Fourteen ( Larry Stylinson )
Dance
A/N: I'm incredibly proud of this chapter
The tests didn’t go well.
Louis was sitting on the stupid bed with the white wrap crinkling underneath him and Harry was sitting on the same bed to his left. Louis was practically begging Harry to take him out of there so he wouldn’t have to get a shot, and it was causing a major emotional problem for Harry.
“Please! It hurts!” Louis yelped, clinging onto Harry’s arm.
“Lou, please.” Harry breathed out “Please stop.” Louis suddenly forgot about the needles and felt concern for Harry.
“Haz, what’s wrong?” he noticed a small tear making its way down his cheek. “Harry!” Louis was worried and gently brushed the tear away
“It's just…you can’t yell stuff like that.”
“Stuff like wha- oh.” Louis knew exactly what Harry was talking about. He had seen him break down earlier that week during a tickle fight when Louis yelled out “Harry STOP!”
“‘M sorry Hazza” Louis hugged him and turned to the doctors “You can do the needles now.” Louis cringed and held tightly onto Harry’s hand.
He almost fainted when they brought out that damn needle and smoothed his skin between their hands. He whimpered and turned away when they stuck the needle through the tan flesh.
“Shhh Lou, its okay, look at me babe.” Louis looked up into Harry’s eyes and squeezed his hand tightly.
“There you go, squeeze my hand.” He pressed a kiss to his head
“All done.” The doctor announced and placed a superman band aid on Louis’ arm.
“Come on Harry lets go cuddle, pleeeeaaassseee.” The doctor looked at him weirdly, not understanding why a man was acting so immature. Harry shot him a glare before putting his arm around Louis’ shoulders.
“Of course we can cuddle. Race ya!” Louis smiled in agreement and Harry began counting “1…2…3” Louis took off before Harry even got to two. Harry laughed at his childish behavior and ran after him.
Louis gave many nurses quite the scare as he ran through the hospital, turning sharply and heading to his room, then jumping on the bed. By the time Harry got to the room, Louis was all cuddled under the sheets. Harry was breathing deeply and he looked at the empty space in the bed.
“Come on, Harry.” He smiled as Harry lay next to him on his side. Louis scooted close to him and snuggled into his chest. “Why do you have all these tattoos?” he whispered, as though it was some kind of secret, as he brought his fingers up to trace the ink on his arms “Why do I have all these tattoos?”
Harry sat there, unsure of how to answer. “Lou.” He mumbled “There’s this poem…”
“Yeah?” Louis responded
“It goes: They took away his pen and paper,
They took away his speech,
So it’s really not his fault,
That his skin became his diary.” Louis looked up at him
“Is that what happened to us?” Harry nodded and licked his lips. He held out his wrist
“You see that padlock?” He shivered when Louis brushed his fingertips over it
“Yeah.”
“You have a matching one. Here, sit up.” He helped him sit up, and then pulled his ankle into view, pointing to the small key tattooed there.
“I like it.” Louis smiled, and then lay back down. “I do too.” Harry thought before pulling Louis into his arms.
“Tell me more about us.” Louis yawned. Harry thought a bit, before remembering his favorite story about them.
“About four months ago, on our anniversary, I wanted to surprise you by singing to you, then taking you out to dinner.” Louis smiled and listened
“I sang ‘Careless Whisper’ to you. And you absolutely loved it. But when I went to take you out for dinner, management called and said you and Eleanor were going out in half an hour. I got so angry and broke the phone, then paced back and forth in the kitchen, trying to make you a nice dinner before you had to leave. But you calmed me down by pressing me up against the counter and whispering in my ear
‘Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool’” Harry smiled and looked down, releasing a few tears. He had always meant to get a tattoo based off of that night, but then this happened.
“You forgot about Eleanor and made love to me that night.” Harry froze, realizing what he had just told Louis.
“We’ve had sex before?” Harry nodded. “oh.” Louis said, like he couldn’t care less.
