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Clarity

41.

And that is what we did. For the next few minutes he held me against his wet skin, while our lips moved together in a sweet kiss. Finally though as all kisses go, we broke apart and then we decided it was time to get it out, because the water had grown cooler.
"I still think your pool scheme was dumb." I state, the both of us drying ourselves off in the bedroom as Harry herded our wet clothes into a pile to wash later.
"I think it was funny, and anyways you pushed me into a pool so I suppose we could call it pay back?" He says, looking back at me with that devious smile of his as he then walked over to the draws where he had unpacked his duffle bag, and pulled out a black tank top with black basketball shorts.
"But you jumped into the pool to.." I pointed out, grabbing my bag off the floor and tossing it on the bed as I unzipped it; to produce a pair of black sweats with a dark blue t-shirt. "True, but- Well.." He then laughed.
"I'm afraid I have no counter argument for that one, that doesn't sound like a bad knock knock joke." He says, running a hand through his wet hair as he let the towel fall from his waist; revealing two skinny perky buns and pulled the tank top on over his torso; while I watched for a moment with admiring eyes then looked away for fear of being caught and teased.
"Most of your lame jokes are laughable." I said, pulling on my boxers and sweats over my shivering thighs. "Is that a compliment or insult?" He asks; now pulling on his boxers and shorts. "A little bit of both." I shrugged, slipping on my t-shirt as I then threw my towel at him and walked out of the room. Harry was cute.
Though to be honest I only laugh at a few of his jokes, because most of them weren't funny. He laughed at all of mine though, which made me feel a little guilty, but it wasn't something I was going to get upset over.
Taking a deep breath, I walked through the connecting room, and stepped out onto the balcony; my face being met by a cool breeze that caused me to shiver slightly. Moving some wet hair off my face I let my mind slip into another scenerio of thoughts.
I had been so close, the words nearly slipped my lips. I almost told Harry about Carson, almost told him about how my friend did something wretched to me, but the moment was so sweet and passionate I couldn't find the heart.
Yet every time the bruise pulsed over my rib cage, or my leg throbbed, I felt a sense of guilt. That moment in the bathtub had changed me in some weird way though, I really was started to see how much Harry loved me, a love I found strange because it had been occured in such a short amount of time.
Then again I couldn't really complain because I loved him to. I loved his eyes, hair, smile, lips, voice, stupid jokes, warm arms, the way he held me, screwed me, kissed me, touched me, and just him in general.
And I knew it was real because after all the things he told me, I didn't run. Instead I held him, assured him, and just tried my best to be there. This was a strange situation, hard to explain, hard to comprehend at times.
Just in the course of the past three months so much has happened, so much has changed. I felt in a way like our story was a Romeo and Juliet reference. I mean, our love had happened so fast, yet I felt as if I didn't put as much into as he did, mostly because I didn't know how.
Relief though filled me at the thought that someday I would learn, but there was still that feeling that stirred in my stomach and caused a chain reaction in my pulse and heart when I thought of him. It was confusing.
I wasn't sure if it was good or bad. It felt like something was trying to burst out! This situation still wasn't one of clarity, yet I was fully alert to complete depth of it. Wasn't I? "You seem lost in thought." Harry's voice then said, making me jump slightly as two large arms slipped around my waist and pulled me against him.
"I am a little." I sigh, peering down at the empty parking lot, then up at the grey and pink sky. "Care to tell?" He asks, but I shake my head wanting to keep my moment of reflection to myself. "No. There's nothing to tell that you don't already know." I say, instantly guilt stirring again, but I pushed it agressively away as I leaned back against him.
"Harry?" I then found my lips forming, him nodding for me to go on. "I am doing this boyfriend thing right, right?" I ask, and he chuckles; those lips pressing to my jawline. "Yes baby, your doing just fine." He assures, rubbing my stomach and sides, a gesture that made me squirm with a goofy grin.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my heart wanting to make him happy and proud. "Yes Louis, I'm sure!" He laughed, then pulled his arms away from me as he moved to my side. "Do you like the balcony?" He asked, resting a hand over mine, and interlocking our fingers.
