and I didn’t want more”