Broken Repair (Larry Stylinson)

Pool Parties and Rejection

We continue to date like this for a few weeks. Mostly him taking me out to meals, and taking me out to the cinema. His management are quite clever, I think. It does make it look like the beginning of a new relationship.

We are getting closer every time I see him. He's relaxing around me, and it's nice. It's nice to think that we're friends, even if there is a contract over our heads.

There were still some difficult times. When we had to kiss, which sent the blood rushing round my body every time. Holding hands which made me tingle to my toes. It was becoming harder and harder to avoid it. I was sure I would fall. I would've already fallen if he felt the same way.

It would be so easy to fall. Like breathing.

But I couldn't allow it.

Mostly after him. But more importantly, I couldn't. Not with someone who didn't feel the same way.

I huff and roll onto my back, in the middle of my bed. The sun beats heavily through my window, warming me through my clothes and heating my skin. It was a lovely day. The perfect day for a barbecue. To walk through the park. To go swimming.

As if reading my thoughts, I receive a text.

From management: Pool party today. Liam's house. Lou will be with you shortly. Harry will pick you up at 1400hrs.

They still insisted on sending Lou to me. I'm sure I knew how they wanted me to dress. Although, I'm not sure on what to wear to a pool party. I don't have any swimming shorts.

I become self concious almost immediately. It would be the least I'd worn around Harry, apart from the incident with the towel. And then the thought crosses my mind. I would see Harry in swimming trunks.

I haven't ever seen him without his usual skinny jeans and tshirt or shirt. I knew he had some tattoos because he told me about them when we discussed mine.

I gulp.

How am I going to do this?

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"These ones?" Lou holds up a small pair of black swimming shorts. These had to be illegal. They were far too short.

"No way." I grumble. She smirks.

"Oh, no," She says, sarcastically. "I don't seem to have brought any others with me." I moan.

"Give them here." I snatch them from her, stomping to the next room to put them on. Sliding them up my legs, I pull them into position. I don't have a mirror in here, but I know they're too short. A few dark tattoos from the tops of my legs crept out from the shorts. I take my top off, and return to the lounge.

"Okay?" I grumble to Lou. "Happy?" She looks me up and down.

"I wish you had more confidence, Louis, darling," She says with a sad smile.

"What do you mean?" I reply, confused.

She shakes her head, packing her stuff up.

"Don't worry," She says. "Don't forget these clothes on top." She gestures to the black vest, and longer shorts. I immediately put them on, not wanting to stand here so... almost naked.

She pulls me into a hug, which initially shocks me.

"You're a very attractive young man. Don't let what others have said keep you down." She says, and leaves me.

Wow.

I don't know how to take that. I never did take compliments well.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door bell ringing. I take a deep breath, grab my phone, and go to answer the door.