Stole My Heart *Larry Stylinson AU*

{Chapter 4}

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~Thank you, hope you enjoy this chapter!!

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**Louis' POV**

         I woke up to the smell of pancakes? 'mum isn't supposed to be home, and even if dad was home he doesn't cook....' I got up slowly and walked downstairs to see curly hair? I walked in and saw it was Harry... 'What's he doing here?'

         He looked up and smiled "good morning Lou" I stayed silent as usual but waved. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face, well at least I think so

"Oh I let myself in your front door was open, which reminds me lock your door! Someone could come in and kidnap you or hurt you" I looked down the memory fresh in my memory "by the way I made you breakfast!" 'well I don't usually eat breakfast but he did go to all this trouble so I guess I'll eat.' I signed a 'thank you' in sign language and walked upstairs to get showered and dressed.

         Once I was done showering I wore my Toms, dark blue skinny jeans, and a white shirt. I sighed and did my hair the way I usually styled it. Once I was done I walked down stairs and began to eat breakfast.

        As I finished Harry dragged me to the door "alright I'm driving you to school!" I was shocked and typed 'seriously?' then texted it to him "yes really! Now let's go!" I nodded an quickly got in his car.

       As he drove it started to rain and I looked out the window 'why is he being so nice?' I wondered 'maybe my conscience was right and he just feels sorry for me, whatever the case may be I should just keep what happened to myself.'

{Harry's POV}

       I woke up this morning feeling well rested, well as good as a person who slept only 6 hours can be. In any case I got up, showered, got dressed and had breakfast then I brushed my pearly whites cuz a clean mouth is certainly a happy one! Wait what is it's not happy... What if it's excited?! That could ruin everything!

       I guess I should say a clean mouth is an emotional mouth. Yeah that's it! Okay I need to stop with the weird randomness. I shook my head and headed for the door "wait!" I turned around to meet with my mum "yes mum?" She smiled " you're up really early today and where's my hug?"

       I sighed and hugged her. I pulled away and walked out saying "bye mum I'm meeting someone." I heard her laugh and I walked to my car. I got in, turned the ignition and drove to Louis' house.

{At Louis' House}

       When I got there I kept ringing the front bell from the gate but never received an answer so I started screaming and after that I decided to climb the gate. I walked to the door and tried to open it. It actually opened 'he needs to lock the door, it's not safe.' I slowly made my way to his room and opened the door. He's still asleep but he doesn't look happy, he has a frown upon his lips 'why? What's hurting him so much?' I frowned and saw how skinny he was, I don't think he eats very well. I need to take care of him, I don't know why I feel the need to but I promise you Louis I'll take care of you.

       I walked back down to the kitchen and made my way around, I couldn't find anything but slowly found all the ingredients for pancakes. I began to cook when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around "good morning Lou" I spoke but as usual he stayed silent. He looked at me as if asking 'how'd you get in?' "Oh I let myself in your front door was open, which reminds me lock your door! Someone could come in and kidnap you or hurt you" he looked down, his eyes looked as if he was in agony "by the way I made breakfast!" He signed a 'thank you' and walked up to get ready I think...

        Later he walked back in and ate his breakfast. As soon as he was done I dragged him out "come on I'll drive you to school!" His eyes widened and he typed something on his phone. I felt my phone buzz in my pants. I checked it and it was a text from him it said 'seriously?!' I nodded "Yes really! Now let's go!" He nodded and got in the car.

{At School Louis' POV}

        Once we separated from each other to go to class I kind of felt alone again but then again when do I not feel alone? 'When you're with Harry' I knew my conscience was right but I don't know why. I shook my head from those thoughts and just tried to concentrate in maths. Suddenly the door opened to reveal Harry?? He walked in, talked with the teacher and sat on the empty seat beside me.

       I wrote down 'what are you doing here?' On a piece of paper and handed it to him. He wrote down something and passed it back to me. I read the note which said 'because I changed my schedule to match yours, so we could become better friends :)' why did this small statement make me happy inside? Why does Harry make me feel like I'm not alone?

         Why does he care for me? Is it some cruel joke? Does he plan on hurting me like everyone else? I really want to know but even then I couldn't smile because I've forgotten how. It's almost like I've forgotten how to live.

     I'm just hollow inside. Never get close ,never care again someone always ends up hurt on the end and if I get hurt again I don't think I'll be able to handle it.Especially if Harry is the one to hurt me. One side tells me to let him in and the other tells me to keep my defense walls up. Not sure which to listen to.

       Which reminds me I have to go see my psychologist today.

{Time Skip After School}

        Harry had literally changed his whole schedule to match mine. I didn't think he was serious but I guess he was... Harry walked beside me and I don't think I'm ready for him to find out about my past or about the fact that I have a psychologist I think he'd probably leave seeing as he'd think I was crazy. I inwardly sighed and tested him. 'I got something important to do I can walk home after'  Harry looked over at his phone then at me "are you sure?" I nodded and walked away.

{20 Minutes Later}

       As I opened the door the smell of coffee and old magazines hit me. I slowly made my way to the door and opened it, that door led to Narnia. I wish. No it didn't lead to Narnia not now, not ever. It actually led to a eerie, silent hallway.

        As I made my way to the door of my psychologist I thought about it. Why do I come here? I don't even talk. Is it because I want something to do? No I remember, it's because my parents think I need 'help' but we all know that it's to keep them from losing the only child they have, might sound sweet but do they even actually care?

        They're never home, if the are they don't ask how I am, or how I feel and my.mother who should've been there for me can't even look at me. She can't look at the son whose fault it is that they're- That they're. Before I knew it I was crying. I wiped away the tears and put my blank face back on.

       I knock on the door and I hear a light "come in" I open, close the door and walk over to the brown leather couch "so Louis how have you been?" I stayed silent as usual, nothing new "have you made any friends?" I slightly smile at the thought of Harry being a new friend but quickly frown because I don't know if he genuinely wants to be my friend or not. "I take it there is, what's his or her name?" I signed 'Harry' to him in sign language, he smiled "that's progress, now I want to ask, have you had any episodes like last time? Have you cut?"

      I nod 'at the lake' he nods and writes down something "how have you been sleeping?" I shrug 'same' he smiles "you realize this is good, you're more social and you're signing to me you'll see in no time you'll also be talking" I shake my head 'I'll never not after that-' I stopped signing. I signed a quick 'good bye' And walked out. Heading to my only safe haven, the lake.

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~ Hey!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I don't know if it's too short, long or if it's any good... Please Comment what you think. Should I keep going? And I'm thinking of making this into a short story so it won't be too long cuz I'm kinda feeling like this should be a short story. Anyway please tell me what you think.