Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Six Days

(I’m very very very sorry for not uploading in three weeks I got sick and had tests and stuff.)

Monique watched from the corner of the room as everyone chatted away. Fernando was going over a few steps with Niall last minute that really looked like was needed. She glanced over at Harry who was leaning against the wall buried in his phone as he shut the world out.

She furrowed her eyebrows. He’d been all up and ready to do something about Louis but now he was back to living on his phone. This wasn’t going to get anywhere if Harry was going to continue being a pussy.

She had to do something.

As so as soon as everyone started practicing and getting into place, Monique swiped Louis’s phone out of his little sports bag and stuffed it in her pocket.

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“Where’s my phone,” Louis exclaimed asking everyone and no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at him.

“It was in there," he said pointing at his bag, "who took my phone?” He whined again.

No one answered and continued chattering away. Louis scrambled through his duffle bag a good twenty times but still he couldn’t find it. He felt like he was going to explode with frustration when he felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Monique.

“I think Harry took it.”

Louis didn't even try to deny it. “Where is he?”

“I think he’s in the bathroom. He’s probably using it to take nudes just saying.”

Monique chuckled at her own comment while Louis ignored it and got up off his knees, marched towards the door and swung it open. There Harry was standing at the sink and washing his hands. Louis stomped towards him with his arm outstretched.

“Harry, give me my phone.”

The taller boy shot him a weird look in the mirror before he looked back down at the sink. The two hadn’t exchanged words in a long time and if Harry was surprised to see Louis talking to him, he didn’t show it.

“Give me my phone,” Louis repeated more aggressively.

“What phone I didn’t take your phone,” Harry said calmly still looking down as he shook his hands to get the water off. He walked over to the hand dryer his boots making clicking sounds on the tile floor.

“I know you have my phone just give it back,” Louis yelled trying to be heard over the noise of the hand dryer.

Harry didn’t even look at Louis and continued to stare at the wall and dry his hands. Louis was getting agitated. Why wouldn’t Harry look at him? Louis continued to stare at Harry hoping it would make him look at him but it didn’t. The longer Louis continued staring at him the more calmer he got. He’d had forgotten how tall Harry was and how attractive his backside could be.

Harry finally took his hands away from the dryer and wiped his hands one last time on his black shirt.

“I don’t have your goddamn phone stop accusing me for a thing I didn’t do,” Harry said sounding abboyed as he turned around to face Louis and this time looking him dead in the eye.

Something inside Louis tugged and it hurt. They were so close and it felt too familiar. They hadn’t looked each other in the eye in a long time. It was like all the old wounds were starting to open. His eyes were so green.  Louis forgot how pretty they were. He’d forgotten how pretty Harry was. How nice his jaw bone looked. It was all flooding back and Louis knew that from the pit of his stomach he shouldn’t let it so he let his mind slap him back.