taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

42.

Harry doesn't know how it happened, honestly, but one minute he's doing indoor rock climbing and having a laugh with Liam and the students, then the next, he's in a screaming match with Louis.

It was over something pointless; Louis thought that Harry had been flirting with one of the camp instructors while getting help with his harness. The instructor happened to be, ironically, a gay woman by the name of Ashley, but Louis insisted that Harry had been spewing charisma and charm toward her throughout the entire day.

"Louis, I don't know how many times I'm going to have to explain to you that she's into girls. If you hadn't noticed, you're the only person I'm into as of now, and you're the only one that I want." Harry tried to explain calmly, but his patience was running thin; especially since Louis wasn't listening to a word he said — his stubbornness happened to be in control of the conversation. "If you'd just listen to me for a second—"

"As of now? Do you plan on finding someone else later then? Preferably a girl by the name of Ashley?" Louis shouted, and there was really no hope in getting through this argument for Harry but he wasn't the type to give up immediately.

He knew what he was in for when Louis said that he forgot his medicine, though he didn't think that he'd witness it up close and personal.

They were in Harry's cabin and it was twelve in the morning, which meant that if Louis got any louder, he could wake up the sleeping students next door.

Harry had been brushing his teeth when Louis knocked on his door, demanded for Harry to tell him 'what the hell he was trying to prove today', then invited himself inside without awaiting for an answer. It had been abrupt, and Harry believed that this had been the first time he didn't want to be in the same room with the man.

"Louis, I don't know what you want me to say. I have already told you the truth, and you're twisting my words around. I don't plan on finding anyone else later because, again, you're the only person that I want." Harry retorted, his voice slightly raised. "You're being irrational."

Louis, who had been pacing in front of Harry, stopped and glared at him in anguish, then gave a dry laugh. "I'm being irrational? Oh really? And you must think you're so much better than me, right? You must think I'm insane, and you're making me jealous to make me upset again; I know it. You want me to be like this, don't you? I can see right through you."

"Why would I want you to be upset? Why would I want to be yelled at by you at fucking twelve in the morning? Don't you think I would have went for a more civil approach for your attention? The one time I give you space, I'm still doing something wrong."

Louis jabbed his finger in the air toward Harry, who stood still with his hands shoved in the pockets of his pajama pants to avoid fidgeting. He really didn't expect this argument to start, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than go to sleep. "Don't you dare play the victim."

"I'm not. I just— Louis, what do you want from me?" Harry inquired, and that shut Louis up quicker than expected, so he kept going. "You know I'd do anything for you; you know that there's no one that I adore more than you; and you know that I'm yours without actually being yours. I can't function when I'm away from you for too long, and I think that I might even. . .I might even love you."

It doesn't unintentionally slip this time. This time, Harry meant it, and he wasn't going to take it back. (Not that he could since it's out there now, and you could practically cut the tension with a knife, but it's whatever). (It also doesn't help that Louis stared at him as if he just spoke some foreign language, but he's fine).