red stone heart {l.s} • needs editing

chapter eight

"So you and Louis are fucking?"

"Niall!"

"Oh god.."

"What? Louis said that?" Harry tone was harsh, he stared at the three boys with hard eyes. No one dared to speak until Harry added, "if someone doesn't explain whatever the hell you are talking about, you're all kicked out."

Immediately, Niall began talking. "Well Liam and I were just wondering how you seem to hate each other but you were just cuddling."

"How did that lead to us fucking?"

Louis kept his eyes cast down, scared to see Harry's face show how mad he sounded.

"I never said I hated Louis. If Louis hates me, then that's something we need to work out. not you two. Louis," Louis slowly raised his head to meet Harry's emerald eyes, "if you told them we would be having sex or that you hated me then we need to arrange so that you will be moving out."

Louis took a deep breath in, looking at Harry with wide eyes. Everything had been going well. No one had been kicked out since the last time which seemed to have happened ages ago. The family would have a peaceful dinner every single night, with polite conversation too. Movie nights were consistent, at least once a week.

Harry turned back to Liam and Niall, breaking eye contact, "You are expected to tell me if Louis says or even dares to think that I would ever have sex with that."

Louis couldn't help the lump in his throat. He couldn't help that he felt betrayed. He couldn't help that he had hope.

Louis cleared his throat and stood slowly. "I think I should get some rest. Enjoy the movie," He said shakily before scrambling up the stairs.

Deadly, Liam stared into Harry's eyes. "You're such a douche bag. How could you say that? 10 minutes ago, you were curled up on the couch with him cozy in your neck and now, to you, he's a thing? Niall and I were just curious, Harry! He didn't say anything! He refused to say shit about you until you came back. Why the hell did you take a stupid joke between friends so damn seriously? You fucking terrified the boy! I don't know why the hell we still live with you but I damn sure know that the second we get enough money to get our own house, we're moving far away from you, Styles." Liam stood, bumping into Harry's shoulder as he walked past. Harry turned quickly at Liam's action, giving him a stone cold glare. Liam gazed into Harry's eyes, "and don't doubt for one second that I won't take Louis with me, asshole."

Harry's jaw clenched, face emotionless. Niall sighed watching his boyfriend storm up the stairs and into Louis' room.

"You fucked up this time, Harry. Liam and I aren't actually going anywhere. He just said that. But what you said about Louis, right in front him not to forget, was completely uncalled for. He was the innocent one, Harry. He didn't say anything. He said he didn't know and got shy when we mentioned your name. We were just kidding around. I don't know where your head is at but honestly you wouldn't have gotten so defensive about something so small if it wasn't messing with your head behind the scenes. I know it's been awhile but you need to move on. You can't stay angry forever. It's useless. I promise. Especially when you have someone that lives right across the hall willing to do everything for you. Get it together, Harry. I'm not sure how much longer of this we can take. Or anyone for that matter. You need to apologize. Now."

Harry sighed, his chest heavy and eyes filled with tears. Niall had never seen Harry so vulnerable. "I know," Harry whispered, "I love him."

Niall sighed, "I know you do. I knew you did when you told us about how you found him. Your eyes never gleam, Harry. Not like when you talked about him. I knew you had to. You can say a lot of things, Haz. You can pretend but your eyes never lie. They can't for you. Just be happy, Harry. Take your chance. He's right there, up the stairs. He's here," Niall comforted.

Solemnly, Harry nodded.