Stole my Heart // larry stylinson

Chapter 4: Home Alone

HARRY'S POV:

After Louis left, I finish my sandwich and my water. As I got finished, I clean my dishes and I started to think to myself.

When Louis looked me in the eyes, I felt as if we have known each other forever, something about his blazing pale blue eyes with green peeking out from behind the sea of blue, something about it just made me feel comfortable with him. It made me feel as if I could trust him, but his emotions and expressions... something about them makes me wary.

I go into the living room sit on the love seat, trying not to mess anything up.

I don't even turn on the tv, I just think.

The movement of his twitching lip when I was asking him those questions made it obvious that he was hiding something. But what?

I finally lay on the couch with similarities of the same thoughts filling my head with questions.

All I ever have in my head anymore is questions.

But soon I drift towards sleep, and dreaming about my predictions.

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Niall swings open the front door around 9:30pm, waking me up and scaring me half to death.

"Harry, your here!" he says half asleep slamming the door before stumbling towards me looking drunk.

He comes to me and gives me a hug with beer on his breath.

"Niall, you look tired and you're drunk, why don't I help you to your room so you can sleep."

"Okay," he says having a raspy voice. "Have you met Lou yet? He's a great guy! And he's gay like you Harold!"

I laugh and shake my head as I put my hand around his waste to support him. He puts his arm around my shoulders. I literally drag him to his room and lay him down in his bed.

"Don't go to sleep just yet Nialler, Imma go get you a glass of water and some Advil for you."

He holds a thumbs up, and I race into the kitchen knowing I only had a few moments until Niall passes out.

I go back into the room and Niall was sitting straight up staring at the wall.

"Here Niall take this," I hand him the pill, "and drink this before you go to bed," I hand the glass.

I walk out of the room and shut the door behind me. I go back to the couch to think.

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About an hour later, Louis limps in closing the door behind him. He notices me and tries to stops limping.

"Are you okay?" I gasp looking at his leg.

"What?"

"You were limping... why?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing."

Something's wrong.

"Sit,"I demand.

"Harry, look, I'm going to go to bed, if you need anything just knock on my door." he says discarding my my command.

"Louis, sit," I repeat with a stricter voice.

He sighs and sits next to me. I take his leg that he was limping on and set it on my lap. I lift his pant leg carefully and he winces.

I got his jeans to about the middle of his shin and took off his shoe and his sock. He winces every time I touch his ankle.

Once I get the shoe off, it reveals a swollen and bruised ankle. I could tell ankle was just rolled and had no bones had broken.

"Stay there, where do you keep your medical supplies?" Getting up and looking at him.

"In the utility room, beside the kitchen and above the washer." He sounds pained.

I walk over to the shut door assuming that's what he's talking about, and I look above the washer in the cabinet. There, in a light blue box, was full of medical supplies.

I brought the box to Louis opening it and getting out the medical tape and bandages.

I wrap is foot in both medical tape and bandages and help him up and to his room. He stops before opening his door.

"Goodnight Styles," he gets his arm off of my shoulder and watches me enter "my" blue room.

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- Kay xxx