Mean to Me ♡ Larry

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Chapter 19: Lost

Past

"She has no eyebrows..." Louis mumbles, tilting his head at the artwork in front of him. He and Harry sit on a bench situated in the middle of a few paintings. The room is quiet and dark. The other partners had ventured elsewhere, whereas Louis and Harry just decided to sit.

Harry nods and hums. "I never noticed..." He glances at Louis who is almost glaring at the painting, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. "Is it worrying you?" Harry asks softly, holding back a laugh. He places the small notepad he had held in his hands next to Louis' on the wooden bench, accidentally brushing against Louis' side as he does so.

Louis flinches a little, eyeing Harry before he begins talking again. "It isn't worrying me... I just- how do you spend so much time painting something just to forget the eyebrows?" He huffs and grabs his own notepad, writing down 'painting with no eyebrows'.

"Maybe the person it is based off has no eyebrows?" Harry tries to smile at Louis, but the boy just rolls his eyes, making a stand. "Where are you going?" Harry rushes to stand as well, accidentally stumbling too close to Louis, their chests smashing together, as do their noses.

Louis' breath hitches and his eyes scrunch close. Harry stands in shock, his body beginning to tremble. He already knows he is about to hey hit. "Sorry," he whispers but makes no move to pull away. Louis opens his eyes then, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. He begins leaning forward, not being able to stop himself.

"Hey!" The two boys jump apart as Stan and Ray walk into the room. Stan raises an eyebrow at the two, glaring at the younger and then Louis.  "What were you two doing?" Stan grumbles in question. He steps closer to Louis, whose eyes are widened.

"Looking at that painting," he shakily points, glancing at Harry when Stan looks away. The boy is flushed and looks fearful of the man who stands in front of. "She has no eyebrows."

"I see that." Stan rolls his eyes and turns to almost growl at Harry. "Are you trying to make Louis into a fag? Want to feel him up? I bet you would love to, yeah?" He says harshly.

"N-no. I wouldn't-" Harry bites his lip, stopping himself from speaking further and stuttering more.

Louis takes in Harry's distressed state and realises he has to do something. "Stan. Can I come with you?" Louis whispers. "He was trying to touch me, as you said. I don't want to get the gay disease." Louis swallows and looks over at Harry, whose eyes are now teary. "Let's get out of here before he tries to suck us off or something," Louis forces a chuckle and hastily moves to push Stan out of the room, Ray following behind easily.

Louis takes one last look at Harry as he leaves the room. The boy is now slumped on the chair, head in his hands, shoulders moving a little. Louis can't help but feel guilty, but he knew it was better to get Stan to leave the boy alone.

-*-

"Louis," the teacher walks up to him, a worried expression on her face. "You were paired with Harry, yes?" She questions, concern lacing her voice. Louis' heart begins to race, but he nods and throws her a confused look.

"Yes... Why?"

"He isn't here... Did you two split up? You were put into pairs for a reason, Louis!" She almost growls at the child before her, knowing he is nothing but trouble.

"He just went to the bathroom," Louis' stomach falls, the lies falling bitterly from his mouth. "I'll go find him?" He whispers to the woman whose eyes seem like they could basically turn red at this point.

"Wise decision."

-*-

Louis feels sick after finishing the second lap of the whole gallery, still no sight of Harry. He bites his lip and rubs his hands over his face, heart pounding with worry over the boy.

Louis suddenly hears chattering and swings around. He lets out a sigh of relief when seeing Harry, a weight lifted off his shoulders. But that doesn't last long when he sees Harry is talking- no flirting- with the guy he is standing with.

"So how old did you say you were?" The man asks Harry, obviously much older than him, but still quite young and attractive.

"Too young for you, buddy. Pack it up." Louis walks over to them and growls, grabbing onto Harry's arm. "Don't you have better things to do than grooming children? Who have boyfriends?"

"I didn't know-" they hazel-eyed man looks at Harry, who is equally as confused, trying to rip his hand from Louis' grip.

"Well, now you do! Scoot along." Louis tugs Harry away, while the boy tries to stand his ground. "What the fuck was that about, Curly?" Louis grits out, glancing at the embarrassed boy next to him.

"He was nice-" Harry pouts, looking up at Louis, who continues to shake his head in anger.

"They're all nice until they force their dick up your ass."

"Oh yeah? And how would you know that?" Harry quizzes with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I wouldn't. I'm not a pansy boy-lover like you. I'm just saying, could happen to anyone. Don't take your chances."

They continue to walk back to where everyone is waiting. "I don't like boys. I'm straight, but apparently, you aren't since you are someone's boyfriend."

"How many times do I have to tell people Stan and I aren't a thing?!" Louis yells, heads turning to him. He blushes and looks at the ground, his face still screwed in a grumpy look.

"What? I was talking about how you just said you were my boyfriend..."

"Whatever, Harry." They see the rest of the class and Louis sighs in annoyance, realising he has to sit next to Harry on the way back. "You're lucky I even came to find you. I could of just left you here. No one would care anyway, whether you were raped, dead, lost. Nobody cares about you, so maybe you should just die, it would save me a lot of trouble," Louis blabs out uncontrollably, immediately regretting it when hearing a choked sob from Harry.

"Maybe I will. Sorry I make your life so hard."

A/N: please comment! I spend heaps of time for this book and would appreciate some comments! (: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thoughts?

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