I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 12- Panicking

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Harry's pov.

The brakes gave a gentle clank as Gemma parked the car, yawning like a tarzan. Anne raised an eyebrow in uproar only to end up following suit as she clicked her seatbelt free.

In the back seat; eyes flashing from mother to sister, Harry waited for his mother to exit before clambering between the front seats and settling his bum on the spot where she had sat on the ride back from her friend's house. Louis' house.

The whole ride Harry kept replaying the evenings' events, stopping a few times between to catch his breath whenever he remembered he was supposed to be breathing. Any part of what had taken place at the Tomlinson residence that he thought about, picked out, and analysed made the combustion build up more in him; made his breath even more lost.

He sat now letting out slow, even wisps of air to calm himself. He needed Gemma for this.

He made a quick glance at his mother entering the house before turning to his sister who was still sitting in the driver's seat.

 Right hand slightly gripping the steering wheel, she stared at him.

"Gem! He freakin talked to me! And he gave me his numb-"

He cut himself off; fast deep breaths huffing through his dry throat. The feeling in his sweaty fingers going numb; he feared his inhaler would be prevalent soon.

Even in the dark, Gemma could see the paleness of his skin.Launching her long thin arms, Gemma grabbed his shoulders. "Harry! Harry look at me- You're shaking!"

She rubbed his biceps frantically, trying to get him warm but Harry was cold sweating now. "Gosh, what did he say to you on that porch!?"

She rubbed off the sweat on his forehead and slowed her rubbing but Harry's eyes were still all over the place. She half expected this kind of reaction to a guy simply talking to him, knowing he hadn't had such interaction like that with a guy before.

"Gem, no! You don't understand! He's coming heeeeerrrreeeeeee!?" Harry gasped. Gemma shivered, suddenly remembering Golum from Lord Of The Rings.

"I know! It's crazy! I'm sure it's gonna be okay. You guys hit it off, right?"

"I've been thinking about him for the past two days- and there I was putting the band aid on his knee! And he let me! And oh my God, he-" Harry looked down at his hands wide-eyed," He took my rings! He had my rings!" he gabbled.

"Okay, Okay! Let's get this straight- After you pulled me on the swing and told me that he was the guy from the football game; you two talked...?" she nodded slowly, trying to get order to what Harry was saying.

"NO! I mean yes! But I told you we talked before that! But not exactly! It was more like we just kinda ...stared- I don't know!" Harry yelled in an airless rasp. He pressed his trembling hands over his face and dragged them down to his open mouth.

"It's called chemistry, Harry." Gemma side-tracked.

Harry's eyes widened unblinking at his sister. "You think so!?"

"Finish the story so I can tell you for sure."

Head bopping like a dashboard ornament to his sister's instruction, Harry continued panting, unable to immediately speak.