Clarity

Finally as all of our kisses went, we had to recluently pull our swollen lips apart.
"Damn you always look so handsome after I kiss you." Harry breathed, still resting his fingers in my hair, both tangled together.
I smiled at him, wanting to say thank you, but felt like those weren't the right words. Everytime Harry gave me a complement I never knew how to return it, yet he seemed to always know how to return mine.
"I promise I'll get Gemma to lay off while her presence's is in our mist." I sighed, meaning the words with every fiber in me. "Good luck with that." Harry scoffed, a sound of distaste on his lips as he pulled me into a warm embrace, and pressed them against my head.
"I'm willing to test it." I chuckled, allowing my eyes to flutter shut as I inhaled his calming scent of a sweet, unhumanly musk. "As long as your careful." He said, rubbing my back as he tightened his grip, and I nuzzled my face into his chest in the moment my stomach growled.
"I'm hungry." I mumbled, my voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
"Then maybe we should go see what Maddie has for lunch?" He suggested, and I nodded as I pulled back to look up at him. "We should." I said, and he smiled as he kissed my nose.
"C'mon baby, grab the flowers, and come in. Your starting to look a bit blue from the cold anyways." He said, running his finger tips along my cheeks as he pulled back, and I bobbed my head in response as I leaned to the side to grab the flowers before we both rose to our feet.
"Do you have a vase I can put these in?" I asked, and Harry nodded as he held out a hand for me to grab, which I did, and we both weaved our ways out of the canopy of tree's.
"I do expect to see you at school tomorrow Mr. Tomlinson, you've missed alot more then I had originally planned." He warned, waggling his free index finger as he kissed my hand. "Okay, okay, don't worry." I promised, shaking my head at him as we walked past the empty picnic table.
"I think Maddie has sandwhiches prepared or something." Harry muttered, and just in that I moment for whatever reason, I chose to look up at the windows above of us.
"Yeah." I said, my voice drifting off as I squinted, and I noticed Gemma watching us from her window with a sour expression as she held her brush in her hand. "What are you looking at?" Harry asked, looking up as well, but by then Gemma had vanished from sight.
"Nothing, just admiring the window's." I sighed, feeling a little squeamish at the thought that she was watching us.
If all these bad things kept up with Gemma then I was going to become an emotional wreck, a wreck like the train in Super Eight.
At that thought I felt my chest tighten. I really wished Harry had warned me that his sister was a brat before agreeing with my plan to let them both move in. It was a shame though. When I had first met Gemma I really like her.
Not only was she adorable, but she was sweet.
But I guess that's how life is.
The most evil, and bashful of things are disguised as delights or things we wish could be.
It was pityful in a way. If Gemma was nice, I would definately jump up to the plate to be her new best friend, but as far as I could see there was going to be nothing but bad blood between us.
I had considered in my hour of reflection, before Harry showed up of course, considered telling Harry what had happened this morning between me and Gemma, but after he told me he had cut I couldn't bear to dump that bucket of crap over his head.
Also if there was as much truth to the stories of Gemma stealing Harry's boyfriends as him mum said, Harry would definately become uneasy. Now that I really thought about it, he had most definate seemed restless when I was around Gemma for the first visit, he didn't seem relaxed.
Now I sadly knew why. I was serious about trying to fix the Gemma situation though, I just wasn't sure how. I mean, normally I would say please but Gemma seemed like the type of crook who would demand a million dollars in cash!
I guess I would have to brainstorm something when I had some free time.
I did feel bad for her though, I mean, she did suffer to. Maybe not as much as Harry, but pretty close.
"Hi boys!" Maddie chirped when we stepped inside, the kitchen as usual spotless and consumed in mouth watering smells. One's that had tempted me to stay the first time I paid a visit. Was that really two months ago? No, like a month ago.
"Hey Maddie, is lunch ready?" Harry asked, snatching the flowers from my loose grip, and walking over to the cabinents.
