
Breaking All The Rules (Larry Stylinson)
Chapter seventeen
*Harry's POV*
I see a slutty blonde girl standing in the doorway and my heart jumps to my throat. Oh no. This can't be happening. Louis and I were supposed to stay a secret between the two of us. Now she's seen us and I get the feeling she isn't going to stay quiet.
"Brittany," Louis gasps, standing to his feet.
I realize I'm completely exposed and grab Louis' blanket off his bed to cover myself.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" The girl yells, stepping into the room.
"I can explain," Louis begins, although we all know he can't.
"This is what you meant by it's Harry Styles' fault? When you were at my house, you told me it was some guy's fault. Is this him?" She points to me as if I'm an object and can't speak for myself.
"I'm Harry," I tell her, wanting to make sure she knows I can hear her.
"You're gay?!" She screams.
Louis looks extremely pale and confused and scared. I can tell he's struggling to find something to say.
"I, um... I don't..."
"You let me have sex with you earlier and now you're in here with your face by some guy's dick!"
Wait, what? He had sex with her? Earlier? As in... earlier today? Oh god.. please, no..
"Brittany, I told you it wasn't your fault. I thought it would make me feel better but it didn't. I told you that. But now I'm telling you you need to keep this a secret. No one else can find out or they'll kill me."
"You bet your ass they'll kill you!" She remarks.
"I know they will, that's why this has to stay between us," he insists.
I'm stuck frozen on the bed, naked and confused. I still can't wrap my head around the idea of Louis having sex with this girl earlier today and then turning around and getting ready to give me a blow job. What the fuck?
"We'll see," she says and turns on her heel. I watch as she struts down the hallway and out the front door.
Louis is still in the same spot and I'm clutching the blanket so tight that my knuckles are white.
"Harry..." Louis whispers after what feels like years.
"Don't talk to me," I say, finding my voice. I climb out of the bed and dress myself as quickly as I possibly can. "I came here to try and make things right but I guess you've already figured something out to help your emotions."
"Harry, it's not like that," he pleas. "Just hear me out."
"I don't want to hear it, Louis," I say, avoiding eye contact. "I really don't. I don't know what I was thinking to come here today." By now I'm fully dressed and have my shoes almost completely laced up.
"Harry, please-"
"No! Louis, we may be going through a rough patch right now but you crossed the fucking line. Is this really how it's going to be? Every time we get in a fight you go and fuck some girl?" I wait for his response but I don't get one. "That's what I thought."
I push past him and walk out the front door. No matter how much I want to look back, I promise myself I won't. And I keep that promise.
I see a slutty blonde girl standing in the doorway and my heart jumps to my throat. Oh no. This can't be happening. Louis and I were supposed to stay a secret between the two of us. Now she's seen us and I get the feeling she isn't going to stay quiet.
"Brittany," Louis gasps, standing to his feet.
I realize I'm completely exposed and grab Louis' blanket off his bed to cover myself.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" The girl yells, stepping into the room.
"I can explain," Louis begins, although we all know he can't.
"This is what you meant by it's Harry Styles' fault? When you were at my house, you told me it was some guy's fault. Is this him?" She points to me as if I'm an object and can't speak for myself.
"I'm Harry," I tell her, wanting to make sure she knows I can hear her.
"You're gay?!" She screams.
Louis looks extremely pale and confused and scared. I can tell he's struggling to find something to say.
"I, um... I don't..."
"You let me have sex with you earlier and now you're in here with your face by some guy's dick!"
Wait, what? He had sex with her? Earlier? As in... earlier today? Oh god.. please, no..
"Brittany, I told you it wasn't your fault. I thought it would make me feel better but it didn't. I told you that. But now I'm telling you you need to keep this a secret. No one else can find out or they'll kill me."
"You bet your ass they'll kill you!" She remarks.
"I know they will, that's why this has to stay between us," he insists.
I'm stuck frozen on the bed, naked and confused. I still can't wrap my head around the idea of Louis having sex with this girl earlier today and then turning around and getting ready to give me a blow job. What the fuck?
"We'll see," she says and turns on her heel. I watch as she struts down the hallway and out the front door.
Louis is still in the same spot and I'm clutching the blanket so tight that my knuckles are white.
"Harry..." Louis whispers after what feels like years.
"Don't talk to me," I say, finding my voice. I climb out of the bed and dress myself as quickly as I possibly can. "I came here to try and make things right but I guess you've already figured something out to help your emotions."
"Harry, it's not like that," he pleas. "Just hear me out."
"I don't want to hear it, Louis," I say, avoiding eye contact. "I really don't. I don't know what I was thinking to come here today." By now I'm fully dressed and have my shoes almost completely laced up.
"Harry, please-"
"No! Louis, we may be going through a rough patch right now but you crossed the fucking line. Is this really how it's going to be? Every time we get in a fight you go and fuck some girl?" I wait for his response but I don't get one. "That's what I thought."
I push past him and walk out the front door. No matter how much I want to look back, I promise myself I won't. And I keep that promise.
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