Lunatic- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 9

Through out the rest of the week Harry had continued to keep on sneakily kissing Louis. He liked it. And Louis. He even dared to run his hands over Louis' body a few times, and he was finding it hard to stop himself going any further. He tried to tell himself he didn't want Louis. Of course, it wasn't working. 

He had a session with Louis today at 11am. He wasn't sure how Louis felt about the whole flirting, touchy kinda thing they had going on, but he was positive Louis liked it. Louis would sometimes even start it. Harry liked how small Louis' hands were against his chest or in his hair. He's honestly whipped when it comes to Louis. Which he most definitely shouldn't be.

On the serious side, Harry felt one step closer to getting out. Louis really helps him. They sit and chat for hours, and Louis will ask questions about Harry's mood, that kind of thing, and surprisingly Harry answers them. 

Harry was currently sat in recreation, with all the other lunatics in there. He sat in the corner out of the way, watching the world go by. He had his eyes darted to the floor, lost in thought when someone tapped his shoulder. 

He looked up to see an oldish woman, her hair grey and not a lot of teeth. She was freaky looking in Harry's opinion. 

"You look lonely" the woman spoke, her voice croaky and low.

"What do you want?" Harry scowled. He wasn't making a friend right now. 

"You." The old woman ran her hand over Harry's shoulder and Harry shuddered. 

"Get off me" 

"He's the murderer Janet, you don't want him." The patient called Carl shouted over. 

Harry rolled his eyes as 'Janet' scrambled away with fear, and Carl started to scratch at his own arms. 

 "Styles" Tom called and Harry gave him a side glance. "Therapy 5 lets go." 

Harry finally found a smile appearing on his face thinking about seeing Louis, but he hid it quickly. Tom followed him down to the therapy room, and knocked on the door. 

"Hey Lou" Tom called and smiled as Harry strolled through the door. 

"Hey Tom!"

"You wanna come to dinner tonight?" Tom asked kindly and Harry sat on the chair, making sure to stare at Louis. 

"Sure, just come give me a shout." Louis waved Tom a goodbye and locked the door. 

"What the fuck was that?" Harry snarled as Louis sat down on the small bed. 

"What?" 

Harry stayed seated in the chair. "Dinner?" 

"Harry its just dinner, get over it." 

Louis instantly regretted saying that when Harry walked over to him and placed his hands on Louis' thighs. 

"Get over it?" Harry said lowly, and his gaze was intense. 

"I can go to dinner with who ever I want, it doesn't mean anything." Louis argued back. 

"I think you're missing something here Louis" Harry squoze Louis' thighs. 

"Harry get off me" Louis quietened down. 

"You can't go to dinner with Tom." 

Harry's nails dug into Louis' thighs a little more, and Louis whimpered in pain. 

"Harry please get off, you're hurting me." He begged. 

"Don't tell me what to do." 

"Please I'm sorry. Please Harry you're scaring me." Louis wasn't lying, he was scared of Harry right now.