Before We Knew It (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Tipsy: Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I smiled down at Louis. *I honestly do think I might like him. Just a small crush though. It won't last. I bet it's just a phase* I thougt to myself. *You're perfect Lou* I again thought. Than I felt a smile arise. My body tensed up when he giggled into my stomach. Wait... He giggled? "You're perfect to Haz." I groaned. "So.. I, I said that out loud?" He nodded. I groaned more. After realizing that it wasn't a big deal to him I laughed along with him. Then I tickled his bare chest, pinning him between my legs. His laugh was amazing. "Har-Hahhaha-ry! Sta-hahahahah-pit! I hahahaahaha-hate you! Get hahaha off bitch haha!" I chuckled "Never. If you want me off than you'll have to get me off." I smirked so much that i squinted my eyes shut. As I was about to open them, I felt a soft pair of lips press to my neck, than quickly pull away, with a giggle. My eyes shot open "a kiss for a kiss" he winked. I made a confused face, because that's what I was.... Confused. He looked worried, until I turned cherry red, upon realizing that he felt my kiss on the jet. He smirked wildly and laughed histerically. "oh you think it's funny!" I yelled in a jokey way "course I do babe! Hahaha! You were just as red as a tomatoe!" I blushed a bit harder "well you forgot to return another thing!" I rubbed my nose against his in soothing circles. As his eyes locked mine. He went along with it and got really into it. It was amazing until... His lips grazed mine and mine quivered a bit. He pressed his lips to my - - - the door flew open and I turned my head to see Niall strut in wide eyed. I quickly lunged off my bed and grabbed a blanket to cover my bare chest while Louis just put his palms on his forehead and rubbed his eyes. He made a noise, along the lines of 'uggghhh', and stormed out without a word. Niall smirked and I just realized what I almost did with Louis, and I felt myself tense up. My stomach twisted and turned into knots. *Ugh, here it comes again!* I sighed as I ran into the beautiful bathroom, spilling my guts up.

Louis' POV

Fucjing Niall! Why does this keep happening! Now Harry is just gonna ignore me for the rest of the damn vacation! The one second I feel like everything is perfect again reality slaps me in the fucking face! Every damn time! I just want to love someone! And to be loved back! Why can't that happen for me! God why! I cried into my pillow. Letting my feelings spill out through my tears. Damn it! Thoughts such as *Will I ever have a happily ever after? What if I die alone?* ran through my head. I darted into my luxury bathroom and did the only logical thing at the moment, I found a blade and sliced my wrist. Pain jolted through me, from my wrist to my head and down to my toes. I leered at myself through the mirror, at myself. I hated being me. My blood poured out dripped down my arm and on to the floor, when I suddenly heard a bang on the door. "Louis open up! Open the door right now!" It was Harry. I could'nt let him see me like this so I undressed my self and covered with a towel and wet my hair. I made sure my wound wasn't visible when I cracked open the door. "Sorry Haz I was in the shower." I looked grim. "Louis no you weren't. The water didn't run until after I knocked. Left me in." I gulped in fear. I felt my throat tighten. I knew I could start bawling at any second "but I am naked---" he push the door open and pushed me against the ground grabbing my right wrist, inspecting it. Tears rolled down my face as he grabbed my left wrist, but I yanked it away. "LOUIS LET ME SEE!" He growled with anger and fear bubbling up in his voice, and his eyes watering. "No..." I cried as he grabbed my wrist. I gasped in pain as he squeezes it a bit to tight. Blood dripped onto his hand. And he collapsed on me crying. Bawling. And hugging me, cuddling his face into my tear covered neck. I cried so hard, and just it all out. What was happening to me. What got into me. After a while of tears, he looked at my with glassy eyes trying to find words to say..."Why?" Is what eventually came out. I looked away. But he grabbed my chin and turned my face to look into his emerald green orbs. "I-I can't tell..." I squirmed out from under him as he stayed curled up on my bathroom floor crying. Then once he got up I glared at me and mumbled something along the lines of "motherfucker, I can't take it anymore!" And slammed my door. I could hear him stomp down the stairs, and slam the door to outside. All of theboys downstairs were probably so confused.

