Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

24. Who are you?

~ Pov Louis ~

I bite my lip and keep staring at the spot where Harry stood a few seconds ago. A brown-haired girl with tattoos and piercings appears in front of me, but it seems like I'm looking straight through her. She looks at me frowning and when she waves her hand in front of my face, I seem to wake up from a kind of trance.

"Everything alright?" I look down at her. "Because it looks like you've seen a ghost." I shake my head and smile forcedly. I've seen her before, she's often with Harry. Her name is Mel, but I don't really have a clue who exactly she is.

"Sorry but who are you again?" She leans against the lockers and stares at me. "I'm Mel, a friend of-" "Harry," I finish her sentence. She nods and at that moment the bell rings. I throw my bag over my shoulder and slowly start to walk away from he, but when I look next to me I see that she just keeps following me. "Can I help you with something?"

I can see from the corner of my eye how she shrugs doubtfully so I make sure we both come to a stop. "I actually wanted to tell you something, warn you..." "For what?" She opens her mouth but her eyes diverge to something behind me which makes her close it again and put on a small smile. "Nothing. Never mind."

Without saying another word she walks away to the place she was staring at a few seconds ago. I turn around curiously and see Harry looking at her with a cold gaze. And when she stands in front of him they start a conversation. But it doesn't look like they're happy about it.

~ Pov Harry ~

I watch from a distance how Mel is talking to Louis. What the fuck is she talking to him about? What is she even doing with him? They don't even know each other.

Mel finally catches my eye and I gesture for her to stop whatever she's doing immediately. She closes her mouth and smiles briefly at Louis before walking over to me with a sigh.

"What's your problem, Harry?" She rolls her eyes. "What's my problem? What's your problem? What were you doing with Louis? You have no business with him. What were you talking about? What were you telling him?" "Nothing. Nothing at all. I was going to say something, but you interrupted me." I cross my arms and look down at her. "What were you going to tell him, Mel?" She shrugs and avoids eye contact.

"Mel," I insist. She hopelessly throws her hands in the air. "I just don't think it's a good idea, Harry!" I scowl at her. "What's not a good idea?" "The bet! I don't know how you can do it. I don't understand... How can you use him like that and film all of that? Don't you realize how sick that sounds?" I clench my teeth. "However, you helped me very well to set up the cameras." "Yes! And I immediately told you how crazy I thought it was!"

She raises her voice even more, but there is no one in the hallway as we should have been in class a long time ago. "You were friends, best friends." "Were, indeed. We've grown apart, Mel. Get over it!" She shakes her head. "How can you do that? How can you not care about him? How can you let him fall for you?" I roll my eyes. "I never said I don't care about him. And Louis didn't fall for me at all."

Mel looks at me exhausted. "Is that what you think? That the boy has no feelings for you yet?" She chuckles for a moment. "Then you're not only sick but also blind!," she sighs, "stop it, Harry. Now. Before you go too far. The bet was that you had to break his heart. Do it now because before you know it you're going to go too far and you're going to break him completely."

"The bet was that I had to break his heart if he started to have feelings and I was not allowed to do so until I slept with him. And neither of those has happened yet." "Don't you hear how fucking sick that sounds, Harry? You make me sick! He was your best friend! Not only did you drop him and leave him for your new friends but you're using him! It will destroy him so much that he won't even want to live anymore! Can't you see that? "

I take a few steps closer to her so that our noses are almost touching. "Let me remind you that you are one of those friends." "If you don't stop this then I won't be one of them anymore. And I won't hold back from keeping my mouth shut to Louis..."

She turns around and wants to walk away, but I grab her arm and push her roughly against the wall. "You say one word to Louis, and I will have no trouble hurting you," I whisper. She looks at me. Tears in her eyes. And I think for the first time ever she's afraid of me. What am I doing? "Who are you Harry? What happened to you?"

Mel shakes her head in disbelief before loosening herself from my grip and walking away disappointed. She is right. Who am I? What happened to me? And Louis... Is she right? Does he have feelings for me? He can't do that, not now, not with me!

"Goddamnit!"

~ Pov Louis ~

One more hour. One more hour and then school is over. I walk to the next classroom, but that is interrupted by someone who pulls me painfully quickly into the broom shed. And just when I want to start screaming, my mouth is covered and I look into two cold green eyes.

"Harry," I mutter against his fingers. "Damn it, Louis!" I scowl at him and squeeze my eyes as his fingers leave my lips and then hit the wall with his fist. "What is your problem?" He removes his body from mine and begins to walk back and forth in the small space in frustration.

"You. You're my fucking problem!" "What do you mean?" "You wouldn't get any feelings! I warned you so many times! You're such a fucking idiot!" I look at him with wide eyes at first, but then frown. "I don't have feelings for you." He stops walking and stands in front of me. "I don't believe you." I bite my lip when he each puts one hand on one side of my head against the wall. "Tell me the truth. Make me believe, no, make sure you haven't fallen for me."

He defiantly brings his lips closer. "That you don't feel anything when I kiss or touch you." "I don't have feelings for you. I didn't fall for you. And your touch doesn't mean anything to me. Nothing at all. I could never feel anything for an asshole like you." His fingers are now gently running through my hair. His eyes alternate with my eyes and lips, as if he were making some choice.

"Good. Because if you dare to feel anything," he whispers. ",then..." "Then what?" My gaze is fixed on his lips. My chest rises and falls heavily. My heart is beating way too fast. My head turns and thumps. My body is getting too hot.

"Then..." I feel his breath on my skin. "Then ..." I close my eyes. "Then-" Roughly he presses his lips against mine and immediately I bring my hands to his hips where I bury my fingers in his skin. I try to gasp for air but he doesn't give me the chance. He bites my bottom lip. He gently pulls my hair. He presses his body against mine. He's choking me. He drives me crazy.

And just as his lips were about to move to my neck, he pulls back. I leave my eyes closed and try to get some oxygen into my lungs. "Then I wouldn't know what I would do with you," he whispers and not much later I hear a door slam shut.

I'm not allowed to fall for him. That shouldn't be a problem.

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I think it already is a problem, Louis. But alright, believe what you want to believe :)