I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 42- Figuring things Out Post Breakup

A/N:- Sorry for the hold up guys. I had shit to deal with!I will be posting three chapters in the space of two days and y'all have to wait a bit for the final chapter after that! Enjoy!

It was six a.m. Eating his cereal in the kitchen Louis noticed that nobody was up yet. He put the spoon to his mouth and heard the familiar steps of converse sneakers come down the stairs and abruptly come to a halt in the kitchen doorway.

The slow restarting of action, then dishes disrupting in the drainer, then the spoon drawer opening and the light clinking of spoons, followed by the fridge door opening let Louis know Harry was planning on having cereal too.

He raised a brow at the boy as he sat down opposite him and poured his milk.

"Mornin, Harry," he said with a raspy but delicate voice. Harry neglected to raise his head.

"What? You're never gonna talk to me again, is that it?" Louis kept his eyes on the boy as he ignored him.

"After all the beautiful things we did together I never thought we'd be back here." Louis spoke with pain streaked tone, remembering what Harry was like after he confessed his feelings to him two weeks before.

Harry glanced at the entrance and then at Louis. He then lowered his head and continued eating.

Slouching in and throwing a sleepy eye on the boys, Gemma started making coffee.

"Morning, guys."

Neither boy answered.

"In the truck...In my bed... In the stables," Louis continued to drone, head tilted to follow Harry's avoiding eyes. "In the cab-"

Harry stood suddenly, hitting his palm on the table and stomping out the back door, slamming it loudly.

Gemma whirled around from the counter and looked at Louis with a 'what the heck just happened?' face.

Louis saw good opportunity to capitalize. "He broke up with me. That means you have nothing to hold over my head, so cancel the jump!"

"See, that's where you are wrong, City boy. It's been, what? Three days since you've been sitting on my secret? What's mum going to think when she finds out you kept that from her for so long?"

Louis looked at her, dismantled.

"It's simple. Stay out of my way. Let me do my thing, and when it's all over she never gets to know you knew about it all along."

Louis threw a disgusted snort at her and stormed out the to the living room, and out the front door, the opposite of where Harry went.

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"Shit!" Harry quietly exclaimed, instantly, sorry he slammed the door. He was sure his mother would come running to see what happened.

He ran down the back stairs and dived under the little nook where he had sat with Louis the first week he came. He rest his bum down and winced; he was still sore from all the stuff they did the past few days.

Shifting to a comfortable position, he pulled out his phone and texted Louis.

'Please, Louis, you can't talk to me like that anymore. Or look at me the way you do. Let's just act normal, please, there's nothing more to happen between us. You'll go to college and forget all of it.'

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Out by the truck, Louis lit a cigarette and kicked a wheel. He was so enraged he picked up a stone and threw it as far out down the steep hill as possible.