Bully (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Sixteen

Louis’ pov:

I heard my phone vibrate against the dresser and quickly reached over turning off the alarm. I looked at the clock, 10:30.

“Harry, sweetie.” I whispered and shook him.

“Whattttt?” he whined.

“Nothing, just checking, night baby.” I giggled. He groaned and rolled off me, turning on his side and cuddling into the covers. I've been sitting here for two hours basically watching Harry sleep, and thinking. I can't sleep. I waited a few minutes then got up. I grabbed a pair of sweats I found on the ground and slid into them. I had to roll them up a couple times because Harry has longer legs. Its only a matter of time till he is towering over me. I opened his door and headed downstairs to the kitchen. When I can't sleep I usually drink a cup of tea. Anne hopefully won't mind. I walked in and stopped,

“oh hi.”

“Louis? Hi sweetheart.” Anne smiled.

“Sorry I um, Harry has been asleep since you left and um I can't sleep.” I explained.

“Yeah, me either. Tea?” she asked. I nodded and she gestured for me to sit on the stool as she put the kettle on the stove.

“So what's on your mind that's keeping you awake?” she asked. I bit my lip,

“just Harry I suppose.” She nodded,

“yeah me too.” I smiled,

“why, are you worried about him?”

“Harry tells you a lot right?” she asked. I shrugged and nodded.

“Well I just, after what happened with his father he seems to be a little jumpy towards Logan and I don't blame him. My poor baby didn't deserve to go through that, but I hate that he feels like Logan is like his father. Logan would never hurt him. I mean, I don't think he would. I just, Harry means the world to me and him and Logan don't get along, but-” she sighed.

“But?” I egged her on.

“But Logan asked me to marry him and I want to say yes, but not if Harry is uncomfortable. But if I ask Harry if he doesn't want me to marry Logan no matter what he will tell me to marry him because he wants me happy. I'm happy though, as long as he is happy I'm happy.” she smiled. I smiled back, I knew she cared about Harry. She wouldn't leave Harry for Logan, not in a million years. She loved Harry’s father but still put him in prison for what he did to Harry, Logan is no different. “I guess where I'm going with this is do you think you can get Harry to tell you his feelings on Logan. Don't tell him Logan asked me, just talk to him and then tell me?” she asked. The tea hissed making her turn and make the tea. She handed me my cup after a minute. I was chewing on my lip the whole time, debating if I should just tell her now. I don't want to make Harry upset however.

“What are you thinking about darling? Harry chews his lip when he is nervous, did I ask too much, I'm sorry.” she smiled.

“Oh no, no A-Anne you didn't ask too much. Its just, Harry has already talked to me about Logan.” I explained.

“Really? Well go on tell me,” she begged.

“I don't want to upset you or Harry.” I mumbled and looked down.

“Louis, honey look at me.” she pleaded. I looked up and she smiled, “I love Harry and I love Logan but I will never chose someone over my own son. If Harry is uncomfortable around Logan than Logan needs to go. Harry has been through enough and I can only be happy if Harry is happy, with everything. Now, what he told you, he didn't tell me because he is scared to tell me. Please, sweetie help me out?” she asked. I nodded,