Eccedentesiast || Larry

18. Satisfied

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What an asshole, Harry thinks, pacing around the bathroom and tugging on the ends of his hair. He's never felt more betrayed and lied to in his life-well, maybe his dad leaving them was worse-but his heart is still broken. Louis is insistently pounding on the door, begging for Harry to come out, but he won't. He just won't come out.

"H, please! I can explain," Louis whimpers, knocking on the door one last time.

"Explain," Harry sternly says, facing the door.

There's some shuffling around before Louis speaks again. "Hello?"

"Um, Hi? I-"

"Hey, Jennifer," Louis says, and it's quite obvious now that he is not talking to Harry. He's calling her!?

"Can you please explain to dear Harry that I scratched myself, not you. You're on speaker."

The voice on the other end is muffled but Harry can hear it clear enough, and what do you know? Jennifer tells him the story of how Louis "really fucking itched" and those scratches were the cause of Louis' hands, not Jennifer's, and now Harry feels like a complete idiot for reacting the way he did. Louis didn't sleep with her. Harry is stupid for believing that he did.

Louis thanks Jennifer and ends the call, Harry assumes, so he cracks the door open just a bit, so that he can see Louis smiling at him. There's no 'I told you so' hidden behind that smile, no mocking, just a genuine, honest smile.

"I promised, and I always keep my promises," Louis says, opening his arms for Harry.

Harry fully opens the door, rushing into Louis' comforting arms and resting his head on Louis' shoulder (which, by the way, is slightly uncomfortable because Louis is so much shorter than Harry) and squeezes so hard Louis has to physically remove Harry's arms so he can breathe properly.

"I'm sorry, gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you," Harry rushes, pulling away to look into Louis' eyes.

"It's okay, really." Louis kisses Harry's forehead and grasps his shoulders, calming him down in an instant. Harry is so fascinated by Louis' soft voice, it makes his shoulders go slack every time he hears it. It's almost angelic.

They wind up back on Harry's bed, fully clothed and sitting across from each other. Something in the back of Harry's mind is bothering him; the fact that he is unsure about where they stand right now, whether or not they're a thing. He's never done this before, the relationship stuff, so he doesn't know how to bring it up. Harry lets it be for some other time.

"Do you want to play This or That?" Louis wonders out of nowhere, drawing Harry away from his thoughts.

"What is it?"

Louis explains the game, as simple and easy as it is, and they start.

"Ketchup or mustard?" Louis asks Harry.

"Ketchup," Harry replies. "Pop or rock music?"

Louis doesn't even pause to think it over. "Rock, definitely rock."

"Me too," Harry smiles.

They continue like this for a while, asking stupid ones like "Q or W?" and "pens or pencils?" until it's past 2:00 and Anne is calling Harry down for his dentist appointment.

They say their goodbyes and part ways, Louis kissing Harry on the cheek and Harry blushing all the while.

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(Now that these dreaded chapters that dealt with the same issue are over, things are going to be pretty smooth for a few chapters. A character from chapter 11 is making a reappearance, as well as a certain blond waiter, but more on that later. And I will also just be naming the next couple chapters the same thing, something like "fluff" or "calm" because I thought we all needed a break from drama and could use some cute chapters.

also, I have something major planned for the end of this, which won't be here until around chapter 35-40, so we've got time. A lot of shit has to happen, so beware.

Lastly, I start high school in a few days, which means I won't be online as much as I usually am. This being said, I'd like to start following an update schedule. I was thinking of doing either every tuesday and friday or every other tuesday and thursday. Thoughts?) (I just started COLLEGE!)