A Time For Dancing. || Larry

Chapter 2

A/N
Hi everyone! Chloe here! Here is a beautiful gif of Louis to get a visual representation of Louis in the story, and also to catch a glimpse of his sexiness and gorgeousness. You're very welcome :) thanks to everyone reading my fic! Glad you guys like it, hehe :3 There is also some pretty nice fluff near the end, so be prepared to fangirl a lot, because I sure did when I wrote this chapter. IT'S JUST SOOO CUTE. anywhore , here is chapter 2! Xoxo
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Louis's POV
I was gathering my books from my locker when I heard some unusual screaming somewhere that sounded close. I frowned and decided to find out what was happening, and then I screamed at the terrible sight.
Was the lad called Humphrey? No way, it started with an H, wait, Harry. I think that was it. I saw him somewhere once. Well, he was being kicked around and punched by some boys I recognized, Payne and Malik, and some of their sidekicks. I was so mad, at all of the curse words , what the fuck were they thinking? What is wrong with their fucking minds?
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!" Was all I could yell at the horrible sight, and when Zayn and Liam layed their eyes on me, they saw the anger on my eyes and decided not to fight. Today at least. They scurried off with their sidekicks probably to bully some other innocent soul.

I slowly walked to the figure. His face was flat on the ground, and I crouched next to him. I was rubbing circles on his back, trying to soothe him, and he still wouldn't budge.
"H-Harry?" When I said his name he slowly looked up at me, and I gasped for a second.
Wow.

His emerald green eyes were focusing on my blue, and the tensions could be cut with a knife, until he decided to speak up.
"H-how do you know my name?" He carefully asked, and he was still focusing on me.
"I-I just know it somehow, I've seen you somewhere. Listen, we have to bring you to the nurse, you seriously are hurt. She'll tell us what to do. I'm so sorry this happened to you." I smiled at him and helped him up, he seriously was handsome.
I put his arms around my neck, to facilitate his walking, and I brought him to the nurse. The bell had rung a long time ago, but I really didn't care.
I wanted to help Harry.

When the nurse looked at us, her smile drooped. She looked sadly at us.
"Once again, Harry? These bullies are seriously out of control. The school has to do something about it."

I looked at Harry, and at his sad expresion, which immediately made me feel sad.
"For how long has he been bullied, nurse Maura?" I looked at her, sad expression planted on my face.

"For about three years. It really is a bit problem, we can't just leave it like this. I'm so sorry Harry." She rose up from her seat and got her disenfectant and band aids for Harry.

After she put everything on Harry, she sat back down and tried to force a smile.
"Louis, would you mind bringing Harry to your home and taking care of him? That would be really kind, he really needs to freshen up." Nurse Maura said, hope in her voice.

Harry just looked at me, I don't think he really trusted me after all the bullying he's been through, but of course I had to help him.
"Of course. I'll be sure to take care of him." I said, smiling then.
"Okay then. Thank you Louis. Please do take care of Harry." Nurse Maura said, and we said our goodyes before leaving the office.
Okay then.

Harry's POV
I hadn't really said anything while were in the nurse or when we left. Louis was gorgeous, but I didn't really trust him after all I've been through. What if he's just some other bully tricking me to then hurt me just like the others? What if he was just some other heartbreaker? I've passed through too much drama in my life. Tears threatened to leave my eyes again at the unpleasant memories.
"Louis?" I managed to gaze at him, and then look back at the cold Mid-November air, as we passed through the snow on the campus on the way to Louis' car. I was a little scared.

"Yes?" He smiled at me, and then I thought a bit at the sentence before saying it:
"Should I trust you? Will you really take care of me? Oh, please do Louis, I've passed through too much bullying in my life and my life is just so terrible and-" the words would just spill out of my mouth and my tears were forming in my eyes again.
Louis cut me off by looking at me gently.

