Gay Pick Up Lines [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter XIII

Song: Starts With One (CLASSIXX REMIX) - Shiny Toy Guns

___________________________

Moving along to the loud music Harry was enjoying himself for once. Louis had gotten a small babysitting job so they had to move their date into next week. Harry was nervous as hell asking if he could go out but Louis didn't mind, if only Louis would of came. Then again they wouldn't just be on the dance floor all night, probably ended up in his bedroom frantically kissing.

Other than the banging from the floor going through Harry's body he couldn't help but down a few shots. Standing against the wall close to the dance floor, Harry wasn't in the mood to dance unless Louis was here. Watching total strangers dance together made Harry feel sick. Walking away and towards the door to leave, someone stopped him but he pushed them away. No need for sex with strangers, he has his sight on someone more perfect.

Letting cold hair hit Harry's skin he still heard the music outside. Back hitting the wall he slowly slid down till he was sitting on the ground. Harry hasn't done much thinking for awhile and now is his chance to do so. Without his thoughts getting pretty dark Harry pulled out his phone to text Louis.

H: Hey Lou I miss you, hope everything is going well .x

Not getting a reply or a read of the text he assumed he was putting the kids to sleep. That or he is at his house sleeping. Ah sleeping. Harry could go for that now. Harry heard footsteps along the sidewalk from a group of friends. Laughing and stumbling over feet, they seemed like they were having an amazing time.

Watching a few cars pass by Harry gave up on the text from Louis and put his phone back into his pocket. Getting up and walking away Harry had to past a few alley's and one huge park till he got to his house. The walking seemed like forever till he almost got to the park. Hearing shouting and words being said he stopped. Everything seemed to get slower and slower, like Harry's old death wish coming true. Did someone drug my drink?

Coming around the corner of the alley he saw someone getting beat up. A guy sitting on top of another guy punching him into next week, if only I could move my feet. Finally feeling his feet Harry ran and pushed the guy off, just to stop him punching and to see what was up. "What the fuck man?" Running his finger over his bottom lip, the man didn't say one word.

Shaking his head Harry's thoughts are getting clustered. Going from one spot to another spot. Tugging on hair that was right in his face and trying to catch up to his thoughts, Harry just can't right now. Looking back at the guy on the floor, he was gone. At least he thinks he was because darkness was all around Harry and the guy who got punched to death. Oh yeah him.

Getting down on the dirty pavement he checked the guy's pulse and yep he still was alive. Picking him up slowly it took awhile till he was walking out of the alley with this stranger. Finally getting to the park and finding a lamp post he could look at the guy. Panicking Harry dropped him on the wet grass and covered his face. Fuck this. Abort. Abort. Abort.

Why today? Why? Coughing and the man sat up in the grass, spitting onto the grass. Blood was mixed with his spit, and it wasn't the nicest thing to see from him. "Harry? What the fuck?" Squinting his eye's Harry turned away from him, extremely mad. "Fuck Jack if I knew it was you I rather let you end up getting punched till you died." Tugging at his hair Harry needed to leave soon before he tries something.

"Can't get away from me eh?"

"Oh fuck off." Kicking a rock Harry just wanted to get away. Swaying on his feet they felt glued to the ground, not able to move. Wanting to kick and scream but couldn't was a nightmare for Harry himself. "I don't need you in my life anymore so will you please just go away? Like we never see each other again?"

"Sure but you know I hope you accept my apology y'know." Standing up on his two feet Jack grabbed his head in pain, Harry went up and grabbed his shirt collar and tugged him closer. "You fucked me up in the head, mentally. Just leave me alone or I will make you pass out and know nothing of our talk when you wake up, your choice." Smirking at him Harry got more self control of himself. A long time away from Jack and Harry grew balls to do shit like this to him.

Not breathing Jack barley got out an "Kay." before Harry dropped him on the grass. His head starting spinning again. Fuck not again. Walking away like nothing happened Harry keep's going to the right side of the sidewalk. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Wait left twice? Controlling his migraine Harry wasn't going to make it to his house, trying to remember Louis' flat address it hit another spot in his head.

"Fucking hell this hurts." Trying to get the pain away from rubbing his head it wouldn't go away, at all. Seeing a familiar house Harry sure hoped it was Louis. Barley making up the first two steps to his long sidewalk that seemed to last years, Harry could not make it up four steps. Falling on the ground, it was cold. Head spinning and not really feeling anything Harry passed out on the sidewalk of what he hoped was Louis' house.

**

Feeling the cold air, Louis was glad to remember to bring a jacket. Leaving the house with money, he left the parents of the two little kids who were in bed. Whistling and watching the sidewalk for a split second, Louis was finally happy for today. For it being two in the morning, nothing could make him more happier.

Walking up towards his flat Louis stopped in his tracks to see someone laying on the ground. "Harry?" Taking his hands out of his jacket pockets Louis ran towards him and trying to wake Harry up. He opened his eye's but Louis was still confused. "Babe what happened?" A grunt was all said in response. Louis frowned and just focused on getting Harry inside from the cold.

Getting to the couch and rubbing Harry's arm's, Harry was awake but just barley. Trying to get Harry to talk was impossible. "What did you drink? My god Hazza." feeling his forehead it was boiling hot. Going to his bathroom Louis got a rag and put it under the sink. Soaking it in cold water and getting back to Harry, he was snoring. Louis was concerned for Harry's mental health but hes got to wait till the morning comes.

___________________________

A/n: 

I hope you liked the change in Point of View's :)

I hope this chapter gives you some suspense into Harry's past life!

I will also like to say thanks so much for all the votes, reads, and comments you leave. It means the world to me! For you to enjoy my writing just blows my mind, 'cause I'm horrible at it, but I'm still learning.