I thought you loved me *A Larry Stylinson Fanfic*

Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

*Harry’s POV*

It had been about an hour since Niall called and my thoughts have been occupied with what he said before... Was what I did that bad? I sighed and stood up from my comfortable position on the grass beneath me. I still don't know how I got to this... Field thing.

I quickly stretched and started to walk to a near gate where I supposed a road would be which should soon lead me to our shared house.

*A lot of walking time later*

I sighed heavily as I reached the door. Gosh my feet hurt like hell! I turned the door handle and walked inside, quickly hearing the sobs from the upstairs room which I knew were Louis'. While I was walking I quickly made a plan that was going to help in cheering Louis up so he isn't angry at me any more. I ran up the stairs becoming more and more worried about Louis by the second. God, why is he so sad?

I just don't get it. I was mean, but not that mean... I was snapped out of my thoughts as Niall burst out of Louis room.

"HOLY CRAP NIALL WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" I yelled, jumping back in surprise."WELL, I DON'T KNOW HARRY. MAYBE IT'S THAT LOUIS HAS BEEN CRYING IN HIS ROOM FOR 2 F*CKING HOURS AND YOU ARE JUST OUT DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT!" he yelled back angrily.

"What? What’s going on?" I asked. His features softened as he sighed. He walked up closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"Jay has cancer."

*Louis' POV*

"HOLY CRAP NIALL WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" I heard Harry yell in shock.”WELL I DON'T KNOW HARRY. MAYBE IT'S THAT LOUIS HAS BEEN CRYING IN HIS ROOM FOR 2 F*CKING HOURS AND YOU ARE JUST OUT DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT!" Niall yelled back clearly angry.

"What? What’s going on?" Harry asked back, clearly confused. The tears slid down my cheeks as I heard a short pause. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to hear the next words... But Niall needs to learn how to whisper... "Jay has Cancer." I let out a strangled sob as I heard the soft words from Niall. I blocked out all of the other noises only concentrating on my own thoughts about my mum. I saw the door fling open and a nearly crying Harry run in and tackle me into a hug.  

I snapped back from the trance I was in as I heard Harry repeating "I'm so sorry baby! Please, god, I'm SO sorry!" He pleaded, now freely allowing tears to flow. I hugged back with all the strength I had forgetting about the fact he wasn't here for me when I needed him most. I heard the front door close, assuming it was Niall.

"Please Lou. Please let me make it up to you. I'm so so sorry,” he said quietly, a few tear falling from his eyes. I nodded softly giving in. He looked me in the eyes, trying to pick up any emotion; I guess all he saw was sadness. I leaned in slightly hoping for him to get the message that I wanted to kiss him. He leaned in more, attaching his lips to mine.

My hands found their way to the back of his head lightly pulling on his... Half curls... as I felt him moan softly. I smiled slightly. That has always been Harry’s weak spot.   His hands roamed my chest and slowly moved around to my back quickly pulling the t-shirt from over my head, only breaking the kiss for a millisecond.

I returned my lips to his and fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. I quickly unbuttoned them all but not daring to break the kiss.  

His lips wondered from my own, down to my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot. Feeling me tense, he started kissing the spot repeatedly, and, hearing me moan softly, smiled against my skin and continued to leave a love bite. Sucking and nibbling on the now-raw skin.

  Happy with his work, he ran his tongue over it and pulled back, his lips finder their way back to mine.

“Please babe, let me make it up to you,” Harry mumbled in his low, rough voice.