Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

Harry’s POV

“Harry, can I come in?” I heard a mumble from outside my bedroom door. It was Sam. She was probably going to complain about how I stayed in bed all day… even though it was only one in the afternoon.

I was more thankful than I had thought that Niall and Sam were staying at my flat while Louis was away. He and I were just getting back on speaking terms only days before he left, and I didn't like the thought of being alone in the apartment for the full three weeks... So at least  I had company for a few days. I was actually pretty bummed that they were leaving the next day.

“Yea, sure. It’s open,” I called from in my bed, seeing the door open slowly.

“Hey,” She said, trotting over and sitting on the edge of my bed.

“What’s going on?” I asked her, tiredly closing my eyes.

“Well… Niall’s been telling me some… stuff,” She started, I groaned. Oh god, I could only imagine what Niall’s been spilling out of that talking-trap of his.

“What kind of stuff?” I wondered, opening my eyes and giving her an uneasy stare.

“Well, I don’t know. He’s a good friend of your’s. And, like… you’ve told him stuff and he’s figured out a fair share of… things his own. So last night, he was telling me something, and he was really stressed out about it,” she told me, dragging on her introduction, obviously, as long as she could.

“Okay, Sam, what is it? What things and why is he stressed?” I was getting impatient, but all the while curious.

“He told me about you being in love with Louis,” she spat out, quickly, evidentially relieved to have gotten it out.

“And… He asked me to talk to you about it, I don’t know maybe cause we’ve known each other so long,” I reflected on what she was telling me. It was almost responsible to Niall to branch out to sources. Though, I wasn’t exactly please that he told her what I’d told him in confidence. I let out a long breath.

“Well, this is awkward,” I chuckled, pulling my arms over my eyes and sitting up. I saw sympathy grow in Sam’s eyes.

“No! Harry, I don’t want this to be awkward, we used to be able to talk about anything,” she said, convincingly. I considered what she was saying. She was right, after all, it shouldn’t be awkward.

“I guess… so you don’t think it’s weird?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

‘Not weird… just different. Almost unexpected,” she laughed.

“Almost?” I asked, puzzled.

“I mean, the way you look at him is so unmistakably obvious, even when you were pissed at him,” 

I lowered my head, defeated. Shit, I guess I can’t hide anything.

"Soo..." she pressed.

"What?"

"Harry! Do you want to talk about Louis?" She asked.

I wanted to talk about him. I did. In fact, I could talk about him all day. About how deep his eyes reach into my own, how his laugh could clear a rain storm, or how his voice... Is so pure. But I knew that's not what Sam meant. She knew about Eleanor just as well as anyone. It was probably obvious by the way I flinched when someone said her name that I didn't like her, too. But I knew something about her and Louis. I knew that there was a plan for them, and that Louis didn't actually love her. Or... At least as far as I was told. Nonetheless, no one could know that management put Eleanor and Louis together. So, I couldn't talk to Sam. Not without defacing Louis' trust in me. He could make me feel like shit all he wanted, but there was no way I'd tell his secret.