Untouchable Face {NEW- Larry Stylinson AU Fan Fiction}

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ZAYN’S P.O.V.

The day after overhearing Harry and his friend, he’s not at school, and now I can’t say anything to him. I wasn’t planning on telling him what I heard, or anything like that. I just wanted to mention Louis somehow and see what his reaction was. I’m not sure what it would accomplish, but I kind of want him to be afraid of me. Maybe it will scare him out of a potential relationship with my best mate.

That’s another thing that I can’t stop thinking about. What if Harry has been exaggerating things? What if he’s just delusional, and Louis doesn’t even like him in the first place. The thought of Louis being into guys doesn’t surprise me all that much, but I can’t see him having a relationship with a high-school student.

And if he really does like Harry, then why wouldn’t he at least tell me that he was interested in a guy? Even if he was dishonest about who it is.

When I think about how much I’ve disclosed from him, though, I can’t really expect much in the way of honesty. Not that he knows anything; God, he’d kill me.

And I can’t bring myself to tell Emma. It would just make things harder for her over a secret that hopefully, for Louis’ sake, doesn’t come out anytime soon.

Either way, though, I want to see Emma. I want to talk to her about us, even though she refuses. I got close, but that’s when Harry barged into my classroom, and I haven’t seen Emma since. She skipped my class, and I can’t even blame her. I’m an asshole.


HARRY’S P.O.V.

My day at Louis’ office is honestly amazing, and not just because of the secretive flirting and secret kisses. I actually really love the work. After a couple hours of slacking, Louis put me at the front desk and I answered calls, filed paperwork, and learned how to work the online system. It’s pretty easy, but I’m already learning a lot. I’ve scheduled court dates, and filled out simple legal sheets.

It may sound stupid, because it obviously wasn’t the reason I went to his office, but I really want to start an official internship.

And I tell Louis this in the car when he’s taking me to Niall’s house.

“Yeah?” He sounds surprised and I’m not sure why.

“Yeah, could I?” My voice is a bit weak, “I hate to impose, so don’t feel like you have to say yes, okay? It would just look good on my Uni applications, and all that. Plus, I wouldn’t mind seeing you a lot.”

“Of course,” Louis quickly responds, reaching over to rest his hand on my knee, squeezing lightly, “ I’d love it. If you get all the paperwork from school, we’ll get right on it.”

I cover his hand with mine, intertwining our fingers, “Thank you, Lou. It’s really a great opportunity for me.”

Louis smiles excitedly, “Yeah, a good opportunity for me, as well.”

“To stare at my arse, perhaps,” I tease, kissing his knuckles tenderly, “But, I’m okay with that.”

Louis laughs and gives me a knowing look, “Well, yes, but you can’t act innocent. I mean, have you seen my bum in slacks?”

“Yes, I have. In fact, that’s what drew me to you,” I chuckle.

“I knew you were only after me for me arse. I knew it,” Louis shakes his head as I direct him to turn down Niall’s road.

“You have a decent face and personality, too. But, yeah, those were just icing on the already delicious cake,” I smirk and feel my heart sink a little when Niall’s house comes into view. I don’t really want to leave Louis’ side. It’s important that I spend time with Niall, though, and Louis has dinner plans with his daughter. I point to the curb a couple houses down and Louis pulls over, turning to face me after he parks.

“Thanks for driving me,” I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Anytime, I like seeing you in my passenger seat,” he brings, his fingertips grazing my bicep.

“Well, text me after you have dinner with Emma; are you still going to tell her?” I ask, referring to a conversation we had earlier during lunch. We both agreed that it was time to be open with those close to us about each other, without disclosing any details. I’m starting with Niall, and he’s starting with Emma.

“Only if you tell Niall,” he whispers, kissing my hair, “He seems like a good friend. You’ll be pleasantly surprised; I’m sure of it.”

“Yep, I’m hoping so. I need to be honest,” I lift my head, turning so our lips are practically touching, “I wish I could tell him everything. I wish I could bring you around and show you off.”

Louis scoffs, “You’re preaching to the choir, love,” he kisses my nose and then my lips, “Someday, though.”

For the hundredth time today, my heart flutters at his vague mentions of a future. I hate to be so invested already, but there’s no turning back for me.

“Yeah,” I kiss his lips again, “Someday soon, I hope.”

Louis hums distantly, “Yeah, but I don’t know how everyone will take it; You know, having an open relationship with my secretary,” he chuckles and I can’t help but to snort, “My very sexy secretary, so they’ll have to understand.”

I smile sentimentally, “They’ll have to.”


....

“So, your parents don’t mind me being here? I would have had you over, but Gemma’s having her boyfriend over, and that seemed like a drag,” I reach over Niall’s lap to grab some crisps from the bowl we’ve been sharing.

“Nah, it’s fine. They won’t be home until later, and you know how me mum loves to cook. She’s thrilled, honestly,” Niall shoves about five crisps in his mouth and un-pauses Fifa. I’m quite literally shit at this game, but it’s his favorite and he never loses with me, so it keeps him happy.

“So,” Niall crunches on his food, and waits until he’s done to continue, his eyes still glued to the telly, “What’s been going on with you?”

I sigh, feeling a chill throughout my body, “Yeah, about that.”

“C’mon, mate,” Niall pauses the game and crosses his legs on the couch facing me, “You said we’d talk about it. Let’s talk about it.”

And that’s pretty much the difference between Niall and Abby; Niall’s very straightforward and gung-ho about it, and Abby is comforting and sneaky about her pressuring.

