Cheshire Chatroom [Larry AU]

Chapter 7

I woke up to the smell of strawberry shampoo and a fluffy feeling under my chin. There was a warmth pressed against my side and a weight on my chest. I smiled and snuggled up against the feeling. Snores were heard and my eyes snapped open. I looked down gasping and pushing off the boy, scrambling up. He groaned rubbing his eyes as he sat up from the ground.

"What the fuck?!" I sneered from my bed, scowling at him.

Harry's face showed confusion and sleepiness,"What?"

"You were snuggling with me! You faggot!" I accused, rubbing my body as if he gave me cooties.

His cheeks tinted a dark red,"Uh-h."

"Uh-h," I mocked then glared,"No one knows about this or i'll stab you!"

He flinched at my tone, nodding quickly,"Promise!"

"Good," I snapped. He rubbed the back of his head then winced. I frowned and stood up walking towards him.

"What are you doing?" He whispered frightened, as I moved some curls out of the way to see his bump from last night from when he hit it on my side table. I lightly touched it and he hissed in pain.

"Sorry," I said quietly.

He stiffened and I bit my lip. Shit, I apologized? Wow, what has gotten into me? I pulled back and he glanced around awkwardly with pink cheeks. I realized I like making him blush, but I shouldn't.

"So, erm...when are our mum's and sisters getting back?" He asked after a uncomfortable silence.

I shrugged,"They never said." He nodded, stomach growling as he sheepishly looked at me. I rolled my eyes,"C'mon let's eat."

***

After breakfast my mum called saying they'll be here in about an hour, they were suppose to come later but had to leave early. Great another hour with Harry. I went upstairs to change pulling out some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I stripped to my boxers, tossing my pajama pants in the basket.

"Hey Lo-Oh Sorry!"

I turned seeing Harry with red cheeks covering his eyes.

"Pervert!" I shouted tugging on my sweatpants quickly.

He lowered his hands from his face ,"M'sorry I-I thought -"

"That because we're alone and your a faggot that you could hook up with me?" I glared putting on my shirt stomping towards him.

He flinched back,"N-No.."

"Well good, cause like I said before, no one wants a pathetic, worth-less, good for nothing, queer like you anyways!" I sneered shoving him against the wall.

He whimpered in pain, back harshly pressed again the wall,"I-I promise i w-wasn't spying. I w-was just-"

"Just what?!"

"I-I dunno." he sighed weakly, confusion in his eyes.

My eyes narrowed,"See? You can't even think of a good excuse as to seeing my practically naked body, Ha!"

"Can you please let me go now..?" He asked quietly.

I looked into his feared green eyes and this weird feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. What is it? Guilt? Why do I feel guilty? Is it sadness? Do I feel guilty for causing him so much fear and sad for being the one to cause it?

I let him go and he scrambled into the bathroom shutting the door. I groaned throwing my head back against the wall. Why am I so mean to him? Honestly, i don't even know. Why do I care if I hurt him? I've been doing it for years, so what changed?

***

When Harry came out of the bathroom he was changed into simple tan chinos and a white collared shirt. Simple, but effective.

We stayed our distance, watching telly and eating chips on the love seat in silence. I glanced at him a few times, however paid no mind as to why I did so. I could catch his eye on me at times, for some reason it made me feel happy knowing he was looking at me too.

About 40 minutes later my mum and sisters ran in hugging us and telling Harry it's time to go. Usually I'd feel ecstatic about him leaving, but something in me felt a bit empty that night when there was no curls tickling my chin and no weight on my chest.

***

"Hey Sexy," A familiar girly voice purred.

I smirked turning around, smirking"Hey Beautiful."

I recognized the girl from my one night stand at that party Zayn and NIall forceed me too. Eleanor giggled looking at me through her mascara eyelashes,"I've been thinking about you."

"Oh really?" I asked intrigued, or at least acting like it.

She nodded,"Yeah, and i've been thinking about maybe...getting together?"

I pondered. Why was I not accepting right away? Usually I'd jump on the chance of a desperate girl asking me out, especially since Eleanor is beautiful and was a good fuck.

Her hair is curly and sort of reminded me of Harry's curls, just not as soft. I frowned, why am I thinking of him? Maybe she would distract me from him.

"Sure babe, call me later?" I winked.

She grinned and nodded, I handed her my phone and she typed in her number, sending herself a text to save it to her own phone. I pecked her glossy lips before heading off to class.

***

When Study Hall came I groaned. How am I suppose to chat with 'curly' when i now know it's Harry? I looked around smirking seeing no Mr.Cowell and attempted to run out the door only to be stopped by the man himself,"And where do you think you're going Mr.Tomlinson?"

I glared at him, however retreated to a empty computer and logged into the chat room.

Curlycat94: Hi

Rolling my eyes i typed a response.

Hotpants92: Hey

CUrlycat94: What's up?

Hotpants92: Nothing.

This conversation wasn't as fun as the others. It felt so..different. I guess that makes sense since I know who he is, but why is he acting different?

Hotpants92: Is something wrong?

Curlycat94: I dunno...i just stayed over at someones house this weekend and it was strange.

My eyebrows shot up. Wait, he's talking about staying over at my place.

Hotpants92: Oh really? Why?

Curlycat94: Well he kinda hates me but he was also nice? I dunno he confuses me...i kinda somehow fell asleep on his chest :/

Unaware, I blushed remembering how right it felt. It was weird talking about myself even though he doesn't know he's talking to me. I sucked lightly on my bottom lip ring unsure of how to respond and typed lamely.

Hotpants92: Oh that is weird

CUrlycat94: Yeah, he and his friends hate me

Hotpants92: I'm sure they don't hate you...

CUrlycat94: HA! Trust me they do :(

For some reason I felt a sad feeling in me, he truly thinks I hate him? Wait- but I do. Don't I?