Who Knew (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 11

The next morning I feel a whole lot better. I turn to my side in order to look at the time but I completely forgot that I broke my alarm clock. I should go get a new one today. When I get out of bed I take a shower and make breakfast. When I am done and check the time it's already half past twelve. That’s no surprise since I woke up at eleven-thirty.

I made my way to the supermarket and bought a new cheap alarm clock. While being at it I also did some grocery shopping. When I got home I put all the stuff away and saw that it was already four-thirty. Well, I did take a while because I didn’t know what to buy.

I’m not really hungry, so I’m just taking a little snack with me. There’s only half an hour left before I need to make my way towards the bus station. I decide to put some gel in my hair again. Soon it was already time to make my way towards the bus station. Taking my jacket and guitar with me, I head out of my apartment.

While riding in the bus I’m trying really hard not to think about what happened on Monday. I’m most likely never going to see those guys again, so I should be fine. How should I act towards Harry? Should I still say something to him. Louis, come on and think realistically. He might have saved you but only because he didn’t want to witness something like that. He said he could’ve cared less what happened to you if he wasn’t there.

I sigh, this really sucks. I don’t know what it is. Even though Harry isn’t nice to me, actually hates me I should say, for some reason there is this kind of pull. I don’t know how to explain it, it just feels like I can’t leave him alone.

I smack myself and I mean really smack myself. I sound a bit like a lovesick puppy or something. Come on Louis, you just met the guy for one day. You know, how about this. Let’s think of something else will you?!

When I got out of the bus I made up my mind, I’m just going to ignore Harry tonight. He can do whatever he wants, I don’t care. Maybe I shouldn’t have smacked myself so hard, I still feel a little pain

In no time I arrived at the bar. I arrived the same time as I did on Monday, so I have some time before I have to sing. Well, here we go then and I walk inside. Today the bar is busier than it was on Monday. Knowing the way now, I go towards the room behind the stage. Before going inside I take a deep breath and then I open the door.

When I walk inside I see Liam in front of the tv. Zayn and Niall are next to each other on the long sofa reading a magazine. Harry is sitting on a bean bag in the middle of the room.

“Louis! Welcome! Dude what happened? Why is your cheek red? Did someone hit you?” Niall asks me sounding concerned. Everyone turned to look at me, including Harry. I close the door, put my guitar against the wall and take off my jacket. What? I just arrived in the room, I’ve got to put away my stuff first.

“Uh, no. I hit myself.” I say, besides it’s not a lie. I sit next to Liam in front of the tv. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Well, can I ask why you did that?” Zayn asks, having a smirk on his face, clearly finding this situation funny too.

You know, I’m just going to get this over with now. “I just wanted to smack some sense into myself. That’s all.” I say and shrug my shoulders. “You weren’t thinking naughty things were you, Louis?” Liam now says smirking too. Then I hear someone getting up and slamming the door shut with more force than is necessary. When I turn around I see it is Harry who left the room. What the hell is his problem now?! “Someone’s in a bad mood.” Zayn says almost reading my thoughts.

The conversation beforehand was forgotten, luckily, and everyone did their own thing. Quickly it was already time to head to the bar. This time Niall has to go first. Sadly I ended up sitting next to Harry who seemed to be thinking deeply and looks really mad for some reason. I can see him gripping his chair really tightly, his knuckles slowly turning white. Dude, he needs to calm down or else he’ll get a heart attack.

I take a bottle of water from my pocket in my jacket and turn off the lid. Right now the only thought in my mind is to calm Harry down. This can’t be healthy for a person.

“You okay man? I don’t know what the hell is wrong but here, drink some water. It might help.” I say handing him the bottle of water. At first he just looks at it and then at me. Eventually he takes the bottle and drins from it. “Thanks.” he mutters silently but I could still hear him nonetheless. Thankfully he calms down a bit but he still looks a bit tense. I did what I could.

When I pick up the lid to close the half full bottle, it is then that I notice. He drank from my bottle…….. Ah, he definitely did……… From the corner of my eye I can see Harry looking at me. I just casually put the bottle in my pocket of my jacket and then turn to look at Niall. I'm trying really hard to just act casual but it's a bit hard I must admit.

Then it is my turn to sing. I take my guitar and make my way to the stage. I get myself ready and then start singing. I feel better since I’ve done this before. I let my eyes wander over the crowds again. When I look at Harry, I again see him looking at me. However he quickly looks away and stands up from his chair. I see him getting out of the bar. Shortly after, I see Liam getting out of the bar too, probably looking where Harry went off to.

Seriously, what is just his problem!? Why is he acting this way towards me?! I really just want to get up to his face and ask him what the hell his problem is. That’s sadly only something I can think about, I’m too much of a coward to really say something like that.

When I am was done I walk towards our table. Harry and Liam still haven’t returned.

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Hello angels!!

I'm so sorry for the super duper late update, that's why i am gonna update another chapter, so see you there!☺