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LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

chapter 67

Harry's POV

Louis walks into the clinic looking a bit frazzled.


“harry decided you guys should be on juice cleanse" what? I did?


“you did?!” he turns to me before seating himself.


" ..Yes?” I don’t know. I look at Dr. John and he smiles knowingly at me. He understands everything. "yes, yes I did” I admit.


“who else could it be?” he huffs. “you know what doctor? Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a weird guy, I don’t know some creepy guy who decided to go against all the chicken available in the world and live on --on some weird plants and herbs which don’t do anything more than make you feel itchy all over” he sighs at the end looking at me like he’ll eat me up raw.



“that’s a thought you’ve given. But he just wants to live healthy. Don’t you think?” the doctor looks at him supporting me.


“nope. that’s just depriving yourself of the worlds most basic pleasures. But who knows maybe he has some other poisonous ways of pleasures?! But who knows, right?” I know what he did there. I see.


I clear my throat straightening my back on the chair. But he looks straight at the doctor who is staring at me.


“Louis. I understand what you are trying to say there. He asked me for medication and I have provided him with it. It's fine“ he kind of points at the prescription.


“really he did?!” I don’t know he still sounds mad at me and I'm not daring to speak a single word right now. who knows how bad this ends.

"You have any problems with the medication? Any reaction or side effects or anything?" The doctor asks Louis writing down something on the prescription.

Louis nods a no.

“so..i guess that is it for today for you both” the doctor smiles and hands me the prescription.
We both walk out of the clinic. I don’t know what will happen now.


“I've never visited the hospital so frequently in my life” Louis grumbles folding his arms at his chest frowning. He is a bit normal right now, I guess.


“ –uh you haven't?” what am I even asking him.


“are you crazy?” his head snaps at me me. “is this a museum where you supposed to visit, huh?” his head shakes at me as if mocking, continued with a laugh.


“no. I me-an uh.. I've spent more than half of my life at hospitals, How many times have you then?” I ask him. Yes literally I have. Since I've been born i'm literally alive on pills.


“after you” I tell Louis as we exit the hospital doors the snow storm having its effect and its snowing so bad it feels so dark at fucking 4.


“just when my mom was in labour and sometimes just for flu” he looked at me a bit surprised. I don’t know he's surprised. His demeanour has changed since the last sentence I've spoken. Was that really surprising?


“oh. I've spent my life laying in bed those machines helping me stay alive” I confess. Its true. I'm just alive because doctor existed.


We both climb the car and I start the ignition.


“you really aren’t saying that you’ve spent too much time in the hospital?”

“yes I have been. Since 7 I've been alive on pump. That major breath stroke” I shake my head swirling the car onto the road and he's sitting straight on the seat looking at me as he puts on the seat belt.


“what about that ? tell me" he props up, his ears kind of grew wide like and elephants.


“you’re eager?” I ask him. I can't let that question pass away from my head like that. Because the look he’ll give me as I ask him that. I swear to god its breath taking. Like the best look you can ever got to mock someone.


“yes. I am” he slouches eyeing me side ways as turned to look outside.


“why?” literally why would he want to know. Nobody’s ever been so eager like that. Not even Nick for that matter. But yeah it happened in front of him so why would he be eager.


"What would you really wanna know?” I ask him intentionally. Its so cute to look at him so eager to hear my 'choking half dead by 7 years' story.


“your breath stoke”


“yeah when my breath choked me to my lungs and I almost drowned” I nod.



“yes whatever that was continue."


“don’t tell me you're being interested in my story” I concentrate on the road because I don’t want us full dead when I'm narrating my half dead story.


“yes I am. So deeply interested” that’s the most decent sentence I've heard from him ever. He turns all sugar over spice when he wants something to be done. Well that’s what makes someone hot? Isn’t it.


“ok..so…”


“mhhm yes..”


“don’t interrupt me till I complete”


“ok, sir” he laughs. Thank god he's smiled at last and I've been able to slide away the frown from his forehead which seemed to be stuck there since the moment I saw him in the balcony in the morning. And that laugh, tell me I'm not listening to a song.


“well. When I was in 7 th grade we had summer camp. I had no mood to go for that but then my mom and dad had to be busy with business and that year my sister was joining sophomore so I would end up with the nanny and the caretakers so I agreed with it.
In my opinion I would’ve stayed home and learned to record some music but I was learning to swim" He hums nodding.


