Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 12

"I'll pretend you never said that." Louis frowned.

"Why?"

"Because you don't mean it."

There was a quick pause. Harry then turned over, wincing in pain, to face Louis. "Excuse me, I just told you that I love you for the first time, and it didn't even affect you."

"Because you don't mean it!" Louis repeated, more sternly.

"How do you know what I feel? 'Cause I obviously don't mean anything to you." Harry crossed his arms.

"Oh, shut up, Harry, now you're just being childish." Louis, too, crossed his arms.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Childish Harry - doesn't compare to the high-and-mighty drama graduated Louis Tomlinsom. Well sorry, 'boyfriend', but I don't get with snobs." Harry turned back on to his back. He knew he pushed it too far because he called Louis a snob, and he could see out of the corner of his eye that Louis was welling up and he could hear him sobbing. Then Louis stood up.

"You know what, Harry," He shouted, not bothering to keep things discrete, "I saved your fucking life, remember, so don't go mouthing off to me. We've been dating for what- 4, 5 days? And you tell me you love me before the first week?! How the fuck do you expect me to react?" Louis fumed, and walked over to the door, opening it. "And by the way," He added, slightly quieter, but still shouting, "if you call me a snob one more time..." He switched to a deadly serious tone. "We're finished."

SLAM!

Harry noticed that Louis was as sexy as ever when he was angry, but he also felt guilty that he had crossed the line. Louis was clever, fun to be around, the best at giving advice and of course - drop dead gorgeous. And now Harry ruined it.

"Are you okay, Mr Tomlinsom?" A nurse passed an enraged, fuming Louis. Louis didn't bother to answer, he just needed to calm himself down before he ended up turning back and murdering Harry.

He went outside and sat on a bench. He started to realise that maybe Harry wasn't so out of line after all. In fact, he was somewhat right. He'd said that he loved Louis, and Louis didn't even flinch. It must've taken a great deal of courage to come out with that.

"Louis, dear, what's wrong?" Johannah came over to Louis on the bench. "Why aren't you inside?" And her soothing voice made Louis crack, and tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Me and Harry fell out..."

"Oh dear, it can't be easy though, at a time like this. Look, go home, freshen up and come back. I'm sure Harry will appreciate that." She handed Louis the keys. "Use mine, I'll stay here."

"Thanks, mum." With a hug, he left, unlocked Jo's 4x4 and hopped in the driver's seat. He hadn't driven for a while, and the only reason why he got his driver's license was because he one the lessons for free on a TV ring-up question. He started up the engine and drove the short drive to his house.

Louis unlocked the front door, raced upstairs and into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. He thought he looked a state, so he quickly undressed and hopped in the shower.

After a long, hot shower he wrapped a towel round his waist and went into the bedroom, wanting to do a perfect quiff for his boyfriend. And then, a knock on the door. He was trapped - he would have no choice but to let his mother in.

"C'min..." He said nervously.

"...Louis?" There was Harry, standing in the doorway, in a pair of crutches. Feeling insecure and defenseless, Louis wrapped the towel tighter, averting eye-to-eye gaze. Harry was glad about this, because he got to take in the sight. Louis was pretty much dripping wet, and there were some droplets that weaved in and out of his abs - how he wished he was those droplets. "What are you doing here?" Louis brought him back to reality.

"Uhm.. they let me out.. told me there was no lasting damage. You left your front door open."

"Oh shit, I did..."

"Look, Louis, I'm sorry about earlier-"

"No- Harry, could you wait outside a minute? I need to get changed..."

"You don't have to-" Louis' eyes widened- "-okay, call me in when you're ready." And then Harry left.

Two minutes later, Harry was called back in.

"I like your hair."

"Where's my mum?" Louis ignored Harry's compliment.

"At the library. She said we needed some alone time." Harry sat down next to Louis, once again, on the comfy bed. He put his hand under Louis', interlocking the fingers. "Lou, maybe I did rush things." Harry turned to Louis, so they were now looking in to each other's eyes. "I just... had a rush of feelings... that I've never felt before."

"It's fine. It was a pretty silly thing to argue about." Louis put his other hand on Harry's cheek and kissed his forehead. "I have strong feelings for you Harry. We're bound to, we've been through so much in such a short space of time. It's just us two now, right?"

"Right. Thanks, Lou." They hugged, Louis taking a bunch of curls in his fist.