In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

"Its easy when you're alone." (Chapter 2)

Louis never really knew what a relationship felt like, he never had one.

He couldn't- he couldn't think about someone touching him. He was scared, he hated thinking about it so; he never really did all that much.

He and Harry were watching the notebook, and in the back of his mind he always wanted a relationship and he always wanted someone to hold and call his and kiss and hug.

His step father ruined him, ruined his mind, ruined his life.
He didn't even know what Love felt like, he wanted to. He really did, he hoped one day; he would.

"getting sleepy?" Harry asked, yawning a bit.

"Me? nah, never," Louis chuckled, "I like this movie, it's cute,"

"It's my favorite, I mean, Ryan gosling is hot don't you think?" Harry laughed, tilting his head, shrugging.

"You're gay?" Louis said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. not realizing that was rude and he shouldn't have blabbed it so blatantly, "shit sorry, I didn't mean it in a rude way."

Harry smiled, "No you're fine, yeah I mean I don't really like labels all that much, but if I had to label myself. I would say I'm gay, you?" Harry was genuinely curious.

"me? I-I don't know I-" Louis stuttered, was he? He didn't know.

"Hey no, it's okay if you don't know, you don't have to label it if you don't want to. It's totally okay," Harry smiled.

He wasn't used to people being so nice to him, Harry was nice.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Louis asked, nobody was ever really nice to him except Niall and zayn, and his sisters who he hasn't seen in over a year.

"I'm nice to you because you deserve respect and you deserve to be treated with kindness. That and, I'm not an asshole," Harry shrugged.

"Well? Sometimes,"

"Excuse me? I'm only an asshole when somebody says my cooking isn't good, and that's not very often," Harry said proudly.

"Hmm well, that one time you made that soup. It was sort of sour," Louis knew this would set Harry off, so he was laughing in the back of his mind.

Harry gasped overdramatic, "Liar! You said you loved it!" Harry grabbed a pillow and threw it at Louis, louis opened his mouth wide and flinched.

"You did not-"

"Oh, but I did," Harry smirked. "Whoops?"

Louis then grabbed the same pillow and got up, hitting Harry on top of the head with it. Smirking.

"You are dead Tomlinson!" Harry said getting up, chasing after Louis who was now running.

"fuck fuck fuck," Louis repeated as he was running, he then tripped over the chair and fell flat on his back.

"You are so dea-"

Well, there goes Harry, he fell on top of Louis, giggling loudly.

"Hi," Harry said, while looking down at Louis.

Harry was on top of him and suddenly flashbacks flew into his mind, of his step father on top-

"I-I can't breathe Harry I can't-" Louis sat up and pushed Harry off of him, " I can't breathe- I-fuck,"

"I'm sorry Louis, I'm so sorry I didn't know-" Harry stumbled over his words not realizing that would trigger Louis, "louis hey, look at me, okay?"

So, Louis did, he looked up at Harry, "Listen Louis, you're okay, okay? I promise. He isn't here. It's just you and I? Yeah? It's just flashbacks, he's not going to hurt you anymore," Harry said while standing up, putting his hand down for Louis to reach. Louis did, and got up.