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Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 19


Surely, that means something is wrong. I pace the floor, wondering if there is any other way I can contact him, but there isn’t; that’s what makes his set up so foolproof. I toss my phone on the ground and sit on my bed in anguish, wiping some of the sweat off of my face. I feel uncomfortable; out of my element. I find my phone and shakily call Ed.


“Ed. A-are you busy?”

“Not really, no. Wanna go out?”

“No,” I scoffed, thinking of how horrible it would feel to leave my flat, “can you come here though?
It’s sort of an emergency.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll head over soon.”

I hang up the phone and curl into a ball, clutching my knees tightly to my chest.


I wake up feeling at least a little better than I had this morning. I sit up in the empty room and rub my eyes. I hear the TV on in the living room, so I know Eleanor is still here. I’m really thankful that she came; I don’t care to think how I would have reacted had she left me on my own. I sit up in bed and scoot my back to the headboard. I think about Harry immediately; by now, he probably feels like shit. From what Kevin said, he’s been using Cocaine almost the whole time I was in France. Not occasionally, either. On a regular basis. No matter how upset I am, I really wish I could hold him in my arms while his body goes through such an awful process. Withdrawals can feel like death, and I’ve only experienced it on a minimal scale with alcohol. To think that he is shaking in pain and discomfort causes my eyes to water. Despite anything he can possibly do to me; I only love him. I don’t want to; I want to say that he deserves what he’s going through and even if that’s true, I would prefer to experience it myself instead of him having to deal with it. Perhaps that’s my problem; I love him too much.

Either way, he won’t be getting any more drugs. Everyone in our circle knows who Kevin is, and I had his number from buying pot about a year back. This morning I called him, and after a little bargaining, I ended up paying him half a million dollars to skip town. He deactivated his phone and is hopefully half-way to god-knows-where. He knows the consequences of coming back, so I shouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. However, I’m not an idiot. I know there are other dealers in London; I just hope Harry doesn’t get to that point. I get up and walk out of the room, instantly greeted by Eleanor’s warm smile.

“Hello, sleepy-head. How do you feel?”

“A little better. El, thanks so much for staying.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

I hate to ask her for something after all that she’s done for us, but I feel that I have no choice.

“Could you, maybe, stop by and check on Harry?”

“Lou! He’s going to be okay. I know you’re worried about him, but seriously, you’ve done
everything you can to protect him.”

“I… I just want to know how he’s doing. I can’t go over there myself! He’ll think I’ve forgiven him.”

“I’m afraid you really have.”

She’s probably right. I don’t want to, but I can’t even be angry with him now that I’m worried. I want to be. I want to yell at him some more, but what the hell would that accomplish? No matter how I feel, I can’t go over there. He needs to figure things out if we ever have a chance at being happy again. My heart aches when I think back to being happy.


I walk over with the paint roller and press it against the wall, spreading the red paint across the walls. Harry is on a ladder, cutting in the top, where the wall meets the ceiling.

“You know, we really should have gotten Zayn to do this part, Lou. I’m shit with a paintbrush.”

“You’re doing fine, love. Where would the fun be in having Zayn help? It’s our little project!”

He steps down from the ladder to get more paint, sitting on the floor to take a break and observe what we have accomplished. It’s almost complete; we’re on the last wall. I walk over and sit next to him, putting the paint roller in the pan.

“Thanks for helping, Harry.”

“I feel like it’s practically my place too, seeing as I’m always over here.”

He rolls his eyes and acts like he doesn’t want to be. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek, making him blush.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He looks over and grins, “Me either.”

I lay back and stare at the ceiling, but he soon joins me, playfully nibbling on my ear.

“Harry, we’ll never get done if you…”

My voice trails off as his hand reaches down and strokes me lightly down there. I breathe deeply and lean into him, kissing him gently at first. Our bodies begin to move together and the kiss becomes more desperate and full of desire. I can feel him smile against me and I start to tug on his shirt. He lifts up his arms and I pull it over his head, tossing it aside, hoping it doesn’t land in paint, except that the entire sheet placed on the floor is covered in paint. Harry doesn’t seem to care, pressing his toned chest against me and grinding his hips to meet mine. He pulls away and walks into my room. While he’s gone, i pull my shirt off, collapsing back on the floor. He returns with a small bottle of lube and hovers over me once again, kissing me deeply. The feeling of his warm chest against mine sends shivers through my body and I claw at his back, pulling him closer to me. I start to roll us over but he holds me in place, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach, stopping at my pants. He holds my stare as he unbuttons them at a painstakingly slow pace, finally ripping them off and leaving them by my feet. He flips me around so that I’m laying on my stomach, panting for breath, completely aroused. I hear him take the bottle in his hand and pour out some of it’s contents. I wait impatiently for him to touch me again and I’m not disappointed when he does. His fingers hook onto the band of my boxers, yanking them harshly down to my knees, leaving them there. He pushes himself against my body and I claw at the sheet underneath me as he holds onto my shoulders and slowly fills me completely. My mouth opens and small whimpers escape and he kisses the back of my neck in comfort. I calm my body as he starts to thrust in and out, slowly at first but falling into a comfortable rhythm soon after. His lips find my ear and he hisses sensually into it.

“I love you so much.”

I try to return the sentiment, but all that falls from my lips are moans and screams of delight. He holds onto my hair and buries his face in my neck, eventually turning my face so that he can find my lips with his. I feel his pace quicken as he tugs on my hair and eventually he becomes sloppy, slowing down. When he is finished he pulls out and flips me around before I can realize what is going on. He pulls my legs apart and buries his face between them, looking up at me as he takes me into his mouth. I moan loudly, unable to contain the ecstasy I’m feeling. My hips buck up, completely filling his mouth and he swirls his tongue around over me. Within a couple minutes, I find my release as I hold onto a patch of his hair tightly. My eyesight is blurred and I feel dizzy as Harry lays next to me, pulling my body to him. He rests his forehead against mine and then kisses the tip of my nose lovingly.

“I love you, Harry.”

Present Day:

Tears fill my eyes as I think about how things were and I fear that they will never be the same. We
were so happy and carefree, but time and stress has ruined us slowly, making our relationship out to be something painful. We’ve become bad for each other; my being gone sending Harry into a frenzy and his doing so plummeting me into depression. My love for him is ruining every other aspect of my life. I haven’t had the chance to even tell my mum I’m back from France, much less plan to see her. Harry has become my whole life; my everything. How could he do such awful things to me?



What do you think Harry will do now? Will he just deal with the discomfort and let his body detox or will he cave and find more coke? Will Louis convince Eleanor to check on him? Will he eventually give in and go check on him himself? How'd you like the flashback? ;)

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Love this

Boomelouu Boomelouu

Omg I've been reading ur story for 2 days now trying to get thorough it and it's amazing i love Larry more now then ever before and that was a lot before

#96903 #96903

Omg its 5 a.m. where I live. I've been reading your story all new night. Its AMAZING! You are a brilliant writer. I've fallen in love with Larry... More than I already was lol I hate to stop reading but I should probably get to sleep. I can't wait to finish this story tomorrow and start the other one.

JessStylinson95 JessStylinson95

this should be made into a book !!!

this is the best chapter ever

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