Loose Change (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Seven

>> Seventh Chapter <<

 Harry was now at Louis' flat. He didn't plan for this, it was an irrational decision to offer to take Louis home. But he just couldn't help it. Louis looked so helpless carrying all the stuff he just bought.

 It was already late at night, and Harry didn't want what happened last time to happen again. For those sick bastards to do what they planned on doing to Louis that night. Harry doesn't even know what they were planning to do, but he just knew that they weren't planning on having a fucking tea party with Louis in the middle of the streets that late in the evening.

 He and Louis had just arrived at the said flat. Harry set down all the shit he was holding onto the kitchen counter. Running back to the living room, he sat down on the couch beside Louis.

 Beside a crying Louis.

 Harry doesn't exactly remember how it happened but it was all so sudden. Him making his way up on the porch of Louis' house, while carrying most of the bags of groceries. Louis going up on the steps of his porch as well. And then BAM! It happened.

 It felt like it was in slow motion actually. Louis face planting onto the porch.

 The two bags of groceries drop on the porch beside Louis.

 Instantaneously though, Harry is by Louis' side. He set down the bags he was holding and immediately went to Louis' aid. Harry was worried for the poor lad.

 He helped him sit up and suddenly, he started crying hysterically. Louis had a slash across his cheek which had some blood going out.

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 So now, here they were. Harry trying to make Louis stop crying.

"Hey, it's okay." Harry tries. "But, Louis. First, I need to know...Where is your first aid kit?" he asked him.

"It's.... upstairs, in...in my bathroom." Louis said in between sobs.

"Okay, I'm going to go get it. You stay here and..." Harry wasn't very good at consoling people actually... "Just stay here," he said before going up the stairs, leaving a sobbing Louis.

 Once upstairs, he finds a door to his right which was wide open, it was the bathroom. Turning on the lights, he sees the white tiles of the bathroom. Harry then finds a few cabinets inside said bathroom.

 Firstly, he checks the medicine cabinet where the first aid kit would most likely be. But all he finds is soap, boxes and boxes of soap. But no first aid kit. He closes it again.

 To the right, he sees another cabinet, he decides to open that one next. But yet again, all he sees is soap.

"What the fuck...." he mumbles. This is just too much soap. He already found the first cabinet's boxes of soap to be too much, but this is just...TOO much.

 He closes the cabinet and turns to the last cabinet there. Well, third time's the charm right?

 Harry opens up the cabinet and is faced with once again, dozens upon dozens of boxes....of soap.

"But...didn't he just buy soap a while ago at the grocery store?" Harry questions to himself as he recalls Louis grabbing boxes of soap a while ago.

 Luckily, in the middle of the cabinet, next to papaya scented soap, is the first aid kit he's been looking for.

 Harry immediately grabs it and heads out of the bathroom which contained too many boxes of soap in it's cabinets, afraid that Louis might have bled to death downstairs through the cut on his cheek.

 He sees Louis sitting on the couch upon reaching the ground floor. He was sniffling though, not crying anymore.

"Sorry it took me a while to look for the fucking first aid kit...." Harry says, irritated by how much effort he had to put into it.

 Louis cringed at the curse word Harry let out.

"It's okay..." Louis smiles at Harry as he sat down beside Louis.

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 Louis currently had a blue bandage across his newly acquired wound, he told Harry that he wanted a purple bandage but Harry insisted on putting a blue one, so Louis just lets him. He wonders why blue though, Harry wouldn't tell him why. Maybe it's because he likes the way it matches the color of Louis' eyes, maybe not.

 Harry and Louis were now enjoying some cereal, in the middle of the night. Louis just couldn't wait until tomorrow to open his cereal, the Bee-Bottom-ones, just to get the prize.

 The prize he got was of a bee figurine which Louis found to be so cute that he put it right on his shelf. But Harry found the bee to be "fucking stupid" as he said.

"Why do you curse so much?" Louis suddenly asks as Harry swallows the chewed cereal he had in his mouth.

"Uh.." Harry was at a loss for words. Why indeed, did he curse so much? "I don't know, I just got so used to having to say them every time I guess..." he says with a shrug.

"But... cursing is bad, right?" Louis questions him.

 Harry gives another shrug as he takes another spoon of cereal. Desperate to get out answering Louis' question. Of course he knew that cursing was bad, but what's stopping him from being "bad"? If he wants to be bad then he'll be as bad as he wants....

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"I have to go now...thanks for the cereal?" Harry says as he stands by the door of Louis' flat.

"You're welcome!" Louis states with a dopey smile and the blue bandage on his cheek. "Are you going to go home now? It's getting pretty late, and some...bad people, might be out there..." Louis states worriedly.

"I'll be fine..." Harry says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And no, I'll actually have to go back to the fu--" he was about to say "fucking" but he suddenly recalls Louis' question from a while ago; "But... cursing is bad, right?". So he stops himself instead. "--n... fun. I meant fun grocery store," he says with a nervous chuckle, trying to act casual. Like he wasn't just about say a swear word. "I left my motorcycle back there..."

"Okay...be safe." Louis says. "Oh, and goodnight!" he says with a grin.

"Goodnight to you too, Louis..."