"Harry, please do not worry. I am not a bully, I just hate it when I see these scenes. I am truthfully sorry Harry, I will take as much care as you as I can."
He had so much honesty in his voice and I immediately felt safe. How could Louis, the soccer captain, popular jock, be so kind to a- a casualty like me?

I was just so positively overwhelmed by his words, that I pulled him into an embrace. I snuggled my head in his chest and I felt warm.
"Thank you." Was all I could say as I kept him in my hug, and he put his arms around me and we stayed like that for a bit. I felt so safe.

We then pulled back from the hug and he brought me to his car. It was a nice, "not too fancy" red car, and he smiled at me again after we climbed inside.
He was so beautiful.

The ways his blue eyes would crinkle, and his lips would form into that adorable smile.
After a ten minute drive, we were at his home. It was nice with a trail of a rocky path full of potted plants next to the door. The house was a peach color, and it was not too big.
I liked it.

"Well, this is it. Home sweet home." He sighed and then opened the door, then leading me into it. I smiled at the sight inside. There were lots of frames of Louis and his family on the walls, with a nice staircase after the trail of frames. After that, he brought me to the living room, where there were two dark blue couches and a love seat the same colour, with a TV, a fireplace and a table where Louis and his family must have dinner, I figured. The kitchen was a nice size, and it was pretty organized, his house was all pretty organized, I thought to myself, I liked it. He them brought me upstairs and into his room, which was also suprisely organized. "Wow, my room is a mess, I wonder how yours is so organized." I said, which Louis replied with delicious giggles. He kicked his shoes off and then went over to me.

"How about if you rest in here for a bit while I prepare you some tea and soup?" He looked at me fondly as my stomach grumbled, and I realized how much I didn't eat for the past days, because of how I thought my weight was.

"Oh, thank you Louis, I would love that!" I smiled at him.
I went down on his bed, and he put his covers on me.

"I'll be back soon." He assured and then left. The thing is, I wanted more Louis, but I merely replied with an "okay."

A few minutes later, Louis came back with the food, and he settled the tray down next to me.

We ate in silence for a bit, until Louis decided to break it with a question.
"Harry, why were you bullied? I mean, is there any specific reason?" He stared as if he really wanted to know.

I stared down at my food for a bit, thinking about if I should answer the questiom. But I really trusted Louis. He had something in him that really made me trust him.

I cleared my throat.
"Well, three years ago, I was friends with my now bullies, Zayn and Liam. Once at lunch I decided to come out to them, since I trusted them, and tell them that I'm gay, so I told them. They did not take it well at all, and until today they keep bullying me for being gay, and now I'm depressed and I-I cut." I said, the tears now getting to much too me, and I started sobbing in the crease of his neck.

Louis hugged me tight, and he then brushed the tears from my eyes with the pads of his fingers. I looked at him curiously, our eyes caught up in each other's colours.

"Harry, It's okay. Zayn and Liam do not deserve someone like you. They are fucking bitches. You are beautiful, and do not these jerks get in the way of your sexuality or who you love. It is what is it."

I managed to honestly smile at him.

"Thank you Louis. This really means a lot. You are so sweet." I smiled at him once again and then I yawned.

Louis goes to his closet and gets a large grey shirt out of his closet, and a pair of red sweatpants. He throws the items at me.

"Here, Change into these."

I take off my jumper, not caring if Louis' in front of me, I'm too tired. I then shrug my jeans off and get into the sweatpants.

I yawn againc

"Wow. You are tired. You should get your rest Harry. This was a long day." Louis tells me he is just going to clear the plates off and then he tells me I can get in his bed. I am so tired that I just get in his bed and close my eyes. The last thing I hear is Louis getting the tray of food, his sock clad feet patting out of the room, and the click of the light meaning it's now turned off.
I snuggle in Louis' pillow. I'm in Louis' shirt, i'm in his sweatpants, I'm in Louis' bed, and it all smells like Louis, which makes me smile.
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End of chapter 2
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