powerless - [Larry Stylinson] ✔️

chapter 11

LOUIS POV *2 weeks after the last chapter*

I nervously tapped my right foot against the hard cement as I waited for Harry to leave the studio. I had been putting this off since I got the times of his lessons in the first place.  I wanted to talk to Harry, more than practically anything but he still ignored me when I tried at school. After a week or so I decided it wasn't worth it and I had to talk to him outside of class. I decided to be less annoying than before but I would still approach him from time to time to remind him I was still there.

I was there, in front of his studio leaning against a brick wall, waiting for him to step outside after his class was done, and I was a nervous wreck. What if he got mad at me for showing up here? What if he got pissed off because I was following him around like a little puppy? What if he was so done with my 'bullshit' and used his Kung Fu skills to chop my arm off?

I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the front door of the training center open. When is closed with a loud thud I was snapped back into reality and looked up, to find Harry standing in front of the door, arms crossed, glaring at me.

I smirked and waved cheerfully. He rolled his eyes and started walking in the opposite direction.

Hah, he honestly thought that would work.

I quickly jogged up next to him and started walking beside him. For a minute or two, we walked in silence. It wasn't awkward like you'd expect, it was actually quite enjoyable. After a while I sighed, alerting Harry that I was going to speak.

"An answer. That's all I want, seriously. If you just told me what happened to make you so closed off I would leave you alone, I swear!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me for the first time.

"Is that so?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He obviously didn't believe me.

I hesitated, looking for words to say. I looked back over to him to find him staring at me expectantly.

"Well... maybe not alone forever but I'd stop pestering you about this..?" I tried, kind of pathetically. He scoffed and looked back ahead, but didn't say anything, so I decided to try again.

"Did you have friendship problems or something? Or did something really bad happen in your childhood?"

He stayed silent for a moment, almost considering my question.

"It's more complicated than friendship problems Lou..."

My head shot up and my eyes widened at the nickname. I looked at him to see a color of light red plastered across his cheeks. In my opinion, despite his somewhat scary appearance, he looked so cute and cuddly

"...Louis. I meant Louis." He corrected himself.

"That's not what you said though...." I smirked lightly. He was about to protest but I cut him off.

"It's okay, I like it. It's probably my favorite nickname I've ever had." I paused before continuing. "However my other nicknames include Loubear, Boobear and Shit Face so it's not like you had much competition...." I chuckled lightly. I looked over at him and saw a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I had only seen it once before, at the nurses office but it had been weeks and I learned that even though it wasn't a full smile it was rare.

I gasped, then smiled so brightly the crinkles by my eyes were definitely showing.

He wiped off the small smile and looked back at me with a blank expression.

I made a pouty face, sad that the smile wore off.

"Yeah yeah, I almost made you smile, look at me blankly all you want but I saw it."  I said stubbornly .

He let out a huff of air that could almost have been a laugh if it were less cold. He turned back to look ahead one more time.

"Seriously though Harry..." I said with a more serious tone, which made him look at me again. "I just want to know.... I wouldn't tell anyone, I'm not like that."

He sighed.

"I know you're not." He said simply.

"So.....?"

"It's...... complicated." He said.

"Seriously? That's the best you've got?" I said skeptically.

"I have a... complicated living situation back at home." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him.  A moment passed where I could see it in his lovely green eyes that he sort of regretted telling me that. But I wanted him to trust me.

"Do your parents fight?" I asked warily, trying to be as gentle as I could.

He stared at the ground as we continued walking towards where I assume was his house.  

"No... my mother died when she gave birth to me." He frowned.

I gasped. I couldn't imagine losing my mother. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. I took one big step and went in front of him so that he stopped walking.

Without thinking too much about it I wrapped my arms around him. He winced slightly but then froze. He probably wasn't used to hugs.

When he saw that I wouldn't budge he hesitantly wrapped his longer arms around me. I could tell he didn't really know what to do so I decided to just nuzzle my head into his chest.

His scent was intoxicating and his touch sent butterflies up and down both my stomach and spine. It was just a hug, but the two of us fit perfectly, like 2 pieces of a puzzle. Then and there I wish I could know what he was thinking about.

I slowly unwrapped my arms and he did the same. I stepped back and looked into his eyes. His beautiful green eyes that were most of the time a dull color of green (but beautiful nonetheless) were almost shining brightly, like a green meadow, full of plants.

He sighed but his eyes never left mine.

"You have to promise to not tell anyone..." he said hesitantly.

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