"Yes! It's nice, but horrid view." I proclaim, glancing to the side at him with a smile. "Ha. Ha. Well you can't expect much from Cheschire, it isn't no London." He comments, giving my hand a light squeeze as I let my eyes drift down to our clasped hands, then move over the rail.
Light bulb.
"True!" I say, my voice playful as I kissed his shoulder. I was starting to get more comfortable with the random acts of affection. "Want to see a trick?" I then asked, a sneaky smile starting to play on my lips as Harry nodded.
"Sure baby." He said, releasing my hand hesitantly. "Watch." I said, then gripped the rail with both my hands as I lifted myself up then began to do a plank. "Louis no!" Harry shouted, grabbing me by that back of my shirt and pulling me down before I could finish my act.
"Hey!" I whined, being placed back on my feet as he gives me a glare. "Don't do that! You could fall and kill yourself!" He shouts, making me jump just a bit as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Show me the trick some other time when we're not on the fourth story." He grumbles, obviously upset by my act, one I was actually aiming to give him a little scare with, but now I felt bad.
"Sorry." I mumbled, looking down as he sighed. "I'm going to go to the gym." He says, taking a deep breath as he then grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me closer to him. "Don't do that again, I refuse to see you get hurt because of your own stupidity." He warns, letting my wrist drop as I nodded, feeling bad now as I upset him.
I then followed him off the balcony and into the bedroom area where he opened his draw and pulled out a green snap back before putting it on his head as I sat down on the bed. "Can I come?" I ask, not really wanting to be alone in the room, and curious to see Harry exercise.
Just the thought of sweat pouring down his skin made my skin crawl with goose bumps.
"Sure, but I'm not sure if you'll find the equipment to your liking." He chuckles, holding out a hand to help me up, one I take eagerly. "Are you saying I'm not aloud to work out?" I scoff, jumping up and stealing his snap back before putting it on my head backwards.
"No, I'm just saying you don't seem like the type to do much more then a run on the treadmill." He teases, taking the hat back and putting it on his head. "Oh yeah, well your dumb." I counter, his words being honestly true.
Even though I was really into football, I hated exercising. Make sense? I know. "Says the student to his History teacher." Harry laughed, draping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm going to be boxing, not doing the other shit. You can watch me screw up the bag if you want?" He suggested, his face showing that he must've assumed I wouldn't be interested in seeing him do so, but I was actually.
Very. "Yes! That sounds cool." I say, grabbing his snap back and placing it back on my head. "It is." He chuckles, making no move to steal it back this time as we walked out of the bedroom, and through the living room (where I grabbed my phone off the end table.) then out the door.
"Are you a professional boxer?" I ask, interested in the discovery of this new hobby.
"Not really, more of a stress reliever, and aids me in strengthening my punches for nessicary fights." He said, fixing the snap back on my head as I smiled sweetly at him, but the memory of him beating up that guy in the bar came to par.
That poor lad took a nasty beating.
"Do you do nessicary fights often?" I asked, wondering if he'd done any recent brawls. "Nope. I use to when I was a kid, but not now." He said softly, the topic obviously being one he didn't want to brush over. "Cool?" I responded, unsure of what else to say as I turned for the elevator, but he grabbed my arm.
"No Lou! The gym is up here!" He whines, tugging me away from the elevator and left into the next hall. "Well excuse me." I huff, squirming out of his grip as I slipped an arm around his waist, liking to put my hands there.
"Your excused." He snickers, a bit cruely as I pinch his side and earn a smack on the bum. "Stop it you." He warns. "You started it." I countered. "And I'll end it." He said snubbly as we stopped at the clear glass door's of a rather nice looking gym.
