Fools Gold - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 3

Hey loves! So I'm sorry this took so long to write. I've been suffering from writers block and yeah.

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Louis' POV

A drunken mistake.

That's all it was!

I actually should have figured this would happen, I shouldn't have let myself get too carried away. Too used to the thought that maybe this was it, maybe we could finally be together. Those three words snapped me back to reality and I remembered that no, me and Harry would never be happy.

So, I called the person I always called when I felt depressed, Zayn. Unlike Harry, everything Zayn does it to help me, not hurt me. We've known each other forever, we met in primary school. People were making fun of me for being gay, and he stood up for me, saying "It's not nice to accuse someone of things that they aren't" When he found out I really was gay, and in love with Harry, he grinned and simply exclaimed "Cool!" Ever since, we've been pretty much inseparable.

"Hi Lou!" Zayn said, answering my call.

"Zayn," I exclaimed, "I need to ask you 'bout something."

"Sure Louis, what do you need?" He asked.

"Could I maybe come over?" I asked, "I think it'll be easier for me to explain it in person."

"Yeah that's fine," Zayn replied.

"Thanks, I'll be over in 10," I told him.

"Alright Lou, see you soon," He said and hung up.

I threw some clean clothes on, my shirt and pants from yesterday night smelled of vodka, sweat and a hint of the amazing scent that was Harry Edward Styles. It made me want to cry. I chose for my clothes, a black shirt and black skinny jeans.

I made my way into the kitchen downstairs, where there were some (now cold) pancakes and a note waiting for me. I read the note to find that my mom had taken the girls shopping. She knew me well, I wouldn't have wanted to go. I tossed the note into the trash as I grabbed a soggy pancake and started the 10 minute walk to Zayn's.

It was raining, then again when was it not in Doncaster? It must've been at least noon and it was still dark outside, a gloomy day this was. Matched my mood perfectly. Raindrops fell on my hair, drenching it and the rest of my body.

When I finally reached Zayn's house, I looked like I had taken a dive into a lake or something. His mother opened the door and gaped at me.

"Louis! Honey, Zayn's in his room, you can borrow some of his clothes," she offered.

"Thanks, Mrs. Malik," I said and gave her a small smile. I began walking up the stairs to Zayn's room, leaving a trail of water behind me.

I ran into Waliyha on my way to Zayn's room. His house was tiny, so it wasn't uncommon to literally run into someone.

"Louis!" She said as she went to hug me. When she realized I was soaking wet, she immediately pulled back. I let out a chuckle, seeing her reaction.

"Not funny, Louis," She said, trying to sound serious but ended up giggling as well.

"You're face was hilarious though," I smiled.

"Have you found a donor yet?" She asked, actually serious this time.

I shook my head, biting my lip in the process.

"You will soon Louis, I promise," she said, patting my back and continuing her way downstairs.

I headed into Zayn's room. Since he was the oldest and the only boy he gets his own room. He rest of his sisters all share, I think. I walked in on Zayn with his earbuds while drumming his knuckles on his desk.

"Aye Zayn," I spoke. He turned around and smiled.

"Boobear" He smirked, using the nickname he knew my mom used and I hated. He then realized that my clothes were dripping water.

"Damn Louis, thought of me, did you?" Zayn laughed. I chuckled.

"You wish, Malik," I laughed, "Are you just gonna stand there? I'm colder than your soul right now, Zayn."

"Twat," He said narrowing his eyes, trying his hardest to be mad at me. I could see a smile playing on his lips, though.

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"So what's bothering you?" Zayn asked after he gave me a tee shirt and some pants. We were lying on our backs on his bed, staring at his ceiling.

So I told him the whole story, Harry being drunk, kissing me, and then calling it a "drunken mistake" the next morning. By the time I finished, I was close to crying again. The familiar burning lump in my throat was very present and I buried my face into Zayn and started to sob. Everything came crashing down on me, my condition, Harry, school, bullying, everything. Zayn knew me well enough to just hold me when I cried, a warm embrace is what calmed me down the most. I gripped Zayn's shirt with my hands as he rubbed my back. My chocked sobs were muffled by my face in his chest.

"Shh, Louis, breathe," Zayn whispered once my crying had died down. I sniffled a couple of times before breaking down in more tears, trying to breathe like he told me to.

"Louis, Lou.." He sighed, "You don't deserve any of this. You really don't. I'm going to kill Harry for taking advantage of you-"

"NO! Z-zayn please don't, h-he can't know. It'll ruin everything," I begged through tears.

"Fine," Zayn sighed, "But still, Louis, you don't deserve this. I hate seeing you upset, I really do. This is heartbreaking to me, seeing you like this. I'm so sorry, Louis,"

"'S not your fault, Zayn," I insisted.

"If I hadn't said you should go, you would've never gone, Louis. It is my fault," Zayn shook his head sadly.

"You had no clue this would happen, neither did I," I gasped for breath.

"I feel like I could have prevented this somehow," Zayn spoke, caressing my back. "I'm so sorry Louis, if I had known this would happen I wouldn't have made you go. Plus, it probably didn't help your condition at all."

I shook my head, still teary eyed.

"By the way, have you found a donor yet?" Zayn asked. I shook my head again.

"Believe me Zayn, if I did, you'd be the first to know. But I'm running out of hope. I've been on the waiting list for almost 4 months now and still no one. It's just going to get worse and worse until one day it'll be at its worst and I'll drop dead!" I started to have short breaths again, gasping for breath. Zayn hauled me up to a seating position, which always helped when my breaths became short. It was sometimes dangerous for me to lay down with my condition. My breaths usually became very short when I did so.

"Louis, you'll find someone soon. I promise you," Zayn said and hugged me. I weakly hugged him back.

"Thank you Zayn, for being here for me through all this shit," I spoke.

"No problem, Louis. Just doing my job," He chuckled.

For the rest of the day, we ended up cuddling in bed while watching stupid shows on Netflix on his phone. He ate a bunch of shit while I didn't. I can't eat much processed foods beside of my condition.

Overall the day was pretty chill after my sobbing, but my heart still felt as though it had been ripped out of my chest by Harry Styles.

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What do you think Louis' condition could be?