"Yes. I made you guys PB and Jelly. It's on the counter with some milk." She informed, pushing some hair out of her face with the back of her hand, as I pulled myself up onto a stool, and Harry pulled out a vase.
"Thanks Maddie, your a sweetheart." I said, blowing her a kiss, and she caught it. "Don't go charming me Louis, because if you misbehave I won't hesitate to whoop you!" She warned, smiling of course, and Harry groaned as he filled the vase with water.
"Maddieeeeee...you know I hate that word!" He whined, and she laughed as I looked between them in confusion. "Which one?" I asked, watching him place the vase on the island, and place the flowers in them.
"Whoop. It makes me cringe." He shuddered, walking over to me, and slipping onto the stool next to me as he grabbed a sandwhich. "Thanks for the info." I said, smirking to myself. I was definately going to use that against him.
"If I hear you say that word even once Louis I will feed you to your worst fear." Harry grumbled, and I laughed. "A bit harsh there babe!" I stated, grabbing a sandwhich as well as Maddie walked out of the kitchen.
"I just hate that word." He huffed, taking a sip of his milk, then wiping off his milk-stache with his hand.
"So. I did take the curtosy of getting all your make up work for you. It's in a giant pile on my desk, in my office." Harry informed, and I nodded as I felt my body fill with dread at the thought of going back to the lonely apartment.
"Can I do some of it here? I might need help." I asked, knowing Harry would most definate jump at the chance for me to stick around longer. "Sure, but I won't give you the answers." He warned, smiling as he took another monster bite out of his sandwhich, and I tore off a bite of mine with my fingers.
"I won't complain. There is such thing as google you know." I chuckled, picking up my milk, and taking a sip before studying it.
Milk tasted good, and it was very white.
"What on earth was the first man to discover milk doing to that cow." I then blurted out, and Harry choked on his sandwhich. "What?" He gasped, grabbing his milk to wash down the sandwhich. "You heard me." I said, tilting my glass back to take a long sip.
"Well..how am I suppose to know?" He asked, and I shrugged. "You are a History teacher." I pointed out, and Harry nodded in agreement. "He probably wanted to blow something." Harry shrugged, and it was my turn to choke as I spit my milk back in the cup.
"Ewww! Cow cum!" I shouted, pushing the cup away as Harry laughed. "It's not like you haven't tasted cum before." He teased, and I threw the remaining crust of my consumed sandwhich at him.
"Not funnyyyy.." I whined, and he threw it back as he downed the rest of his milk, then stood up so he could gather our empty plates.
"Oh it's very funny, but I have to admit your cow question was hysterical." He said, tossing the dishes in the sink, and rinsing out the cups as I stood up and stretched.
"Your a weirdo." I said, and he scoffed as he turned off the water. ''No I'm not!" Harry huffed, turning to look at me and I pursed my lips. "Don't lie to me young man or your going to get a whooping." I warned, and he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
''That's it." He said, but before he could grab me I bolted out of the kitchen, and into the living room with him in persuit. "Get back here you little shrimp!" He shouted, stumbling after me, and I stuck my tongue out at him as I flopped down on the couch, laying on my stomach.
"Leave your baby alone, I want to take a napppp!" I whined, resting my arms beneath my chest, as he sat down on me. "I'm definately not letting you off that easy." He said as I squirmed. "Harry get off!" I begged, relieved my smile was concealed by the fabric of the couch.
"Nope." He said, popping the 'p' as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of my neck. "Stooop." I giggled, squirming twice as much as he nipped at my skin. ''Why should I? I love your neck." He purred, burying his nose in my hair, and I sighed.
"Is that Vampire Harry speaking or Louis' Harry?" I asked, and he tazed my sides hard enough to make me yelp. "Louis' Harry!" He yelled, before jumping off me as I immediately sat up, my sides throbbing.
"I'm going to get you Harry!" I called out, hearing him stomping towards the stairs as I stood up and chased after him. "You'll never catch me!" He called back, already clamoring up the stairs as I came into veiw, and we both laughed as I stumbled after him.
