A Big Larry Musical - Act 1

Act 1 - Chapter 3 - Let's Talk About Things That Matter

Songs for this chapter: One Thing, More Than This, Little Things
One Thing is cut because it's a reprise from the previous chapter.
Enjoy ^_^

Harry is standing still beside the school gate, his eyes closed, his hands clenched into fists when, suddenly, the rain stops falling on his curls and eyelashes, a warm hand on his back, rubbing gently.

"Is everything alright, mate?" Niall asks, his voice more like a whisper.
Harry shakes his head and look at his friend, seeing Zayn there as well, holding Niall's big rainbow umbrella over their heads, his eyes pointing where Nick's car just disappeared around the corner.
They take his arms, one each, and literally push him back inside the school, not leaving him the time to escape their grip. Not that he has the strength to do anything but cry right now. His chin is trembling so hard he has to keep it still with his own hand, fat tears already rolling down his cheeks.
They reach the bathroom near the gym, where they find Stan and Liam waiting for them.
Liam is over him in a sec, Nadine must have already spread the voice.
"What did you do to him?" he accuses, grabbing his tennis t-shirt, anger visible in his eyes.
"I..." Harry tries, but his voice is so broken he doesn't think he can speak.
"Hey, leave him alone for a sec, mate." Zayn intervenes, gaining a killing glare from Liam.
"Are you on his side now?" Liam shouts, while Zayn tries to free Harry from his grip. "Louis' our friend, we are supposed to have his back no matter what, you traitor".
Stan sighs and stands up, moving between Harry and Liam, putting his hands on the second boy's shoulders. "Yes, Louis' our friend. This means we know how overdramatic he is. Let the lad explains himself. We can judge later, okay?"
Liam nods and backs off a bit, without tearing his angry stare off Harry's face.
"C'mon man, what happened?" Niall offers and Harry sighs heavily, trying to normalize his breathing a bit.
"I..." he starts again, but tears really don't want to stop. He continues this time though, struggling to make his brain work long enough to form a coherent sentence.
"I was playing with Nadine. She... she w-wanted to make Matt j-jealous... a-and I thought it would have been fun, you know? He... L-Louis wasn't supposed to see that... he... he should have been at practice... but he s-saw and..."
Harry burst out in tears again, incapable to block the pain in his chest and head.
Stan puts a hand on Harry's forearm, squeezing gently. "It's okay pal. You did nothing wrong, it was innocent and Louis was already dealing with some bad thoughts on his own, he'll come around very soon, I promise"
"Which bad thoughts?" Harry asks and he sounds so genuinely worried that Liam finally relaxes, sitting on the floor, pleading for a cigarette.
"I have a couple of joints" Zayn mumbles and ten minutes later they're locked in in the bathroom smoking on the floor and talking about Louis.
"Just give him a couple of days" Stan says "I'm sure he'll come back to you very soon".
"If you say so" Harry replies. He thinks he has to do something, he has already sent Louis like a hundred texts to explain what happened and apologizing, but he didn't answer yet.
"He'll reply" Niall comforts him, rubbing his hand again on Harry's back which is soothing, really, but it also reminds him of how Louis used to do that to him and Harry doesn't really know if he should tell his mate to stop or not. He's so confused, mostly because Louis is with Nick now. What if he'll take advantage of the situation to make a move on Louis? What if he succeeds?
"He went away with fucking Nick Grimshaw" Harry blurts out and Liam's eyes visibly narrow at the name. If Liam doesn't like the lad, Harry is definitely going to Louis' home on the spot and break his big nose if he has to.
He is going to stand up and do that much when Stan's hand holds him back.
"I told you to wait. You already texted him. Just wait, please".
Harry doesn't know what to think. All he wants is to run to his boy and tell him everything he hasn't told him in the past five months. Because if there's anything he's sure of in this mess is that he loves Louis and that he wants him back.

***

Louis' laying on his bed, face down, cursing at himself for being a stubborn overdramatic idiot.
Nick is playing FIFA, laughing by himself at his incredible lack of skill. He's losing 31 to 0, Louis would have laughed at him too if he wasn't so upset.
It's been three days since he saw Harry with Nadine and he hasn't left his bedroom since then. He knows very well Harry hasn't had any intercourse with the cheerleader, he's just too ashamed of himself to show him his face. They texted a bit, Harry always asking him to meet him please, to let him explain but Louis avoided his pleadings every time, by changing the subject or, even worse, by not replying at all.
Nick has been there with him all the time, telling Louis that it's okay to be a Diva sometimes, that he can react as he wants to Harry's stupid behavior. In the very first day he has been completely on Louis' side, saying shitty thing about Harry, as any good friend would do when you're mad to the guy you're in love with, but now even Nick is just annoyed with Louis. Zayn, Stan, Niall, Liam and even Sophia texted him to tell him it was about time to get his shit together and go out of the house to meet Harry.
Louis just doesn't feel ready to face him, to see his beautiful curls and his green sparkling eyes and Oh God he has to do something before his own mind drives him even crazier than he already is.
"I'm gonna text him" Louis says to Nick, and the other boy sighs in relief. "It was about time" he cheers, and goes to sit near Louis on the bed.
Louis stares at the screen for a bit too long, but he can't come up with anything smart to say. Like, Harry begged him for three days straight to meet him and Louis has never said a thing. And now he is the one asking for it and he's scared Harry would give him the silence treatment, and Louis just wants to see him and hug him and tell him everything he hasn't told him yet.
Louis is walking on thin ice here, a wrong word and he can flush the toilet once and for all.
So he sends the most innocent text he could came up with, a simple "I'm ready to see you, If you still want to see me". And now he has just to wait for Harry's reply.
A whole hour passed and Harry hasn't checked his WhatsApp yet. Why isn't he checking his phone for God's sake? The message has been delivered, but the fucking checks are not turning blue and Louis is going mad.
"What are you doing now?" Nick half laughs at him, while Louis is upside down on his bed cursing at his phone.