Under Loves Heavy Burden [Larry FanFic]

2. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast

Harry burst through the door taking deep breaths, hand over his chest.

"YOU'RE LATE." Louis yelled as he tore his eyes from the script he was holding and glared at the disheveled boy.

Harry groaned and collapsed on the black carpeted floor and tried to catch his breath. "Sorry.. I had to walk Niall home."

"Oh.. that blonde lad that you're sometimes with?" Louis asks calmly as he reads over his script.

"Yeah, him."

The older boy looks past all the chairs and sees Harry's legs sticking out in the last row.

"Get your ass up styles. We have work to do. I want to make this shit hole look at least half normal before the rehearsal tomorrow." At Louis' command, Harry jogged onto the stage and stood there obediently as Louis looked throughout the room, "Not sure what idiot didn't tighten the paint bottles, but it got all over the clothes. Only show me clothes that could be saved. Start with that."

Harry rolled up his sleeves and knelt by the fallen rack of clothes and started showing the older boy who was lounging on the couch a couple feet away from him.

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Eh.. good."

"Eh.. shi-that's okay."

"Why would you even show me that Harold, that's gone beyond repair."

Harry collapsed on the floor when he got inside from throwing away the clothes and curled in a ball. He felt sore and tired and wanted to take his nap and he hasn't even done much.

"Ha, what do you think you're doing? Get up! We're only getting started." Louis grabbed his upper arm and helped him get back to his feet, "Alright, I want you to put the portraits with the broken frames on one side, those need to be replaced, oh and take the pictures out of the broken frames, yeah? The frames who have made it, lean in on this wall. Don't forget to wipe them down if need be. I'll help you stack the sets, because I have to talk to Hannah and see if she could go through them and fix them up. Then you're going to come with me to the store and we're going to find some frames. Alright?"

Harry nodded solemnly and went to work. Several hours later he stacked the last painted sets against the wall and out of his peripheral vision he saw a water bottle. "C'mon, get your bags and lets go get those frames, yeah?"

Harry beamed as he took the water bottle, "Thanks, why do I need to take my bag though?"

"Some little twat might break in. I dunno, it could happen." Sarcasm dripped off his voice and Harry refrained from rolling his eyes.

They walked out the back door and started walking to Louis' car, for some reason Harry started to  feel his hands get clammy. He automatically went to open the door to the back seat, hoping Louis wouldn't think too much of it.

To his dismay, he did.

"I don't bite. Sit up here with me." It sounded more of a demand than a request but Harry obediently slid into the front seat anyways. It was a nice car and the seats were leathery. When Harry saw that Louis didn't buckle his seatbelt, he decided not to either. Feeling a bit like a rebel.

"Do you like my baby? Her name is sheila, beauty this one is. Purrs nicely for daddy." I chuckled as he ran a hand over the dashboard and he flashed me a mischievous smile. He sped down the road and Harry's eyes widened and his hand magically found its way to clutch the belt and slowly brought it across him. Louis let out a throaty laugh as he picked up speed, nearing a red light.