LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

LOUIS’ P.O.V

I was lying on the comfy bed after such a tiring day at the bakery. My shoes were lying beside the door upside down. I didn't even care right now. My mom always tells me u shud never be alone at urself. It’ll always make u think weird stuff, haunt you every nite or maybe even days. U should always have a company to talk. Even the silliest things or how much important they’re, anything. And never make somebody feel alone if you know u can be the one to reach to them. Being a human you can do your part, helping someone or sharing moments is the best a human could do to a human.

So as harry had told me he was alone here for u know maybe a year and a half, so being with my mommy’s words I got up to freshen myself. As I took of my clothes a threw them at the bed. I did my activities and came back to wear my same clothes which were smelling real bad coz right now I did have anything else to wear.

I exit my room to the hallway as I went and sat on the couch to be greeted by already busy harry. He was watching a football match. Yeah that made me excited.

“that was such a nice goal they missed. Its done they’re gonna lose” my mouth escapes these words. After this I hear harry burst into laughter, continous hard laughter. I was sitting there staring at those dimples in a bit confused manner as to wat was funny.

“you are ..su..ch a kid.. Louis” harry says in between his laughs. He held his stomach so much tight and was shifting places on the couch to be able to sit up straight enough but that barely helped. Thankgod it did not fall down. I chuckled a bit seeing him such a condition

“but I’m 22” I say smiling.

“but you don’t behave that way, omg 22?” he says a bit surprised. Still laughing but in a human way. His cheeks were now hurting as he held them.

“I know I look a way too younger coz of my height” I say shyly.

“heights not the matter. The way you talk makes you a 7 year old.” He says now slouching on the couch.
“well I’m the eldest in my family..excluding my mom and dad”
He smiles and says.
“ Yeah me too” he reply’s. I did not know what to say next as his glaze turned towards the t.v and I could se his expression falling. But after a while he continues. “he seem to love this really much?” he asks.
“what, football, yeah really I just love it. Its just one of my dreams to become a DAVID BECKHAM. That would be so cool” I answer him all at once.

“really?? That is something really nice. Kind of working towards it?

“not really. I don’t have so much too pool in” I say as my voice became a bit lighter.

He shrugs and sits back quiet.

“don’t YOU like this sport?”I ask him trying to build a conversation.

“TENNIS. I play tennis. Football is not really my type. There is so much of running and all. You need to be extra active and able to be kick so hard. That’s not really my game. Tennis is much better. I’m kind of a lazy one.”He says smiling in between sometimes as his eyes were now talking rather than his lips.




HARRY’S P.O.V.
After maybe sitting there with that ‘kid’ in a bit awkward and not so awkward silence for half an hour maybe I hear a loud yawn from him. He looked too tired to be even to slouch on the couch. He was literally lying as his legs rested on the table in front.

“go get some sleep Louis. U seem so tired.” I tell him.

“yeah pretty much” he says as he yawns again and gets up on his trembling feet and walked toward his room stumbling.


“care full” I mouthed as I too got up and switched off the television to
sleep myself.

“and btw tomorrow is Sunday. Finally. Yesss” I say hissing a bit longer on that ‘s’.

“thankgod” Louis says as he entered his room.
I walk to my room and jump onto the bed. But I really did not feel sleepy right now btw it was 11:30. But I lay down my eyes open starin at the ceiling. I turned and twisted but nothing made sllep come to me. My head was blank right now like most of the days. I pick up my phone from the night stand and slide it open. Played some stupid crossword game that actually made me sleepy. Maybe within the next few minutes I was snoring.

LOUIS’ P.O.V
I was pushed onto the ground as I was being kicked and laughed at being gay. Wat was so funny about it I dint seem to understand from the past 6 years. I was kinda used to being beaten up and bullied. But being laughed at my sexuality was something that would cross my head.

“please stopppp it”’ I yell at the 5 guys surrounding me at the park.in an isolated place. Those bruises and marks on my body were just a normal feeling now. but today something inside me had lit up to fight back which I had been promising myself from the first time I was questioned.

“ahh.. please stoopp it. U’ll never see me again I promise” I cried in front of them pleading them to stop. But they just laughed.

“ahhh..ouch pl..ee..a..see..” I cried again and again and again but they just hit me and hit me.

“how many times have we heard this guys? “ a demon shouted and asked the other demons spitting on my face.

“not less than a 1000 times” the second one replies hitting me on the knee with the hockey stick and blood immediately started coming out from the deep cut.

“lets remind him that many times” the third one says and starts kicking me in the stomach.

“a..rgg..hhh” I groan loudly screaming. I couldn’t bare another hit and strangled into a ball unconscious after shouting loudly and screamed

“PLEASEEE STAPPPP ITT” as the toned faded away in the end as I lay there unconscious.

“I think he’s done” I hear a guy saying and then heard them running away as my eyes shot open all at once to just see the dark. I was sweating really bad under the covers even after wearing just my boxers. My mouth escaped a sigh as I realised it was just a dream but a real dream. Something which had already happened. And the reason


I ran and reached where I was sitting. I started to cry as I could feel my
bruises getting soar again. It hurts. Every part ached right now . Tears didn’t seem to stop and I actually did not want them to.
This was the first time I was crying freely for no one there to stop me. I would usually control myself in front of my mum trying to act strong enough.

But I knew I wasn’t. I sat there crying and howling. And took deep breaths as my breath would hitch after every two seconds I dug my head in my hands trying not make much sound that would escape this room.

Every tear would get replaced by a new one every second. I was still sweating badly as my body heated up. I never knew how to comfort myself. My was best at it. I missed her soo much my little sisters would always made me laugh at such moments. The sense of missing them so much right now made those tears run down faster. There was no reason for me to stop crying. My head shot up as I heard the door of my room bang open with a thud. “LOUIS?”

Notes

crying was something i too did while writing this. well thanx for all your comments. a new amazing chapter. hope you like it. please tell me.
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