[REWRITING] Help Me So I Can Rise Again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 15 - Perfect Connection *Mature*

okay, so basically my friend wrote this smut for me bc I suck lol

I LOVE YOU GUYS

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What the hell is he thinking?

He can't just walk around and be like 'oh I love you, Louis Tomlinson' because deep inside he knows that he'll regret it soon, because he probably don't actually love me and oh my god, why do I care so much?

Oh yeah.. I should help him, not push him down. 

Oh god, I'm such an idiot. Oh well, he's too. 

But I really do care about him..

Or do I?

Do I care or do I just pity him?

I want to believe that I care, but I'm really not sure. Everything goes way too fast right now. I just got to know him and I'm already in a deep, deep shit. Like seriously. This isn't what it should be. 

I should be happy that I found a person who I love. 

Wait, I don't love him.

Fuck, I do love him. 

I love him way too much for my own good. 

Okay, I need to talk to him.  Like, now. 

I take my phone and I pick his number. Thank god I saved it once. 

One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings. C'MON, ANSWER ME!

"What you want?" cold voice answers and that voice belongs to Harry.

"Where are you?" I ask simply. 

"In my home, why?" 

"I really need to talk to you right now, so please, don't be so rude to me" 

"Talk now" he says and I sigh. 

"I want to see you and talk to you face to face. I'll be there in ten" I say.

"But-" 

"No, I'll be there" I say and I hang up as I walk to my mother's car. 

*at Harry's*

I knock the door and Harry comes to open it immediately. 

"Hey" I say and I notice he's shirtless. 

That's gonna make this easy..

Hahahahahahaha. 

No. 

"Hey, come in" he says and lets me in. 

We go to living room. I sit on the couch and I take a deep breath as he sits next to me. 

"So.. What you wanted to to talk about?" he asks.

"About you and your so called love to me" I say. 

"Well I don't want to talk about it if you don't feel the same" he says and sighs loudly. 

I sigh too. 

"What if I feel the same?"

He turns his head eyes wide open. 

"W-What?" he asks. "Do you love me? Really?"

 "Maybe I do" I say and I smile at him. 

He looks so surprised. 

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" he asks soon. 

"No, why would this be? I've been bullied, I know how it feels and I don't want that feeling to anyone. Believe me" I say and I tap his bare shoulder and he shivers a little.