Smiling at me, he held the door open for me and I stepped inside as I looked around. One wall was lined with treadmills, and basically any leg and stomach exercise machine they could back there.
Then on the other wall about a dozen weight machines were spread about in a neat formation, shelves with bar-bells in the corner. "Where's the punching bag?" I ask, and Harry grabs my head before twisting it to look straight ahead where a mini boxing rink, a punching bag, and a row of gloves rested.
"Fancy." I comment, following him over to that area and he gestured to a convient little plush chair off to the side that was well suited for me to sit in and watch.
"Go on, I'm going to stretch." He says, me nodding as I walked over and sat down in the chair crossed legged as I twisted the snap back to the back of my head, messing up my mountain of hair.
I then watched as Harry chose a pair of boxing gloves off the shelf, and placed them down on the bench beneath them as he walked over to the mat underneath the punching bag, and he began to touch his toes; stretch out his hamp strings; stretch out his calves; and so on.
"Louis!" He then called, destracting me from my trance of watching my boy, and I nodded. "Yes sweetheart?" I asked, the name rolling easily off my tongue, me almost not thinking as I said it. "I need your help." He whines, gesturing for me to come closer.
Nodding, I placed my phone on the armrest before getting up and walking over to him; stopping just half a foot away. "What do you need my help with?" I ask, and he points to the floor. "Lay down." He said, making me tilt my head in confusion.
"What?" I asked, looking down at the floor then him. "Just do it Lou." He complained, and I bit my lip. "But there are people here.." I said, and he gives me an 'are you serious' look as he gestures to the gym.
"It's empty dear, now lay down." He orders softly, as I shrug then lay down on the ground, pulling up my knee's as I looked up at him. "Now what?" I asked, and he smirked as he knelt down next to me, then slid inbetween my legs before pushing himself up on his arms and legs.
"I need you to help me do push ups, a man's gotta have encouragement." He giggles, lowering himself down and pecking my lips as he pushed himself back up and repeated the action. Sneaky, kinky little arse.
"Very sneaky Harry." I laugh, his body just touching mine each time he lowered himself, his lips pressing to mine every so often. "Well your an encouragement." He states, repeating the action consistently.
"For doing push ups above me?" I asked, and he shook his head. "In everything down to breathing." He said softly, doing his Harry styled push up a few more times, my lips throbbing with each peck as he then sighed, and completely lowered himself onto me this time and rest his hand above my head.
"Gosh your a beautiful boy." He sighs, his hair falling in his face as he looked down at me with that soft expression, an expression that made my heart skip a beat. "And your a very handsome Harry." I respond, my voice tripping over my words a bit as he shook his head with a smile, and kissed my forehead.
"Ready to see me box?" He asked, and I nodded as he rolled off me then stood up as he held out a hand for me. "C'mon my love." He said, gripping my hand tightly once I slipped it into his, and he pulled me up to my feet.
"Can I take pictures and videos?" I ask, and he nods as he walked over to the bench and pulls the boxing gloves on over his hands. Biting my lip I then walked back over to the chair and sat down in it, grabbing my phone and opening the camera.
He then walked over to the punching bag, dancing back and forth on his feet a bit before throwing a punch to the bag, my camera catching the picture at the exact moment, almost perfectly.
Action shot for my non-existent blog.
"Looking good Styles!" I hoot, taking another picture as he repeated the action. That was how we were the next ten minutes, him hitting the bag in every way possible as I took pictures and videos by the dozens.
Soon my arm hurt from taking so many, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket as I looked at him with a smile. He looked truly like a work of art with every move he made. If someone ever said he wasn't beautiful, wasn't enchanting, then they were lying. He was a work of art.
I wonder where he got those cheat codes?
Laughing to myself at my own thoughts he then stopped, panting hard as he begin to undo the gloves, and pull them off. "I'm done!" He announces, wiping some sweat off the back of his forehead with his hand.