“we were going to do the basic drill. Breathing under water” a laugh leaves my lips remembering I was so shy to end up in those sponge bob swimwear and where nick decided to wear shrek. I don’t fucking wanna remember Nick and all I'm doing is…shit.


“continue day dreamer” he taps on the dashboard


“ok.. yeah. We all jumped in the kids pool, it was just 3 feet or something. We had to pinch our noses close and sit down crossed leg. But I was always light weighed” I clearly remember everybody saying how I had long legs but no weight in them.


“doesn’t seem so..i know it. You aren’t light weight” he chuckles remembering something. “continue”


“so I couldn't really sit down, but I would kind of float up and all other kids sat like they were going to get some treat after that. I panicked at that thought and started flapping my nose blowing out, inside the water and I opened my mouth to scream cos now i was sinking and my body started to go and I don’t know where. I couldn’t see anything. I was panicking so bad. I was flapping like a chicken and trying to reach the ground to jump up like a jelly fish but it seemed like I as in 6 feet deep water but I was really in just 3 feet. My lungs choked. My body was heavy. Water entered my nose and it was difficult breathing. But after a second I blacked out. Completely floating. Couldn’t even hear other kids screaming for me” I finish, waiting for his reaction now.


“so all you were inside that water was chicken shit crazy and a failed jelly fish who actually forgot how to breath?”he looks at me smirking and I have to look at him because I can't miss that smirk even though he's punched me in a nice way.


“and after that I was called giraffe-jelly-legs. In short a Jiraffe with a j” I tell him. I was so fucked up as a kid. Not that I realized now. “god” I feel so ill after just confessing my whole childhood.


“what's a giraffe to do with you?” he asks me confused though I know he's internally laughing at me for being called that and guess what he knows.


“you know it” I tell him turning the car into the building’s driveway. I didn’t even realize we reached home so early.


“for your height I guess” he shrugs smug look all over his face.


“correct. An j for the jelly fish” if that wasn't clear.


“well that was great hard work on the other kids side” What?


“what? Why? and nothing on my side for being bullied?” I whine climbing out the car walking to the lift following him.


“not really" He shrugs smiling as we wait for the elevator to beep.


”it must've took them a while to find you that name- “giraffe with a j”” he laughs.

“I mean who thinks of that?” he continues still laughing. His hand on his stomach. I still feel like I'm listening to the melodious song again. His laughter. I am not really mad but I’ll anyway act like it.


“shut up now or I’ll make you” I say clearly benefitting the fact that we’re entering the elevator alone.*wink wink*


"I'm not your Anastasia steele that I’ll go all submissive for you. Get that clear" the door on the elevator shuts and I think for a second over the thing he said.


“I know and I would never treat you like that. You should be clear about that” I step sideways to press him against the elevator wall. He looks at me clearly knowing. And he steps back turning on his back against the wall.


“and I’ll never let anybody treat me like that” he says looking in my eyes. I breath deeply. That’s right you should fight for yourself always. I wish I could be like him.


“and you wold always slap that man right in the face If he goes all Christian Vance on you?” he nods lightly his eyes traveling down to my lips and his eyelashes flutter for a second meeting my eyes again.


He licks his lips biting the lower one and I step a little closer pinning him lightly from my hips and his hands immediately hold my collar for support or maybe pulling me closer.


“but would you also slap me if did that?” our lips inches apart and I'm breathing the same air he is breathing in.


“you wouldn’t ever do that would you?” he pecks lightly and then he lets go even before I could get a hold of his lips between mine.
"you're such a peasant in front of me” he laughs and i smile at his words. He's right and that's when I dunk in catching his lips when they were curved and stifling his chuckle into my mouth. So that those songs he unintentionally composes while laughing would stay with me forever.
He's still laughing clutching my chest standing on his toes but I bend down making him more comfortable.


“we should stop” he chuckles his eyes lashes simply fanning him. I pull apart but it's worth less and I dunk in again “its going to end up bad -if we get caught” he laughs again into my mouth.


“ I know” I chuckle back getting caught in disease. He leaves my shirt as the elevator beeps and I step back deep breathing. We walk out and the other people just two kids chatting away enter in not even bothering to look at us.


“hey!” I guy calls me from the staircase. ”wait!” it’s a familiar voice. “deaf or something?” I turn around and its niall.


“that’s a pleasant surprise” Louis says and niall starts walking with us.


“whats it with you both I've been calling you since you both entered the building”


“didn’t notice. Sorry” he has some letters in his hand. I can read my name on them.


