The List || h.s au

Larry & the truth

Hi bellas!

Omg I'm so sorry for not updating earlier, my wattpad was being an asshole! I could read fics, but I couldn't write or see my own stories (???????) but anyway, I managed to write this chapter and I hope you don't hate me (you probably do) and you maybe thought I was stopping this story but I'm not! Don't worry about, there's so much more left and I can't wait for you guys to read the upcoming chapters! :)

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Pumpkin xo

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I run over to where the two guys are standing and fall on my knees next Harry who's desperately trying to comfort a violently sobbing Louis.

"Harry, what happened to his hand?" He shrugs, a panicked look on his face, with  his arms still wrapped around Louis' body. He pulls away slightly so I can reach his hand, but Louis grips Harry's shirt and pulls him closer to him, still sobbing.

"Louis, show me your hand please" I ask calmly while placing mine on his shoulder. I hear him take a deep breath and he slowly turns around in Harry's grip, facing me. 

For a moment I admire how close the two boys are, I've never seen such a strong relationship between two guys, even Liam and Lucas aren't as close as them. Louis and Harry treat each other like brothers and it's just beautiful. 

I snap back to reality when my eyes land on Louis' hand. A bunch of cuts are visible on both sides and it is covered with dry blood. I gasp at the side of it and look up to meet his bloodshot eyes. 

"What happened?" My voice comes out more like a squeak and Louis drop his gaze and stares at his hand with an horrified look.

"Kim, the first aid kit is in the bathroom, go get it" Harry says and I nod, running over to their bathroom and frantically look for the kit. When I find it, a quickly get back in their lounge to find them now sitting on their couch with Harry's arms still around his shoulders.

I sit in front of them and place the kit on their coffee table, opening it and take out cotton and alcohol to clean his cuts. Slowly and carefully, I wash the dry blood off his hand and clear his injuries, then apply some ointment before wrapping his whole hand in a bandage.

"There you go" I say when I finish and stand up, wiping the dust off my sweatpants.

"Thank you" His voice is raspy from all the crying and his eyes are still bloodshot, because of both the beers and the tears. I sigh and look at the mess around us, shaking my head. 

 "Louis, can you please tell me what happened? Is it because of Carla? And what about your hand?" Harry asks while I sit on the couch opposite of them and lay my head on my hands, exhausted.

"I..." He takes a deep breath and rubs his face with his good hand. "I was drinking from a bottle of b-beer and fell on the floor.." He says, not only avoiding the first questions,but also any eye contact with us.

"Louis, you look really tired, I think you should rest" I try not to push him, if he's not ready to talk about whatever happened with Carla, then I'll let him. She'll probably tell me at some point anyway.

"Kim"

"Yes Louis?" He glances at Harry then locks eyes with me, nervous.

"I-uhm.. I need to t-talk with Harry please" He says quietly and I nod. Harry is his best friend and understands him more than me, so I'm not a big help here anyway.