“Yeah, I’m, uh- I’m just nervous,” I admit, wiping the palms of my hands on my jeans.

“Harry,” Niall’s expression turns soft, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me. I’m your best mate, and nothing’s going to change that!”

“Okay,” I toss my controller to the side and bury my face in my hands, “Just please don’t hate me.”

“God, Haz, you’re absolutely bonkers if you think I could hate you!” Niall rests his hand on my shoulder until I look up at him, “Just let it out. I’m gonna love ya either way, mate.”

I smile at that, gaining a little confidence, “Yeah, uh here goes it, then- I’m gay.”

Niall is silent for a moment, jaw dropped.

“Say something,” I mutter, face heating in embarrassment.

“Oh god, no! Harry, I’m not upset or anything- I’m just shocked! It’s not bad, H. Hey, come here,” Niall pulls me into a hug, patting my back like he always does.

“So, you don’t care?” I ask, voice weak and cracking.

“Fuck no! I don’t have the right to care. Harry, did you honestly think I would care?” He honestly seems offended when I shrug.

“Harry, you are my best friend in the whole damn world. Where you like to stick your dick is in no way going to affect that,” he smacks my arm, and I pretend that it hurts.

“I don’t know; I thought you’d think I was in love with your or some shit like that. People can be jerks,” and he smacks me again.

“If you were in love with me, which I know that you aren’t, then I’d be honored. You’re a catch, H. I’d probably have to break up with Abs, and I don’t know that she’d even care. She loves you too damn much. If anything, I’m glad you’re gay, so I don’t have to worry about that,” we both laugh together, and a huge weight is lifted off of my shoulders.

“God, I’m so glad, Niall. I’ve been freaking out about it, and I was terrified that I’d lose you,” being honest feels good, and I don’t want to stop now. I wish I could tell him all about Louis.

“Never. Don’t you get distant like that ever again, okay?” Niall points at me, and glares as I nod.

“Yeah, I promise. I wasn’t trying to be, though. I was just distracted, I guess,” I look down as my phone lights up. I have a few new messages from Louis. I fight myself to not look at it.

“Who is he?” Niall looks at my phone and then back at me.

“What?” I ask nervously, unsuccessfully slipping my phone into my pocket inconspiculously.

“The guy; obviously there’s someone. Is that who dropped you off? If so, he’s got a sick car,” and this is how Abby and Niall are alike. They have lots of questions.

“Um, yeah- I uh, yeah that was him,” I know my face is turning red, but I can’t help it.

“Well, who is he? When can I meet him?”

“Uh- you can’t... Can I be honest with you?” I fidget a bit until I’m comfortable again. Niall nods slowly, arms folded across his chest. “The guy I’m with- talking to... The guy I’m seeing, he’s older. Like a lot older, and I can’t really introduce him to you, or anyone.”

“Damn, is he in an old folk’s home or something? I don’t understand. No one cares if he’s older,” Niall shrugs, eyebrows furrowed.

“There’s more, but just trust me; when I can introduce him to you, I will. I promise,” I glance up and Niall is rolling his eyes.

“I’ll get it out of you one of these days,” he reaches for his Xbox remote and un-pauses the game before I can get mine.

“Fucking cheater,” I sneer, still feeling nauseatingly cheery.

......


LOUIS’ P.O.V.


It’s midnight before Harry actually calls me. I answer immediately, “Hi, love. Emma’s sleeping on my arm. How are things on your end?”

Harry chuckles giddily, “Wonderful. He took it really, really well, Lou. I’m so glad I told him. What about you? How was Emma?”

I glance over at my daughter, mentally punching myself for chickening out, “Yeah, it was alright. She was surprised, but I think she’ll get used to the idea.”

“Really? That’s great!” Harry’s cheerful tone makes me feel more guilty than I already did.

“Yeah, I think it calls for a celebration,” I change the subject quickly, “Can I take you out on a real date? Tomorrow night?”

I can practically hear Harry’s smile, “Yes, I’d love that. Pick me up at seven?”

I sigh, my heart feeling heavy, “Yeah, seven is perfect, darling. I’ll see you then, yeah?”

“Okay, see you tomorrow, Lou,” every time we are getting off the phone, there’s a tone of awkwardness. We’re not to the point of saying ‘love you’ but I always want to.

“Text me until you fall asleep, yeah?” I ask, hopeful.

“Always do, don’t I?” he responds, and I smile to myself. Emma shifts in her sleep, and my heart races.

“Yeah, have fun with Niall; bye, babe,” and I faintly hear something similar in return as I’m hanging up and Emma is opening her eyes.

“Dad?” she murmurs grumpily.

“Yeah, Em?” I hum casually.

“Were you on the phone?” she’s groggily stretching, confused.

“No, love. You must have heard the telly,” I clear my throat, “It’s still on.”

She groans and rolls over on the couch, “That’s weird. Swore it was you.”

And just like that she’s fast asleep again. I chuckle fondly before scooping her up and carrying her upstairs to her bedroom. Once she’s tucked in, I retreat to my room and get ready for bed. When I go to retrieve my pajamas, though, I think of Harry and remove my clothes instead, slipping into the sheets. I take my phone out and snap a quick naughty picture and smile nervously to myself as I send it to Harry.

TO: H <3
Looks like you’re rubbing off on me.

He texts back less than a minute later with a picture of him pouting.

FROM: H <3

Wish I was rubbing off on you right now.

And that might be the moment I realize how much I care about him. Cheesy as it may be, things like this make me happy. Harry makes me happy.

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