Misery (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 8

(A/N: thank you for 250+ reads! I know that is definitely not much, but it means a lot to me.
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And of course, as a New Yorker, today is a tragic day. Rest in peace to those who lost their lives 12 years ago and lets honor those who risked their lives helping out.)




(Lou POV)

Louis loved how he and Harry smiled at each other in the hallway and waved, and he loved how he would stop by to see Harry whenever he got the chance and they would tell each other stupid stories and make gay jokes. And he loved how he was able to be fully open with Harry, unlike with Liam and Niall where he'd have to make sure he didn't talk about hot guys or anything too personal.

But atop all, he loved how Harry was comfortable with him. It made him feel so special that someone with extreme social anxiety and trust issues could come to him.

"Faggot, get out my way!" Josh called.

Louis didn't budge.

"Hey faggot! Move! I need to score."

Louis looked at Niall and Liam and could tell that they were about to kill Josh. Louis remembered begging them not to say anything or get involved or he'd never forgive them. That scared them enough to leave it.

"Hey look, Gaylord. There's a cock over there that needs to be sucked. Go get em, faggy!"

Anger coursed through Lou's veins. He couldn't take this anymore, he just couldn't. "I'm not moving."

"Okay, Rosa Parks. I don't know what you hope to accomplish-"

"Call me Louis."

Josh put his hand against his hip and laughed wryly. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"My name is not Gaylord, or faggot, or cock-sucker. My name is Louis. Louis William Tomlinson. Unless you call me by my name, I will not budge. Because when you call me fag, you aren't referring to me," Louis clenched his teeth, every ounce of him wanting to reach out and strangle the life out of Josh.

"Fucking smart ass. You think you're so amazing, standing up for your pixie community. Move, or I will punch you out of the way," Josh threatened, waving around his fist in the air so Louis could see it. Josh approached Louis, his face red with anger. Louis looked through the corner of his eye to see Liam and Niall calling Coach.

Louis doubled over when he felt a blow to his stomach. The rest of the team was so engaged in whatever drill they were doing that they couldn't even take a moment to see what was going on.

"Devine!!" Coach screamed, "What the hell? That's twice in one week you've harassed a student. Leave practice right now!" she ordered, slamming her hand against her clipboard. Louis looked around, at everyone staring at him now, suddenly. It wasn't at all a win for Louis because practice was about to end in ten minutes. Josh was Coach's star player, making him the favorite of everyone so nobody messed with him.

Louis kicked around the footballs, ignoring Niall and Liam's pity comments being yelled to him from behind. He watched the dirt fly off his cleats, traveling feet away and landing. Anger surged through him. He couldn't do this anymore. He dropped to his knees, breathing heavily.

"Louis, Louis we can't be not protecting you," Niall kneeled next to him, cleaning dirt off the football with his bare hands.

"If you dare make me seem like a pussy, coming to my defense, I will not forgive you," Louis snapped, feeling remorseful right after he said it but he did mean it.

"No!" Liam yelled, "What would you do in our position? We can't see you getting hurt."

"I don't care what I would do in your position! Because I'm not there!"

His iPhone shone with a new text.

{ From: Harry Styles
Meet me @ your dorm in 10? Pls? :) xx}

He smiled, knowing that this would be the only happy part of his entire day.

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"Harry?" Louis was running to his dorm, 723, without his shoes on because he didn't want to get yelled at by a professor for messing up the hall with dirt.

"Hey, Lou," Harry opened the door, and it was a little weird to have someone else open his dorm for him.

"What... What is this?" Louis laughed, looking at his spotless, clean dorm. His bed was free of mud and dirt and it was perfectly made. The pillows had been fluffed, Louis could tell, without a single beer bottle on the floor.

"I've really been thinking about the medication thing," Harry smiled, "and I think it's my only shot, so I made an appointment with your mum. And I figured I kind of owe you for helping me."

"You didn't have to. Really, you didn't. Honestly, with Niall living here I can't tell how long it'll last, but thanks so much!" Louis opened his arms awkwardly to Harry, who smiled and walked into them. Louis only then realized the true size difference with them. His head had to be turned sideways to keep from colliding nose-first with Harry's chest. But Harry was so warm and soft, and it felt really nice.

"Would you come with me to the appointment?" Harry offered. Louis jumped at that, because he missed his mum so much and they'd finally get to see each other again. Also, he wanted to help Harry out and all.

"Thanks Louis," Harry smiled, and Louis would never get over the fact that Harry's smile was so genuine. It felt so good that Harry was comfortable around him. But, also, Louis was comfortable around Harry, too.

(A/N~ this chap was really short, I'm sorry, I promise I won't make anymore chapters this short again. K? K. Ily.

xx A xx )