Nothing Like Us - Larry Stylinson FanFic

Cupids Fault

"What happened Harold!? That's disgusting! " Niall said to Harry , his fingers reaching up to touch his bruised eye. It was after school and they were on their way to Harry's flat for the project and Harry has been looking down the whole walk, hoping Niall wouldn't see his eye. He knows its gotten worse, he can feel it throbbing even more. Harry squinted , a little pain-moan coming out. "It's – It's nothing. A book fell and hit me on the eye." Harry mumbled, his hand coming up to slap away Niall's hand. Niall frowned, his sight still on Harry's eye , But Harry changed the subject.

“So the project. We have to get it done by tonight. My dad is expecting me to give my new roommate a tour of the town and that's stupid because he said he's lived here for about two months and he basically goes out every other night with his friends, “ Harry stopped to collect his breath but his eye brows frowned, looking over at Niall who was staring at him with concern, “He scares me.”

“Come on man, it's just a guy. I mean, if he was all tatted up and muscular and about 30 then-, “

“He is! Well , he's not 30 and he's not that muscular but he does have muscles , I mean he looks strong and he has piercings and everything. He's in a band and,” Harry hesitated. He looked away from him and sucked in his bottom lip in-between his teeth, letting out a huge sigh , which Niall could already indicate was a sigh of terror. Harry couldn't look up at Niall , but Niall caught up to what was going on .

“He's the one that gave you that black eye isn't he?!” he walked up in front of Harry , his eye brows curving down, his arms crossed over his chest.

Harry just ignored the question and started to walk fast towards his flat trying to get Niall to cut it off. “Harry, if that fucker did something to you I swear to-,”

“Just stop . I'm alive and he's probably going through stuff. Just cut him some slack.” Niall huffed, bringing his hand up to rub his face with exhaustion.

They entered the flat to find the couch full of unknown faces, beer cans everywhere , and the coffee table layered up like it was a trash bin. Harry knew immediately whose responsibility this was and threw his bag on the floor, running towards Louis' room. Niall just stood there with his hands in his pocket staring back at the guys who sat upon him. “Hi.” He spoke, trying to break the awkwardness but it only got worse.

“What the actually fuck Louis! Our house isn't some pigs pin for you to be treating it like one!” Harry screamed, but Louis' didn't seem to care. He was going through his bag , his eyes flickering from one place to the other.

“Have you seen a stack of cash somewhere around here?”

“A stack of- What are you doing with a stack of money?” Harry exclaimed , his eyes widening at the question. “Are you dealing stuff because if you are-”

“I'm not stupid you know, of course I'm not dealing anything. I just need that cash. It's not mine, they lend it to me and I can't find it!” He was worried . He wiped the little bit of sweat sneaking up on his forehead.

He turned back to face Harry and the look on his face wasn't very readable. It was rather scary to look at, in fact , it made him feel threatened.

“Harry! I need the cash now!!” Louis yelled nervously causing Harry to jump a little. Louis got close to him, his breath being trapped behind his lips and in the moment he opened his mouth , he door slammed open and in walked in a very angry and buff guy. His hair was slick back with a lob of gel and his eyes were very dark.

Harry looked up at the freakishly large guy with terror and sank onto Louis' bed. Louis turned around to find him breathing heavily in front of him , his arms loose to his side.