Fire Meets Gasoline || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Thirty

Harry had never felt this type of rage before. Harry yanks his key out and aggressively open the door.

Harry walks into the room seeing Louis sleeping in the same place he was in when he left.

Harry thinks of how he can wake him up. Harry looks around the hotel when he sees the bucket for ice. He grins menacingly. Harry fills the bucket with water from the sink and storms back in the bedroom.

Harry brings his arms back and throws them forward launching the water onto Louis harshly.

“What the-!” Louis immediately pops up with wide eyes. He wipes them quickly and looks at Harry. Louis then starts to laugh.

“You little shit.” Louis smirks playfully and begins to crawl towards Harry on the bed. Louis is taken back when Harry gives him a hard smack to the face.

Louis furrows his eyebrows but frowns in fear when he looks up at Harry who has a angry look.

“What's wrong?” Louis asks, rubbing his cheek. He didn't realize Harry was so strong.

Harry's lip quivers and the tears begin but the rage still burns.

“You dirty fucker!” Harry shouts, slapping Louis again. Louis can't even process any of this.

“Stop slapping me!” Louis yells at Harry and it frightens the boy. Louis has this aggressive face on that he has seen before but never directed at him.

Harry won't back down though.

“I hate you! Get out!” Harry shouts. He starts to shove Louis so he stumbles and stumbles to where he can’t get up.

“What did I-”

“You fucking wanted me to kill myself you piece of shit! You hated me! You hated me so much you wanted my death! Yet you fucking got with me for your own sick games!” Harry is sobbing now. He's pacing back and forth. Harry makes his way out to the living room to where he starts to throw liquor bottles at Louis.

“Harry! Stop! Please.” Louis hides behind a chair.

“You took my first ever sexual experience with hate! You wanted to fuck me then leave! What kind of sick bastard does that?” Harry is screaming.

“Who told you that?” Louis is terrified of Harry right now.

“That's all you care about. You're fucking friends, Zayn and Niall.” Harry has lowered his voice and stopped throwing stuff.

“Harry I can explain.” Louis says but he has nothing planned to say. What can he say.

Louis peaks out from behind the chair and Harry has his arms crossed.

“Go on.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“I was in a terrible place baby-”

“Don't fucking call me baby.”

“I was in a terrible place Harry. All I did was take drugs and get drunk. I was a mess. I just pretended to hate you. I didn't really. I just didn't want to admit to liking you.” Louis explains. He feels hopeful.

“Why didn't you want to admit to liking me?” Harry asks, his face shows no emotion.

“Because I didn't want to date the feminine boy-” Louis gets less confident as he speaks realizing how awful that sounds. He's not hopeful anymore.

“You didn't want to date the feminine boy!” Harry's voice gets louder as he speaks. Harry picks up another bottle and throws it towards Louis.

“I'm sorry Harry! That was the old me! I love you so much!” Louis never thought this would happen.