Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

12. Stop staring and kiss me.

Songs for this chapter:

I found - Amber Run

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

~ Pov Louis ~ 

Defeated I walk towards his car and I let myself drop on the passenger seat while I roughly wipe my tears away. I hear Harry cursing in the middle of the road and see him pulling his hair out of frustration. I takes him a few seconds before he gets in the car with me and start driving away. I look outside, watching the trees flash by and avoid his eyes, but I can feel his gaze on me. I clear my throat so that it wouldn't sound like I just cried and screamed like a baby. "Shouldn't you pay attention to the road?," I mumble. "You're more important." I laugh ironically and turn to look at him. "Stop with your bullshit, Harry." "It's not bullshit. You've had too much to drink and are overreacting." "I am overreacting?" He parks the car in front of my house and I immediately get out. "How about this? You leave me alone and never talk to me again so that way you won't have to deal with my overreacting anymore." I slam the door of the car shut and walk up to my house. To my disappointment I hear his door also shut. I sigh, completely drained. "Harry, go away." He shakes his head when I turn around. "You're hurt," he says, "physically I mean. It should be treated that wound." I roll my eyes. "How do you think I got hurt?" He bites his lip and god, he looks so good doing so.

"Besides," I say, "I can perfectly take care of myself."

With those as my last words I open the door with my key and walk into my house. I want to close it, but Harry squeezes through the little crack and finds his way inside. "Harry! Damn it!," I scream in a whisper. I don't want to walk up my parents as it's 3AM and I'm drunk and hurt. They would freak out if they saw me like this.

"I'll call the cops if you don't go right now." He looks at me. "I'll go if you let me take care of that wound that I caused." His eyes won't leave me. "I'm sorry for that by the way...," he adds. I look up. I'm powerless against him and don't have the energy to fight right know. And the sooner he's gone, the sooner that I will be able to break down.

"Okay," I sigh, "but then you leave." He nods. "Promise." Without looking at him again I walk up the stairs as quiet as I can with Harry following me. Making no sound I open the door of my room and close him again. I look at my closet and realize my clothes are soaking wet. I clear my throat but my voice sounds unsure. "Can you turn around for a moment?" "Why?" "I want to put on some dry clothes." He nods and without arguing with me this time he turns around. While I put on some pants and a sweater I realize Harry is much quieter and calmer, like the alcohol left his body in no time. Or maybe he's just as drained as I am.

I clear my throat again. "You can look again." He turns back around and I see how he shivers for a second. A few drops of his soaking wet clothes and hair fall on the ground. I bite my bottom lip and hesitantly walk towards my closet. I pick out a sweater and pants that are way too big for me and hand it over to him. "Here. Put this on. You'll get sick if you stay in these wet clothes." I'm still mad at him, but I do still care. Harry smiles at me and for a moment I tell myself it's real.

Without giving me any warning he takes of his shirt. My eyes scan his body. He has a lot more tattoos than I expected. I cough for a second and quickly turn around. "You can look if you want to," he assures me, but I shake my head. "I know, but it's okay." I can't look. Because when I do my mind will go places where it shouldn't go.

"Done," he says. I turn back around and see the clothes barely fit him, but it's better than nothing. "I'll get the first aid kit." I nod and smile at the thought of him still knowing where it is. When we were little we used to play so much in the yard and one time I had this great idea to climb a three. Harry warned me that I might fall down and that it was dangerous, but I wanted to impress him. So I climbed the tree. And fell. Hard. My knee was bleeding and Harry asked me completely freaked out where the first aid kit was. I told him it was in a closet in the hallway. He made me sit on my bed and tried to put a bandage around my knee, but it didn't work out quite well because he was so clumsy. He still is.

I sit cross-legged on my bed and smile at the memory. Back then we cared for each other. He cared about me...

I look up when Harry comes back and sits in front of me on the bed. He has a cotton ball with disinfectant and slowly brings it up to my face. "It can sting a bit," he warns me. I nod and pull back at first when the cotton touches my face. It does sting. I look him in his eyes. I notice how green they look in this dark room. He looks very concentrated and has the same gaze as years ago. He still has his tongue between his lips. God, I'm looking at his lips again.

"Done." He pulls back, but his body and face stay close to mine. For the first time this evening we look each other in the eye. Without spiteful looks, without smiles. It's like his green eyes stare right through my soul and for some reason that scares me.

He's so different now. How can he be the same boy that said all those hateful things an hour ago?

Before I realize it my bottom lip starts to shake and a single tear rolls down my cheek in front of Harry. He frowns and softly places his hand on my cheekbone. He lets the tear roll over it and continues to look at me. "What's wrong?" I bite my lip. "Why did you say those things about me?" He shakes his head and his eyes soften with pain. "I don't know. I was drunk and already barely remember what the words were." "But I remember," I say, "and they hurt." His jaw tightens. "Whatever I said, don't believe it." Another tear rolls over his hand and he catches it with his thumb. "Than what am I supposed to believe?" It's quiet. "This..."

And then something happens that I didn't expect.

Harry brings his head closer to mine and softly kisses my lips. Nothing is rushed or exiting. Just a soft, slow kiss where I feel every inch of his lips.

I carefully place my hands in his neck when he takes my face between his long fingers, fully aware of the fact that he flinches every time I touch him. He places my hands to his shoulders, a less intimidate spot, but it's something, it's improvement, it's him.

When it feels okay to do so, I sit on his lap, straddling him. His hands grab my waist and slowly lower to my hips. I pull back. "Did I do something wrong?," he asks with his eyes still closed. I take the moment to look at his face. His long lashes, his cute nose, his full lips and his hair that covers part of his face. "No." "Than stop with staring and kiss me."

Without resisting I press my lips against his and let him slowly wander of to my neck, allowing him to discover a new part of my body that only he is allowed to uncover.

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