Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 6

September 27, 2014

[6/27/2020, I'm going to try (the main word here is try) to update faster so I can move on to other stories! Thank you again for the support]

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I waited for his response. I expected him to call me weird or a freak and leave. 

"So what?" 

"What?" I exclaimed and leaned back to look at him. Autism has been the very bane of my existence!

"It's a-always mattered. T-That's why nobody l-likes me."

"It doesn't really."

"But I-it does. It a-always does." 

The reason I've always been treated like an alien since grade school. The reason I never had any friends and was constantly ignored. The reason I have this embarrassing stutter. The reason why my parents probably left.

"It's doesn't to me." He replied.

Louis' P.O.V

Now I feel shitty, I had no idea he had a condition. Somebody really should've told me instead of letting me look like an asshole. I just thought he was a weird, shy and quirky kid.

"I-I knew you j-judged me. When you f-first met m-me." He mumbled trying to make eye contact.

"No, I didn't." I lied looking anywhere but his face.

"Don't l-lie." He said looking down at his lap. 

"I'm not. I don't judge." I lied again. I really am an asshole.

"I-If you s-say so. Friends t-then?" He asked, his eyes burning holes in the side of my face.

"How about just tutor?" I teased.

"O-Okay." He said disappointed. God, this kid needs to lighten up.

"I'm just kidding, Curly. We can be friends." I said finally looking down and meeting his eyes. They were an earthy forest green with flecks of brown, unlike any I have ever seen before.

For a moment, his whole face lightened up and gave me a toothy grin while nodding his head. He wasn't bad looking at all.

"So w-why are y-you really h-here?" He asked, returning to his gloomy state.

"I was--concerned about you." I admitted.

"Why?"

"Cause I guess I felt guilty for kicking you out." I sighed heavily while closing my eyes. I wasn't very good at admitting my wrongs.

"O-Oh it's okay. N-Nothing new." He mumbled. I bit my lip looking down at him snuggled against my chest, fighting sleep. His eyes were fluttering open and closed. I don't think I've ever met anyone more innocent and the guilt was just eating me up.

"You can go to sleep." I suggested.

"Y-you can l-let y-yourself out w-when you w-want."

"Well--what if I want to stay?" 

What type of person abandons someone after confessing something like that?

"Okay." He cracked a smile, making his dimple prominent. Of course, he had dimples. 

Harry's P.O.V

I slowly came to, and the first thing I noticed was the lack of warmth around me. I knew he'd leave, but why did it still hurt? I squinted my eyes and the sun was directly in my face. It was morning. A scent of sweetness and butter hit my nose and I immediately sat up from the couch. Are those Pancakes? A loud bang from a dropped pan, with a long list of expletives following, echoed from the kitchen.

"You gotta be awake now Curly!" Louis shouted from the kitchen.

"I t-thought y-you left!" 

"I did get groceries. You have no food."

"No s-shit I was g-gonna go shopping t-today." I groaned rubbing my eyes with a smile on my face. I couldn't let him know how overjoyed I was that he stayed.

"Cranky." He muttered. I slowly stood up and stretched while walking over to where he was by the stove. He was wearing his same outfit from yesterday with messy hair, but he still managed to look so charming and handsome. He was flipping pancakes in one pan while cooking eggs in another. I smelled a hint of meat and I peeked down to look in the oven to see bacon sizzling. 

"Is this all e-edible?" I joked to try and hide my joy. He was cooking for me.

"I'll have you know I'm a great cook." 

"W-Whatever you s-say." I replied sitting down at the table trying not to cry. I can't believe someone is taking the time to cook for me. A few minutes later he put a plate in front of me with the deliciously steaming food on it. I could've started drooling.

"Good?" He said smugly watching me scarf down my plate.

"Y-Yeah I haven't h-had a g-good meal in a w-while." I laughed. A sympathetic look came upon his face and I looked down at my plate again. That look was similar to the one teachers would give me when they saw me playing by myself at recess. I couldn't stand it.

I finished my food quickly and placed my dish in the sink. I walked passed him and up the stairs so I could go to my room and get ready for the day. I opened my closet and mindlessly grabbed a random shirt and black jeans.

"Let me pick out your clothes." He said, startling me. I turned around to see his arms folded over his chest and looking at my outfit choice disapprovingly.

"Make s-some noise w-when you c-come up will y-you? And I-I didn't k-know I h-had a stylist."

"Well, now you do so move over." He said scooching me aside peering in my closet. 

"I see food shopping isn't the only type of shopping you need to do." He mumbled and I rolled my eyes. I only went from school to home, I had no need for nice clothing. After a few insults about my style, or lack thereof, he laid out a grey long-sleeved shirt with thin yellow stripes across it, a jean jacket, loose-fitting blue jeans, and black converse.

"I-I don't know." I said unsure. I would never have chosen something like that for myself.

"Just try it on." He said shoving the clothes in my hand. I sighed heavily, seeing that I was not getting out of this situation. I shooed him out of the room so I could change and when I looked in the mirror I was pleasantly surprised with how well it came together.

"Are you done?" He asked while entering my room.

"H-Hey, what if I-I was c-changing?"

"But you weren't now, were you? Do you wear those glasses?" He asked picking up my eyeglasses off my bedstand.

"N-Not usually. T-They make me l-look even w-worse."

"Try them on." He said trying to put them on my face.

"No!" I exclaimed pushing him away, but he was stronger than he looked.

"Come on, please?"

"No!"

"Pwease for Louis?" He asked sticking out his bottom lip and pouting. I glared at him and snatched the glasses out of his hand while he smirked in satisfaction. I slid them on my face and I thought I heard his breath hitch.

"I knew I-I looked u-ugly." I mumbled looking at the ground, my feet suddenly becoming very interesting.

"Far from it." He muttered tilting my chin up so we were making eye contact. I felt blood rush to my cheeks and I covered my hands with my face. He pushed my hands down and fixed my hair gingerly. He took a step back and looked me up and down while I blushed endlessly.

"You look great." 

"T-Thanks."

"Let's go, I'm driving you to school."

"As l-long as I d-don't die o-on the w-way there."

"No promises."

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