Underneath All Your Layers.

Louis is running.

He's running away.

Running from the hate.

The torture.

The pain.

The guilt.

He's running away from the things he can't take any more of.

But let's rewind a bit, shall we?

~2 Years ago~

(Louis' POV)

We, Nick and I, are currently sitting in a nice little coffee shop. It's quiet and yet busy, noise perfectly stimulating to one's mind. You see, Nick is my boyfriend. Did I mention I'm gay? Well, I'm gay. So there. Anyway, Nick Grimshaw is my boyfriend of about four months; we do everything together. He even insists on picking me up from Uni, even though our flat is in walking distance.

So, we're sitting in the coffee shop, and a waiter, his nametag says "Harry," walks up to us.

"Hello. Welcome to Stuptown Coffee, what can I get you two today?" His voice is deep and raspy and his curls bounce as he speaks. Cute.

"I'll get two croissaints and a mochiato, and Nick here'll have your worst cup possible." Nick laughs and playfully punches me on the shoulder before actually ordering.

"No, thank you, I'll just have a cappiciono. And, Louis." He presses his lips in a tight, frustrated line. "Two croissaints? Hun, you need to cut down a bit." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"W-what?"

"Lou, you know I care about you, I just want you to be happy, okay babe? He'll just have one." Nick says to the waiter, not giving me a chance for any further arguement.

The waiter sighs and bites his lip, writing down the order nonetheless.

A few minutes later, we eat in silence and I pick up my phone once done.

I see a new text from my mate, Zayn, and quickly open it.

Zayn: Hey mate, where r u? U weren't at school for the last ten minutes of class :/

Louis: Yea, Nick had plans and u know how he is.

Zayn: Again with Nick? Lou, he's taking advantage of u

Louis: What r u talking about? He knows whats best for me

Zayn: No he doesn't, and ur just following him like a little lost puppy.

Louis: Well at least I have someone to follow around!

After that, I close my phoned and cross my arms across my chest, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Who was that, sweetheart?" Nick asks, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh, just Zayn." Nick sighs and folds his hands.
"Louis, what did I tell you about talking to him?"
"He's my best friend!"
"And I'm your boyfriend. Now what did I tell you." I sigh and look at my feet.
"That he's just getting in the way of our relationship and he's not a good example for me." I say in embarrassed monotone. Nick smiles.
"Good lad. Now, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah."

(Harry's POV)

I want to kill him.

He's obviously making him uncomfortable.

I want to at least give him a nice smack to the cheek.

But I can't.

I have no say in this.

It's not my relationship.

Still.

I can't help but notice the slight fear in the smaller boy's ocean blue eyes as the older talks down to him, as if he were some sort of pet he gets to boss around. Who gave him the right?! I just want to-

I'm interuppted by my boss, Liam.

"Harry! What is the matter with you today? You never stop daydreaming, I swear." He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Sorry, Li, I just. Just thinking about something, is all."

"Quite a something it seems, if you ask me." He says as he walks away.

I have got to find a way to see that boy again.

Notes

So, this is the start of my first Larry fanfiction. Yay! Feedback is very much appreciated; the more comments the more I'm encouraged to write :)

~Annalisa