Masked - A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction

Chapter 10 - Masked .

Chapter 10

It's now 11:23 and Louis still isn't home. My wrist is burning with pain, but it seems to numb the pain of Louis not being here. I ran my finger over my wrist, there are soft bumps were my skin has puffed up. I sigh rolling over in my bed. Sleep seems to be my enemy. I groaned sitting up, I pulled the duvet off my bed and draped it around my shoulders as I walked into the lounge room.

I sighed at the silence. My head spun as I heard the door handled rattle with life, as the door opened Louis tip-toed around it, quietly spinning around to close it. I laughed silently, he thinks I'm asleep. "Lou?"

He jumped. "Oh shit Harry! Don't do that."

"Where were you?"

"I was with Eleanor," He frowned, "You know that."

"You left this morning Louis – you have been gone for hours."

"Sorry mum." He said leaning against the door.

I rolled my eyes. "You could have called and told me you were staying late."

"Why do you care so much about what I do?"

Because maybe one day you'll care about me like I care about you, and my wrist could remain bare. "I was just worried about you, I thought something happened."

He sighed shaking his head, "You worry too much Hazza."

I just don't want to lose you, again. "Then stop giving me so many reasons to worry." I sighed getting up off the couch with the duvet still draped around my shoulders.

He rolled his eyes.

"You are such a dork," He smirked pulling on the duvet.

I laughed, my anger immediately melting. "Not be hatin' Lou."

He winked which was then followed but a yawn.

"Tired?" I guessed.

He nodded.

"Come to bed?" He nodded again.

I smiled pleased. I put my arm lazily around his shoulder, draping the duvet over him as well.

He rested his head on my shoulder, as we walked down the hallway. I opened the door, and we both entered the bedroom. I pulled the duvet off our shoulders and threw it so it landed back on the bed. I then turned to Louis, pushing off his jacket.

I had my hands on the hem of his shirt when he stopped me. "I do remember how to undress myself Harry."

I shook my head as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Right, erm, sorry," I walked away from him sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off my own shirt – I had already taken my jeans off earlier, so I was left in only my boxers.

Louis sighed, shuffling over to the other side of the bed, only in his boxers. The bed groaned to life as he lay against the mattress. I yawned pressed my back to the mattress as well. The small space between us made my chest ache but, I knew if he got too close to my wrist, my little secret wouldn't remain a secret.

I closed my eyes, only to have a story play behind my eyelids;

"Oh Louis," Eleanor moaned. "Oh god, Lou," Their bodies were pressed together. Their chests bare, his body fit perfectly against hers...

I groaned rolling over onto my side. The side of the bed were he laid his body inches from mine felt heavy.

"Harry?"

"Yes?" I spoke into the darkness, my eyes glued to the wall.

He was silent for a moment. "Are you okay?"

I too was silent for a moment, trying to calm my thoughts so I could lie properly. "Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" I rolled over so I was to face with him.

I could see the slight glow of his teeth in the darkness, "Because if you were I wouldn't have to ask you to keep me warm."

I smiled too, shifting my body against his. I sucked in a breath when I felt his hand snake around my waist leaving it inches from mine. I moved my hand away from his; I will not let him find out.

I heard him sigh softly. I closed my eyes, only to have the same image replaying behind my eyelids. I sighed re-opening my eyes.

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" As he spoke, he made it real. He made the scene that played unwilling in the back of my mind, real.

It's so obvious Harry, he's in love with Eleanor. Just stop trying so hard.

And in that moment his body felt so wrong against mine. It was made for Eleanor not me.

When I got up, my wrists burned – a reminder.

"Harry, where are you going?" His voice sounded tired.

"Erm, I'm just going to get a drink, I'll be back in a second," I lied.

He mumbled a reply rolling over, the sheets rustling at his movement.

I sighed wondering aimlessly in the dark to the kitchen. I flicked the light switch up and watched the room light up with life. My feet padded against the floorboards as I walked to the cupboard and pulled out a cup.

I groaned, picking up my coat – from where I dropped it this morning, making sure to block all thoughts during the process.

I flicked the curls out of my eyes before walking over to the sink, filling the cup so it was too full. I placed in on the sink sighing; I wasn't even thirsty.

I turned on my heel my eyes searching the room; it felt bigger.

"Because Louis isn't here to fill the space with you."

I growled gripping the edge of the sink. My knuckles turned white, hands stinging beneath me. The pain travelled to my wrists which were burning in pain. My back hunched over the sink as my hands remained unmoving from the sink. I ducked my head my curls falling over my eyes.

"Harry?"

I spun around, and there standing before me rubbing his beautiful eyes, was Louis.

"Lou? Lou, what are you doing? Go back to bed."

His eyes shifted from the floor meeting mine. "I was waiting for you," He admitted rubbing at his tired eyes, "But you didn't come back."

"Oh Boobear," I whispered.

He smiled sheepishly, as I wrapped my arm around his waist. His head dropping tiredly to my shoulder, I let out a deep breath, dropping my on top of his.

We both somehow managed to make it back to my bedroom.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"Do I smell bad or something?" Louis asked.

I laughed. "No Lou, why?"

He laughed too. "Because you don't want to cuddle me anymore,"

His words caught me off guard. Because it's not my job anymore; it never was.

"Hazza?" He whispered breaking through my silence.

"It's just a little hot that's all."

"Oh."

The way he said it made my heart hurt in an unwanted way.

That's it Harry push him away, because that's going to make him love you for sure.

"Who are you kidding? He never loved you."

"And he's never going to."

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