The Project | Larry Stylinson

Chapter 12

'Fuck fuck fuck what do I do, what do I do?' Louis mumbled, stressing. He looked up and locked eyes with the answer. Harry. Was this a stupid and reckless answer? Yep. Was it going to work? Well he sure fucking hoped so.

So he did it. He whispered, 'Sorry Harry,' then gently but firmly, placed his hand on the other boys cheek and pulled him forwards, and connected their lips.

Harry froze. He didn't kiss back, but he didn't pull away. Part of Louis was disappointed at his reaction, but it didn't matter as this wasn't meant to be a proper kiss. Just a distraction. 

'Hey Louis!' He heard Eleanor's annoying high-pitched voice squeal. Harry pulled away, and looked across the room before his eyes locked on Eleanor's. then back to Louis, who were filled with desperation and stress. 

'Please Harry,' Louis whispered, glancing between the two. It seemed at that moment that Harry understood. He nodded his head and reconnected their lips, forming a soft and passionate kiss. 

'Louis~' Eleanor yelled again, this time in annoyance. She stopped walking and then Louis heard her whisper, 'a fucking fag, of course,' and stormed off. 

Louis flinched at the word, starting to truly realise what he was.

Harry's lips drew him back to real life, and the kiss that was still happening. 

Everything inside of Louis was telling him not to stop, he didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to.

Louis slowly pulled away from Harry and looked around, to make sure Eleanor was gone. He also noticed, that no one was looking at them. Except for Ed, who was holding back a smile. Why was Ed here? He hated parties...then again Harry was here too and he also hated parties.

Louis thought it best not to let his face say anything more to Ed, considering what he didn't know, so he looked away, and found himself staring back at Harry.

Louis noticed Harry's cheeks were tinted pink, and he could feel his burning even more. Harry still looked mildly confused.

'Sorry uhm, it was Eleanor, she was walking towards us, and-' 

A girl's scream cut him off.

Everyone stopped and looked around, to see the thing he would've least expected.

Someone had chucked a metal spoon at Liam. And he looked like he had nearly shat himself. 

Louis laughed it off and then turned back to finish explaining to Harry, but he was gone. Louis had lost him in the crowd. 

Fuck.

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Louis spent over half an hour looking for Harry, but he was nowhere to be seen. He asked Niall, Ed and Liam, but no one knew where he went.

Louis started to panic and locked himself in the bathroom so he could think clearly. He pulled out his phone to text Harry, but it was dead.

He then heard what sounded like someone yell, a drink being emptied onto the floor and a bunch of people gasping.

This party was going so horribly wrong.

Louis fumbled with the lock on the door and ran back out to the source of the noise, to see a group of people crowded around someone. And that someone was soaked in water, and surrounded by what looked to be ice cubes. And that someone, he realised, was Harry.

'Oh fuck no, not today.' Louis was furious. He pushed his way through the crowd, and people turned to complain back but when they saw the expression on his face, they turned and moved back.

'What the fuck is going on here?' he asked sharply, holding back the urge to punch someone until he knew who it was he was punching.

'We were showing this fag what he deserves for being gay!' The tallest one laughed.

'Get the fuck out of my house.'

'What, why? All we did was teach him a lesson! Maybe next time he'll learn not to be so gay! Besides-' 

And they never found out how that sentence was supposed to end, as he was cut off by a strong fist to the jaw. 

Then another.

And another.

'One more for good luck,' he said as he hit the guy with a solid blow to the cheek. Louis hated violence. He hated hurting people. But this person deserved it. And he wanted to make sure it never happened again.

'Now, I'll say this again, get out of my house.' Louis watched as the guy stumbled out of the house, closely followed by all his friends.

After making sure they were all gone, he remembered Harry.

Fuck where was he?

Louis turned and did a 360, no sign of Harry

He ran through all the rooms and asked everyone, no sign of Harry

He checked all the bathrooms and bedrooms and still, no sign of Harry.

Little did he know that at this time, Harry was sitting at home, sitting on his bedroom floor, eyes streaming with tears as he questioned why bad things always happened to him.

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A/N had to refrain from adding Hamilton lyrics throughout this chapter.
Harry Styles is bald? That's new but good for him :D
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