Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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Scene 25 - i definitely need to urinate. Tomlinson-Johnson house. 1:45 am. Santa Cruz, California.

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I've been laying on the couch like a potato all day. After I left Kenna's house, I found Harry in my kitchen. I went to lay down on the couch and accidentally nudged Harry with my shoulder. It was very awkward, we made eye contact for a few seconds before I pulled my shoulder around him harshly.

After that I just layed here and watched tv for around ten hours. I haven't moved, I haven't gotten dressed, I'm still in the black hoodie and white t shirt I've been in all day, I haven't even peed, which I really need to do.

Eventually I decide that I need to get up. I definitely need to urinate, but I also need to sleep. Laying here and thinking about him isn't helping anything. It's frankly making everything worse. I got too close, I knew he'd burn me. I knew it the moment I saw him, in the pizza parlor. He walked in with such importance. Those kind of people, the important ones, are always sad. I'm not one of those people. I'm a person who wants love, I want to grow up and get married, have children. Grow old with someone. I want the simple things.

But Harry, he's an emotional wreck. Creativity and originality stems from people like that. The world changes because of people like that, but they're always sad. And I'm not sure if that's who I want to be.

My bladder stabs at me as I fall into this deep crevasse of thought, so I slowly stand up. I've put it off too long because the pain I feel in my lower stomach is ridiculous.

I pee for what seems like ten minutes straight after I turn the television off. I'm standing in a zebra print blanket, which was Shelby's, as I'm peeing and my eyes are glossy and tired.

I shuffle up the stairs slowly, I've barely walked today so my body is naturally tired.

I look behind me to check for a serial killer or a monster as I walk towards Shane and I's bedroom door. I slam into something, I assume it's just the door, but instead of a handle, I feel something squishy and soft in my hand.

I turn my neck in the direction of whatever I slammed into and find Harry's eyes glowing down at me. "Ew!" I scream in a hushed voice and fling my wrist back and forth as if his penis germs will fly off.

"Shh." He says, placing his hand over my mouth to hush me. Which would be hot if he hadn't ended things with me for no reason. "Your cousin's sleeping, in fact, your whole family is sleeping in this house so don't wake them up."

"In case you haven't noticed, I know your simple, but we aren't sneaking around anymore. You ended that and I don't want it anymore, so I don't care if they wake up. I kind of want them to so I don't have to speak to you any longer." I snap. I'm over it, yeah he's still all I think about and I want to fuck the hell out of him, but he shouldn't be in my life. He's too, Harry. You know? He'll just make it so much more messy.

"Louis, you and I both know you're lying." Harry rolls his eyes, I was just about to open my mouth and defend myself, but Harry starts talking again. I'm kind of grateful for that though, because I know I'm lying and I'm not sure what I would come up with as an excuse. "I was just going to go pee. I went down earlier but heard you peeing, that took about four hours so I went up here to wait and I was just about to leave, until you slammed into me."

"Oh." I look to the floor. "Well, I'll be on my way then." I start to walk to the couch again, I didn't know Harry was here, but now that I know he is, I can't sleep in my bed. He'll be in it. Yikes, I'm gonna have to wash the sheets after he leaves, I would rather not smell him every time I lay my head on my pillow.

"Wait." Harry grips my elbow, I turn around and meet his gaze. "Can I explain myself?"

I don't answer. I secretly want to hear Harry's reason for dumping me like I'm nothing. But I'm also frightened, what if it's bad.

"I just, I really want to be friends with you. I don't think I can handle anything more. My life is going to go a certain way, and I don't think a relationship with you will allow that to happen." He sighs and looks me up and down. "God." He groans to himself. "Is that alright with you? I need boundaries in my life."

"Sure." I say with a small smile. Honestly, friends isn't so bad. I like Harry, and my problem has been that he's too emotional and dramatic for a relationship, but friends is okay. We won't have to deal with the crazy stuff, like figuring each other out, instead we can just appreciate who the other is. Simply that. "Okay." I smile, showing my teeth this time.

"Okay." He smiles a toothy smile back. We stare at each other for a few moments, little chuckles and blushes flying every so often before Harry looks to the floor, smile still present on his face, dimples peeking out. "Anyway, I've been holding in this piss for a long time so I should go, you know, urinate."

"Yup." I nod with a fond smile on my lips. My eyes look over his features. His mouth is my favorite part about him. It's so pretty, his teeth are perfect, lips so pink, dimples make it even more prominent. "You should go, you know, urinate."

"Yeah.." Harry says slowly, the cute smile still there. We gaze at each other for a few more seconds before he shakes his head and runs off like a little kid.