Heartbreaker (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 15

Holy fuck, yeah, you really deserved that I finally update.

21 fucking votes on last chapter, and no, I don't overrate things, that is my absolute record, okay! I am so proud and thankful, so yeah, here's the new chappie! I wanna kiss you and hug you!

Okay, next chapter is what I waited for the whole time, the Drama! Yay!

School again, kill me, boring, drew on my arm, almost got a bad mark in History, got a good mark in P.E. ... because I am soooooooo doing sports ... not.

I drew tattoos on my arm because I like it and I am a screwed up mess.

Dedication goes to ... Hollymaus! Specific reasons. I like to call her Broken! Also specific reasons! I know her from elsewhere already, and that is funny, and I kinda made her join Wattpad, and now she's one of us!

By the way, I realized I forgot the "I love you" and the "Kisses, Vic :*" in my last chapter, and that is horrible to me, okay! Hug me!

And I give a huge, huge SHOUTOUT to my Kitten HazzaGirlll! I did it, I did it! I'm over my depressions, I feel fucking amazing! And she helped me so much with it! Thank you, thank you, thank youuuuuu! Love you forever and till the end of time!

And thank all my other Peanuts as well! *Blows a Kiss*

Enough, so here.

Enjoy!

It had been a few days since Harry crashed at Louis' after their very nice date that Louis liked to remember ever so often.

Anna loathed Louis with all she had, but the Heartbreaker didn't give a flying fuck about it. Niall also wasn't too fond of him and always tried to get Harry away from him, but he didn't really succeed. Because, honestly, Harry was head over heels for the boy.

Harry really didn't like that his best friends, Niall and Anna, didn't like Louis. He was beautiful and wonderful, and Harry loved being with him. He was positive that he started falling for him, and Harry new that he was in love.

He had invited Louis to go with him and some other guys from school to a club, and Louis had said yes. It was one of these clubs where you had to dress either like a bad boy or like a slut.

So, Harry was of course one to dress like a bad boy. He chose tattared, black converse, ripped black skinny jeans, a dark red tank top, a leather jacket and a dark red bandana around his head. He clung his white RayBans to the collar of his top and looked at himself in the mirror. He gave an approving nod, defining himself as 'good-looking' (A/N: By the way, I would define him as the hottest male being on the whole planet! I mean, imagine! Imagine!)

He walked down the stairs, meeting his mum in the kitchen. Her jaw dropped when she saw her son.

"Who are you gonna get sideways?" she asked.

Harry laughed at that. "No-one.

“And why are you looking like that then?” she asked.

“I go out to a club, well, and you need to look good. And I want to show Louis that I am worth it."

His mum smiled. "You seem to like him a lot, huh?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yes, mum, of course. I ... I love him." (A/N: Squeal!)

Anne smiled at his son and combed a gentle hand through his curly hair. "I see, Harry, I see. And actually, I never thought I would hear these words. But I am proud of you. Louis is a great guy. Don't let him go, Harry."