Take Me To Church(Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Haz wake up." I turned the other way ignoring the annoying voice. "Harry!" He whined. "Please wake up. My phone died." he whined.

"And your telling me why?" I opened my eyes to look at him, I shifted my sight to see if mum was in the room but she wasnt.

"Will you let me use your phone?" He gave me a puppy dog face but I turned away before I could give in.

"No." He started whimpering. "No." I repeated.

"Come on Harry, please, I need to text Liam." I smirked.

"I thought you didn't care about Liam?"

"I don't, just...." He looked at the floor. "I have to see if he misses me."

"Oh God." I laughed. "He has you whipped and you have him wrapped around your little finger."

"Isn't that the same thing?" He asked confused. I shrugged not really knowing. "Well anyways NO I AM NOT. It's just I don't want him fucking other people and getting diseases and stuff." He said crossing his arm over his chest.

Cough. "Whipped." Cough. He hit me and glared. "Why don't you just use your extra battery?" His face lit up but then he groaned and a frown replaced his excitement.

"That was my extra battery." I rolled my eyes and put my pillow over my head. Thank God I had brought one. Unlike Niall. "Harry please." He begged. I sighed as I dug through my suitcase that i had set near me the night before. I took out the rectangular device and shoved it in his face. It facepalmed him and he groaned. "Little shit, but thank you." He got up and started texting Liam.

I tried to go back to sleep but failed. I sat up and looked at Niall, he was only in boxers, showing me all his tattoos. "Hey Niall? Where's mum?"

"She's with Jay, said she was gonna help cook or somethin' like that?" He said never once looking up at me.

"Oh, hey Niall should I wear this?"

"Mhmm looks good on you." Once again he didnt look up. I groaned and snatched the phone from him.

"Harreh!" He whined.

"Look at me!" He whimpered and nodded. "Now does this look good on me?" I said spinning. I had on a white v-neck and some black skin tight jeans.

"You look hot..." He eyed me. "In a non sexual way.....Cause you know I'm your brother and..."

"Okay I get it." I threw the phone back at him and he smiled. "I thought you said Zayn was hot?"

"He is." he shrugged.

"Hotter than Liam?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Hell yea. Might just get him into bed with me." He winked. Although I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"Keep in mind these people don't take homosexuals to lightly." He scoffed but smirked.

"I think I can handle Zayn." He said with a smile but it went away quickly.

"I don't get you." I said throwing up my arms and walking out of the small house. As I walked I heard a lot of noise coming from a house near by. I walked up to it and put my ear against the door. I knew it was disrespectful to eavesdrop, but I'm just a curious teenager.

"My son knows how to cook, I just don't know if he knows how to make things from scratch like this." I knew it was my mother. I knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in." I cringed at the voice but opened the door.

"Good morning Hazza." Mum said hugging me tightly and placing a kiss on my cheek that I quickly wipped off.

"Mornin'" I mumbled.

"Would you like to help us?" I pondered for a moment then shook my head.

"No thank you."

"Well then we surely don't want people who aren't helping in our kitchen." Jay snickered. But then she smiled, but I could tell it was forced. "Maybe you could help Louis and Zayn make some bread."

"Okay."

"They're behind the barn." I walked out of the house and sighed as I  heard another set of voices.

"Did you hear how he talked?" I heard the rough voice say.

"Yes. He talks so slow." The angelic voice said.

"I know."

"Honestly I don't mind. He gots a nice voice. Maybe he could help us sing for church." I made myself present and they immediately stopped talking. "Harry." Louis greeted.

"Hi." I waved awkwardly. "Your mum said to come help you guys."

"I think we are just fine." He smiled. I know he didnt want me here but why act so nice?

"Okay then.. Ill just erm.. Go hang out with Niall"

"Oh where is he?" Zayn asked excitedly.

"In the guest house. Calling his boyfr-" I cut myself off. They eyed me.

"We're you about to say boyfriend, Harry?" I stepped back a bit.

"I... Uh.."

"Were you? Or were you not going to say boyfriend?" I shook my head but I could tell he didnt believe me.

"I ment friend that's a boy." I tried.

"Sure you did." Louis started kneading the dough and then he punched it, and for some reason I dont think it was because of Niall.

"Gays are disgusting." Zayn said. I looked at the ground and fumbled with the hem of my shirt.

"They're not that bad." I mumbled.

"Not bad?"

"Yeah.."

"They like guys, that's gross." He stated. Louis said nothing, just kept punching the dough.

"Not really?" I said making it sound more like a question then anything.

"Why are you getting all defensive? Are you gay too?" Louis butted in with a hint of venom in his voice. I gulped. Maybe he was angry bevause of Niall. The air was getting thicker and harder to breathe.

"No." I lied.