Uncovered {Larry Stylinson}-AU

F O U R T E E N

"NIALL!" I yelled as I legged it towards the coffee shops doors after my sobbing blonde haired friend. He never got fired but the pressure was all but to much for my younger friend, the nerves making his hands shake. I felt my blood boil with a new and unknown anger as I thought back to that moment all but minutes ago. How he walked over, scaring the crap out of my best friend! I know for sure that now he is not just a man of immense power... He is a man that can control everything! He has all of the power.   

I growled in frustration as me feet slapped uselessly on the tarmac once I had exited the coffee shop. I stood huffing out an angry breath as I turned my head both ways, my eyes searching the ever growing crowd, squinting as the sun burned down over London.   

I had no idea where he could have gone. He could have gone home to his poky flat that he shares with his friend from Dublin who has a name completely unpronounceable. I closed my blue eyes pinching the bridge of my nose as thoughts whizzed through my tired mind, the headache I had tried to shake this morning getting the better of me yet again.   

"Louis?"   

My eyes snapped open and I felt my blood boil considerably more, as the sound of his drawling voice entered my ears, mixed with the rushed chat of people brushing passed me and the humming of cars. This was no time for him to be all nice and caring. He... And I hate to say this, because I do not like swearing much, but he is being a selfish bastard!    

"You are too arrogant for your own good Harry." I hissed, baring my teeth as I slowly turned round in the middle of the pavement, my eyes drawn to the stones I kicked softly as I scuffed my feet along the ground. I angrily ran a shaking hand through my hair, my eyes staring at his white shoes, completely refusing to rise and look into his teasing green eyes. My hand lowered to my side, both now clenching tightly into fists, my knuckles burning, turning the colour of snow. My jaw clenched in anger as he chuckled, his white shoes moving forward towards me.

Stand your ground.   

Stand your ground.   

A low growl erupted from the back of my throat, the closer his shoes came towards me. I could feel my heart beat raze, the adrenaline the anger was pulsing through me was starting to build coursing through my blood! I have never been caught so angry.

"I do not think you should say that to me." He growled, his shoes stopping only inches from mine, the sound of his heavy breathing mixing with the choking of car exhausts and the chatter of the morning people. My eyes burned into the ground my jaw clenching so painfully tight, willing myself to bite my tongue. My mother would be appalled at my anger.   

'Unleashing your anger on other people Louis is unacceptable!'   

I flinched as her voice flooded through my head. The fact that this was all but a distant memory seemed to frighten me. I swallowed thickly, finally using my voice.   

"Why not... Styles?" I spat, pulling my eyes to look into his. I was expecting us to have all but a slanging match in the middle of the City Centre, but alas he was not for public confrontation. I growled a loud throaty growl as his long fingers laced around my exposed wrist. 

"Come with me." He ordered, starting to move forward, but I was not about to go anywhere with him. I am not a dog, that will obey his every order and do what ever he wants me to! That Louis died, when he threatened my best friend.   

"No!" I stated, defiance flooding through me like a coursing river, my exposed skin burning from the heat of the sun and prickling from the touch of his skin on mine. My teeth were bared and it seems people liked a show, where as Harry did not look even the slightest bit amused. He stopped, turning his upper body, his curls it covered by his hat covering the majority of his face, hanging over his green eyes. The smirk sent chills down my spine, but I shook off the feeling, knowing this is what he wanted.