The White Crayon (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm sooo sorry for not updating. I had this thing called CODA which is just an honor band last Friday. And I didn't post on Friday because I got caught up reading a book and last night because I was finishing that story and when I went to write, my Google Chrome decided to stop working.  I'm sorry. Ill try to update twice sometime soon to make up for it but I can't make any promises. I really need you guys to comment some ideas so I know what to write. It would really help me.

Also, this chapter may be a bit shitty because I've been really tired and stressed lately and I've been trying to keep up with my grades so my mind was pretty jumbled.

(Harry's POV )

     "So, are we going to your house or mine?" Louis asks as we sit down at a table in the back of the library. We decided it would be okay to sit down for a bit since no one had been in for at least seven minutes. I don't really have to think about what my answer is. My house is still kind of wrecked from last night. My dad had his friends come over and I haven't had the chance to clean it all up. I know I have glass to clean from the shattered mug in the kitchen and I have dirty plates, beer bottles, and cigarette buds (that I'm thankful that they had the decency to put out properly, unlike the last time) to clean. 

      I point at him, finally letting him know the answer to his question; that we should probably go to his. "Do you want to just follow me to my house?" I just nod , excited and nervous that I will be hanging out with someone different. I love Liam. Don't get me wrong. But someone new would be nice. I know Louis'll probably leave me at some point,  but for now I'll enjoy what he's giving me; a new friendship.  

      I look up at Louis again and he seems perplexed. He looks up at me and sees that I'm looking. I quickly advert my eyes. "Hey..." he says trying to get my attention again. I look up again and he looks nervous. "Har- " he stops.  I scrunch my eyebrows wandering what's bothering him so much. Then he tries again, "Harry, ar- wha- why, no... ho- I- Ugh!!!" He huffs out annoyed. He looks down at his lap and starts playing with his fingers. 

      I can tell what he wants to talk about is important so I reach over the table and gently grab his wrists, bringing them further apart from each other and set them on his lap again. He looks up at me and I give him a nervous, yet encouraging smile letting him know that he could ask or tell me anything. He let's out a sigh and moves from the seat across from me to the one next to me.

      He takes one more breath and looks at me. "Look, I know this isn't a big deal, but I just wanted to ask you a question." I just nod letting him know that he can go on. " Why- uhm... Why haven't you said anything yet?" Now it's my turn to play with my fingers. " Are you mute?" I hesitantly start nodding my head and I can feel my eyes start watering. I know it's stupid to cry, but I thought I was going to have someone new in my life but I honestly should have known better. No one likes me. No one will ever like me and I know that. I know that and yet, I stupidly thought this would be different. 

      "Harry, Harry look at me. Let me see your beautiful green eyes." I slowly lift my head up and I can't stop thinking about what he just said. Did he just call me beautiful? He must really be out of it today. 1) He's talking to me, and 2) he just called my eyes beautiful. They aren't beautiful. They are anything but. They are dull and remind me of a nasty green swamp. 

      Once my eyes finally meet his I don't want to look at him anymore out of embarrassment. I look away again but then he puts his hand on my shoulder and that's kind of his way of telling me to look at him and to keep looking at him. Once my eyes meet his for the last time, he puts both of his hands on my cheeks and I freeze. This time, I can't look away. He gently uses both thumbs to wipe my cheeks  and I start to unwillingly relax into his touch.