“Sing that song to me.” He whispered. Harry looked down at Louis who was sleepily rubbing his nose against Harry’s shoulder, as if he liked the feeling of it and Harry began to sing
“I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth, pain is that all you'll find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
With or without your love
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
(Now that you're gone)
Now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone)
Was what I did so wrong?
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?” Louis was crying into Harry’s shoulder silently. Not even crying really, just simply letting tears roll down his nose. Harry didn’t mind though, and Louis looked up at him and wiped his tears.
“That was really pretty.” He smiled
“Thank you.” A man and woman rushed into the room, looking at Louis with interest, before smiling and yelling things like “Baby!” and “Are you okay?!”
“Mum! Dad!” Louis said back, without moving from his position next to Harry. The woman came over and kissed his forehead.
“Louis, baby, oh my you’re so grown up.” She smiled. “How has tour been?” Louis went quiet and snuggled closer to Harry.
“ummm…” Harry drawled out
“Louis?”
“Louis can’t remember the tour.”
“Why the hell not?” she snapped
“Because he lost eight years of his memory from an accident.” Everyone went silent.
“What kind of accident?”
“Mum you can’t be mad-“
“What kind of accident?!”
“I got really mad and-“
“Let Louis answer for himself.” All eyes were on Louis and he shifted uncomfortably and grabbed Harry’s shirt.
“Harry got mad and beat me.”
“Who the hell is Harry?!” there was a long pause
“I am.” And then a hand was gripping his hair, pulling him off the bed with a fist aimed at his face, but a small voice stopped that fist.
“Dad, please, I love him. He keeps me safe.” Harry was shocked to hear Louis say that.
“It’s true.” The nurse in the room spoke up. “He’s been here with Louis the whole time, he practically lives here. The love and care he shows him is the only reason I haven’t called cops on him for domestic violence.” Louis’ dad hesitantly let go of Harry, who collapsed on the bed, and Louis tried to cover his large body protectively with his smaller one.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Harry.” Louis’ mum pursed her lips together and quickly exited the room.
The tests didn’t go well.
Louis was sitting on the stupid bed with the white wrap crinkling underneath him and Harry was sitting on the same bed to his left. Louis was practically begging Harry to take him out of there so he wouldn’t have to get a shot, and it was causing a major emotional problem for Harry.
“Please! It hurts!” Louis yelped, clinging onto Harry’s arm.
“Lou, please.” Harry breathed out “Please stop.” Louis suddenly forgot about the needles and felt concern for Harry.
“Haz, what’s wrong?” he noticed a small tear making its way down his cheek. “Harry!” Louis was worried and gently brushed the tear away
“It's just…you can’t yell stuff like that.”
“Stuff like wha- oh.” Louis knew exactly what Harry was talking about. He had seen him break down earlier that week during a tickle fight when Louis yelled out “Harry STOP!”
“‘M sorry Hazza” Louis hugged him and turned to the doctors “You can do the needles now.” Louis cringed and held tightly onto Harry’s hand.
He almost fainted when they brought out that damn needle and smoothed his skin between their hands. He whimpered and turned away when they stuck the needle through the tan flesh.
“Shhh Lou, its okay, look at me babe.” Louis looked up into Harry’s eyes and squeezed his hand tightly.
“There you go, squeeze my hand.” He pressed a kiss to his head
“All done.” The doctor announced and placed a superman band aid on Louis’ arm.
“Come on Harry lets go cuddle, pleeeeaaassseee.” The doctor looked at him weirdly, not understanding why a man was acting so immature. Harry shot him a glare before putting his arm around Louis’ shoulders.
“Of course we can cuddle. Race ya!” Louis smiled in agreement and Harry began counting “1…2…3” Louis took off before Harry even got to two. Harry laughed at his childish behavior and ran after him.
Louis gave many nurses quite the scare as he ran through the hospital, turning sharply and heading to his room, then jumping on the bed. By the time Harry got to the room, Louis was all cuddled under the sheets. Harry was breathing deeply and he looked at the empty space in the bed.
