It's Love {larry stylinson}

Chapter Nine .

[Liam P.O.V.]

"Okay, so just keep your head level and pinch the bridge of your nose like this." Alexis pinched the bridge of her nose to show me how to do it. I mimicked her actions, using my free hand to do the same.

"Isn't he supposed to tilt his head back?" I heard Niall ask. He was sitting across the table, biting his nails excessively.

"The girls a nurse, Niall. Let her do her job." Zayn snapped rudely-- we'd learned that bit of information just moments before. Zayn was pacing back and forth, biting his lip with anxiety. I wanted to tell him to calm down, to tell both of them to just relax. But the rag I had hoisted under my nose was blocking my mouth.

I'd been punched in the face before, many times. But never did I ever expect to get punched my any of the boys, especially Harry. It was by accident, but it didn't have to come to that.

I'd never seen Louis so angry. He was turning red and shaking with fury. I think if I hadn't intervened things would have been worse than a bloody, bruised nose.

"Do they do that often?" Alexis asked, looking between the boys and me. Niall and Zayn shook their heads vigorously, and I made a sound of approval. "I should go check on him..." She said.

"No I will!" Zayn said, just as Niall yelped, "I'll do it!" They looked at each other before both retreating in search of Louis.

Alexis said that Harry had run out after hitting me, seeing as I didn't remember what happened afterwards. Louis ran out after they managed to move me to the dining room.

We sat the silently, studying Alexis's worried face for a few moments, taking in her beauty. Soon I felt the blood stop dripping down my nostrils and I could breathe through my nose again. I removed the rag from my nostrils and slowly un-pinched the bridge of my nose.

"It's stopped?" Alexis questioned, studying my nose. She cringed, so I assumed it looked bad. Harry had a brilliant left hook. "That is going to bruise quite nastily." She said, more to herself than me. She examined my face, looking from my nose to my eyes.

Her amazing eyes were quite distracting, as was the way she was biting her lip. Her hair had seemed to grow as it dried; it was now a mass of curls wild curls.

"You remind me of Danielle," I said, reaching up to touch a loose curl before I could stop myself.

"Who's that?" She mumbled, swatting my hand away. Thank God my face was already bruising-the purple spots would disguise the blush I felt rising in my cheeks.

"My exe." I said, looking away. The thought of her made me upset. Our relationship was great while it lasted, but I guess all good things truly do come to an end.

"Oh," She whispered. "That's going to swell terribly. You go wash up and I'll fetch some ice." She said, refocusing the attention to my nose. She than stood, trailing off to get ice from the kitchen.

I looked down at my blood stained hands and sighed. What was with those two?

I was glad I intervened, bruises or not. I would've hated to see either of them seriously hurt. I stood with wobbly legs and my head throbbed. I slowly walked to the nearest bathroom.

I shut the door behind me and took a deep breath before looking in the mirror. I groaned at my reflection.

Dried blood was crusted on my nose and my face was purpling. Makeup couldn't possible cover this nasty bruise. With shaking hands I turned on the faucet, first scrubbing my hands clean. The water turned red, than faded to a pink.

Once my hands were only slightly pink I cupped some water in them and as gently as possible I washed off the blood on my face, I hissed every time my hand came in contact with my nose. It stung like a bitch.

"I'm sorry." A voice said, making me jump. In the mirror I saw the reflection of the doorway. There stood Louis. His eyes were red and his hair looked like a wild animal. His face was terribly pale and he looked almost... dead.

"What's happening to you, Louis?" I said before I could stop myself. I liked to think it wasn't my business but the bruises on my face said otherwise.

"I... I love him, Liam." Louis said, and I couldn't help but let my jaw drop open.

"Love as in brothers or love as in 'in love'?" I asked, even though deep down in my heart I already knew the answer.

"I'm in love with Harry Styles." He sighed, and before I could spit out any of the millions of questions in my head he spoke again. "I'm not quite sure how long I've loved him but I think it's always been there. Under the playful-affection I think I've always felt something more. But he hurt me, Liam. He hurt me so, so bad..." His voice trailed off and he closed his eyes, gripping the doorframe. His face began to crumble, and I reached out and pulled him into my arms, hugging him tightly.

He began to cry into my shoulder and I rubbed soothing circles into his back. "Do you hate me, Liam?" He whispered, and I immediately responded, "No! Louis, don't ever for a second think that. I don't care if you're straight, gay, bi. You're still my family. And the other boys all feel the same."

"But, Liam... how could something so wrong feel so right?" Louis asked, fear lining his voice. He was scared. Hell, I was scared for him. Love was a tricky game, and unfortunately a lot of times you lose.

"But that's just it, Louis," I whispered, brushing his hair down with my fingers. "It's not wrong. It's love."