Possessive (Larry)

Chapter Four

(NOT EDITED)

Harry knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help but sprint out of there. He couldn't face the boy who was left stunned at what just happened. Harry was breaking out a sweat from running away and from being so stupid to have done that without the boys' permission.

Harry enters his dorm and locks it, just to be safe. He leans against the door and lets out a sigh, throwing his camera on his bed, cringing when it almost hits the wall. Just then, Zayn emerges from the small dark closet.

"Hey mate, woah, you okay? Seems like you ran a marathon"

"You can say that" Harry makes his way over to the mini fridge the both lads share, taking out a cold-water bottle.

"Okay then, I'm going out for a bit, you sure you ok?" Zayn asks again.

"Yeah, no worries. Have fun" Harry reassures him.

Zayn exits the room and harry is glad for. He really needs to be alone right now.

Harry climbs in bed and immediately regrets it when the camera pokes him in his no-no area.

Harry reaches behind him to remove the damn camera. Harry then silently stares at the black screen of the camera debating whether he wants to see the picture he had taken.

It feels wrong. Harry has never taken anyone's picture without their consent, but harry felt like if he didn't now then it would be the end of the world for him. It was just the perfect picture and when harry sees it he takes the picture.

Turning on the camera and waiting for it to load, Harry almost turns off the camera but the picture pops up and harry just stares.

Don't get Harry wrong, he is nowhere gay or anything, but he can't deny the man is attractive.

Harry sighs and turns off his camera. Harry is pretty tired, but who wouldn't be at 6...p.m. how lame. Harry sighs for the millionth time and just decides to call it a day.

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"Shit!" Zayn whispers as he has trouble helping his mate walk through the door and onto the bed.

"Shit? Where?" another voice mumbles.

Harry groans as he turns around to have the hallway light shine into his dorm and two shadows tumbling into Zayn's bed.

"Shut up" Zayn says annoyed.

"What's going on?" Harry questions as he turns on his lamp light on his night stand. All Harry sees is Zayn holding a limp body, the boys face hidden in Zayn's neck.

"shit, sorry harry, I tried to be as quiet as possible but this douche bag couldn't be quiet even if it meant saving his life." Zayn takes one large step and drags the boys body and just dumps him on his bed. Zayn sighs as he dusts his hands as if he held something dirty. "I'll be back mate, forgot my phone in his car"

Harry reaches over to his lamp and turns it off, before he can make any other move to lay down, the boy across from him groans very loudly. Harry turns the lamp on again, not saying anything. Again, the boy groans and Harry is afraid he might get sick before Zayn gets back and he'll have to take care of him, which Harry doesn't really feel like taking care of someone for even a second at 2 a.m.

"Hey" harry whispers. He only gets a groan in respond.

"Please don't get sick"

The boy across from him has his back facing Harry. With little strength the boy has he tries to lift his body to see who was talking to him but he soon slouched back.

Harry slowly makes his way over to the boy, curious to see what he looks like. Before Harrys hand can touch the boys shoulder to turn him over Zayn merges into the room with phone and keys in his hand.

"Hey, did he get sick?" Zayn asks.

"No, not yet"

Harry goes back into his bed to lay down.

"You can turn off the light h, I'm going to sleep on the floor." Zayn kicks the bed harshly that it makes the boy shake with the bed, he groans but doesn't move. "Douche bag" Zayn mumbles before making himself comfortable on the floor.

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The first thing Harry sees is the sun shinning bright through his small dorm window. Birds loudly chirping. Harry couldn't keep the smile from showing because he just really loves mornings like these. He looks down on the ground expecting to see Zayn but he only sees a pillow and a blanket. He quickly looks up and sees the boy sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the wall, a cup in his hands. Harry freezes the moment his green eyes meet blue eyes.

"Harry, is it?"

The only sound after that was Harrys loud gulp.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson"

And Harry says nothing, still too shocked and embarrassed Harry can't run away from this awkward situation.

"Sorry about last night" Louis says, still no mention of their much earlier encounter.

"Are you mute?" Louis asks, genuinely curious.

"NO, no, Sorry" Harry replies. "Where's Zayn?"

"Went to get himself a cup of coffee"

They stay silent for a while before Harry decides he should address the elephant in the room.

"listen Louis, I'm sorry about yesterday, that was really weird and just not cool of me to do that without your permission" Louis waves him off, "Don't worry about it Harry! All forgotten" Louis smiles sweetly at him.

"Really?" Harry can't help the shocked face.

"Yeah, you just owe me now"

"Owe you?"

"I won't make you delete the picture, but you'll have to do something for me when I ask" Louis smirks.

Before Harry can respond back Zayn enters with two mugs of coffee.

"Good, you're awake"

"Morning, thanks" Harry takes the hot mug from Zayn.

"So, Harry this is my best mate, Louis, Louis this is Harry" Zayn introduces them.

Louis smirks at Harry before taking a sip of his tea.

Not sure this is how I wanted them to meet :/ But now that I got that out of the way the chapters will get better, hopefully...

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