If you only knew....(Larry Stylinson)
Liam
*Louis POV*
I slowly get up from the couch and stumble to the bathroom. I need aspirin. After I take the pills, I see a huge bruise on my cheek and I have a black eye. I poke at it and wince from the pain. I then walk into my room and change. I glance at the clock its 7 in the morning. Great. I just don't understand why Harry would punch me. I didn't really do anything. It was all Liam's fault. Fuck Liam. And how did I get home? I need to move out of this house. My stomach growls and I realize that I haven't eaten in a long time. I go into the kitchen to grab some food. I settle on making pancakes for Liam and I. I plan to interrogate him about yesterday and then break the news that I want to move out. About 10 minutes later, Liam lazily walks into the kitchen.
"Chocolate chip?" he asks me
"Mhm"
"Damn, you're the best."
He's obviously too tired to recall the events of yesterday. I pass him his plate and a cup of coffee. As we sit there eating in silence I can tell that he just fully realized everything. He looks as though he's debating whether or not to bring it up. I look up suddenly and say
"So Liam, how did I get home yesterday?"
He chokes a little on his coffee and clears his throat.
"You don't remember?"
"Nope, all I remember his Harry punching me then I wake up on our couch in our living room."
"Well you sent me a text saying you needed help and that you were across the street from Starbucks. Then when I get there you were passed out on the ground.....Wait, did you just say Harry punched you?"
"Uh..yeah I did.. after you kissed me," I paused to give him a dirty look, " we decided to go for a walk and he was being all nice and understanding and then all of a sudden something happened and he yelled at me" At that point I was on the brink of tears. " then it was like he didn't even recognize me and he was all like 'Who the hell are you?' and he punched me."
I started sobbing. Liam got up and tried to comfort me but I pushed him away.
"Its all your fault."
"I'm really sorry Louis, I don't even know what came over me. I mean I'm pretty damn positive that I'm straight. I guess I was just jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Losing my best friend."
"Its not okay Liam, Harry and I's relationship is really fucked up now just because you got 'jealous'."
"Look I apologized what more do you want?"
"I want to move out and I want Harry back."
I got up and left the room. All of a sudden a hear Liam yell "Fuck this." and I hear a smashing sound. I go into my room and lock the door. I pick up my laptop, now will be a good time as any to find a new flat and flat mate. I hear a buzzing and I look over to see my phone lit up with Harry's face. I grab it and open it to a message that says 'We need to talk.' Finally.
I slowly get up from the couch and stumble to the bathroom. I need aspirin. After I take the pills, I see a huge bruise on my cheek and I have a black eye. I poke at it and wince from the pain. I then walk into my room and change. I glance at the clock its 7 in the morning. Great. I just don't understand why Harry would punch me. I didn't really do anything. It was all Liam's fault. Fuck Liam. And how did I get home? I need to move out of this house. My stomach growls and I realize that I haven't eaten in a long time. I go into the kitchen to grab some food. I settle on making pancakes for Liam and I. I plan to interrogate him about yesterday and then break the news that I want to move out. About 10 minutes later, Liam lazily walks into the kitchen.
"Chocolate chip?" he asks me
"Mhm"
"Damn, you're the best."
He's obviously too tired to recall the events of yesterday. I pass him his plate and a cup of coffee. As we sit there eating in silence I can tell that he just fully realized everything. He looks as though he's debating whether or not to bring it up. I look up suddenly and say
"So Liam, how did I get home yesterday?"
He chokes a little on his coffee and clears his throat.
"You don't remember?"
"Nope, all I remember his Harry punching me then I wake up on our couch in our living room."
"Well you sent me a text saying you needed help and that you were across the street from Starbucks. Then when I get there you were passed out on the ground.....Wait, did you just say Harry punched you?"
"Uh..yeah I did.. after you kissed me," I paused to give him a dirty look, " we decided to go for a walk and he was being all nice and understanding and then all of a sudden something happened and he yelled at me" At that point I was on the brink of tears. " then it was like he didn't even recognize me and he was all like 'Who the hell are you?' and he punched me."
I started sobbing. Liam got up and tried to comfort me but I pushed him away.
"Its all your fault."
"I'm really sorry Louis, I don't even know what came over me. I mean I'm pretty damn positive that I'm straight. I guess I was just jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Losing my best friend."
"Its not okay Liam, Harry and I's relationship is really fucked up now just because you got 'jealous'."
"Look I apologized what more do you want?"
"I want to move out and I want Harry back."
I got up and left the room. All of a sudden a hear Liam yell "Fuck this." and I hear a smashing sound. I go into my room and lock the door. I pick up my laptop, now will be a good time as any to find a new flat and flat mate. I hear a buzzing and I look over to see my phone lit up with Harry's face. I grab it and open it to a message that says 'We need to talk.' Finally.
Update
1/17/14