Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Sixteen

Hey guys!:) Here's chapter SIXTEEN! woop wooppppp

i noticed that Doncaster is probably not so far from London that Jay would need a flight, is it??? idek, if so that's super awkward cause theyve been flying back and forth in this story...

so lets pretend that Doncaster is in africa and that they have to fly. just for fun.

ANYWAYYS, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!:) 

i just realized it is like super short.... so I might like morph the next two chapters into one so the next upload is a bit  longer... 

maybe.

check out the other video on the side thats how i picture TY i added it again cause i think his shirt looks very nice.... ya 

ps: thank you guys for all the lovely feedback:)!!! keep it coming, though! there are plenty more chapters!:)

-britt xxx :) 

Chapter 16

Harry's POV 

I stared at myself in the mirror. I wore dark skinny jeans with hightops and a plain white v-neck for a top. I wasn't dressed up, by any means, but then again the Brixtan wasn't a dess-up kind of club. So I'd heard. 

I'd love to pretend that what I saw staring back in the mirror looked quite alright. I could easily tell you that my hair was hanging in perfect curls and that I was as composed as Mendelsohn's 4th. However, that wasn't nearly the case. In fact, I had been pretty much forced into dipping into the small bit of make up that Jay had left behind in the bathroom to even out my disasterous skin. Don't get me wrong, I didn't go full-out cover-girl. Just a small bit to hide the bags that drooped under my tired eyes.

It was only the first night out of God knows how many that Louis was in Doncaster, and I already was down to zero hours of sleep. I had been lying awake all night feeling guilty about leaving him before he got picked up by the ambulance and not being there when he was being checked out at the hospital. The look of anger in his face was stuck in my head. What if he never forgave me? Most of the time, Louis would forgive me before our fights would get too out of control. But what if this time was an exception?

I had stared at my phone for hours that night, contemplating whether or not I should try to call him like I'd told him I would. But, since he'd told me not to, I was at a loss for what I should do. There was always that slim chance that by Louis telling me not to call him, he was hinting in that he actually did want me to call him. I had been faced with that problem many times when I was dating Sam, and still hadn't caught on or understood. On the other side, though, there was the fact that Louis had told me straight up that he wasn't interested in having feelings for me any longer. Which, everytime I thought about, made me want to throw something solid at my wall as hard as I could and see if it would plow straight through. Maybe Louis really didn't want to hear my voice as much as I wanted to hear his. It was a valid, heartbreaking possiblility.

So, I stood in front of the full length mirror behind my door, straightening out my shirt and flipping my hair every which way, as I waited for Ty to arrive. He promised he'd come to the door to get me, don't ask why, so I was doing last minute preparations as I awaited his knock. 

When it sounded, I answered the door and let him come in as I brushed my teeth.

"Nice place," he complimented. I managed a Thank You with a mouth full of tooth paste. Ty stood in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning his back against the frame. His dark hair was up in the front, like a less dramatic version of Zayn's hair, and he wore a denim button down with black skinny jeans. I watched him stare at the ceiling from in the mirror and I thanked God that he wasn't dressed particularily fancy either.