Dark (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Next day.

"You have to be joking me." Marcus spoke disbelievingly.

"I wish I was."

My head sunk down into my hands, a deep sigh falling out of my mouth. When I raised my head the other two guys were staring at me. Casper slowly spun round on my desk chair, his face gave off the impression he was deep in thought.

"Well, what are you going to do?" Marcus asked.

He was sat beside me at the top of my bed, our backs leaning against the headboard.

"There's not much I can do, he knows where I live."

My bedroom door flung open to reveal a panting George. He bent down undoing his laces before slipping his shoes off. His hands went through his hair, fixing it.

"Sorry I'm late, what did I miss?"

He dropped his bag to the floor before climbing onto the bed and crossing his legs. He looked at me expectantly but Casper cut in.

"Louis is being stalked by a scary guy, who followed him home, saw him in his underwear then turned up in his kitchen next morning and he's now like best friends with his Dad." Casper's words poured from his mouth.

George's eyes grew wide. His head turning from face to face.

"Oh and he's going on a date with him tonight." Casper finished.

"W-what?"

His head shook to take everything in. There was a silence for a few seconds.

"Harry followed you home? I knew we should have stayed with you that night!" George threw his arms up.

"Can't you just tell him no?" Marcus asked.

"But he knows where I live now, and my Dad thinks he's the best thing ever. You should have heard him yesterday, he was so happy. And besides, we all know about his reputation, I don't want anyone I care about to get hurt."

Casper planted his feet the floor at my words, ceasing his nervous spinning.

"Well, what about you getting hurt?" He spoke quietly.

I placed my hand over my eyes, wishing I had never met Harry. This couldn't possibly get any worse. My mind wandered, I still had no idea where he was even taking me on our "date". I used the term "date" loosely as I had no desire to spend an evening with him, knowing full well it was probably just an opportunity for him to feel me up. I leaned into Marcus' shoulder as he wrapped his arm round my shoulders.

"It's going to be alright." He tried to reassure me.

But something in his tone made me think she wasn't convinced by her own words.

***

I scrolled through Twitter on my laptop, lying on my front with my ankles cross in the air. A wave of anxiety swept through my body as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It wouldn't be long until the torture of seeing Harry would begin. My fingers eased through my hair which was still a little damp from the shower.

"Louis?" My Dad called through the door.

"Come in."

He pushed the door open, his smile fading when he saw me sprawled out on the bed.

"Why aren't you dressed? Harry's going to be here soon."

I felt like rolling my eyes, if only he knew what he was really like. He started to walk over to my wardrobe, but I quickly stopped him. I scrabbled off the bed, stepping in front of him.

"Dad, I can do it." I huffed.

"Don't be too long."

Once he had closed my bedroom door behind him I fell back onto my bed. I cursed quietly under my breath. My head turned sharply, my phone buzzing beside me. I picked it up and opened the text.

From: Harry

I'm taking you out for dinner. Wear something sexy. H x

I didn't reply, throwing my phone onto my duvet as I opened my drawers. I tugged out a t shirt, deemed it more handsome than sexy. My hands went to the hem of my t shirt I'm wearing but I stopped myself before removing it. Glancing over to the window, my hands yanked the curtains shut. I quickly undressed, chucking my clothing to the floor before hopping round and pulling up my skinny jeans.

My hair fell messy as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had applied some gel in my hair, looking it neater and darker. I took in a deep breath which puffed out in a sigh.

"Shit."

I jumped up as I heard my phone vibrate again. I forced down the lump in my throat as my fingers clasped round it. To my relief it was a text from Casper.

From: Casper

Be careful, the boys and I are thinking of you. :)

A small smile spread across my face knowing that they were there for me. I placed the phone in my pocket along with my keys and some money. My eyes darted over to the clock. Harry would be here in about 10 minutes, I felt like my heart was in my mouth. I hated it. I was like waiting to take an exam or sitting in the doctor's office knowing you had to have an injection.

My ears perked up upon hearing a call pull up outside. I stumbled to the window, peeking out from behind the curtain. Harry stepped down from the large vehicle before slamming the door behind him. I grabbed my jacket from the chair. Pulling on my shoes I yanked the door open to my bedroom. The sooner this is over, the better.

"Louis! Harry's here."

"Alright!" I snapped.

I didn't mean to be so harsh, but he whole situation was really getting to me. Reluctantly, I descended the stairs to find my Dad stood in the living room doorway waiting for me.

"You look good." He smiled.

"Thanks Dad."

Both our heads twisted to where the knocking was coming from. He gave me a hug before gently nudging me to the front door. I turned my head just in time to see him disappear, leaving me alone in the hallway. I drew in a deep breath, trying to prepare myself. It wasn't much use though; I don't think any amount of preparation would have helped me. My trembling hand caught hold of the handle. I opened the door to reveal a tall figure, a dimpled smile spread across his face.

"Hello, Precious."