Crash | LarryStylinson University AU

Chapter 7

He placed Louis down on a chair in the University’s medical centre after making a thankfully eventless journey across campus. He made sure Louis was not about to fall over, then made his way to the counter and explained the situation to the receptionist. After coaxing the relevant information from the concussed boy and getting them to bulk bill Louis’ visit, Harry brought him into a nurses office to lie down and wait for the nurse to arrive.

Harry had helped Louis onto the bed and started moving his arm away from Louis’ waist, where it had gotten quite comfortable. Louis seemed to have other ideas as he grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt and pulled so they were a breath’s distance apart.

They locked eyes, and Harry once again lost himself in the piercing blue like he had many times during their first encounter. Louis was all curves and sharp edges, a walking contradiction, but it worked oh so well. His tattoos marked his beautifully tanned skin, hidden slightly by the black, short sleeved shirt he had chosen to wear. His caramel coloured, effortlessly styled, hedgehog hair was simultaneously adorable and strikingly handsome.

“Hey,” Louis whispered as they moved closer. His nose brushed Harry’s cheek, breaths mingling, lips tingling at the faintest touch. As much as Harry wanted to lean forward and fully connect their lips, he knew it wouldn’t be right.

He pulled away quickly, as he did not want to take advantage of Louis while his head wasn’t working properly. Louis frowned as Harry removed his arm from around his waist. Harry smiled weakly in apology. Louis was pouting, which was almost enough to make Harry forget everything and kiss him like he should have, but the nurse chose that moment to walk into the room.

“Hi, I’m Eleanor! And you must be Louis,” the nurse said cheerfully, not noticing the tense moment she had accidentally interrupted.

Louis nodded distractedly, shoulders hunched as he directed his gaze towards the ground, away from Harry. He really wanted to explain himself, to make Louis’ worries disappear and make his bright nature return, but it felt too personal to discuss with the nurse standing right there.

“A concussion was it? Lets take a look at it, then.” Harry took his cue to leave, finding a relatively comfortable chair in the waiting room.

He hoped their almost kiss hadn’t ruined the connection they had developed two weeks ago. Louis had seemed quite upset, but if they were lucky he wouldn’t remember much of it. Harry really wished he had gone for it, had kissed Louis just like he wanted to back when he applied those bandages.

But Harry didn’t want Louis to kiss him and regret it. Louis was concussed, he didn’t even remember his own phone number and had initially mistaken Niall for Harry. Harry didn’t want Louis kissing him while he couldn’t make a conscious decision to do so.

What if Louis remembered, and had decided it would have been a bad idea? Harry didn’t want to bring it up, only to be let down carefully. Right, so if Louis didn’t saying anything, Harry wouldn’t either. At least Harry could try to see if Louis would do it again, if the opportunity presented itself. And maybe he could just, push him along.

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