Treat You Better (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 15

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Harry got home that evening with a small smile graced on his lips. Jace wasn't home to ruin Harry's mood, so the lad took the time to get undressed and enter the shower.

The warm water cascaded down Harry's toned body. There were yellow and green bruises left around, but he didn't pay so much care to them.

He grabbed the axe shampoo and lathered it in his hair. He hated the strong smell of the shampoo, but he ran out of the strawberry scented one. He made sure the shampoo was all off before doing the same process, but with the conditioner.

He rub the strong smelling body wash and washed the dirt and sweat off. He missed his vanilla scented one, but he will ask Jace to get some for him. 

Once he was done with the shower, he stepped out and wrapped his lower half with a towel. He got out of the bathroom and made his way to his closet where he grabbed a t-shirt and some sweats.

Harry went back to the bathroom to brush the taste of smoke out of his mouth. The mint was instantly a replacement of the smoke that lingered in Harry's mouth.

Harry washed the sink and made his way to the kitchen where his plate of food was waiting for him to eat. He would cook when he had the time, but Jace was recently on his ass about it, so he had to cook and make sure he doesn't piss the lad off.

He warmed up the pasta in the microwave and waited for it to warm up.

He still had the smile on his face. He had a feeling that maybe he did like Louis more than a friend. It's just the fact that he could sit there and just talk to Louis like he knew the lad his whole life.

Louis somehow understood the lad. He tells him things that just changes the lads perspective on things.

He knew Louis was a really nice guy in the inside. Under all his stories and his feelings about falling in love, Harry somehow knew Louis would be able to fall in love with someone.

Harry admits, the daily shags Louis has didn't feel right to him. He can't stand seeing Louis fuck some other guy. He can't stand being fucked by a guy he doesn't love while Louis was probably at the club taking a nice and hot bloke home.

The microwave beeped signally that the dish was ready. Harry grabbed the plate and made his way towards the dinning table. He set the dish down along with a fork and made his way back to the kitchen to grab a can of beer.

He then went back and sat at the seat. It was quiet in the flat. Harry could hear the London traffic and he could hear people in the hallway come in and come out of their flat.

His hair was still slightly dripping and getting a bit frizzy. He had run out of his after shower spray to make sure his hair doesn't get to frizzy like it is now.

It was like he was slowly getting out of this place. He ran out of shampoo, but he'd like to think he packed that up. His clothes were slowly disappearing due to him growing--but he'd like to think he's slowly moving back home--his real home.

Three bites in, the front door slammed shut. Harry flinched a bit and pushed the plate back, knowing that Jace might say shit for him eating without the lad.

To his surprise, Jace walks right in and didn't even glanced at the lad. He heard the bedroom door slam shut and things being thrown all over the room.

Now should be the time where Harry leaves, but he stays in his seat. He couldn't make a run for it. He knew Jace will come out looking for him. Leaving would just make everything worse.