[an:/] let me just apologize sooner for this chapter bc i know it sucks and maybe i rushed things and missed some details... but i promise that the next ones will get better.
Although i need to thank you (again) bc this fic actually got rated on wattpad on Teen Fiction and Fan fiction, even if it's like in lower numbers and is no longer on Teen fiction, but wow it's an amazing feeling for me. So can you give me this time 27 VOTES AND 10 COMMENTS?
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“He has you in his hands and you can’t even notice it!” he shouts.
That’s not true…
“Enough Bryan.” I’m mad, I don’t wanna see his face, I don’t wanna speak to him ever again, he’s a liar, he likes to use people and then treat them like garbage, he’s everything except what I thought he was. I will even hear Harry from now on, I don’t care, I just want to get the hell out of here because I’m not in the mood to hear Bryan saying more crap.
“You were always on his side,” he chooses to keep ignoring my protests “the way you always defended him, the way you always talked about him, the way you act around him. I’m not fucking stupid Louis so you played with me too. And I can’t stand the fact that it was with that jerk.”
“You shouldn’t be hating on him…”
“Shut up,” he groans in annoyance and grabs me by my forearm tighter “stop fucking defending him.” He shouts “You took all my fun away.” His voice changes and he speaks more calmly “You always drove me crazy Louis,” he has this change of humour… I think this guy has serious problems and I don’t know what the worst feeling here is, the disgust or the anger “I bet he already touched you and, fuck, I wanted that.” His hand goes up and down, brushing on my arm
“Let me go” I yell trying to pull away but it’s useless
“I just needed that and then I would let you go…” fucking hell
By the moment Bryan is ending his words Harry opens the door strongly and steps in “Don’t fucking touch him!” he shouts and I’m looking widely at him.
Bryan fears Harry, I always thought that and now, now I can see it more clearly, by the way he steps away so quickly from me and by the look he’s giving at Harry. I’m so thankful for his appearance now, I usually complain about him being around me all the time and somehow finding me always, but right now there is no point of protest.
“Harry…” I sight in relief and don’t even notice the words coming out from my mouth
He steps closer from Bryan but for my surprise he doesn’t give a step back “If I see you around him one more time you know what I’ll do with you.” Harry’s eyes get darker, he clenches his jaw and his fits by his side and his lips are firmly pressed against each other.
It’s not hard for Bryan to look straight in the eyes at Harry since they’ve almost the same height, but right now it doesn’t seem like that. “Is that treat?” he dares to say
“Yes.” Harry simply answers and in a jiff he’s grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room. He walks quickly and I have to run to follow his step since he doesn’t drop my hand. When we reach the end of the hallway and turn on the left he gently pushes me against the wall and rests his hands above my shoulders “Are you okay?” His eyes now show the familiar concern. I nod quietly, I’m still shock with all of this. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” I shake my head this time, not daring to talk “Thank god Louis.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls my head to his chest, so he’s basically resting his chin on top of my head. “He won’t touch you, or speak or even get closer to you ever again. I promise.” He whispers, stroking my hair from my nape.
I take a deep breathe as if I’m finally composing myself and rest my hands on his chest pulling him back, ending the embrace “T-Thanks…” I say and try not to look at him. I feel weird because all this situation was so bizarre. He has you in his hands and you can’t even notice it. And this words sure hit me. It’s not true… but I almost forgot about Friday night and what Harry did-what Harry and I did. I was mad and now we’re acting like nothing have happened. We can’t keep doing this, being this close like we always were, it’s not good neither for me nor Harry; more for Harry since he… he loves me and I might be giving him the wrong idea acting like this around him. And I’m supposed to hate him, he annoys me so much I don’t know how I still keep with this and how, in the first time, I allowed this “Hum… We should g-go-“
“Hey Lou,” he raises my head by my chin, making me look at him “are you sure that everything is all right?” Sure Harry I just think we shouldn’t be this close
I nod “Bryan is sick” I chuckle nervously
“Yeah he is, I told you.”
“Yeah you told me…” I stop laughing
He looks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking “It’s fine you know…” he was right and I didn’t believe him completely that time, I even shouted at him and he says it’s fine…
“It’s not…” I sigh, it’s other thing that it’s bothering me, he didn’t deserve this
“Louis, let’s forget all of this okay? It’s fine now.” He tries to give me a smile when I look at him carefully. “Now c’mon the others are probably tired of waiting for us.” He says and at the same time grabs my hand to walk next to him.
I look at the touch and notice how his mood changed after this. When he was dragging me out of the lab he was with his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed, he looked like he was going to explode, his eyes dropped fury and now I can see his dimple and I’m sure his eyes are shining. It’s this what I am talking about… I need to stop analysing his face.
I release my hand from his, trying my best not to be harsh, but keep walking and looking forward. He doesn’t stop too but I notice he looks at me surprised but I don’t dare to look back because I know I would overanalyse his face.
