Coming Out Of My Shell (And The Closet)~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter Six

*Liam's POV *

Harry had told me everything, from the moment he had first noticed Louis like that, to what happened at the table. Poor guy. He truly loved Louis. And Louis blew him off.

I thought, given all his obvious care for the kid, that Louis wouldn't have been hiding from Harry, but instead returning the love.

I shook my head as I made my way through the store. Knowing Harry, I'd need a kids movie, a horror, or a guilty pleasure romance. I decided on a kids movie, knowing he'd watch Toy Story with me. I grabbed a new Pixar film as well, then got plenty of sweets and a little stuffed cat toy.

There. Harry would forget about Louis for a while at least.

Once I got home, I heard a crash. I opened the door and put my shopping bags on the chair before going to see what it was.

Harry was sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, blood trickling out of his mouth and nose. His arm was bent at an odd angle, as was his opposite leg.

I turned to Louis, who was standing there in shock.

"What did you do to him?" I asked slowly

"I was trying to help.."

"Louis! Don't touch him. Just go somewhere you can't harm him while I call the hospital." I told him, pulling out my phone.

"I'm an adult, you can't tell me what I can and can't do." He looked mad, glaring at me and crossing his arms.

"Yes, I can. I know what Harry needs, and according to him, at the moment he wants you to sod off."

"Not what he said a moment ago."

"Why would he say that?"

"Search me! He was drunk!"

"What? Harry almost never drinks."

''Well, he was drunk on something."

"Just let me talk to the emergency people!" I huffed, walking a few feet away to give our information.

Within minutes, the people were here, putting Harry gently on a stretcher.

"Thank god we're famous. Service is amazing. " I grumbled, once in the back of the ambulance with a lifeless Harry.

Louis started to climb in behind me, but I gave him a look.

"Stay here until the other lads get back from the cinema. I'm not kidding. You're not going near Harry until you've told the lads and you're all at the hospital together. No room for debate."

He looked at Harry strangely, like he was torn between either running away or making me let him ride with Harry.

He nodded instead, walking back to the house stiffly.

I held Harry's hand on the way to the hospital.

When we got there, it turned out he had a broken arm and a badly bruised leg. Thankfully nothing that couldn't be healed within a few months. But the press would be all over this.

We needed a cover story as to why he was so beat up though. Drunk tripping wouldn't do.

If the media heard, they'd make it out as Harry was chasing some fourty year old cougar and got roughed up by her boyfriend while he was in a drunken stupor, or something equally absurd.

I understood why he did it. But as to explaining to people who have no idea that Harry was brokenhearted over a fight with a male band mate he was secretly in love with.. I was clueless.