Let Me Teach You Something (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 51

Harry was seething. He couldn't control his breathing and his heart was pounding in his chest. He clasped his hands into fists to try and stop the shaking but he still felt the waves ripple through his fingers.

"Harry," Louis sounded so worried. Like he was scared for Harry.

Harry could imagine what he looked like right now. Raging, crazy, turned on, a mess. He was swallowing down every desire he had under a barely caged need to protect the smaller, older boy that just called his name.

"Harry? Are you-"

"Shut up!" Harry hated yelling, and yelling at Louis was something he'd never forgive himself for. He hated the way his voice sounded, the grating nature of it bouncing off the ornate walls. "I can't think around you," he said more reasonably.

Harry covered his face with his hands and scrubbed at his eyes like he might be able to clear his thoughts if he cleared his vision.

Louis walked closer but didn't get within arms length in case he couldn't resist and tried to touch Harry.

Harry shook his head and felt water press into the palms of his hands that he held to his face. "I hate myself," Harry whispered with a broken voice. "I hate everything I am. I hate what I've done. I hate this. Please, I hate this."

Louis watched as Harry leaned a hand on the wall and nearly fell forward into it with the confession. He hurt seeing Harry hurt, but he didn't know what to do since Harry hated himself so much because of Louis.

Harry legs felt weak. His knees almost gave out and leaned on the wall to keep himself up. "I've told so many lies in my life, but I've never hated myself more than when I lied to you."

Louis barely whispered, "What lie, Harry?" To be frank, of course Louis knew what lie. He wasn't trying to make Harry say it to hurt him. He just needed to here it so he could finally sleep again. Selfish maybe, but he hadn't functioned correctly since Harry said...what he said, and if Louis could finally get some peace from Harry then he had to try.

Harry was shaking his head slowly back and forth before he placed his forehead against the wall. The room stilled, all the air evaporated, and the world stopped turning for a moment when Harry took a deep, deciding breath.

He balled his hand into a fist and hit the wall in conclusion. Harry turned on Louis and took a few determined steps to him. He held Louis' face in his hand and brought him into a kiss that stole what little breath Louis was holding in anticipation.

Harry pulled him in so close that Louis started breathing in sync with Harry's body. Louis was shocked and still against Harry's lips for a second before the damn broke and Louis pushed them back and Harry hit the wall with a groan.

Louis put on hand on the wall to still himself and the other around Harry's shaking form. Harry's hands gripped Louis' face, hair, neck, shoulders like he wasn't sure he was real.

Their mouths fought with the fire that had been burning for months, ever since that night when Harry broke him. Louis made sure Harry felt every move of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, every bite of teeth.

Harry brought a leg up to wrap around Louis' hips and pulled him harder against him. Tears were falling now, the salt of them mixing with the sweet, reverent taste of Louis' lips.

Louis grabbed Harry's other leg and pulled him up to straddle him while he pushed him further up the wall. Harry whined into Louis' mouth and squeezed his legs around him. He couldn't breathe or think, only feel.

And he felt so much. Felt Louis' breathe inside his lungs. Felt Louis' pulse against his skin. Felt Louis' heart beat fast inside his own chest. All he felt was Louis.

Louis held tight under Harry's legs and rocked him into the wallpaper. He savored the rough material of Harry's jeans in his fingers.

This can't be real. This feeling he'd missed so much. Stronger, harder than he'd ever felt it. The faint sound of applause was so far away in Louis' hazy mind.

"Excuse me? Mr. Styles?" a small voice tried to interrupt. Harry barely noticed the tiny intrusion and waved them away while he pushed into Louis. The voice came again, "Mr. Styles it's time for your speech."

That broke through the fog. Speech. Speech?

Harry broke away and spat, "Shit!" as he remember where he was and his duties tonight. His breathing was erratic and he couldn't calm his pulse enough to hear anything clearly. "Speech, shit!"

He scrambled and Louis dropped him to the floor but didn't back up. Louis' hair was no longer the smooth quiff it was when he arrived. His shirt was wrinkled and his face was pink. Harry loved it. He tried to memorize it for all of posterity.

He glanced to the small girl with wide, shocked eyes and swore again. "I have a speech. Fuck, I have to go," he breathed and smiled at Louis. Louis smiled back because this couldn't be happening.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair to try and get it back to some resemblance of styled. Louis tucked his shirt back in for him and ran his hands down the front to smooth it out.

But Harry's lips were still bright red, his eyes were glassy, and his wore a look that said please fuck me, Lou.

People would know.

Harry rose an eyebrow in question and Louis smiled in approval. Harry leaned in and ran his lips over Louis' ear. "I'm a fantastic liar. Never believe anything I say unless it's my relentless confessions of love for you."

Louis eyes fluttered closed and he turned into Harry's space, but Harry pulled away and smiled at the girl. "Sorry. I'm ready." He looked over his shoulder at Louis and smirked before following the girl back into the dining room.

Louis fell back against the wall and touched his fingers to his ear, then to his lips.

This can't be real.