Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

35. Denial.

~ Pov Harry ~ 

With a cigarette between my lips I lean against the wall. Zayn sits on our bench while Luke and Ash have a conversation. Mel sits next to Zayn, but doesn't pay any attention to me anymore. Not since our fight. With closing eyes I take a puff, enjoying the silence before the bell rings. The sun feels warm against my skin. But my quiet moment is interrupted by Luke punching my shoulder.

"Styles."

"Luke," I sigh.

"How is the bet going?" I roll my eyes and feel an uncomfortable feeling spreading through my body.

"Good. He gave me a hand job last week." He raises his eyebrows and Zayn looks at us warily.

"Already? That's faster than expected. The school year isn't even over yet." I shrug my shoulders.

"Does that matter?"

Luke frowns at me. "Where are the tapes, by the way? We haven't seen them for a while." I turn my gaze to Zayn, looking for help.

"Luke..." He turns to Zayn. "Harry has decided not to film anything anymore." Mel looks at me but I avoid her gaze. Ash is also suddenly interested in the conversation.

"How so?" I drop my cigarette and kick it out.

"Just because." Luke rolls his eyes in irritation.

"Just because?"

"Yes. I didn't think it was a good idea anymore. Neither did Zayn and Mel." He smiles for a moment.

"We always knew you three were the wimps of the group."

I give him a push against his shoulders but he finds his balance. "Be careful with what you say, asshole."

"Harry," Zayn hisses. I'm not taking my eyes off Luke. "He's not worth it." Luke takes a step in my direction.

"What's up Styles? Can't you do it anymore? Did you get scared?" I just laugh out loud.

"Scared? If I remember it correctly, you were the one who was shaking in the school corridors a few years ago because you were afraid of starting a small fire." Mel chuckles and he clenches his jaw.

"At least I finished my bet! You just give up."

"I never said I gave up. The filming just stops. And the filming was only added later, it was never officially a part of the bet. If I just continue with the original bet it will be the same." Ash leans against the wall and looks at us.

"But why go on with it if you can't prove it anyway. Can't you just stop? What's the point in fucking that guy?"

Luke shoves me and smiles. "It's simple, right?" He gives me another push and I almost lose my balance. "He's continuing the bet because he's a fag!" I immediately lash out with my fist and hit his nose which starts bleeding. "Fuck you." Zayn stands up.

"Harry." Luke continues to grin.

"And he quits filming because there is a lot more between him and Tomlinson than he says." I hit him again. This time in his stomach. He lands on the floor and Zayn takes me away from him.

"Harry enough!"

I struggle in his grip but he's too strong. He brings his lips to my ear. "Harry. Keep calm. Louis is watching..." I immediately look up to the other side of the lawn and see Louis with Niall and Liam. He frowns in our direction. I bite my lip. Shit. I hope he didn't hear what we were talking about. I look at him but he focuses on the ground, as if he has never seen anything.

Ash helps Luke get up and he stands right in front of me. "Don't use the bet as an excuse, fagot." He walks away with Ash by his side and with a stupid grin.

I didn't even deny it.

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Oehhh... The tension is building up...

I don't know why the chapters are so short lately haha
I'll post all the chapters of part 1 of the story tomorrow, but I'm still working on part 2 so you'll need to wait for that :)