Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 17: You're Mine?

Author's Note: As promised, here's a smutty one as my apology. Yay! ... But it's only half of the smutty scene. My bad. You'll have to wait for part 2.

Chapter 17: You're Mine?

Harry nearly threw Scott into the back of the car when it arrived. Muttering an apology, he ran to the other side, climbing in silently. For the next few minutes, Scott snuck glimpses at his boyfriend, who was glaring out the window.

"I'm sorry," Scott said, reaching for Harry's hand.

"What for?" Harry's eyes softened significantly at the sound of Scott's voice, which made Scott feel a bit better. He looked at Harry silently for the next few moments, trying to figure out what to say.

"I have no idea. But I feel like you're mad." Scott grimaced, comically, and Harry's face broke into a smile.

"Not at you, love. Never at you." Harry squeezed his hand for emphasis, looking into his eyes before returning to look out the window.

"You're mad at Louis. Why?"

"What exactly did he say to you?" Harry asked abruptly, instead of answering the previous question. Scott's eyes widened briefly.

"Oh. He was very drunk, Harry."

"That's not an excuse. You looked horrified. What did he say?"

"What did he say he said?" Scott countered.

"He said he was hazing you, to see how you would react," Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God," he laughed, lightly.

"Why? What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter. He was kidding." Scott knew this answer wasn't enough. He braced himself.

"Tell me."

Scott sighed. "He asked if he could... 'take me for a spin' later," Scott replied, raising his fingers to put air quotes around Louis' words. He couldn't bring himself to look at Harry's face in that moment. He knew Harry was seeing red.

"I'll kill him."

"Babe, don't. It was a bad joke." He paused. "Really bad."

"He had no right to talk to you that way."

"It kind of seems like that's just his sense of humor, no?"

Harry paused, and looked out the window again. Scott wondered if he had hit the nail on the head.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he's just always been a shitty friend and I didn't notice."

"I wouldn't say that..."

"He was there with me the night I messed everything up. Then, he invited Kendall tonight without even telling me. And then he treated you that way. Rubbish friend, that is."

"Harry, I think you might be overreacting..."

"Overreacting?" Harry's voice was high-pitched and bordering on hysterical. "No one speaks to you that way. No one. Understood?"

Scott was dumbfounded. He had no answer to this. He knew Harry was drunk and irrational. He thought of a headline he had read a year or so ago. It had been something about how Harry Styles admits he is a jealous type. Bingo.

"Okay." Scott replied, softly. Apparently, that word was enough to bring Harry back down to earth. He could see Harry's muscles relax for the first time since they entered the car.

"You know I'm yours, right?" Scott asked after some more silence. They were nearly at his house now.

"Promise?" Harry asked.