Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

F i f t y

Personal space.

Harry needs it.

He's been trying to avoid giving Louis affection—since the incident. Don't get him wrong, he loves Louis dearly and he's really a huge fan of hugging—but he just can't do it anymore...because it seems like he's betraying someone.

The thing is that he hates cheaters.

If he finds someone cheating, he won't even bother making up. He'll just leave them like nothing happened—of course, add the crying later.

So yeah, he's an anti for cheaters.

And he doesn't want to hate himself for that.

But then technically, he's somehow one and he's still so damn guilty about it. He doesn't want to remember anything from that night. Why did he even do that? It's horrible. He's clearly in a committed relationship. What can't he understand from that?

That is why in this trip, he promises to never lay a single finger on Louis

But Louis's making it hard.

They're literally in the same room and are going to be sleeping together for five days.

"So where's your side of the bed?" Louis asks, throwing his duffel bag on the carpeted floor with a heavy thud—just saying, if there were any glass in there, it would probably be broken because of how much force he threw it on the floor.

Harry gulps at that and shuffles in his place, proceeding to sit on the bed and shrug. "I-I don't know. Maybe I can take the floor." He suggests. Louis shakes his head, looking at Harry ridiculously.

He slowly walks over to him to touch his shoulder but Harry flinches and moves away. Louis waddles away awkwardly, pursing his lips.

"I—uh-I can just—I can take the floor." Louis stutters, glancing at Harry, who's staring at the ground as if it's interesting to look at.

Silence. Not comfortable silence...awkward silence. As if there's a wall between them, preventing them to interact.

"Hey—uhm—wanna go down to—uh-walk around?"

Harry nods, "y-yeah, okay." He stands up from the bed.

"I'll call the guys." He picks up the telephone provided by the hotel and dials their room number. It rings and then after a couple more, it picks up.

"Heyyy...We'll meet you guys in the lobby in like five minutes? Yeah? That okay? Okay. Yeah, bye." Louis puts it back and turns to Harry.

"They'll be down in five. Wanna go now or do you want to like change into some comfortable clo—"

Harry shakes his head immediately, hopefully to make things less awkward.

"Alright, alright." Louis says, standing up and brushing past Harry, who's now floundering behind him.

He opens the door wide for Harry to walk out of, making Harry thank him quietly.

They wander the quiet halls in silence, of course. Louis doesn't know why but he feels a bit uneasy too. It wasn't like this before.

Louis coughs, "so..you good?" He asks, hoping for a long answer. To be quite honest, he doesn't like this side of Harry. It's just mysterious and scary—not like he's scared of him, of course not but in a sense that you don't know what he's about to do and what's the cause of why he's acting like this.