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

Chapter Sixteen

*Louis' POV*

I woke Phoebe, Daisy, and Fizzy, getting them downstairs surprisingly quickly.

Harry and my mum weren't there, so I set the table and dished up the girls. They came back after a minute. Harry looked slightly pale.

"You okay? " I asked

He nodded, not looking at me.

He avoided me the rest of the day, even on the car ride home. I was driving, he was feigning sleep.

I pulled over.

"Harry." I looked at him

He twitched slightly at the sound of his name, but was still faking being asleep.

"Harry." I said again, stroking his hair softly

He always woke up when I did that, but he didn't.

"I know you aren't actually asleep. You always wake up when I do that." I sighed, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Mmmnot. Jus tryin to sleep." He slurred, half asleep

Part of that, at least, wasn't a lie. He was tired.

"You've been odd ever since my mum had a chat with you. What happened? "

"Nothing. Just.. Lou, it's a long drive. Can I sleep for a bit? Then I'll take over driving?"

"Okay." I nodded

If he was driving, he couldn't pretend not to hear.

Half an hour later, he was in the drivers seat, and I was waiting for my chance.

"So, what's wrong?" I asked

"I so should've seen that coming." He groaned

"Very true." I nodded

"Nothing is wrong, Lou. Please, just.."

"I know you, Harry. Tell me. Or I'm not talking to you."

"Fine, then," He sighed, "Yourmumaskedifweweredating."

"What?"

"Your mum.. asked if we were dating. "

"Oh. " I paused

That explained it.

"I told her no. But.. it was different. " he said quickly

"Fans ask all the time."

"But it was your mum.."

I nodded. Fans asked because they didn't know. Mothers asked because they had enough hints.

I'd given my mum enough hints.

"It's okay if you don't want to hang out. Until the media dies down again." I looked over

Because we'd been together a lot recently, the tabloids had all sorts of pictures of Harry and I together. Larry Stylinson was trending worldwide on twitter. It had been ever since Harry and I started to hang out again.

"No. I want to hang out with you. It doesn't matter." He shook his head

*Harry's POV*

"Baby, are you okay?" The girl put her hand on my back

"Yeah. " I looked over, forcing a smile.

I'd do anything to get over Louis.

She was my fourth girl this week I'd slept with, and it was only Tuesday.

And none of it was helping.

If anything, it made me want Louis more.

I'd be his friend. But I had to build my walls up. I refused to let myself fall in love with him.

But I think it was too late.

I stood up, and pulled my boxers on.

"Aw, baby, don't you want to stay for a while longer?" The blonde simpered, pouting in a way that was supposed to be sexy, but just made me a bit disgusted.

Out of the girls, none had blue eyes. None were brunette.

I couldn't handle it if they looked even the least bit similar to him.

"Yeah. I have to go." I pulled on my shirt and jeans

"Just one more round, baby?" She tugged on my arm and I pulled it away.

"Don't call me baby." I slid my shoes on and grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet.

"Why not?" She huffed, looking annoyed

"I'm not yours."

"You're going to call me though, right?"

"I don't think you understood me. This was a one time thing."

"Are you serious? " her face took on a look of hurt and -wow, that's a bright shade of red.

She was pissed. My cue to leave.

I left her apartment, and got into my car.

When I reached the house, I went up to my room.

Louis was asleep on my bed. I resisted the urge to go fall asleep with him, and instead went into the bathroom.

Taking a shower, I scrubbed myself with soap, trying to rid my skin of the lingering slut and alchohol smell.

When I got out, I went into my room and got dressed.

"You were out late again. With someone else? " Louis asked sleepily

I turned and looked at him.

"How long have you been up?"

"Woke up to a nice view of you pulling a shirt on about a second ago."

"Ah."

"Who was she?" he sat up slightly to look at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"For fucks sake," He stood up and stepped close to me, "Harry, I fell asleep waiting for you to get back because I wanted to watch a film with you. You've been gone since we got back on Sunday. I've seen tabloid pictures of you leaving bars with at least one woman clinging to you."

I was silent, and to be honest, ashamed.

"Harry. No matter what, I love you either way. Doing this only hurts you." He put a hand on my cheek, and then turned to leave

I grabbed his wrist.

"Tristina." I said softly

"What?"

"Her name. Tristina. "

He nodded slowly.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me."

I released his wrist and he walked away.

When he was out of earshot, I sighed.

"I need you now."