Survive [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 27.

"That's it? Didn't he even explain why?"

Niall asks. It is the same night but Louis went out without saying a word. He has been gone for hours and he isn't answering his phone and it is really late now. So I really needed some company and someone to talk to, so I decided to invite Niall over. I would invite Zayn but I don't have his number and Liam isn't answering his phone, so Niall was the only one left. I could might as well just called my mother and spoken to her about the entire situation, but I needed somebody who knows Louis. Someone that knows him better than me and could tell me what I should or should not do in this case.

"Nope. He just basically said that he didn't like me and that he never will." I explain. Niall sighs and leans his head back against the back of the sofa. "I don't know what to do now... I mean, I live with him. I don't want things to get more awkward than they already are"

"Harry don't you realize that he's probably lying to you?" Niall says as if it is the most obvious fact in the world. I look back at him blankly and he continues. "Look. I know Louis. Okay? I've known the guy for years. And I know for a fact that he has something for you. Something special."

"Then why doesn't he just admit it?"

And just as I pop that question we are rudely interrupted by Louis barging into the apartment. He is obviously completely drunk and completely unstable. Liam is the one helping him standing on his feet. So Liam has been with him this entire time? No wonder why he didn't answer his phone.

"What happened? Where the hell were you guys!?" I say as I walk towards them. Louis stumbles out of Liam's arms and throws himself over me. I am surprised by his weight and end up almost falling with him. He is shrinking of alcohol and cigarettes. Not an unusual smell these days. He is holding an empty vodka bottle in his hand and all I can focus on is how long it's gonna take for Liam to explain this. As I try my best to hold Louis up I glare at Liam.

"They threw him out of the pub" Liam says.

"Why didn't you call us? We would've helped you get him home" Niall defends.

I ignore them as their conversation continues about who is the best friend. I just help Louis to his room so that I could get him to sleep.

I have seen Louis drunk too many times to count, but this is by far the worst time yet. He can't even stand on his feet. So I literally help him sit down on the bed so that I can take his shoes off.

"So I tell you that I have feelings for you and the first thing you do is go get drunk?"

I say as a more rhetorical question that somehow causes Louis to giggle like a little child. No matter how frustrated I am with him, he will always get me with that adorable innocent crinkled smile of his. Even though I really don't want to, I still can't help but to smile back at him.

"This isn't funny" I try, but it for some reason causes him to giggle even more.

"You're cute when you're angry"

Even though I know he's just trying to tease me my cheeks still flush.

"Go to sleep now." I demand as I've finally managed to untie his shoes. He pouts his bottom lip at me.

"Alone?" He whines.

"Yes, alone. You don't like me, remember?" I say as I've reached the door.

"Please"

I hesitate. Am I really going to allow him to play with my emotions further? I look into the living room just to see that Niall is motioning for me that he and Liam are leaving. I nod and they wave goodbye, trying to be as quiet as possible. They probably think that I've already managed to get Louis to sleep. As they leave I turn back to Louis who is still looking at me with puppy eyes.

"Fine"

I say and walk over to his bed. He smiles proudly as he crawls under his blanket and makes room for me next to him. I walk over and sit down next to him. I grab my phone and start scrolling through it until Louis falls asleep. Cause I know I won't be able to.

Time passes and I'm suddenly disturbed by sobbing noises from Louis' side of the bed. I turn the night light on and softly place my hand on his shoulder. I caress his arm until he turns around. And when he does I'm heartbroken. His eyes are glossy, cheeks wet and... He basically looks like something broken. Why is he crying? Did he have a nightmare? Is he still drunk after sleeping for that long? What is wrong?

"Why are you crying?"

I whisper as I hover over him slightly. He looks up at me with his crushed emotional face and reaches his hand out for me. He caresses my cheek and carefully pulls me in for a kiss. I am surprised but I go with it. I just close my eyes and let my lips slowly press against his. I feel his small little stubble against my skin and his wet cheeks against mine.

"Don't stop. Please."

He says in a shaky voice. This is literally tearing my heart. Seeing him this sad and not even knowing what's wrong or how to fix it. All I know is that he doesn't want me to stop, and that I have no plans on stopping either.

I lean down and mold my lips with his again, kissing him passionately. I just love the way his lips feel against mine. I lay on top of him and feel his warm skin against mine. He's wearing nothing but boxers and that gives me more satisfaction than I could ever ask for. He cups my face with both his hands and he gradually moves them from my cheeks to my hair and down my spine. I desperately start grinding my hips against his as I kiss his neck. Planting soft kisses along his chest and neck. He moans breathlessly and digs his nails against my back.

"Harry-" He breathes and places his hand on my chest as a protest. "I'm sorry"