Crash | LarryStylinson University AU

Chapter 6

Harry looked up and his friend was gone. He had been in deep conversation with Niall, just walking next to him as they made their way to their next tutorial. Niall was literally right there, talking about pints or something, Harry swears. One minute he was listening to Niall talk about hitting up a party that was happening tonight, then he was gone. Harry looked away for only a second. Where did he go? How could he have disappeared so quickly?

His questions were soon answered when he heard a loud crash and his best friend groan in pain from the ground beside him. How did he get there?

A skateboard hit the wall beside Harry, one he seemed to recognise. It was Louis’ board.

He quickly looked at the ground where his best friend was sprawled on top of the loud, confident boy he had met exactly two weeks prior. Niall at this point seemed to realise that the other boy did not fare as well as he did, hurrying to untangle their limbs and crouch beside him.

Harry grabbed Louis’ board and overheard him groggily recover from his state of unconsciousness, “Harry!”

Harry whipped his head around at the sound of his name, watching as Louis’ expression quickly changed from one of happiness to one of confusion. “You’re not Harry.”

“Mate, I’m Niall. I think you got a bit of a knock on your head,” Niall said, glancing over at Harry. “Does he know you?”

“He’s crash guy. THE crash guy,” Harry whispered, making panicked hand gestures at Niall so as to wipe the smirk off the Irish man’s face. He did not want Niall to give away the fact that Harry had talked endlessly about Louis over the past two weeks. “Just shhh.”

Luckily for Harry, Louis was in too much of a daze to notice the exchange, instead narrowing his eyes at Niall from his position on the ground. “You’re a leprechaun, aren’t you?”

“Lou, it’s Harry. How does your head feel?” Harry said, rushing over to kneel at Louis’ side. Harry shot a glare in Niall’s direction, as the blonde haired boy cackled at Louis’ remark. The few people that had gathered around started to move on, as they soon realised the boys knew each other.

“He was unconscious just before,” Niall said.

“Harry! I think I’m dead,” Louis said, pleased the other boy was there but still frowning at the thought of his own demise.

“No, Lou, you might have just gotten a bit of a concussion. Does your head hurt?” Instead of responding, Louis reached out to Harry’s fringe, playing with one of his curls. It was pretty much the most adorable thing he had ever seen, but Harry was a little worried for Louis as he was almost certain at this point he had a concussion. He moved to pick him up, “Niall help me out here.”

They helped Louis stand up, luckily without a fight. Harry had his arm around his waist, with Louis’ arm slung over his neck, making sure he didn’t fall over. Louis leaned snuggly into Harry’s side, fitting like a puzzle piece. Harry would have enjoyed it, if he had not been alarmed for Louis’ safety. “I have to get him to the medical centre.”

“Do you think you can get him there by yourself?” Niall asked, smirking at the pair as he took a step back. He picked up Louis’ board where Harry had left it on the ground, handing it back to him. “This tute is assessed and I can’t miss another one and lose marks.”

Harry knew that Niall wouldn’t have turned up anyway if Harry hadn’t almost dragged him to class, so Harry understood him clearly. He was trying to give them a bit of alone time. Niall might have been a little tired of Harry whining about his lack of Louis. “I think I’ll manage.”

“You’re warm. I could just go to sleep and use you as a pillow,” Louis said into Harry’s neck as Niall waved goodbye. Harry might have his work cut out for him.

“No, you can’t sleep Lou. You might have a concussion. I’m going to take you to the medical centre to get your head looked at.” Harry started to move Louis forward, trying not to think too much about how well his arm fit around the smaller boy’s waist.

They both walked in silence, Harry trying not to blush at their closeness. It just felt so right to have Louis by his side, especially after missing him for an entire two weeks. Harry was quite embarrassed about forgetting to ask for Louis’ number. He might’ve had the guts to ask him out at the time, had it not been for his exam. Was Louis even into guys? Harry would have to figure out his deal soon, but not while Louis wasn’t completely conscious.

It was a while before Louis spoke again. “I didn’t get your number, Harold.”

“I know, I can’t believe we forgot,” Harry said as he eagerly dug his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it over. “Just type in your number.”

Louis stared blankly at the phone, not typing anything. Harry realised the concussion must have affected his memory. “You know what, how about we exchange numbers after they take a look at your head.”

Louis only hummed in acknowledgement and handed the phone back, seemingly disappointed at yet another failed attempt at establishing a way of contacting Harry. He tilted his head against Harry’s neck, and as much as he enjoyed the closeness, Harry was not going to take advantage of Louis while he was concussed. Harry just hoped they wouldn’t forget to exchange numbers this time, as he really didn’t want to risk not seeing Louis again.

Harry kept Louis talking, making sure he wasn’t about to fall asleep. Louis was just as funny concussed as he was two weeks ago, and cute too. Though, his blue eyes lacked their usual sharpness. Harry kept his arm around his waist the entire time, and if he happened to enjoy the way they looked like a real couple, no one needed to know.

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