Make A Wish •larry stylinson•

V• Adela

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I'm kind of like, emotional right now.

This story was 991 on the fanfic list. (like a week ago) stfu, that's high. It's Love never even made it to the list. Like omg wut is happening. & Do you guiz know how it took me to get even 10 votes and comments on IL? FOREVER. And after about.. 2 weeks (not even) I have 30+ votes/ comments. Ermahgosh.

All your comments and votes make me extremely happy, espicially now since I'm in a pissy mood. Long story short my hair came out navy. Not blue. Navy. Adbywuf6fi.

Love you all! <33 Enjoy xx

Harry felt his bed move and bed springs creak and tensed. 

"Louis?" He whimpered.  

"Yeah, it's me." The sheets ruffled and a warmth slithered up next to him. "Do you mind?" He whispered, and Harry shook his head, knowing that Louis was asking for permission to get close. Harry didn't know why he was doing this, was Louis that afraid of getting close to him?  

Harry was facing the wall as Louis came up from behind and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist. Harry had the urge to sigh at the feel of Louis next to him. It had been so long. But all of a sudden Harry felt like his walls were breaking. It was a frightening feeling, but Harry welcomed it happily. 

"Harry?" Louis whispered, his hot breath leaving a tingling feel on Harry's neck.  

"Yes, Louis?" 

"Do you want to talk?"  

Dread filled Harry as he almost instantaneously knew what Louis was asking. He wasn't asking if Harry wanted to carry on a conversation. He was asking if he wanted to talk about... Her. 

Harry decided to play dumb. "About what?" 

"Adela," Louis said so quietly Harry almost didn't hear. 

That name still sent a thunder of sadness, regret, and despair through him. His eyes stung slightly as he swallowed a breath of air. 

"We don't have to talk," Louis said hastily. "I just thought..." 

"No," Harry insisted. He wanted to talk. He wanted to be close to Louis again. And if it meant opening up he would. 

Louis felt Harry's hand grab his and intertwine their fingers. He took a shaky breath as he shut his eyes tightly, thinking of the last time he saw Adela.  

"She broke up with me," Harry began. Louis moved closer and felt Harry shake in his arms. 

"She said... S-she told me that I... I was disgusting. That I was a terrible human being. That I... That I..."  Harry felt tears run down his face. An image of Adela flashed past in his mind, her long blonde tumbling hair, her big innocent blue eyes. The last time he saw them they were no longer innocent, they were cold and mean. Harry made a sound of hurt, and Louis's heart ached at the sound of the whimper that escaped his lips. 

"Why would she say that, boo?" Louis whispered into his ear as he squeezed his hand. 

"Because I... I made a mistake. I was confused and-and..." By now Harry was sobbing, and his hiccups made his words nearly incoherent.

Louis suddenly didn't want to know, if it meant hearing Harry's pained cries. How could someone say something like that to another person? Nothing Harry could have done would have been worthy of such a hurtful statement.

"I... I..." Harry sniffed, and took a few deep breaths as he calmed himself down. He had to get this out. He had to let someone know before he exploded."Do you remember Finn?"

Louis thought back to when someone had moved into the house next door. It was a sweet lad from some far away place, and Louis recalled not having seen him for some time.He nodded stiffly, and Harry continued.

"He... We were alone one day, I'm not sure where you were... With Eleanor I supose." Harry had a edge to his voice as he made that statement, but Louis disregarded it. 

"And, I don't know, but... Something happened and we... I... I kissed him. It was quick and harmless, I just wanted to know what it was like." Louis felt a rush of multicolored emotions, all of which were unidentifiable to him.

"But Adela she... She walked in." Harry didn't have to elaborate further, because a scene unraveled in Louis's mind as he thought of everything that could have went down.

"She called us stupid fags..." The word hung in the air, stinging both boys. None of the lads were even near homophobes, and the fact that people could be irked them. "She said that I was gay and I was going to burn in hell. She gave back the necklace I bought her and packed her bags and... Left..."

Louis wanted to say something, some sort of Liam-worthy speech, but his throat was unbearibly dry. He just found out a boatload of things, one of these things being that Harry was confused about his sexuality.

For some reason, that kept coming back into his head. He didn't know why, but that made him feel strange. He shouldn't care, except he felt like he was going to be caring too much.

"Harry... You're not disgusting... It's normal to be--" Louis's words were cut off by Harry's sobs and the rustling of sheets and he spun around and wrapped his arms around the older lad, squeezing him tightly and crying into his bare chest.

They fell asleep like that, Harry listening to the steady heartbeat that radiated from Louis's chest.

If you didn't guess, Adela is his exe. She's a bitch. End of.

Lol, umm.

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