Not My Type - A Larry Fanfiction

15: Very possible.

Harry woke up the next morning with a weird pain in his arse. He grunted when he tried to get up, but bumped into someone whilst doing that. Louis’ arm was thrown over Harry’s body and he was slightly snoring. The curly boy lied back down next to Louis and moved a couple hair streaks out of his face, causing Louis to flutter his eyes open.

“Harry?” Louis murmured with a raspy morning voice.

Harry smiled and placed a kiss on Louis’ cheek. The small brunet’s cheeks flushed red as he felt Harry’s warm lips press against his cheek. The green eyed boy started to shut his eyes back but a vibration on his nightstand woke him up.

He turned around slowly and grabbed his phone, looking at the text message he had just received.

Meet me in the park next to your house in 30. Don’t bring Louis and definitely don’t be late.

The ID of the person was unknown and Harry was panicking. How the heck will he be able to walk all the way to the god damn park with this pain in his arse? Harry grunted and stood up slowly. He let out a soft whimper of pain and Louis stood up next to him.

“Babe? You alright?” Louis asked, one hand on Harry’s back and another on his bare chest.

Harry was going to say yes, but hesitated. “My arse hurts,” he whimpered as he got up.

“Oh babe, come here,” Louis said, grabbing Harry into a hug. “Anyways, where are you going?”

“I, uh, well I have a friend who told me to go somewhere with him in 30 minutes, I swear it won’t be long, don’t worry boo. Just stay here, okay?” Harry commanded.

Louis nodded slowly, unsure of this all. He saw Harry get dressed slowly because of the pain and saw him leave the room, breathing loud of keep him whimpers in.

Harry drove towards the park, because heck, he ain’t walking there that’s for sure. He parked and walked towards the middle of the park and sat on a bench, sighing in exasperation.

This park was beautiful. Trees everywhere with coloured leafs who are finishing of falling on the ground, benches who seemed intact and the grass that is always perfectly cut.  He sighed as he waited for whoever is coming to arrive.

In the meantime, Louis wasn’t pleased. Harry forgot his phone (not surprisingly) and Louis may or may not have read the message. And let’s just say Louis wasn’t going to let Harry talk to some random stranger who seems pretty menacing.

He hopped out of bed and got dressed quickly and ran to the park. He wore a hoodie to hide his face as he sat somewhere where he could see Harry wait.

-

“Harry,” a voice said, startling Harry from his thoughts.

In front of him stood a well built boy who couldn’t be any older than him with black hair and a quiff and tattoos on his arms.

“Z-Zayn?”

Zayn nodded, smirking to himself.

“Look, I’m just going to cut to the point. Want to know why I don’t approve of you and Louis?”

Harry’s eyes flew wide open and he nodded frantically.

“Then you need to tell me a couple things. 1: Did you have sex with Louis? 2: Did he ever tell you he loved you?”

“Um, this is kind of personal I don’t want-“

“Okay so that is a yes to both,” Zayn affirmed. “Okay listen up curly, if you want to be able to wake up next morning without fifty thousand broken bones you’re going to end it with Louis. Understood?”

In the meantime, Louis was running towards Zayn and Harry as he saw Zayn approach Harry menacingly.

“Zayn get the fuck away from him!” Louis yelled pushed Zayn away.

“You brought Louis? I told you not to you little fucker,” Zayn said to Harry, who was trying to pull Louis away from Zayn.

“Louis stop it!”

“He didn’t bring me, I just recognized your phone number you idiot,” Louis shoved him. “Get. The fuck. Away. From. Him. Got it? And whatever the fuck your reason is I LOVE HIM. Not you, him. Now get over it and leave.”

Zayn snorted and ran off. Leaving Harry confused and Louis angry. The angry brunet turned around and buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck and hugged him, appeasing his anger. Harry hugged back and kissed his head.

“I love you so much Harry, promise me you won’t hide things from me again,” Louis pleaded.

“I promise boo, and I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“Very possible.”

Louis got on his tippy toes and planted a soft kiss on Harry’s lips.

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