Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 39

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"Bloody hell, Haz, you know how to throw a punch." Louis and Harry were sitting on the table, Harry holding ice to the bruise next to Louis' nose, where it bloomed a purpley/yellow.

"Please, Lou, you're making me feel even worse, if that's even possible."

"Hahah, fancy a film?"

"Sure. What did you pack?" asked Harry.

"Erm... what did you pack?"

"I thought you packed DVD's." Harry gasped.

"I thought you did!"

"Oh for fuck sake!"

"I know." Louis sighed. "C'mon, let's sit down. We can talk, we haven't had a talk in ages." he tapped Harry's knee lightly when he got up, and made his way on to the sofa bed, Harry shortly following. He gestured Harry to lay across him, so he did just that, his curls landing on Louis' neck.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Not sure. Just say something, aha." he kissed Harry's head.

"Umm... nice holiday?"

"Yeah! Well, except when I got punched in the face by my own boyfriend, yeah it's been great." Louis teased.

"SHUT UP! It was an accident."

"'Course. You've been looking to punch me ages now." he started to giggle at Harry's misfortune.

"Lou! Please, you're making me cry."

"Why? Because you punched me in the face?" Louis was now full on laughing, Harry's head bobbing up and down on his chest.

"Right, that's it." Harry turned over so he was on top of Louis and started press his fingers and squeeze bits of skin and gaps between bones.

"No! Harry - get - off! Hahahahah! Get off!" Louis pleaded; he hated being tickled. "I - mean - it - ugghh!" And with one mighty push, Harry tumbled on the rug next to them, both doubled over in laughter. "Sorry Harry."

"No, Lou, I'm sorry." They calmed down. Then Harry's phone buzzed. He muttered some words under his breath, that sounded a lot like swear words.

"Y'alright, Haz?"

"Y-I- I'm fine, Lou. Can we get an early night?" Harry fake yawned. "I'm tired."

"It's five o'clock? And I can't be asked for an early night, you had one last night!"

"No, Lou, not that kinda early night. I mean go to sleep."

"It's still only five! Sit down." Louis demanded.

"But-"

"No. Sit down now." so with a sigh, Harry sat down next to Louis, on the edge of the sofa, head in hands. "What's gotten in to you?" Louis rubbed his back. "C'mon, you can tell me anything."

"Can I?" Harry sneered, making Louis pull back and gasp.

"Do you not trust me? Well then, sort out your own fucking problems." Louis got up and started to walk off, before Harry pulled him back on to the sofa. "What?"

"Look, I-I'm sorry... it's kinda hard. I've never opened up like this before. I-"

"Bottle things up." Louis' voice turned sincere again. "C'mon, Haz, tell me. We're safe. The door's locked, you can tell me anything."