Under Loves Heavy Burden [Larry FanFic]

1. O Serpent Heart!

"Why is this blasted thing closed?!?" Harry grunted with another hard pull of the door.

"C'mon Harry, maybe there's no practice." Niall shrugged.

He pressed his body against the door and looked through the window as he slid his hands down it dramatically, "The light is on and you can see him on the stage. Niiiiiall, I need my daily dose of Tomlinson!" He whined.

"Wow mate. You've never even talked to him and you're like this. Well you can watch him through the window, I'm going to go get something to eat.

Harry watched through the door for a couple moments before groaning loudly. There must be another way inside.

He ran outside to the back of the theater and tried all the doors until he found one that opened to the back stage. He smiled dubiously as he slid inside and quietly closed the door. He carefully moved through all the junk that was thrown about from the last play and followed the sound of Louis' soothing voice.

"Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

Where shall we dine? O me! What free..No..that's not right. UGH DAMMIT." Harry flinched a bit at his booming voice. 

"What fray. Frayfrayfray. Fray as in.. The Fray. Which I like. What fray was here." Louis continued his lines and Harry smiled at how worked up he gets. 

He stopped in his tracks right behind the curtains; a strip of light on his body. This was a whole new level of creepy.

Yeah, he should probably leave now before he got caught. Why couldn't he think of this before hand? He caught a glimpse of him and that was enough for the young lad. He crept backwards squinting his eyes in the dark. His foot caught on a box that he stepped over when entering the building and he flailed in the air a bit before crashing down into a rack of clothes.

And  that.. set off a chain of disastrous events and he winced with each thing that crashed.

The light was switched on and he turned his head toward the loud gasp that somehow seemed to echo throughout the room.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!! " Harrys eyes widened as the older boys face reddened from anger. Harry imagined this moment a thousand times in his head, but it didn't come anywhere close to this. No words seemed to come out as he stared nonchalantly at the pissed off boy who towered over him, though he couldn't help but smile a bit at the fact that he was speaking directly to him and this made him feel a bit light headed.

"Wait..wait a minute. You're the first year that's always watching the practises, you fucking freak."

Harry's smile widened, only because of the fact that the older boy noticed him. Though the small gesture was taken the wrong way and made Louis even more mad. He grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and slammed him into a nearby wall, his face only centimeters away from the other boy. “Wipe that damn smile off your face. Do you have any idea how hard the cast has worked for this perfect set? Heh, may look like a room of shit to you, but these are props, clothes, and sets gathered over the years. And you’ve ruined it all in a matter of one minute. I won’t fucking stand for that, you hear me?” Harry’s eyes flickered to Louis' lips back up to his fiery blue eyes and nodded slightly. Sure, Harry was extremely happy since the guy he’s fancied for so long has finally talked to him.. but the last thing he wanted was to get him angry, especially at him. He feels himself stiffen and he bites his lip to stop himself from crying. He's never liked being yelled at. 

"What? Are you going to cry now?" He jerks him forward then slams him back on the wall. "Good. Let me guess, you're here for Zayn?" He whispers near his ear in a low voice, "Do you think he's fit? Or is it me that you fancy?" Harry sniffles a bit and hangs his head to hide his reddened face. Louis scoffs, "I won't tell 'cause all they're going to do is give you a long talk and a firm warning and let you off. You deserve way more punishment than that. I’m not going to tell anyone what you did, but you’re going to clean this up every damn Monday through Friday. You’re going to help paint the sets you’ve destroyed and then I don’t want to see your face here anymore. Got that?” Louis growled as he let the boy drop down onto the floor. Harry's hands slightly trembled and his eyes were wide with fear as he stared down at his lap.