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Harry's POV

It had been several hours since the Louis drama, and I still felt like a piece of shit. I should've just left it alone, he was clearly going through a lot at the moment. It's just that I couldn't stand to think that he was upset and that he had actually cut himself! Ughhhh. I slunked out into the hallway and stared at his door, trying to find the words to say, when suddenly it flew open. Strong arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. "Hey babe..." Louis said in a raspy slurred voice. "wha-... huh?" I was so confused until I was lifted off the ground, bridal style and carried to his bed, to see 2 half empty bottles of tequila tipped over on his bedside table. He was drunk. Completely 10,000% drunk as a sailor. He shuffled over to his door and twisted the 24k gold door knob shut, and locked it. Than he stripped off, to his boxers. Oh god, this isn't happening.Luckily the walls were all sound proof... but still. There HAS to be a way out of this. Than again... I stared at his perfectly tanned abs... No, no I couldn't. I'm not that gay. It's just a crush, having sex is extremely serious, at least it is when it's with your best friend. It's one thing to fuck. Fucking is sexual and loving, but not if it makes things awkward in the future. Which it totally would. Plus if we evee do have sex, I don't want it to be meaningless, like me and Caroline Flack did a few years back. It's not worth it--- my thoughts were cut short by my best friend shoving me violently onto the materass. "No Louis! I'm not doing this! You are completely pissed! You are drunk! Hammered!" I harshly rolled him off of me, making him flop onto the oak hard-wood flooring with a loud thud. Instead of accepting my warning, he grabbed my shirt and pinned me to the mirrored wall. I resisted, as he smashed his face into my own, sloppily snogging me. His drewl ran down my cheek, as I cringed in diagust. I quickly realized that I was comoletely straight. I felt so awkward and uncomfortable. "Lou! Fuck off man!" I screeched, gasping for air, hoping that he would do as told. But of course, the drunk-ass cunt didn't "Don't be such a dickhead Haz. I love you. Like a whole lot." Those three words slapped me in the face, but those weren't the only thing to come flying my way, as Lou's hand made contact with the soft peach fuzz covered skin on my cheek. I yelped in pain, tears rolled down my eyes in rivers, as the hand left an identical, and now swollen, red mark upon my face. I cupped my cheek while glaring harshly through my stream of tears. He seemed to notice my tears after he snapped back into somewhat reality, though he was still very drunk. "Hazza. Harry, I - I didn't, I - I don't know what got into - are you... Im so- - -!" I cut him off with my icy cold words that slashed his thoughts, that is if he was "sober" enough to even think "SAVE YOUR BREATH TOMLINSON! I HATE YOU! FUCK OFF! I'M SO FUCKING DONE! SO FUCKING TIRED OF YOU! HOW CAN YOU BE LIKE THIS!" He whimpered at the siverity of my words. I leered at him with piercing green eyes that could stab right through any human being. Suddenley, and to my complete shock, he collapsed. I rolled my eyes, with a grim chuckle. "You aren't fooling anyone Louis." No responce. I tried to hide the worried look that was being forced by my brain. "Louis? Lou!... Lou.......?" Soon realizing that it was no joke, I rushed to his aid, feeling increasingly guilty for ever thinking that he'd lie about this, even if he was boozed up... I checked his heart rate, by placing my head to his bare chest, after tucking my wavey hair behind my strange ears. It seemed okay, so I decided that the best thing for Lou to do right now is sleep. Just sleep until he can't anymore, because when he woke up he would have he worst hangover of his life, and he definatly wouldn't remember tonight. Well hopefully not anyway. I picked him up like a baby, craddeling his angelic head with my bicep. Though he was older than myself he has quite femenine features. I toom sometime to scan each induvidual crease and crevice on his perfect face. He was a truly beautiful man. But like I said before, I'm definatly not gay... Well... NO! DEFINATLY!...maybe. Either way it doesn't matter because I'm fucking mad at him...