After (Larry Stylinson) WILL NOT BE COMPLETED

Chapter 38:

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I am hot, too hot. I try to pull the
covers off of me, but they won't budge. When my eyes open, the night before comes flooding into my mind. Harry screaming at me in the yard, the scotch on his breath, the broken glass in the kitchen, Harry kissing me, Harry moaning as I touched him, his wet boxers.

I try to lift up but he is too heavy. I am surprised by his head laying across my chest and the way his arm is wrapped around my waist, his body cloaking mine. He must have moved this way in his sleep. I do admit, I don't want to leave this bed, leave Harry, but I have to.

I have to get back to my room, Natalie is there. Natalie. Natalie.

I gently push Harry off by his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. I silently pray that he is a heavy sleeper, he rolls onto his stomach and groans but doesn't wake.

I hurry to my feet and grab my scattered clothes off of the floor. Being the coward that I am , I want to be out of here by the time he wakes. I don't think he will mind though, at least he won't have to invest his energy into hurting me on purpose so I will leave on my own. This way is better for both of us, regardless of the way we laughed together last night, nothing is the same in the light of day. Harry will remember how we got along pretty well last night and he will feel the need to be extra hateful to make up for it. It is what he does... and I will not be around this time.

I will be where I belong, away from him. For a second last night, the thought crossed my mind that maybe the night would change Harry's mind, make him want to have more with me, but I know better by now. I fold his t-shirt neatly onto the dresser and put on my trousers, my shirt is wrinkled from laying on the floor last night, but that is the least of my worries at the moment. I slip my feet into my shoes and grab ahold of the door handle.

One more look back won't hurt, I convince myself and look back to a sleeping Harry. His messy hair is sprawled onto the pillow, and his arm is now draped over the side of the bed. He looks so peaceful, so beautiful despite the pieces of metal in his face.

I turn back around and turn the door handle.

"Lou?" My heart drops. I slowly turn back around to him, expecting to see his harsh green eyes staring back at me. Instead, they are closed, a frown is set on his face, but he is still asleep.

I can't decide if I am relieved that he is asleep or sober that he called out my name in his sleep. I walk out of the room and gently close the door behind me.

I have no idea how to get out of this house, I walk straight down the hall and I am relieved to find the stairs easily.

I pad down the stairs and nearly run into Liam. My pulse quickens as I try to think of something to say. His eyes scan my face and he stays silent, waiting for an explanation I assume.

"Liam.. I.." I have no idea what to say.

"Are you okay?" He asks with concern.

"Yea, I am fine. I know you must think.."

"I don't think anything, I really do appreciate you coming. I know you don't like Harry and it means a lot to me that you would come here to help get him in control" Liam tells me.

Oh. He is so nice, too nice. I almost want him to tell me how disgusted he is that I stayed the night with Harry, that I left my girlfriend alone in my room all night after I took her car and ran to Harry's rescue, just so I feel as bad as I should.

"So are you and Harry friends again?" He asks and I shrug.

"I have no idea what we are. I have no idea what I am doing. He just.. he" I break into sobs. Liam wraps his arms around me in a warm and comforting hug.

"It's okay, I know he can be so terrible" Liam says softly. Wait.. he must think that I am crying because Harry did something terrible to me. He would probably never assume that I am crying because of my feelings for Harry.

"It's not that Liam.." I sob. I need to get out of here before I ruin Liam's good opinion of me and before Harry wakes up.

"I have to go, Natalie is waiting" I say and Liam gives me a sympathetic smile before saying goodbye. I get into Natalie's car and drive back to my dorm as fast as I can. I cry most of the way there, how will I explain this all to Natalie? I know I have to , I can't lie to her. I just can't imagine how much this will hurt her. I am a terrible person for doing this to her, why couldn't I just stay away from Harry?

I have calmed myself as much as I can before I pull into the parking lot. I walk as slow as I can to my room, I don't know how I am going to face Natalie. When I open the door, Natalie is laying back on my small bed staring at the ceiling. She jumps up when I say her name.

"Jesus Louis! Where have you been all night? I've been calling you non stop!" she shouts. This is the first time Natalie has ever actually raised her voice at me. We have bickered before but she hasn't ever yelled at me.

"I am so sorry Natalie, I went to Liam's house because Harry was drunk and he was breaking things, and the time just got lost I guess and by the time we cleaned up, it was so late and my phone was dead" I lie. I can't believe I am lying straight to her face, all the times she has been here for me and here I am lying to her. I know I should tell her but I can't imagine hurting her.

"Harry was breaking stuff? Are you okay? Why did you stay there if he was being violent?" I feel like she is asking me a thousand questions at once.

"He wasn't being violent, he was just drunk, he wouldn't hurt me" I say and cover my mouth, desperately trying to push the words back in.

"What do you mean he wouldn't hurt you? You don't even know him Louis." She snaps and walks towards me.

"I am just saying that he wouldn't hurt me like psychically, I know him well enough to know that. I was just trying to help Liam" I say. Harry would hurt me emotionally, he already has and I am sure he will try again. It's ironic that I am defending him right now and he isn't here.

"I thought you were going to stop hanging around those type of people? Didn't you promise me and your mom that you would? Louis, they aren't good people for you to be around. You've started drinking and staying out all night and you left me here all night. I don't know why you even had me come here if you were just going to leave" she sits down on the bed and rests her head on her hands.

"They aren't bad people, you don't know them. When did you become so judgmental?" I ask her. I should be begging for her to forgive me for staying out all night but I am irritated by the way she is talking about my friends. Mostly Harry, my subconscious reminds me and I want to slap him.

"I am not judgmental but you would have never hung out with those gothic people before"

"They aren't gothic Natalie, they are themselves. They don't care to be like us, that doesn't make them any different from us" I say. I am as surprised by my words as Natalie is.

"Well, I don't like you hanging out with them, they are changing you. You're not the same Louis that I fell in love with" her voice isn't malicious at all, just sad.

"Well Natalie.." I begin and the door flies open. My eyes follow Natalie's to an angry Harry storming into the room.