Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 11

Louis and Anne were allowed to stay the night in Harry's room, as long as they didn't disturb him - 'He needs rest'. Louis' mother, Johannah, had popped over to supply blankets, pillows and hot chocolate for them both.

"Thank you so much for this." Anne smiled.

"Yeah, thanks mum, you're the best."

"Just try and get some sleep, love." And after kissing her son on the head, she left.

There was a long pause.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do this." Anne told Louis.

"No... it's fine. I wanted to. It relieves some of the guilt."

"Guilt? What guilt? You have nothing to feel guilty about. You were the one who saved my boy's life!"

"Nevertheless, I was the one who brought him in to the park." Louis insisted.

"Oh, please. You weren't to know. I'm still wondering why the gang stabbed... stabbed him in the first place." Anne furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm not." Louis found himself saying.

"I beg your pardon?" Anne raised an eyebrow, signalling for him to elaborate. "Go on, love, it's obvious you know. You may as well tell me now."

"Well... this may come as a shock to you. Harry and the gang were... friends." Anne let out a gasp and Louis tried his best to explain. "And, when I was walking home from Uni, I accidentally tripped him up - incidentally in the same alleyway as tonight's misshapen - and his 'friends' weren't too pleased. They respected him, see. RespectED. Then the gang mugged me.

"Luckily, Harry got hold of my driver's license and handed the money back to me - you only live down the road from me, see. Then we met again at a party and got on like a house on fire. Then we became friends... and by doing so, he betrayed the gang."

Anne took a moment to take all of this in, then: "But, if all you are saying is true, then how has he been attending college? I mean, I've had no letters home, no phone calls or anything."

"Ah."

"Go on..."

"He hasn't been attending - and he's given them the wrong number, and thrown all the letters away when you're at work. BUT - I've chatted to him and he says he's going to apply to do an art, music or both apprenticeships."

"You seem to have him wrapped around you're little finger. I wish I could make him do things like that." Anne was obviously suspecting something, though Louis wasn't sure what. How he longed to tell her about him and Harry...

Louis woke up. The last thing he remembered was looking at the light up clock on the wall, which said 2:54. Now, however, it was daylight, and it read 10:56. Anne wasn't there, in the chair the other side of Harry's bed. Instead, there was a note on Louis' blankets.

'Had to get to work. Life depended on it. Text if anything happens. Anne xx'

Louis was rather pleased at this - not only could he not lie to her anymore, but he finally got some alone time with Harry. Rubbing his eyes, he leaned over to Harry with a smile.

"Hey." He whispered into Harry's ear. "You're gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine." He stroked the precious curls out of Harry's eyes and stroked his smooth forehead. He quickly removed his hand though when the doctor burst in.

"Ah. Still here, Mr Tomlinsom?" He was a small man, shorter than Louis, with big ears and rectangular glasses.

"Looks like it. Are you waking him up?"

"Sure am. Can you wait outside?"

"But-" Louis interjected.

"Sorry, Mr Tomlinsom, but I need as much peace, quiet and space as I can get. I'll call you in in a couple of minutes." He said, firmly. Louis understood, alright.

The two minutes outside were the longest two minutes of his life. It felt like forever since the doctor came in and announced: "I'm finished. You may come in now." Quicker than a bolt of lightning, he ran in there, making the doctor smile. "I'll leave you to it." He finished, then left.

Louis sat in his chair for another minute or so, before Harry's hand, which was clenched in Louis', started twitching. Then his head began to move.

"Harry?" Louis whispered. Harry started to murmur.

"L... ouis... Lou... Louis..."

This stung Louis' eyes with tears. He wiped them away with his sleeve quickly, staying strong for his boyfriend. He then leaned forward and looked into Harry's heavily lidded eyes. They both immediately smiled. "Hey..." said Louis.

"Hello..." Harry murmured.

"Harry, I'm so sorry.."

But he was cut of by Harry. His hand rose and put it lightly on Louis' shoulder. "Are you in pain?" Louis asked.

"No. I just feel funny." Harry sat up.

"Hey, take it easy...!"

"Louis, I'm fine! - can I have a hug?"

Louis took his opportunity and wrapped his arms around Harry's head. Harry's arms found their way round Louis' back, and his face was pressed into Louis' chest. He smelled the familiar scent, he's curls tickling Louis' neck. They stayed like this for ages, Harry's hands massaging Louis' back.

"Kiss me, Lou." Harry whispered, and bit on Louis' earlobe. Louis reluctantly drew back, held himself a centimetre away from Harry and savoured the moment when their lips were held together. Louis started to move his mouth around, getting wider, then closing, even wider, then closing. Harry followed his actions pleasurably.

"Have you been practicing on another bloke?" Harry smiled into the kiss, but only made Louis press their bodies tighter and lick his way into Harry's mouth, until Harry felt it poke at his tongue. Harry accepted it, open his mouth, letting Louis explore every minuscule detail of his mouth. When Louis let go, he plonked himself back down on to the chair. Then Harry said something very unexpected, indeed.

"I love you."