just an act~larry au

{chapter thirteen}

y'all are gonna hate my by the end of this but idk i like it and sorry for not updating in like a month stuff happened like vacation i hope you still love me as much as i love you guys

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"wait what? kill who? louis?"

"nothing. no one. it's fine. everything is fine."

"okay...do you know what time it is?"

harry attempted to pull his phone out of his pocket, but louis grabbed his wrist, and came up with an excuse as soon as he saw the fear in harry's eyes. he was scared of him. that he would hurt him.

"let's try to go screen-free. just us. we can watch a movie or something. just you. and me. no phones."

"louis, watching a movie is a screen. it's a giant screen."

"oh, well, whatever. you know what i mean."

"okay..." harry said, wondering why louis was acting so weird.

"so, you ready to go, babe?"

harry nodded absent mindedly, buckling his seat belt.

the rest of the car ride was silent. louis fiddled with the radio several times, and ended up singing along, but harry only bobbed his head to the beat.

louis turned off the car, and stepped out, and then opened up the door for harry, who muttered a small 'thank you' under his breath. louis thought something might be wrong, but he was actually trying to find out what was wrong with louis.

they had gone to louis' flat, so louis' unlocked it, ignoring the awaiting paparazzi, and let harry inside, following him in.

harry set his phone on the counter, and louis set his right beside it.

louis was about to ask harry what his favorite part was, and what movie they wanted to watch, but he was interrupted by the familiar ding of a text. louis looked over at his phone, but it wasn't his, and then he tried to put his hand over harry's to cover it up, but he had already seen it. and the first text.

niall: ask him about what he did when he was 18.

niall: seriously, you'll be glad i told you. time to get out of this horrible relationship.

harry's eyes trailed up from his phone to louis' eyes.

louis had seen the text, but still hadn't answered the question.

"louis, what-what did you do?"

"i-i don't know what you're talking about."

"louis, niall just texted me. we both saw it. is that why you didn't want me checking my phone?"

louis sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. harry sat down beside him, eager to know what he did. it couldn't be that bad. could it?

"i was drunk harry. it-it was a mistake."

"what kind of mistake? you can't just leave me here without telling me this giant thing that may or may not make me hate you."

"please, don't hate me. it would kill me. it's just-i was coming back from this big party, and i had a few of my friends with me, and we were all ready to go home. i was drinking and god, harry, it was so stupid. i was so stupid."

harry remained still on the couch, with his gaze staring at louis as he looked like he was about to fall apart.

"so, we all got in the car, me in the driver's seat. and i started to drive. but, along the way, there was this...this...this..."