No Sound. |Punk Louis, Deaf Harry| {Larry Stylinson}
Chapter thirteen
*LOUIS POINT OF VIEW*
I did look through the window a few times, just to check up on Harry. I didn't make it noticeable though - I just walked passed it quickly. The times I walked past him, he just sat there picking grass, he looked bored yet adorable and thoughtless.
When I decided not to past him anymore, because I realized I looked stalkerish, I just sat there. And the flashbacks just came back.
The seriousness in Zayn's voice.
The, what looked like, jealousness in his eyes.
And the hurt in Harry's eyes.
But the flashback vanished when I heard my mums voice.
“Louis, I'm home!” She said, I heard the sound of bags hitting both of her sides.
I got up and walked into the kitchen to where she stood with what looked like 8 bags.
She laid the bags aside and sighed, stretching her arms.
“Did you have fun?” I asked, putting my back against the wall.
“Yes. I'm just tired.” She said, walking to the refrigerator and getting a bottle of water out. “How was your day with Harry?” She asked, opening her bottle of water.
“It was fun.” I lied, it was great if I'm telling the truth, but he only spent 20 minutes inside the house with me, because I kicked him out, so it wasn't fun.
“Oh, really? Why was he laying in the grass by himself?” She asked, putting the bottle to her lips and taking a sip.
“Well, I kinda kicked him out.” I said, itching the back of my head.
“Louis, I thought you learned by now not to judge people. Harry's just like us, just because he's deaf doesn't give you any reason to kick him out of the house!” She said with anger in her voice, putting her bottle of water aside.
“I know, I- wait what?”
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I did look through the window a few times, just to check up on Harry. I didn't make it noticeable though - I just walked passed it quickly. The times I walked past him, he just sat there picking grass, he looked bored yet adorable and thoughtless.
When I decided not to past him anymore, because I realized I looked stalkerish, I just sat there. And the flashbacks just came back.
The seriousness in Zayn's voice.
The, what looked like, jealousness in his eyes.
And the hurt in Harry's eyes.
But the flashback vanished when I heard my mums voice.
“Louis, I'm home!” She said, I heard the sound of bags hitting both of her sides.
I got up and walked into the kitchen to where she stood with what looked like 8 bags.
She laid the bags aside and sighed, stretching her arms.
“Did you have fun?” I asked, putting my back against the wall.
“Yes. I'm just tired.” She said, walking to the refrigerator and getting a bottle of water out. “How was your day with Harry?” She asked, opening her bottle of water.
“It was fun.” I lied, it was great if I'm telling the truth, but he only spent 20 minutes inside the house with me, because I kicked him out, so it wasn't fun.
“Oh, really? Why was he laying in the grass by himself?” She asked, putting the bottle to her lips and taking a sip.
“Well, I kinda kicked him out.” I said, itching the back of my head.
“Louis, I thought you learned by now not to judge people. Harry's just like us, just because he's deaf doesn't give you any reason to kick him out of the house!” She said with anger in her voice, putting her bottle of water aside.
“I know, I- wait what?”
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...... Harry why?!
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