Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

*hey guys! I'm sorry that this chapter is going to be short. I've had a really frustrating and crazy busy week. To top it off, I got super sun burned today. Okay so I want your opinions on what you think should be happening. Should Niall get with josh? Should there be yet another drama added in the next chapter? You decide! Please comment and vote. #Love *







Chapter 8






Harry's POV






I've been stuck at the hospital for two weeks. It's been dreadfully boring because I finally convinced Louis to go back to his normal routine. He couldn't just keep skipping work. I don't want him losing his job that he obviously loves.


Wow.


This love stuff is weird. I love Louis Tomlinson.


That's so strange to say. A year ago if someone were to come up to me and say "you're going to fall in love very soon," I would've laughed harshly in their face and flipped them off.

Yeah I'm just nice like that.


On the upside, Niall is alive. Yeah he visits me in my room sometimes. He's in a wheelchair thanks to the doctor, but he still does. He wasn't kidding though when he said no one cared for him. Apparently no one has come to visit him.

I feel so bad for the little leprechaun. He is so innocent! How could you not care about that face?! Lou got a bit jealous of Niall at first but he's slowly growing to accept our somewhat friendship.

So yeah, while Louis is at work I just chill back with Niall at the hospital.
That is, until Niall left yesterday. I got his number that I need to give to Louis since I don't have a phone, but now I'm bored. Lucky for me though I can leave as soon as Louis gets back. I'm gonna surprise him with that.

Right now I am wearing a white button up and sweatpants that Louis brought me. Yay no more filth clothes!


They even allowed me to shower here everyday which oddly enough, felt really good on my scars. I still sleep uneasy but when Louis comes, the dreams fade and I feel safe in his arms.

Wow I really love that boy. I just hope he won't leave me. I want him to be the one who never leaves me.

And of course, speak of the devil and he will show up.

"Hey Haz." He flashes me that heart stopping grin and presses a kiss to my forehead as he sits down on the bed next to me. Haz? I actually like that. A hint of a smile comes on my face and I rest my head on his shoulder. As the daily routine, he starts gently playing with my hair and humming softly.


This gives me time to look him over.
His hair is in his messy fringe that looks positively amazing. His face is tan and there's always that dazzling smile on it or a cocky smirk when he catches me staring. His lips are so full and soft. I bet they are amazing to be kissed.

Yes we haven't kissed yet, we've been focused on me getting out of this horrid place.

Okay back to gawking. His eyes are back to their bright dazzling blue.


Usually they are unreadable when we are around other people. But if its just me and him, I can tell exactly what's going on by his eyes. Right now they show contentment and a bit of excitement.


Hmm. What could he be excited about?

"Hey boo..." I whisper and look up at him. His eyes flicker down to meet mine with a loving smile that always captures my heart.

"What's up Harry?" He presses a light kiss to my head and sighs into my hair. I look up at him and bite my lip softly.

"I get to go now... The doctor said once you come back to get me, I can go as long as I rest." I mumble and nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling his scent.


What? I can't help it! His cologne smells really good.

I feel the bed dip and frown when I feel cold from Louis' presence leaving me. Then I feel warm again when I notice he lifts me up in his arms bridal style, allowing me to feel his muscles flex and ripple as he does so.

Wow this boy is fit.

"Good. You're coming home with me." He states and I can feel the determination that's buried in his voice.

But, I can't lie and say I wasn't hoping he would say that.

I nod in agreement and place a light kiss to his chest.


I can tell he's surprised because I heard him suck in a sharp breath.


My eyes slowly close and I allow myself to drift off in his arms, feeling him carry me out into the warm night to 'our' home.




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Louis' POV





No argument? No hesitation? This is no doubt the best day of my life. He agreed to move in with me. And here I was, planning out what I would say if he were to argue. I guess he finally got sick of living in the run down warehouse.

I can only imagine all the horrid memories that place must hold. Most of them are now littered across Harry's body as permanent scars. Especially that filthy lie on his back.


Just thinking about it has me shaking in anger. I take a deep breath though, and manage to keep myself calm. How could Harry not fight back though? Was he too scared? Or did he just admit defeat at a young age. Oh well, I don't want to pry.

I don't think I would be able to handle knowing the answer.

I carry Harry to my navy blue Bentley and gently lay him down on the passenger seat.

A small laugh escapes my lips when I hear him grumble and try getting comfortable in the seat.
Carefully, I get him buckled up then get in on my side and start driving to my house. I have everything set up and I can't wait to show him. I just really hope he likes it. It took me the entire two weeks to work on it.




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