the flat. (larry stylinson)

part twelve: past (part two).

flashback in italics

Mr. Malik was closing down a bit early today. He wanted to go see Zayn, which he hasn't seen in four days. Louis could tell Harry was envious. He wished that his dad would drop work to see him, but with the deal going on, he knew his dad couldn't. Mr. Malik was gonna take the bus to Tommo Flats, but Louis declined.

Louis insisted. "You can ride with me and Harry." Louis smiled, nudging the older man. "You'll have to sit in the backseat, however. My Harold sits up with me."

Harry blushed as Mr. Malik shook his head and nodded. The three walked out of the bar, toward the car. As usual, Louis held onto Harry's bicep with his head down, letting Harry guide him to the car. It was Harry's turn to open Louis' door which made Louis blush because he was so used to opening it for Harry. Mr. Malik was getting the car, but Harry ran around to hold the door for him too. Harry was a gentleman.

Louis pulled off, heading toward his flat building in Manhattan. The bar was in Queens. As the three zoomed over the expressway, Louis looked through his rear view mirror and saw Mr. Malik fell asleep in a matter of five minutes.

Louis nudged Harry, pointing to the back. Harry looked and the two snickered at how fast he fell asleep. "I can't wait to get home." Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I'm so sore from the butterfly tattoo. It's been bugging me."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Louis said, rolling his eyes. He sassily sucked his teeth and looked out his window before regaining focus on the rode. "Let's get some more ointment for your tattoo."

"But I have some at ho-"

Louis gave him a pointed look and Harry stopped talking. "Harold, you're lucky I like when you talk." Louis said, a grin plastered on his face. "Or I would have killed you by now."

Harry grabbed Louis' cheek and laughed. "I'd like to see my smol hedgehog try."

Louis wished Stan never agreed to come to New York.

Louis escaped from the place he was hiding out from his dad. Stan was set to come to New York by the next day and he was excited. Louis couldn't go back to the flat building his father owned because that's where he'd die. So, he called up Liam for a quick chat.

Liam answered, panting hard. "What Louis!"

Louis automatically knew that Liam was having sex, probably at some party. After Liam had a pregnancy scare with a stranger at a party, he thought Liam would learn his lesson.

"Louis, what the fuck do you want this late?" Liam growled.

At the time, Liam was drinking and partying too much. He wasn't himself.

Louis was taken back, but he decided to continue. "Liam...my dad found out about me being gay." Louis mumbled, tears stinging his eyes. He heard Liam shuffling. "I-I have no where-"

"Come over right now." Liam demanded, shuffling again. "No if, ands, or buts. Now, my love."

"I don't have my car, Liam." Louis said, hating that he's working Liam so bad.

Liam felt bad. "I've been drinking, I can't come get you."

"I'll walk it." Louis said.

"From where?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged. "I don't know where I am."

Liam cursed under his breath, growing again. "Fuck it, I'm coming."