"Oh yes I will! I'm a very fast runner!" I announced, already gaining on him, and he scoffed. "Then how come I caught you?" He asked, stopping near the top steps as I finished my climb.
"Because your hot." I said truthfully, nearing the top step and reaching out for him as he began to jog down the hall.
"You won't catch me Styles!" He shouts, then slows down as I felt my heart skip a beat. He called me Styles, he called me Styles. Harry called me by his last name. Did he realize he did? Or did only I notice?
My first response was to tease him, but I decided to blow it off as I took advantage of him slowing, and pounced on his back.
"Gotcha Tomlinson!" I announced, wrapping my legs around his waist, and arms around his neck as he made playful choking noises. "Help there's a sexy man on me!" Harry screamed spinning around, which made me squeal as I covered his mouth.
"Quiet you." I said, and he licked my hand which made them both retreat in disgust. "Never." He said, then slipped his hands under my thighs as he adjusted his posture to support my weight better. "Am I to heavy?" I asked, letting my arms hang loosly around his neck.
"No, your just right." He said, tilting his head back to look at me, and I smiled as I pecked his lips. "Good." I said, and he sighed. "I'm going to give you a piggy back ride to my office now." He informed, and I nodded as he looked straight foreward and I rested my chin on top of his head.
"Are you sure I'm not to heavy?" I asked, and he nodded. "Your a small lad Louis, your easy to cuddle and carry." He assured, walking down the hall slowly so he wouldn't accidenlty drop me, and I nuzzled my face in his hair.
"Okay." I said, then in that moment wishing Harry was a little smaller so I could cuddle and carry him just as easily, but my lanky boyfriend was just to much for my unexercised body to handle. Which reminded me I had to call my job and let them know I was coming in this week.
I was excited to see the team! It had been almost a week since I had really seen anyone in my other life, I seriously felt like Hannah Montana sometimes, straight by day, gay by night. By gay I mean me not Miley Cyrus, bless her twerking soul.
"Mine." Harry then said, rubbing my legs as I nodded. "All yours." I assured, kissing his head, and he stopped at his office and pulled a hand away from me to slip out a ring of keys. "Good." He said. That seemed to be the normal response.
"Do I have alot of make up work?" I asked. "Not really, just a bunch of short work sheets for my class, and two papers for English. How about I help you with what I have a major in?" He suggested, unlocking the door and opening it before flicking on the lights.
"Sounds fair." I said, suddenly feeling a sudden surge of worry, because I had been hoping to talk to Gemma before I left today, but if what Harry said was true about the pile I wouldn't have time. "It is." He said, walking over to the desk, and letting me down as he pulled out his chair, and sat down.
"Um Harry?" I asked, and he nodded as he pulled me into his lap, then pulled the chair up the desk where the worksheets were laid out. "Yes Louis?" He asked, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand over to the pens.
"Can I pleaseeeee go talk to Gemma really quick?" I pleaded. He then was quiet. Really really quiet. "About getting her to lay off?" He asked, and I nodded as I selected one of the worksheets and wrote my name on the top with a black pen I had selected.
"After you do one worksheet, because I need to take a shower." He sighed, sitting back as he rested his hands on my hips, and I groaned. "Fine." I grumbled. I couldn't really complain though, I mean I did have to do my school work.
We both were then silent.
As I bit my tongue and worked on my sheet, Harry rubbed my hips bones as he hummed unfamiliar songs under his breath, creating a calm enviroment that only had one interuption, the whirring off the fan.
Yet it was bareable.
Finally, eight minutes and twenty seconds later I had finished it.
"Done." I announced, placing the pen down, and Harry sat up straight as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Excellent. Now you can go talk to Gemma, but be careful." He warned, kissing my ear as he pushed the chair back, and nudged me off his lap.
"Is there anything specific you don't want me to say?" I asked, and he shrugged. "I can't think of anything." He sighed, blowing out a long breath as we both stretched our slightly sore muscles.
