He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 16

Harry'sPOV

"You okay now, babe?" I ask the flustered boy on the crutches.

"Y-Yeah." he blushes and hops to the armchair, the electricity back on, so the lampshade is eliminating half of Louis' face making him seem likes he's glowing. He's gorgeous...

"So, how about we-"

ring
ring
ring
ring

I pocket out my phone and accept the call without looking at the ID.

"Hello?" I say into my phone.

"Hi, baby. I'm at yours but your mum says you're at Louis'? Anyway, I'm on my way. I've got a surprise!" Cathy's voice heard on the other end of the line.

And before I could say something further, she cuts the call off, leaving me panicked and slightly confused. This girl is too clingy, my god. Are we..in like a relationship? Wait...I'm her boyfriend...well shit.

"Styles,"

I snap my head around to Louis, placed on the armchair, with his feet over the arm lazily, and a book in his hand, curled up. From what I can tell it's a John Green book.

I don't like John Green.

"I don't like John Green." I tell him, making him look up from the worn-down pages and to me with wide blown eyes.

"What?! How can you not love John Green! He's amazing!" He exclaims, holding up the book in his hand. Looking For Alaska.

"It looks crap." I laugh at him. He responds with a scowl, "Oh, and what author do you like?" Louis snarls at me. He sure does love his books.

"Twili-"

"That's crap." Louis shoots just as his mother walks into the living room.

"Louis! Language!"

"Sorry, mum" he murmurs, looking down shamefully. Aww, he's so adorable.

"There is food in the kitchen," Jay tells us and we nod in reply. "Where's Lottie?" Louis asks. "Sleeover." Jay informs and heads to the door where the doorbell was heard only a few seconds ago.

"Hello, and who are you?" Comes Jay's voice from the front door. A distinguished voice is heard and my eyes buldge.

Cathy.

Several seconds later, Cathy and Fizzy and walk in the room. Cathy smiles to me, sitting down by my side. Fizzy storms into the room, with a clear displeasing look written on her face.

I look at the pair confused as Fizzy snatches the crutches layed out on the floor, resulting into Louis grumbling obscene words such as fudgeand getting out the armchair with much difficulty. I'm about to stand up and help him, when Cathy pulls me down with my arm. Louis sends me a slide glance then sighs. He hops over to his sister.

Louis'POV

"Who's that girl and why is she here with Harry?" Fizzy hisses to me.

"She's Lucy's babysitter; it's what I've heard anyway," I remember the day when the pair both bumped into each other. The day I broke my ankle.

"And it doesn't concern you either. Leave it" I tell my sister. She gives me my crutches back and walks away with a trudge in her heavy footsteps.

I shake my head and hop to the living room where Harry and Cathy are cuddled up on the sofa. I turn around and pick up my John Green book off the armchair in a new found jealous mood which is unusual because I don't envy anyone. Never was and never will. Well was...

Seeing as I'm in the crutches and can't really walk up to my bedroom, I go to the basement where I normally hang around. Once I get down the 5 wooden steps, I push myself down on the king bed with red covers. I look around the room, and see a framed picture of me in my old school where at that time I wasn't bullied and out of the closet. I was on the stage, playing Grease. I then catch a glimpse of my 4 football trophies and football shirt with Tomlinsonwritten on the back. My concert tickets to TheScript framed and my abundance of black books of songs I've written over the years. All my belongings when I was in Doncaster kept in here. When I was the little boy afraid of growing up. I don't know why I kept these. I guess, I just wasn't willing or readyto let these memories go. Even if some were me being kicked, shoved, punched and hit. I limp over to the black books and flip over my earliest book. I grab it and on my bed. I turn the pages until I'm on the last page where I've last written. I read little scibles on the white page:

He walks in and the room just lights up, but he don't want anyone to know.

Then another,

He's not afraid of scary movies.

And another...

Maybe he's just trying to test me, wanna see how hard I'm gonna work, wanna see if I can really tekk how much he's worth. 

Then another,

He's not afraid of running wild.

After reading the last sentence, I shut the book close loudly.

I'm writing about Harry and I wasn't even aware of it...