Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

// 12

unedited;

- shane's pov.

(ik it's weird but i'm saving harry's pov for later)

Scene 22 - you suck ass at this. Shane's house. 12:32 pm. Santa Cruz, California.

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"You suck ass at this." Harry laughs as we play tennis at the beach nearest to Louis and I's house. We're using a volleyball net, so that's probably why I haven't been able to get it over. Besides, Harry's a pro at everything he does, especially sports, so I could never compare to him no matter what we did.

"Shut up." I pout and fetch the small, bright tennis ball from another failed attempt of mine.

I try again, it slams against the net. "Ugh." I groan. "I've had enough. Let's just walk."

"That sounds better than watching you struggle to get a tiny ball over a net for the next three hours, so okay." Harry laughs, jogging over to my side, joining me on my walk.

"Stop." I whine and nudge him lightly.

After a few seconds of silence, Harry decides to start conversation. "How've things with Beck been?"

"It's not weird for you to ask that?" I look at him. They were in love. He loved her and I took her away when he needed me. Is that not weird to him?

"We're past this. I know you're not the type to avoid confrontation, but I promise now is not the time." He inhales. "How have things with Beck been?"

"They've been bad." I say truthfully. As much as I want to shove my relationship in his face, because he's the ex, there are certain circumstances refraining me from doing so. "You know, her and Kenna have something. I'm not an idiot. I can see it, but for some reason I'm still holding on, I love her."

"I've been there." Harry laughs. "My advice is to let her go. She's not the type to stay forever. She leaves, and Kenna knows that just as well as you and I."

"You give quite good advice for someone who makes such terrible decisions." I smile.

"Yeah." He chuckles carelessly.

The lack of conversation probably causes me to do this, but I stupidly, oh my god, so stupidly, ask Harry, "How've you and Louis been?"

"What?" He turns to me. My eyes open wide as I realize what I did. Louis is going to fucking maul me when he finds out.

Tiny Louis trying to maul me would be so cute. He would run with his tiny legs and jump on the short stumps. The punches would probably tickle, honest-

"Shane? What are you talking about?" Harry looks into my eyes as I snap out of my thoughts. My, very odd, thoughts.

"Um, I, I don't- I uh, what? I'm conf- what day is it today? Thursday? Oh, I- uh- I have work.." I stutter out. I can't lie for shit, I can't do anything right. I screwed up.

"Shane, just tell me." Harry pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"I um, I know. Beck knows. Um, Jade might. Kenna might too, and if Kenna knows Aaron prob-"

You could've lied, Shane. That's always an option.

"Fuck, Shane. I can't, I-" Harry panics. "I'm leaving." He mutters a few more curses as he walks away from me.

"No, Harry-" I start.

"Stop." He yells from a few feet away with his hands in front of him defensively. "Fucking stop."

I jog up to him and take his elbow in my hand. "I don't understand, none of us care. You're Harry, you're you. Just because you happen to like my cousin, who happens to have a penis, doesn't matter to any of us." I try to help him calm down, he flinches. I guess I could've refrained from using the word penis.

"That's not- that's not the issue. Just let me leave." He starts walking away, ripping his arm from my grasp.

"I swear to god if you do anything to Louis." I warn, allowing him to walk away.

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Scene 23 - milk of magnesia my heart. 7:50 pm. Pizza my Heart. Santa Cruz, California.

louis' pov.

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"Where have you been?" I giggle as I jog up to Harry standing at the cash register.

He doesn't answer, instead he looks at me with the stare. But, this is a new stare, a blank one. It's not the vulnerable one, that I happen to like, it's the emotionless one. Same eyes for both.

"Harry?" I question placing my backpack on the floor and stepping closer.

"Leave." He commands scarily. I don't like him when he's angry, but I think I love him when he's not.

"Why?" I ask. He has no reason to treat me this way. I haven't done a thing, the last time I saw him we were making out at Kenna's house, so as far as I know we're doing pretty good.

"Do you really want to play dumb right now, Louis?" His eyes lock with mine. Harry's jaw is clenched unbelievably tight.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I cross my arms and raise my voice a bit, I don't really care about the few people sitting around. He's being difficult for absolutely no reason at all. If this means so much to him, he can just tell me what I did wrong.

"You fucking told my ex girlfriend we were together? Fuck, Louis." He sighs, pinching his nose in between his fingers. I notice the cross tattoo. It's amazing, and quite ironic considering its on his hands. Hands do a lot of damage. Negative damage, not what anyone would pinpoint as religious or pure.

"I don't see why you're mad, you two aren't even together, and she cheated on you." I respond. He's getting worked up over something so small it's ridiculous. Besides, nobody cares if Harry likes boys. There isn't an issue, if he wants to see an issue where there isn't then maybe we aren't meant to stay together.

"Do you not see the difference between you two. You and I, we're a fucking blowjob at the beach. Her and I were real." He says harshly.

The words stab through my stomach intensely hard. Here I was, stupidly, blindly, falling for this angry emotional boy, and the whole time he treated us like we were something small. Something unimportant.

I will not be the experiment again. I fucking won't, I've fallen for this before and I won't again. I'll learn from Ty.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, his gaze not leaving mine. I feel as if there's a laser beam continuously attacking my eyes.

"Fuck you." I spit out before picking up my black backpack from where I dropped it on the floor and leaving. The tears in my eyes are involuntary, but there isn't any use in trying to hide them. Might as well put myself out there, let the world take me. Let the world rape me of everything I am because I am nothing. It'll be fooled, I'll be fooled, to think I'm more than nothing when all anyone ever does is use me and throw me out as easily as I allowed them to take over me.

"Louis, I-" he calls, but I start sprinting away from him. This isn't happening again. It won't.