“Come on, Harry.” He smiled as Harry lay next to him on his side. Louis scooted close to him and snuggled into his chest. “Why do you have all these tattoos?” he whispered, as though it was some kind of secret, as he brought his fingers up to trace the ink on his arms “Why do I have all these tattoos?”
Harry sat there, unsure of how to answer. “Lou.” He mumbled “There’s this poem…”
“Yeah?” Louis responded
“It goes: They took away his pen and paper,
They took away his speech,
So it’s really not his fault,
That his skin became his diary.” Louis looked up at him
“Is that what happened to us?” Harry nodded and licked his lips. He held out his wrist
“You see that padlock?” He shivered when Louis brushed his fingertips over it
“Yeah.”
“You have a matching one. Here, sit up.” He helped him sit up, and then pulled his ankle into view, pointing to the small key tattooed there.
“I like it.” Louis smiled, and then lay back down. “I do too.” Harry thought before pulling Louis into his arms.
“Tell me more about us.” Louis yawned. Harry thought a bit, before remembering his favorite story about them.
“About four months ago, on our anniversary, I wanted to surprise you by singing to you, then taking you out to dinner.” Louis smiled and listened
“I sang ‘Careless Whisper’ to you. And you absolutely loved it. But when I went to take you out for dinner, management called and said you and Eleanor were going out in half an hour. I got so angry and broke the phone, then paced back and forth in the kitchen, trying to make you a nice dinner before you had to leave. But you calmed me down by pressing me up against the counter and whispering in my ear
‘Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool’” Harry smiled and looked down, releasing a few tears. He had always meant to get a tattoo based off of that night, but then this happened.
“You forgot about Eleanor and made love to me that night.” Harry froze, realizing what he had just told Louis.
“We’ve had sex before?” Harry nodded. “oh.” Louis said, like he couldn’t care less.
“Sing that song to me.” He whispered. Harry looked down at Louis who was sleepily rubbing his nose against Harry’s shoulder, as if he liked the feeling of it and Harry began to sing
“I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth, pain is that all you'll find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
With or without your love
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
(Now that you're gone)
Now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone)
Was what I did so wrong?
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?” Louis was crying into Harry’s shoulder silently. Not even crying really, just simply letting tears roll down his nose. Harry didn’t mind though, and Louis looked up at him and wiped his tears.
“That was really pretty.” He smiled
“Thank you.” A man and woman rushed into the room, looking at Louis with interest, before smiling and yelling things like “Baby!” and “Are you okay?!”
“Mum! Dad!” Louis said back, without moving from his position next to Harry. The woman came over and kissed his forehead.
“Louis, baby, oh my you’re so grown up.” She smiled. “How has tour been?” Louis went quiet and snuggled closer to Harry.
“ummm…” Harry drawled out
“Louis?”
“Louis can’t remember the tour.”
“Why the hell not?” she snapped
“Because he lost eight years of his memory from an accident.” Everyone went silent.
“What kind of accident?”
“Mum you can’t be mad-“
“What kind of accident?!”
“I got really mad and-“
“Let Louis answer for himself.” All eyes were on Louis and he shifted uncomfortably and grabbed Harry’s shirt.
“Harry got mad and beat me.”
“Who the hell is Harry?!” there was a long pause
“I am.” And then a hand was gripping his hair, pulling him off the bed with a fist aimed at his face, but a small voice stopped that fist.
“Dad, please, I love him. He keeps me safe.” Harry was shocked to hear Louis say that.
“It’s true.” The nurse in the room spoke up. “He’s been here with Louis the whole time, he practically lives here. The love and care he shows him is the only reason I haven’t called cops on him for domestic violence.” Louis’ dad hesitantly let go of Harry, who collapsed on the bed, and Louis tried to cover his large body protectively with his smaller one.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Harry.” Louis’ mum pursed her lips together and quickly exited the room.
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