He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 27

Louis' POV

As I lie on my bed peacefully in the basement, with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, I'm then taken back when my mind starts spinning. 

"You're in love with him, aren't you? Liam asks with a flushed face that's caused by the harsh blowing of the wind. 

I stand in front of Liam's tall figure rigidly, staring into the dark brown eyes. Since I don't have the courage to answer vocally I nod. 

"What were you doing with me then?" Liam's sadden face falls. 

I fiddle with the hem of my loose shirt, not making eye contact, feeling somewhat guilty about the whole situation and affair I've gotten myself in. (I knew that this position was going to come eventually, I just didn't know it would be so soon). "I wanted to move on from Harry and I thought in order for me to do that is to forget about him and have feelings for someone else so what I feel for Harry will go away. I always knew it was wrong to take advantage of you like that and playing with your feelings, but the only thing stopping me from telling the truth to you is that I didn't want to break your heart and our friendship. I realize now I've caused more pain by the thought of me keeping my feelings for someone else compared to me leading you on." I tell Liam rather quietly. 

A moment of silent passes and eventually Liam says, "I always knew you had stronger emotions towards Styles. You look at him with...with..."

"Adoration?" I whisper. 

"Yeah," Liam whispers back, "so did he return your feelings?"

I stay silent, trying to hold myself together from chocking out a sob. From the lack of my speech Liam gasps and I know that Liam found out my feelings for Harry isn't a mutual one. 

"Louis-"

"Don't. Please." I whisper.

And Liam nods solemnly and escapes out of the window.

I blink back the unwelcoming tears and continue to stare at the ceiling when a sudden loud noise is heard which is odd as I'm the only one in the empty house. And it can't be Buster knocking things over because the girls have him. Fear washes over me and I quietly tip-toe out of the basement, grabbing a baseball bat and exit with the wooden steps leading me into the living room. Is it a robbery? My Mum telling me about Harry's stepfather flashes into my mind but I'm too focused on the noises. 

"Ah! Fuck!" 

I hear. It's a male voice. 

My grip on the handle of the baseball bat tightens and I enter the center of the living room, spotting a slumped figure, wearing a black jumper with the hood up and black jeans grabbing his foot, his back facing to me. He's surrounded by barbie dolls and lego. He must have trod on them. Oh god...it has to be a killer. 

The unknown male turns, perhaps sensing another presence and I shut my eyes, not bearing to look at the man's face and swing the bat at him earning a painful groan leave him. I open my left eye, seeing him crumpled on the floor, holding his...oh. I hit him too low. I open my right eye so now I have a clear shot of him. His hood is off, revealing brown wavy locks with a grey bandana wrapped around his hair. The head moves and I'm met with blazing green eyes. 

Harry Styles.

"What the hell?!" Harry shrieks, making me drop the bat on the sofa. "Argh! Damn, Lou!" He curls himself up, still holding his man parts. 

"Sorry.." I mutter, going to the kitchen, taking out a bag of peas (I don't like peas) and hand them to Harry in which he gratefully takes, pressing them to his lower half. I hear him hiss at the cold temperature as the feeling of guilt rushes to me.