shattered skies ➸ larry stylinson

chapter two

When Harry walks into the small hospital room, he is trying not to smile with his excitement and shake with nerves.

Louis is sitting there, dressed in all black. Even his vans are black, and he has a bird tattoo on his forearm that immediately catches Harry's eye.

Harry quickly brushes his curls out of his face, trying to look professional but Louis is a very, very pretty person. His hair is scruffy and reaches his neck, with shaggy bangs that brushes his eyelashes, which brings him to his eyes. His blue, beautiful, but angry and tired eyes.

"Hi Louis." Harry hesitantly steps towards Louis and pulls out a chair. Jay had shut the door behind the two, clearly not wanting to be involved. "How are you?"

"Don't ask me how I am."

Harry blinks, surprised by the harshness in the boy's tone. "Okay. Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Those pants are really tight. I like that."

Harry shifts uncomfortably, wishing that he could pull his plain white shirt further down his body, but that would be too obvious.

"You look tired."

"So what? So do you. In fact, you look hungover."

Harry's hands shake as he adjusts his position in his seat, taken aback because Louis is glaring at him meanly and there are large bags under his eyes.

"Do you get a lot of sleep?" He's trying to ignore Louis' mean comments, because he needs to remain neutral and be here for him.

"I can just imagine your low voice moaning my name. Would you like that? How about you demonstrate it?"

Harry was not expecting this. At all.

And for some reason, the look in Louis' eyes tells him that he's more than just a jerk. He's hurt. He's tired.

"Your mum tells me that you don't get much sleep."

"Don't listen to that bi-"

"Okay, okay," Harry rushes, not wanting to listen to Louis talking about Jay that way. "Are you on any medication?"

"So what if I am?"

"Then it's okay. I'm just wondering, Louis."

Louis groans, sinking further into the metal chair he's sitting in.

"I don't even need a freaking therapist. Why don't you just back off?"

"You need to sleep, Louis," Harry says quietly, crossing his hands on his lap. "And I'm going to help you."

"At least your hot," Louis sighs, and Harry gulps thickly.

How is he going to do this?

He runs his sweaty hands through his unruly curls, blowing air through his lips and closing his eyes. Why did Nick give him such a hard patient to work with? Or are all patients like this?

"I would love for those lips to be wrapped around my cock. They're beautiful."

Harry's cheeks burn bright red and he averts his eyes from Louis, completely and utterly shocked.

"Please don't speak to me like that," he mumbles, and for once in his life he is unable to look someone in the eyes.

"Like what? I would really love to fu-"

"Stop!" Harry sticks his hand out, what Louis was about to say replaying over and over in his mind.

They both jump as the door opens. Jay pokes her head in, with a scared look on her face. "Harry? Are you almost done? Louis has an appointment."