"I'm going to take a shower." He informed, and I nodded as we both walked out of the office, shutting the door and lights behind us. "Which one is Gemma's room?" I asked, and he pointed to the end of the left end of the hall.
"The very last one." He said, then we both parted ways. Him in persuit of his room, and me in persuit of Gemma's.
The whole walk down the hall my heart pounded in my throat, and I felt sick.
What was I going to say? How was I going to say it? Would a nice please work? I really had no idea what I was going to do. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I wanted to do it. Someone under this roof needed to start sticking up for Harry, and if his family wouldn't do it I would.
So why not start small. "Gemma?" I called out, enclosing my fist and rapping twice on her door before stepping back. For a moment I had been almost postive she wasn't going to open the door, or that she wasn't there, but in my last second of doubt she pulled the door open.
"What Louis." She asked, her eyes falling on me immediately. Gemma had cleaned herself up now, she had on denim skinny jeans, and a baggy t-shirt that flattered her figure and hair color. Yet that nasty expression hadn't faltered in the slightest.
"Can we talk?" I asked, slipping my hands in pockets and rocking on my heels as she bit her lip. "Yes." She said, her voice bored as she leaned against the doorway.
So arrogant.
"For starters, I'd like to appoligize for earlier." I said, deciding to start off nice in hopes of buttering her up, even though she should've been the one appoligizing because I had done nothing wrong. Trust me, that took alot of rejection to my pride to choke those words out.
"You should." She huffed. Could someone just smack her already? Instead of doing that though, I blew off her statement. "And I would like to ask a favor." I said, pressing my lips harshly together.
Please let this go well, please.
"What would that be Tomlinson?" She asked, curiousty slipping onto her features as she examined her nails. "Please lay off Harry." I pleaded softly, feeling timid in my request. Gemma then scoffed as she stood up straight and shook her head sharply.
"Why should I? He deserves to go to hell!" She spat, her voice raising slightly. Sensitive much? At that I had to take a deep breath to contain any witty comments. I wanted to defend Harry's dignity so bad, but in order for this to work I had to keep my peace.
That was a trick with girls I learned from Shailene.
"Please?" I asked again, projecting my voice a little more as she shook her head again, stepping back inside her room.
"I'd never do anything for that arse, it's his fault I had a bad childhood." She said, then began to shut the door, but I darted forward and blocked it with my foot, a desparate move on my part.
"Gemma please, I'll do anything!" I exclaimed, pressing my hand to the door to prevent any further attempts to close the barrier. I wasn't letting her leave until she promised. "Never." She bluntly said, giving me an annoyed face, making frustration welt up inside of me.
"Please. I swear. Anything! I'll sell drugs for you for all I care! Just anything to make it easier for you in the slightest." I begged, finding the thought of her hurting Harry again unbearable. Every word in my plea was true.
I would definately do something illegal to protect Harry's mental health, and preserve his happiness.
"You'd even screw me?" She asked, a devious fire lighting up in her eyes. "Is that what it has to be?" I asked, feeling my stomach curl back in disgust. "Dump Harold and be with me." She demanded, and I shook my head rapidly.
"Gemma I can't!" I exclaimed, mortified at the thought. "Then I guess no deal." She said non-chalant, biting her lip as she pulled the door all the way open.
"How about we make a different agreement that falls under the same standards with out me leaving Harry?" I then blurted, becoming more desparate by the moment. She then smiled, the smile not right enough to be a smirk, but right enough to know it meant something bad.
"You'll have to get back to me on that, I'm meeting my boyfriend." She said, then pushing past me. "Boyfriend?" I asked, surprised. "Yup." She confirmed, then grabbed my arm with one of her evil clutches and whispered in my ear.
"I think you know what I'm hoping that deal to be Mr. Tomlinson." She then pulled away, giggling as she waved.
"Later looser." She said before disappearing down the hall, and I felt tears prickle the back of my eyes.
I now I had to ask myself one question, was preventing Gemma from hurting Harry emotionally worth the deal we both knew she wanted to make?

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