True Lies (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 12

AN: sorry to anyone reading this for being a little late. I was... Yeah, i wasn't busy. i was just lazy.

LOUIS:

     I woke up late one night to the sound of rustling in the parking lot just outside my window. I hazily rolled over and saw that Harry wasn’t in bed. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I slouched to the window and peeled back the curtains.

     Outside in the middle of the parking lot, I saw Harry stumbling carelessly on the pavement, a bottle in his hand. I was even more confused at this than I was at the fact that he wasn’t in bed. I put a jacket and a pair of shoes on before I met him outside.

     I walked up to him slowly, as if not to scare him away. I don’t think he even realized I was behind him until I helped him up when he fell to his knees. I held on to his shoulders and helped him sit on the steps in front of the building while he tried to compose himself. I squinted to see his face in the dark until I settled for just staring in front of me like he was.

“Harry? Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

“No.” he whispered and I felt him shudder beside me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He whispered and the dam broke and he began sobbing uncontrollably into my shirt.

“What happened? You were fine all day.” I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder in an effort to help him stop shivering in the cold.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Please Lou, just don’t make me.” he cried.

“Okay. Calm down. We don’t have to talk about it.” I said. “Can we at least go inside? It’s freeing and you need to sober up.” I said. He sat still for a moment, staring at the air in front of him before nodding slowly. “Okay.” I said and started helping him to his feet. I looped an arm around his waist to give him some support and started helping him up the steps.

     I stopped suddenly. “Harry?” I asked.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response.

“Give me that.” I said, motioning to the dark bottle that was still in his hand. He hesitantly held it out to me and I took it, throwing it onto the pavement and watching the glass and liquid shatter and splash on the ground.

“Let’s go.” I whispered and held the door as he stepped in, I put my arm back around his waist and I felt him tense just a little under my touch.

     I helped him to the bedroom and began to take off his clothes and replace them with pajamas while he layed on the bed lazily. I could tell he was tired and about to pass out. I pulled back the blankets and helped him into the bed before going around to my side. I turned off the lamp and layed down next to him.

“Louis?” he whispered in the blackness.

“Yeah Harry?”

“I’m sorry.” He choked. My mind raced for a minute trying to figure out what he has done to be sorry for. Sure, he hadn’t gotten drunk and I basically had to scrape him off the parking lot, but I wasn’t angry about it.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked and all I got was soft snores in return. My lips pursed in annoyance that he had fallen asleep. I leaned over and kissed his temple before rolling onto my side and falling into a deep sleep as well.

***

ZAYN:

     I woke up and rolled over to be met with piercingly cold blue eyes. I smiled and pressed a kiss to Niall’s waiting lips.

“Morning.” I said, my voice still hoarse form sleep.

“Good morning.” He said, returning the kiss.

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

“We need to go to the grocery store.” He said. “We’re out of everything.” I nodded in response.

“Alright.” I said and got up to get dressed.

     Niall had all but moved in with me. His clothes went in my laundry on Sundays, we shared the chores around the house, and slept in the same bed every night. It was strange at first. Not in a bad way, in a good way, strange in the sense that it was foreign for me to share every part of my life with someone else. Now I couldn’t live any other way. I lived for coming home to find Niall on the couch waiting to tell me about his day, or having him help me with dinner and feeding it to each other when we were done.

     Niall moved out of bed and found a clean t shirt in one of my drawers. It was big and baggy on his small shoulders, but we both loved it when he wore my clothes. I loved smelling him on my sweatshirt when I had go to work in the mornings. I smiled at him in my shirt as I pulled on my jeans.

***

     I was picking apples while Niall stood beside me looking at oranges when someone ran into me with their cart.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up to find a pair of familiar brown eyes. “Liam.” I breathed, making Niall look up from the fruit.

“Liam!” he squealed happily.

“Hey.” he said calmly. He looked a lot better than the last time I saw him. He didn’t have dark circles under his eyes or look at me like a lost puppy. A small smile played on his lips as we conversed.

“How have you been? I meant to call.” I said.

“Fine. I’ve been getting some stuff done around the house and doing a little work for my neighbor. I’ve actually been too busy to notice.” He admitted, running his fingers through his hair.

“That’s great.” Niall said. “I’m gonna go get some milk.” He said, before jogging down the aisle.

“You look good Liam. A lot better than the last time I saw you.” I said sincerely.

“Thanks. You and Niall look happy.” He observed.

“Yeah. I really, like him.” I said, choosing my words carefully. He smiled a little.

“I’m glad. I wanted to say I was sorry for the other night again. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I was stupid.” He said.

“No, it’s okay. Neither of us were mad. I’m glad you didn’t try to drive home that night.” I countered.

“Yeah. Well, I should go and get this done. I have this thing tonight.” He said.

“Yeah? What?” I asked. He seemed a little apprehensive at first before confiding in me.

“A date.” He said quietly, as if someone were listening.

“Yeah? That’s great. We’ll all have to meet him sometime.” I said, clapping him on the back. Hs smile disappeared though.

“Actually, it… it’s a her…” he said.

     My face reddened.  “Oh, I just thought that you…” I trailed off.

“Yeah, uh, me too, but, I guess not.” He said with a small smile. “But, yeah. You’ll have to meet her sometime.”

     And with that, he went on to continue his shopping.