After (Larry Stylinson) WILL NOT BE COMPLETED

Chapter 48

I don't see or hear Harry in the showers at all so I hope he didn't go off somewhere with those girls. He didn't even bring any clothes with him so if he does shower, he would just be putting on dirty clothes.

Harry could wear clothes matted with mud and still look better than anybody I have ever seen. Except Natalie, I remind myself. I dry off and pull my clothes on and make my way back to my room.

I am relieved to find Harry sitting on my bed. He is shirtless and his hair is still wet. I close my mouth to make sure my tongue isn't hanging out, panting. My loose purple shirt and jeans seem silly compared to his snug black jeans and bare skin. At least I am wearing my tight jeans.

"Took you long enough" He says and lays back. His muscles constrict as he lifts his arms back behind his head.

"You're supposed to be nice to me remember" I say and walk over to Tristan's closet and open the door to reveal the mirror. Grabbing his eyeliner, I sit myself down on the floor and cross my legs in front of the mirror.

"I am being nice"

I stay quiet as I try to apply the eyeliner. After three failed attempts to make a straight line on my top eyelid, I chuck the eyeliner at the mirror and Harry laughs.

"You don't need it anyway" Harry tells me.

"I like it" I defend and he rolls his eyes. "Fine, we can just sit here all day While you try to put that on" he says. So much for nice Harry.

He catches on and apologizes to me while I wipe my eyes off, giving up the makeup routine.

"I'm ready" I tell him and he stands up.

"Are you going to put a shirt on?" I ask him and he nods his head.

"Yea, I have one in my trunk" I remember at the stream how he pulled a t-shirt out of his trunk then too. I was right, he must have an endless supply in there. I don't want to think about the reason behind it.

True to his word, he pulls a plain black t-shirt out of the trunk and pulls it over his head.

"Stop staring and get in the car" he teases me. I stutter a denial and oblige.

"I really like it when you wear white shirts" The words are out before I can process them. He cocks his head sideways and gives me a smug grin.

"Is that so?" He raises his eyebrow. "Well I really like it when you are in those jeans, because they show off your ass wonderfully" he says and my mouth drops. Harry and his dirty words. He takes in my reaction and laughs.

I swat at him playfully but I mentally pat myself on the back for wearing these jean. I want Harry to look at me even though I would never admit it out loud and I am flattered by his strange way of complimenting me.

"So where to?" He asks and I pull out my phone. I read him the list of car lots within a five mile radius and tell him about a few of the reviews on each.

"You plan things way too much, so we aren't going to any of those places" he says.

"Yes, we are. I already have this planned, there is a Prius that I want to see at Bob's Super Cars" I tell him and cringe at the cheesy name.

"A Prius?" He spits.

"Yea? They have the best gas mileage and they are safe and.."

"Boring, I knew somehow you would want a Prius, you just scream 'Man with a planner in his Prius!"' He says as he tries to mock my voice and I laugh with him.

"Tease me all you want but I will be saving hundreds on gas every year" I remind him and he leans over and pokes my cheek.

I look over at him, shocked by him doing such a small yet adorable thing and he looks as surprised as I do from the fact that he did that.

"You're really cute sometimes" he tells me and I look out the window.

"Gee, thanks."

"I mean that in a nice way, like sometimes you do the cutest things" he mutters. The words seem uncomfortable on his tongue and I know he isn't used to saying things like this.

"Okay." I say and look out the window again. Every second I Spend with Harry increases my feelings

We visit a few more lots and they are all equally as trashy. After hours of countless balding men, I decide to halt the search for a car, I will have to go further away from campus for a decent car and I just don't feel like it today. We decide to get some lunch at a drive thru and we eat in the car. Harry surprisingly tells me a story about when Zayn got arrested for puking all over the floor inside Wendy's last year. The day is going better than I could have ever imagined and for once I feel like we could both make it through this semester without killing one another.

On our way back to campus we pass a cute little frozen yogurt bar and I beg Harry to stop. He groans and pretends like he doesn't want to stop but I see the hint of a smile hiding behind his sour features. Harry tells me to sit and he gets our yogurt for us, piling on every candy and cookie imaginable. It looks disgusting but he convinces me it is the only way to get your moneys worth. As gross as it looks, it is delicious. I can't even finish all of mine but Harry happily clears his bowl and the remainder of mine.

"Harry?" A man's voice says. Harry's head snaps up and his eyes narrow. Was that an accent I heard? He is holding a bag and a drink carrier full of yogurt.

"Uhm.. hey" he says and the man smiles. I know immediately that the man is Harry's father. He is tall and lean, like Harry and has the same shaped eyes, only his are a deep brown instead of green. Other than that, they are polar opposites. His father is dressed in gray dress pants, and a sweater vest. His brown hair has some gray scattered through the sides and he looks very professional. Until he smiles that is, his smile is warm, like Harry's when he isn't putting so much effort into being a jerk.

"Hi, I am Louis" I politely say and reach my hand out. Harry glares at me but I ignore him. It's not like he was going to introduce me.

"Hello Louis, I am Ken, Harry's father" He says and shakes my hand.

"Harry, you never told me you had a boyfriend, you two should come over for dinner tonight. Karen will make a nice meal for everyone, she's an excellent cook" I want to tell him I am not Harry's boyfriend but I can't because Harry speaks.

"We can't tonight, I have a party to go to and he doesn't want to come" he snaps. A gasp escapes my lips at the way Harry speaks to his father. His fathers face drops and I feel terrible for him.

"Actually I would love to. I am also friends with Liam" I tell the sad man and his friendly smile reappears.

"You are? Well that is great. Liam is a nice kid. I would be happy to have you over tonight" Ken says and I smile.

"What time should we be there?" I ask and feel Harry's eyes blazing at me.

"We?" His father asks and I nod. "Okay.. let's do seven, I need to give Karen a few hours warning or she will have my head" he laughs and I join him. Harry stares angrily out the glass wall.

"Sounds great! We will see you tonight" I tell him. He says goodbye to Harry, who ignores him completely despite me kicking his foot under the table. After his dad exits the building Harry stands up abruptly and slams the chair back into the table, it topples over and he kicks it before pushing open the door and leaving me alone to deal with everyone’s stares.I clumsily pick up the chair he knocked over and run after him.

I call out his name but he ignores me until he gets halfway to the car. He turns around so quickly that I almost crash into him.

"What the hell Louis! What the fuck was that?" He screams at me. People walking by start to stare but he continues.