"That was only like fifteen minutes." I teased, getting up and stretching as he walked over to me. "Well, boxing is exhausting, and I have asthma." He pouts, kissing my head. "When I use to compete in boxing competitions for money though, I could got at it for hours!" He informs, smiling proudly as he swipes the snap back off my head and places it on his.
"C'mon, I'm hungry. Lets go back to the room." He said, pinching my cheek then tapping it as we walked out of the gym. For the walk back to the room we both remained quiet as he caught his breath, and I kept trying to steal back the snap back which only resulted in me getting my hand smacked gently.
By the time we had gotten back to the room my hand was a slight red, and I was frustrated he wouldn't let me wear it anymore, but didn't whine over it. "I'm in the mood for something sugary." I inform, walking into the kitchen with him at my heels as I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soda before pulling myself up onto the counter.
"I'm in the mood for some Louis." He mumbles, smirking to himself as he grabs a can of red bull then pops it open before taking a long drink. That's alot of bull. "You sure drink that fast." I comment, slowly sipping at my own as I leaned back on my elbows, my legs dangling off the counter.
"True." He chuckles, then his face falls slightly as his eyes fall on my ribcage. "Oh my poor Louis." He says, and I peer down to see that my shirt had bunched up and had revealed the fading bruise. Here comes the guilt.
"It's not that bad, they don't hurt anymore, they just look like it." I say quickly, my throat closing up slightly as he nodded slowly. "I'm glad Carson was there to bail you out of that mess." He comments, taking another gulp of his drink as I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Yeah." I squeaked, biting my lip and he smiled half heartedly. "I just wish I could've played hero, but whatever." He says, and I couldn't take it anymore. Why let Harry live a lie? Guilt surpressing him that my friend had saved, and was ready to thank him next time he saw him, even though Carson had planned it.
Hired people to pull it off.
"It wasn't a random occurence, it was planned." I mumble, looking down at my drink as Harry's gaze snapped to me, his eyes widdening slightly as did his grip on the red bull. "What?" He asked, his voice stiff as I shifted, my legs starting to tremble.
"It was planned,"
I then took a deep breath.
"By Carson." I said softly.
"He planned it so he could play hero." I admit quickly.
For a moment Harry looks at me with a hard gaze then squeezes the red bulls hard,his fingers making deep dents in it as he threw it down to the ground hard. "That son of a bitch!" He screams, making me nearly spill my own drink.
He then took a sharp breath as he ran his hands down his face and through his hair. "Stay here." He says, then walking out of the kitchen, but I ignore his request as I slide off the counter then follow him out.
"Where are you going?" I asked, my body still swirling in reaction to his outburst as he slipped on his shoes he had kicked off at the door. "I'm going to Doncaster, I'll be back in a fe hours." He says, his voice low as I feel fear grip my heart.
He was going to beat up Carson! There was no way he wasn't planning on it.
"Harry no!" I shouted, grabbing his shirt as I tugged him back. "Harry no. Please, no. You'll only cause more trouble, Harry please!" I begged, tugging on his shirt, as the though made my blood run cold.
"No one lays a hand on my Louis and gets the hell away with it." He states, gently pushing my hands off, but I grabbed his shirt again. "Harry please, please,please, please!" I begged, regretting telling now.
"Louis-" He starts, but immeditatly my mind thinks of a solution. "Call him! Call him instead, that way there will be no hospital visits." I say, the thought terrifying me of seeing one of them in a body cast. I knew how Carson faught, and I sure as hell knew how Harry fought.
"Louis I-" He starts again, but I cover his mouth.
"Just call him, I have his number!" I pleaded, and he sighed; peeling my hand off.
"Alright, I'll call him."

Notes

Comments

@mandyyloveslouisandharry



@Larreh Stylersun
nvm. i think she's done writting it

XavierDye XavierDye
11/21/14

@XavierDye
I can't find it:(( could you help me please ive been waiting for an update sooo long

@XavierDye
Can you tell me her 2nd profile name in Wattpad please??

Larreh Stylersun Larreh Stylersun
10/27/14

If you want to read another chapter go on wattpad and look it up, she updated. It's just her second account

XavierDye XavierDye
10/25/14

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larrys_berry Larrys_berry
8/13/14