Closeted {Larry Stylinson AU}

Harry's POV

"He's just sleeping right now... I don't know where his mum is, but she's not here. He might have a fever or something. That's a symptom of detox I think. I'm not 100% sure."

My head feels like an explosion on repeat. And my stomach feels like a ship rocking in a storm. I think I'm going to puke all over my bed... How the hell did I even get in my bed? Oh yeah, Liam. I'll have to thank him for that later. I try to sit up, but my room is going a hundred miles an hour, and the ship in my stomach just turned upside down.

"...He's not doing well. Liam told me he had to clean up his house last night, everything was in pieces and he threw up multiple times last night. Lou, I feel bad that I yelled at him a couple days ago. He's going through hell..."

My cheeks start to feel hot and my eyes begin to water. These are the sings that tell me I'm going to vomit. I sit up as fast as I can, but that helps nothing. I groan in pain, but manage to sit at the edge of my bed. I then try to stand, slowly this time, but I automatically sit back down. I start to gag and then pick up a bucket next to my bed.

I then release all the contents of my stomach.

"Oh my god, Harry? Are you alright?" They say the worst sound in the world is someone vomiting. I can relate. Lex runs over to me and rubs my back in a circler motion. This isn't helping at all.

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Louis POV

Lex Hangs up on me. I don't even know what just happened but I'm really worried. I'm still mad at him, and I have the right to be, but I still love him. I never said I hated him. And he needs my help... My kindness comes over my pain and I walk out my door to Harry's house.

I knock on his door and wait. I hope he's not mad at me, or hates me. I just hope he understands why I felt that way. I'm still mad though.

Lex finally opens the door smiling at me. She's still wearing a sweater when it's summer vacation. I keep forgetting about her self harm. She also can't move too much or she'll open up the wound in her stomach. I can't believe she would shoot herself for Niall.

I walk into the house and it looks so weird... I'm so used to seeing paintings and decor all around, but most of it is gone.

"Harry's upstairs... If you wanna see him." I walk upstairs without saying a word and knock on Harry's bedroom door. There's no answer so I just open the door.

"Harry?" He's laying on his bed, without a shirt I should add, in a ball. He looks like he's in pain. His eyes are watering and his skin actually looks green.

"Lou?" Harry tries to sit up... "Fuck-" But quickly lays back down in pain. I walk over to him an help him sit up slowly. I then sit next to him keeping a small distance away from him, just in case he's angry at me too.

"Do you need me to get you anything?"

"I thought you were mad at me." His voice is raspy from crying, and being sick.

"I am... But I forgive you." His eyes start to water.

"Im sorry." All I want to do is go up and hug him, he's suffering. But I have to stay strong. All I do is put my hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay. Where's your mum?"

"She left..."

"To the market?"

"...To a different home." We sit there in silence for a minute, then I begin talking again.

"is she still paying for the house?"

"I don't know, Probably. I don't know if she left for good either. I think she did though... Both my parents don't want me anyways..."

"Harry that's not true. She loves you."

"She fucking beat me up a couple days ago."

"She was drunk."

"She hurt me." He looks at me with both anger and sickness. Then we both come to realization; This is the same situation we're going through. Just at opposite ends. This time Harry feels the pain, but his mum still loves him and is sorry. Harry drops his head and looks down at his legs, ashamed. And I stare at him feeling bad.

"I'm turning into my mum."

"No you're not... Look I'm here to help. Do you need anything?" He finally looks back at me.

"Can you walk me to the shower? I would ask Lex, but if I needed help... You know."

"Yeah, sure." I stand up and Help Harry off his bed. He can walk, just not steadily. If I let go of him now, his face would be on the floor.

We make it to his bathroom and he closes the door. He starts removing his underwear trying hard not to fall over and hands them to me. He walks into the shower and turns on the water. I take this as an opportunity to get him some clean clothes. I open the door and walk out of the bathroom. Closing the door back I grab some clean clothes from his dresser. Then I hear a yelp and thud.

"Harry?" I drop the clothes then run back into the bathroom and open the shower curtains. I see Harry on the floor.

"Are you okay?" He looks up at me and laughs. "You should see your face! I looks like you saw a ghost!" He continues laughing and my face goes from worried to anger.

"I thought you were hurt you twat!" He continued laughing and pulled me into the shower, still on the floor.

"You should cool off babe..." He's still laughing, and this is the happiest I've seen him in ages. I'm under the shower head getting wet, and start to laugh too. His laughing is contagious. I help him up, and then end up slip too. We continue to laugh and I pull Harry down with me. My clothes are soaking wet and so is my hair. I decide to take them off.

after three minutes the laughing dies down, but were both smiling. We look at each other both wet, and naked. I look at his lips and He looks at mine. His pupils got larger, and I'm sure it's not from the cocaine this time. I lean in closer and connect our lips together. We kiss smoothly not aggressively and the hot steam makes this 100 times better. I pull away, smiling even bigger now and say;

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible..."

Notes

HIHIHI! It's almost my summer break, so after next week things should be back to nomal! Please comment! It motivates me to make more! BYE YERSSSS!!!!