I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14- Hold me

I love you guys so much

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Harry's P.O.V

I saw Louis drop his tray of lunch and run directly the other way when Eleanor said those words.

I stared after him mouth agape and stomach in knots I have to go see if he's okay. I have to make sure Louis' okay.

"Did you hear me Harry?" Eleanor's words snapped me from out of my thoughts as I noticed that everyone at the table was paying attention to us. Some looking confused, some looking jealous, some looking adored at the scene playong out in front of them.

I turned to look at Eleanor, her smile slowly fading. "Was it- did I say it to soon?" She asked getting upset.

"I..no...I don't- I have to go."

I swiftly moved her from off of my lap rushing out of the cafeteria. I had to fix this. I had to fix this now.

I made my way down the empty hallways, desperate in finding the love of my life. I'm such a fuck up. I'm always doing something to mess up my life. To mess up something great.

I ran down a few more hallways, scratching my hair from underneath my headscarf. I heard a whimper down the 300 hallway of the school, and I was sure it was Louis.

I ran down to the hallway until I stopped straight in my ways, a small gasp falling from my lips.

Louis was laying against a guy's chest, the guy stroking his hair softly holding him close against him. Louis whimpering, slightly shaking in the guy's arms.

I chose that moment to back away, my heart shattering in pieces, my eyes welling up with tears. I let the love of my life go.

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Louis' P.O.V

I ran down the hallwaysn, frantic desperate tears running down my face. "I love you Harry"  Ran through my brain over and over.

I could hardly breathe running as fast as I could. I can't do anything, so I just run hoping my feelings would go away, hoping the everlasting pain would just stop.

Next thing I knew I was slamming into someone's torso, falling directly on the ground my head spinning, tears still running out of my eyes.

"Louis? Louis, mate are you okay?" The person asked in a concerned tone, I knew that voice. It was that peverted kid Zayn from my English class.

I'd always see him not so subtly staring at my bum like it was a piece of cake everytime I got up from my seat to get something.

I felt his hands go around my waist making my shudder in a gasp. He pulled me into himself, leaning against the lockers. I buried my head in his chest in my vulnerable state. I needed this. I needed a hug.

I felt his hands go up to my chin making me look into his deep hazel eyes. The stare making me shiver under the gaze.

His thumb went to my cheeks, wiping the stained tears that fell there away. "You know, you're too pretty to be crying." He said making me jump in suprise being the first to talk in all the comfortable silence.

I sniffled looking down at my feet again, not wanted him to see the tears that came back. It's just that, my heart hurts. Everytime a take a breath it's this aching pain in my chest that I feel and I don't like it.

I don't like being like this because this isn't me. This isn't Louis Tomlinson. This isn't who I am. Harry Styles changed who I am in more ways than one. I just wish it was for the better.

"Gonna tell me what's wrong?" Zayn asked again lifting my chin up slightly causing the tears to slip out of my eyes again. I shook my head. I didn't want anyone to know about me and Harry. It'd just make thing worst.

"C-could you just like, h-hold me?" I asked in a shaky voice trying to make it sound as stable as possible but failing.

Zayn didn't question it, pulling me into his warm embrace while my whimpers got quieter, and quieter. I got sleepy as time went by in Zayn's comfortable grasp.

I haven't been getting much sleep at night and I felt myself slowly slipping away into his chest.

I thought I heard a gasp from someone nearby at one point but, hey probably wasn't that important anyways.