~*~
“Arrived late you lads.” Niall says when sees us. It’s the first time I see my three friends since Friday and I feel like it was in ages to be honest
“Sorry, I picked Louis later than the usual…” Harry decides to speak
“So I’m expecting to see a grumpy Louis today, hum?” Liam looks at me with a smirk, joking.
“I’m fine.” I say in the most normal tone I can speak, as if that episode with Bryan and Harry didn’t happen. I sit next Niall so I don’t have to be next to Liam or he would start with a bunch of questions which would involve Harry and Bryan and that would be the worst thing he could do to me at the moment.
“Hum, so Louis…” Niall’s voice is weird and not as happy as he usually sounds. I look at him with a frown “I’m sorry for what I said to you…” he looks down and I raise my eyebrow. With all of this I forgot about my fight with Niall.
“Oh… it’s fine, let’s forget it please.” I don’t need one more rock in my shoe because the other ones are already hurting me like hell
“You sure?”
“Yeah!” I give him a small smile. Either way, it’s hard to stay mad at Niall too much time and we usually just fight because of why he doesn’t have good games and when he cheats in something we’re playing.
“Good then.” He smiles back, but his is much bigger than mine.
The lunch is normal… or maybe not that normal. I know how excited Liam is to talk to me and ask whatever he has to but I know something is shutting him and then there is Harry who is sat in front of me and every time he tries to make any contact with me, like our feet touching I pull away every, so when he gives up he offers me looks that I can’t read the meaning of them but I have an idea… But apart from it, it’s fine yeah…
“Well guys I’m heading back.” I say standing from the chair. I see that they want to stay here for a chat, but I’m tired and have a class in fifteen minutes. I’m glad that after that one there is no more and I can take a rest.
“I go with you.” Harry says, standing up as well and I know what he is doing.
“You don’t need to, I’m not going to the dorm, I have a class now.”
“But I walk with you to the campus” he insists and there is no point of me to fight against it because even if I walk away he’s going to follow me anyway and I can’t stop him. “Bye guys.” Harry waves at them
“We talk later Louis.” Liam says and gives me a forced smile. No we won’t talk later Liam, I’m sorry.
We walk out of the restaurant and I was ready to an uncomfortable silence but I don’t know why. It’s impossible to have that kind of silence around Harry… especially when he doesn’t make silence and starts trolling a song that I don’t have a clue of its name.
“So what are you going to do now?” he asks when we’re middle way
“Hum?” I look at him for the first time since we got out from the restaurant
“About Bryan… You’ve to face him on the football practise and around the campus anyway” He sighs “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be always around you when-“
“Hey Harry, I don’t need you as my body guard now. Do you think I can’t handle this now?” I say maybe too harshly.
“No,” he answers too quickly “is not that Louis.” He shakes his head “Sorry.”
“No, I am sorry.” After all he’s helping me I shouldn’t have talked to him that harsh, I’m just being the same stubborn guy.
“I don’t know if he’s going to give up from this so easily…”
He thinks? “Well he has to! He probably needs help though he’s sick really.” I say too seriously. “But I won’t give up on football because of him.”
“You won’t?” I see that he preferred me to and now he’s concerned
“Of course not, I’ll keep with my routine-“
“Just be careful” he interrupts me “when I’m not with you. But I won’t let him put one finger on you.” He says and doesn’t allow me to protest when he walks to the other side of the campus where he is probably going to have classes.
I think it’ll be hard to keep the distance between me and Harry.
~*~
It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, at least for me I don’t know if can say the same for Harry, but if he noticed how I’ve been acting around him he chose not to say anything for a long time.
November had passed and we’re now on the last day of classes before Christmas’ break. Oh, the so welcome and waited break.
I tried on maximums to avoid Bryan and I’m not gonna lie and say that I didn’t skip the practise a couple of times because of him. It’s hard to see his face after everything I’ve got to know. I always made my best to be the first one being ready after the games so I’m not left alone with him there and being as far as possible from him on the locker rooms.
He did try to approach me once on the hallways from the classes but Harry appeared on the right time and after that he never allowed Bryan to get closer, as he promised.
I didn’t really stopped talking to Harry though, we promised each other that things wouldn’t get weird between us, but let’s face it, it’s hard after what we did on that night when I was drunk. So I basically pushed his gentle touches. That unnecessary touch of hands, the unnecessary touch of our tights under the table, that unnecessary sleep over on my bed, that unnecessary extra concern, those unnecessary words from him that might make me blush, that unnecessary cuddles when we’re watching a movie and the list goes on. I basically did what I should have done sooner to prevent things like these now.
He still teases me, it’s his way to annoy me through the week and to be honest I need it. But I might have took things too far at the beginning of December because he noticed the lack of time we used to spend alone together, the lack of our random talks at the middle of the night and when I pull away his arms ready to wrap around my torso I saw the strange and maybe sad looks he started to give me.
And a week ago was the limit point, when at the end of the day, when I was already turning off the light instead of goodnight he said I miss you, it hit me, it hit both and then it was when reality hit me too.
I miss him as well.