Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 10

October 2, 2014 - Original update

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[Update: 9/11/20, I finished editing this chapter at nearly 3am. Feels like the old days :) ]

Harry's P.O.V

"I hate this shit." Louis grumbled as he begrudgingly swallowed the thick pink liquid.

"I-It should m-make y-you feel better."

I set the spoon on the coffee table next to the bottle of Pepto Bismol and walked into the kitchen. After rummaging around the cabinets I found a can of chicken noodle soup. As angry as I was and as I much as I desperately wanted to forget Louis, I just couldn't. Even though he hurt me, the only thing I wanted to do was be in his presence. Due to all the time we spent together, I was already attached. I've never had anyone like Louis in my life before. Even though only a couple days had passed I had missed Louis dearly. I missed the scent of his musky cologne and the constant playful banter. I missed how we would rest our feet on my textbooks and take naps together. I missed how he would brag about being an excellent cook as he cooked breakfast in the morning.

"I don't know if you can overboil soup, but you're about to find out." Louis chuckled from the living room. I blushed and quickly turned off the stove and made poured the bubbling soup into a ceramic bowl.

"Oh shit--" He began and loud retching sounds followed. I placed the bowl on the wooden tray and placed it on the coffee tray in the living room.

"This is like the third time!" He mumbled before returning back to emptying his stomach.

"I-I think y-you have t-the stomach f-flu." I sighed as I sat down and rubbed his back. After moments he placed the trashcan down with a loud sigh and leaned back onto the couch.

"I should get home soon, I know you don't want to deal with taking care of me."

"I-I don't m-mind! I-It's not l-like I have anything e-else to d-do!" I blurted. I actually kind of enjoy taking care of him.

"I'm sure anything else is better than this." He chortled, closing his eyes.

"But e-everything is b-better with y-you." I said so quietly I didn't think he'd hear. I looked up from my feet and saw him giving me that intense stare again. After a moment he chuckled and grabbed my arm so I fell into his chest. He rested his chin on my head and sighed deeply. I could hear his strong and consistent heartbeat thumping through his chest like a drum.

"You mean that?" He asked softly.

"Y-Yes." I breathed. He sighed again, leaning back and placing his arm on his forehead.

"What am I suppose to do now?" He mumbled under his breath.

"W-What do y-you m-mean?"

"Nothing Curly, I'm taking a nap."

But what did he mean?

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"L-Louis you h-have to eat s-something."

"I'm not hungry. Plus I'm just going to throw it all up anyway, it's pointless!"

"Y-You h-have to try!" I explained placing the tray on his lap.

"I appreciate it, but no." He said placing the tray next to him on the couch. A lump began to form in my throat and tears begin to well in my eyes. Why won't he just eat the damn soup?

"I-I'm j-just trying t-to help you!"I snapped, covering my face with my hands. Don't freak out.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He responded after a few moments. I heard the spoon softly clank against the ceramic bowl and loud, obnoxious slurping. My frustration immediately vanished and I smiled into my hands.

"Come on, look, I'm eating!" 

I peaked from behind from my hands and saw his cheeks filled with so much soup he looked like a blowfish. I reached over to poke his cheek and pretended to like he was going to throw up.

"D-Don't t-throw up on m-me!" I shrieked immediately scooting farther away.

Louis' P.O.V

Even though I was sick and felt like shit, for some reason I was still happy? Being taken care of when you're ill makes anyone feel good right?

"Come back over here." I demanded after swallowing the soup in my mouth. To hell with all of this uncertainty, I need to find this out now.

"F-Finish it all f-first! I don't t-trust you." He said scooting further away from me on the couch. Even though I wasn't really hungry I ate the soup as fast as I could. 

"Look." I said showing him my empty bowl and opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out. He smirked at me and crawled back over to my side.

"I-I thought you w-weren't h-hungry." He said smugly in my face, leaning into me. Can I even deny it at this point. How can I put up a fight against such kind, and luminous, olive-colored eyes? How am I suppose to withstand those deep dimples adding another element of adorable to an already extremely loveable face? For the finishing blow--how can I deny those enticing, plump cherry red lips.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes while grabbing his face and smashing our lips together. 

Harry's P.O.V

I could feel the heat radiating off of my face and I knew my entire face was beat red. I think this is what it feels like when your heart stops. There's no way this is happening right now. I cracked open an eye, and yeah, this was really happening. Louis was kissing me.  He pulled my face away for a moment and observed me.

"You know you can breathe right?" He chuckled and I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

"S-Sorry." I giggled nervously feeling my heart about to pound through my chest.

"Jesus Christ. This is what I'm talking about. It's when you do things like that!" He exclaimed exasperatedly. The grip he had on my face tightened slightly.

"T-Things like w-what?" 

"When you giggle and blush--just all that cute shit. Now what am I supposed to do when I like you so much?" He sighed heavily. Is that what he meant earlier? Abruptly, he pressed our lips back together, and the knot in my stomach only twisted tighter. He gently cupped my face with his hand and grabbed me by my waist, bringing us closer than before. His balmy scent filled my nose and the only thing I could think of was him. My arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned even further into his warm body. I tried to keep up with his tender yet skilled lips, but I was failing miserably. Nevertheless, it was perfect to me. I'd never felt such a thrill in my life. 

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Ooh pretty baby

This world might've gone crazy

The way you save me

Who can blame me

When I just wanna make you smile?

"T-This is a r-really good s-song." I hummed, closing my eyes and burrowing even further into his chest. 

"It's one of my favorites at the moment." He grabbed his phone, turning down the volume slightly and returned back to holding me tightly.

"W-Well, I guess y-you h-have good t-taste."

"I do, don't I?" He chuckled placing his head on mine again. By this time I already knew in his arms was my favorite place to be

Baby you're so classic

Baby you're so classic

Baby you,

Baby you're so classic

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Kind had to break this up into 2 chapters. Lol luv ya <3 vote and comment plz.

-britishwriterliv