To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Nine

When I wake up the next morning, my head is in so much pain. But, I notice something without even having to open my eyes, I am not in my flat. After noticing that, I spring up in the bed I am in and carefully examine everything.

I am wearing only my boxers, in a bed that doesn't even belong to me. My memory is lacking from whatever happened last night, and I am officially scared. But, my first instinct isn't to get out of the bed I am in, since that might result in something happening to me. It's to lay here and pretend to be asleep, so that whomever this place belongs to, will think I have been asleep the whole time.

I wait in the bed with my eyes closed shut for about ten minutes, hearing some noises from downstairs. Then footsteps coming up the stairs, leading into this bedroom.

At this point I am ready to see whoever took me home last night, and hopefully didn't do anything with me. That would just lead to some more drama going on with Louis's and my relationship. Speaking of Louis, I wonder where he is right now. I mean it's not like he would've been forced to sleep anywhere around Eleanor, meaning he probably got home early this morning, after the long eventful day yesterday.

"Hey sleepy head!" I hear a familiar voice say from behind me, sitting down on the otherwise of the bed. It takes a could of seconds to place the voice, which belongs to Nick.

He places something on some table, before laying down behind me, and pulling me close to him. His body is close to mine, which does freak me out. Sure I am his friend, but I am not that close to him. I wriggle my way out of his hold, and manage to sit up on the bed.

"Grimmy, what am I doing here? Why am I not at my place?" I ask completely oblivious to anything that had happened at all last night. He has a small grin show up on his face, which can only mean one thing, trouble.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, you young silly boy. Don't you remember anything from last night?" he asks me with the sound of sarcasm in his voice. I look at him with wide eyes, hoping that anything that did happen isn't anything that would destroy what's left of Louis's and my relationship.

"Not really" I say, scared of what Nick is about to tell me. He takes a deep breath, before running his hand through his hair.

"Harry, what are you able to remember about last night?" he asks me sternly, as he reaches over to the table next to him, to grab a cuppa.

"All I remember was going to the club, having a drink too many and falling onto one of the lounge chairs" I say hoping there isn't much else that happened after that.

"Um, well that was only the start of the night for you. After you blacked out, that's when the night turned to a very interesting time, and when I say interesting I mean it" he says.

I automatically start playing all the possible scenarios as to what might have happened last night in my head, and none of them are good. Then I decide it might be a good time to ask Nick the one question relating to one of the scenarios, that I am afraid to even know the answer to.

"Nick, did we um... Ya know..." I ask fumbling around with my hands, hoping that it might help do the talking for me. He looks at me with a look as if I have ten heads, and then breaks out in hysterical laughter.

"No! Harry do you really think I would take advantage of you like that? What type of friend do you think I am?" he asks as he calms himself from his laughing fit. I feel a load come off of my shoulders after he says that.

"Thank God" I say taking a sigh of relief.

"But, you're not really off the hook. You might want to know the reason I didn't just take you back to your place. Harry, here look at your last text to Louis" Nick says handing me my phone, which he had nicely charged for me. I unlock it, and then open up my messaging app.

Opening the thread to Louis's and my texts, I wish had never owned a phone in my life. At 1:37am today I had sent him a text.

"Fuc you, you fuking dickhead. I thught you were mine but I saw that fucing kis you had wit er! Fuck you you fuckng cheter!".

His response to it didn't come until 2:16am.

"Harry, your drunk".

And then I responded back, with what ended the conversation. A simple sentence that may have destroyed the best thing I have ever had in my life.

"I hate you".

My jaw drops at what I had said. I know a drunk heart speaks a sober mind, but never in a million years would I have sent that to him.

"If you want a place to stay, mi casa es su casa" Nick says as he walks out of the room.

Once again I am alone, but this time I have a heavy burden weighing over my my shoulders. I need to figure out how to make things right, with the only thing that was right in my life. Louis isn't just my lover, he is the one that keeps me alive. Without him I don't know how I will continue on. If I don't get him back, I will most likely just become another face in the dirt.