finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day fifteen part three✈️

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day fifteen part three : died and gone harry

"well isn't this awkward?"

"harry, i-i- wow did anyone ever tell you how hot you look shirtless?"

"up now."

okay, louis was so not expecting this action from harry.

he gulps, "no. this is my bed, get your own."

"get up or else you're getting a spanking and i swear to god or so help me, i will do it without the sweats on," harry hisses, secretly enjoying the way louis is surprisingly looking at him with a look of wonder and yet small confusion but doing so, louis gets up from the bed.

"slow down christian grey, don't spank me hard enough so i get up and ran away." louis jokes, slowly walking over to the younger lad. "what, do you have a playroom, too?"

harry rolls his eyes, suddenly taking louis' hand and tugging him hard enough so he hits the maroon painted wall with a groan.

"what the hell-"

harry growls, "don't say a word or i'm taking you right here and now,"

louis keeps silent as harry guides him out the dark apartment.

as they walk, louis decides to just surrender and let harry do as he please. he needed this time to think over how harry's reaction is different how he imagined it to be. mad and angry in thought but hot and mysterious in reality and louis couldn't want him in any other way. he cried days and nights thinking about how harry would never take him for who he is - now that he knows he was once a secretive criminal that the nation didn't know about. it's not like louis wants to kill harry because even though in his mind, he denies it so often, he's i-

"we're here,"

louis bursts from his train of thoughts, glancing around to only see darkness and no light whatsoever.

"are you going to kill me?" he whispers lowly almost enough that only he can hear it.

a dark laugh is heard, "says you over here,"

ow, louis thinks, looking away as the words hit him in the face harshly.

"look, harry, 'm sorry alright? it's not something you can easily tell someone and expect their thoughts to be the same, okay? especially not to someone that means a lot to me.."

harry huffs, crossing his arms, "i'm not being selfish and all but if i meant something to you, wouldn't you at least feel comfortable telling me? are you not settle in yet with me because i don't see it, louis!"

he gasps, turning around to face harry although he can't see because the darkness, "trying not to be selfish, yeah? well you're not doing a marvelous job, harry!" he gestures all over the place with his small hands. "maybe, i'm not comfortable with the whole us thing yet after three months, alright? it's not like you can force me into something i clearly don't want to be in or deal with!"

once those words fly from louis' mouth, he suddenly regrets them like a child talking back to his mum.

harry on the other side, his mind is completely in mindblowing shock at louis' choice of words. it hurts yes, but he can't say that he didn't see it coming because he did but not this hard. they weighted him down as if a person were tugging on his shoulders and constantly asking for a piggyback ride.

"harry..?" louis whispers, the darkness now not settling with him in the right way. he pushes his arms out, eagerly trying to find the lanky, skinny boy in the dark but with no success, he pulls them back to his chest with tears starting to appear in his eyes. how can he loose harry again after just finding him? it was like game with him and harry ; first harry finding him, louis finding him, then harry finding him, and now louis trying to find him but all in all, it all started with finding louis first.