My Best Friend's Brother {ft. Larry Stylinson And Ziam}

Chapter 11

Louis POV

“Harry?”, I  said as I stood up in shock. I stood there staring at him, nothing left to say. He walked up to me, took my chiseled face in his hands and kissed me.

The ache of longing to be with him echoed through the very marrow of my bones. I kissed him back. In my heart, I retracted all the bad things I ever said. They were never a reflection on him, only on my inner demons. We pulled away. When the words did not come, the tears did.

My mother said regrets were 'moral residue.' Like something hard to remove got stuck on you when you did something against your better judgement. I didn't understand it until I did something wrong myself, now the residue seems impossible to remove, like an indelible stain on my cerebral cortex.

“Explain this. Right now.”, I demanded.

“Explain what?”

“Why you left me, Why was it so easy for you to leave, Why you didn't call at all for a week! Explain! 'Cause I'm dying to know”. The more I spoke, the angrier I got.

Blood drained from his face, mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish with no sound coming out, still as a statue, ridged as a board, face stuck in an incredulous expression, unblinking stare.

“I--”

“I'm leaving! Where's El?!” I said. Who knew I was going to see Harry when I was looking for Eleanor? I pushed past Harry and turned around to face him.

“WHERE IS SHE?!!”, I shouted in his face.

His mouth didn't have to move for me to know what was wrong with him. His body did all of the talking. The guilt sat not on his chest but inside his brain. What he had done he could not un-do. He could make amends in subtle ways, but confession was out of the question, even to a priest. He reached for my hand but I snatched it away and turned back on him.

“Please Louis... Don't leave”. His voice shattering into a million tiny pieces. He stepped up behind me, pressing his front to my back and lightly gripping my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he confessed.

“This is my house. El planned this so you'd come out here to be with me. I told her that you'd be angry and you'd hate me but she said it's worth a try... So, I did. I wanted to tell you that I didn't leave you, I left Doncaster. I'll never leave you... Because I love you. I'm so in love with you that the thought of losing you makes my heart shrivel up like rotten fruit.”

Silent tears escaped the corners of my eyes. He continued.

“You mean the world to me. I can't let you go. You're my life”. He lifted his chin from my shoulder and his grip on my waist fell. His hands slid down to my thighs and around to my bum, where he grabbed the  belt loops on my pants and yanked me into his embrace. His warm lips left small kisses as they cascaded down my cold neck. One of his kisses made my eyes roll in the back of my head. My body jerked. He probably noticed because he kissed over the spot again, sucking to leave a bright red bruise. At this point, my eyes were fighting to stay open.

“Stay with me”, he whispered in my ear. He kissed up and behind my ear. My brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that I was shocked.

“Ok”

“Wait, really?” He said dumbfounded, as he expected me to say the exact opposite.

“Just for tonight...”, I began, “And then we'll figure out what to do about everything after”. I turned to face him, wrapping my small arms around his neck and he leaned in the rest of the way.

As we were kissing, he tightened his grip on my waist and lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist to stay steady. A slammed door and a loud blood-curling scream broke the silence. Boy, what a scream that was. It made the hair strand straight up on the back of my neck. It was the loudest most piercing scream I had ever heard. It sounded like a scream of wild panic. A scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror. Harry and I broke away.

“What was that?” I asked. He shrugged to say I don't know.

Fast footsteps rang all through the house and El appeared, shock written all over her face.

“Zayn was giving Liam head!”

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Harry POV

Wispy brown hair tickled my arm as he moved around in my bed. He was wearing one of my big white shirts, seeing as he didn't have any pajamas. My right arm wrapped loosely around his tiny waist, him laying on my left. The television was on but I wasn't paying attention to it. Louis, however, was so concentrated on it that he only broke his gaze once, and that was to use the bathroom.

I stared up at the ceiling, thinking 'this is all I ever wanted'. I love him so much and this... This right here... is life. I never really realized how much he means to me. I want this to be my future. Him and me... And maybe a little one sooner or later. This is all I ever wanted.

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