“you guys take the elevator for only two floors?” he shakes his head. ”anyway your mails” he hands them to me. ”its probably about the exhibition zayns having at the private city hall.”


“that’s great!” Louis comments. “I'd love to go”

“I don’t know if every body’s invited because he's sent private invites” louis’ face falls.


“why would he do that?” we stop at the door ringing the bell.


“don’t know. I heard he's got those big sponsor brands on his name this time and this one exhibition is going to give him his cut” he shrugs.


“he’s a grown man” I say literally because when did he start giving private invites? Like its good he's flourishing with whatever he has to do but.


The door opens and gemma smiles looking at niall, “neillll!” she shouts and takes him into a hug. We both follow in and Louis straight walks into the room. Okay.


“how are you doing?” Niall asks her, his hand over her shoulder. They are brother and sister.


“im fine. I'm actually here for you today” he nods standing in front of her and I walk to the couch to seat myself keeping the mails at the side stool.


“I know how much he troubles you. So I'm here for you” he hugs her once I know he's here for something. “my sister” he sighs content.


“its been just two weeks “ she says walking to the kitchen and niall follows her.


I lay my head back closing my eyes images of Louis’ eyelashes resting on his cheeks cover my mind.


He really has an effect on me because its after a long time that when I'm tired and I've closed my eyes and not seen those vivid memories on replay and its Louis there. I'm going to stick that image underneath my eyelids.


“I’ll do that definitely. Don’t worry" gemma voice is heard as they both walk out beer cans in there hands. Every time I've seen those cans all I can remember is Louis ‘ terrible state when he was lying passed out on the couch last time.


It was so terrible to look at him. The fact that this happened just two weeks ago not much time has passed since then. Just two weeks. I don’t know what his intentions were but still he decided to hurt himself over something was just ridiculous.


Louis walks out the room entering the hall. He looks enough tired and he's changed into sweats and a grey hoodie I gave him this morning. It hangs loosely on his shoulders because its much bigger than his size simply because its mine.


His walk is slow but he would scrunch his nose every time he would take a step. His hands travelled to his lower back pressing gently as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before seating himself on the couch in front of me.


He places all 3 cushions behind his back and lifts his legs to stretch them out on the table.


“is your back hurting?” I ask him. He looks tired enough.


“mhmm” he says his head hangs behind to rest on the head rest. “I think the dosage for me is high” He continues lifting his head up and niall and gemma have seated themselves on the couches. They're talking about something but I'm not eager right now.


“why? Are you feeling okay?” I ask him straightening my back.


“not really. My head feels heavy and my back feels scrunched up. its bad” he tells me and it’s the truth. His face has fallen a bit dull from the past hour.


“you could’ve asked the doctor to change your dosage today. Why didn’t you as him?”


He shrugs. Like literally he just shrugs.


“hey pretty wifies include us in your chat too” nialls comments and Louis breaks out into laughter. That sound.


“Louis feels body pain from the pills he's having” I inform them niall face turning a bit serious.


“oh..but I guess those are basic side effects from anti-biotics? Aren’t they?”


I nod a no. “I don’t think so.”


“we’re not trying to make ourselves doctors here okay?”gemma says crossing her legs on the couch. “call the doctor up and he’ll tell you if you can stop with the dosage or are these just common side effects”

“my back hurts too much. I cant sit up straight " Louis mumbles rubbing his back from the side.

The door bells rings and everybody startles. Who could this be at 8?

Gemma gets up to get the door. “who ordered pizza?” she asks her hand on her hip.

"I'll pay" niall gets up jogging across the room to the door as gemma sighs walking back with the pizza boxes and places them on the table.
Louis doesn't open his eyes to look at it.

"why didn't you tell the doctor when he asked you today about the side effect?" i ask him but his eyes are still closed."why didnt you?"

he snaps, "as if I knew this was a side effect" he rolls his eyes.

I huff at his response and he looks at me frowning. "I don't know okay, i thought maybe its because i didn't have proper sleep"

"you could've told me" i shift forward on my seat.

"i did , if you remember , but you were so busy with defending your smoking habits..." he huffs looking at me like i killed somebody. its just a cigarette.

oh shit. well he did tell me. before running into his room in the morning. oh god.
"louis, i-" he shuts his eyes again ignoring me.

"Why are there so many mails all of a sudden?" Gemma points to the mails kept on the side stool as she takes a seat and throws the mails on my lap.

There are 7 of them. 3 Louis', 2 mine and 1 Gemma's.

I hand them to the respectful. Louis doesn't even pick them up from the table.



Notes

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