Reading Between The Lines - A Larry Stylinson Story - Chapter 29
Author's Note:
My excuses for not posting in two months:
End of school.
Summer Camp.
No internet.
Broken laptop.
Forgive me?
Louis's P.O.V.:
It's crazy how comfortable Harry makes me. How he can have me pressed against the brick of my house, snogging the life out of me, and I'm perfectly okay with it. I'm not flinching away from him when he adds tongue like I used to. I don't panic when my eyes have been shut for too long. It's just all natural now. It's all okay. I like that.
We kiss a good fifteen minutes and thank god for the cold rain or else we'd probably be doing a lot more than kissing. Finally Harry pulls back and mumbles a comment about his mother killing him if he got sick from kissing his boyfriend in the rain and of course I smile at the word 'boyfriend'. And as I watch him run off, I wonder how a thing such as Harry Styles could exist?
The fairytale only lasts a couple moments.
The second I step through the threshold the smile Harry implanted on my lips disappears. I stare, flabbergasted at Mark and my mum, staring accusingly at me. The one fucking day they come home early...
"The hell do you think you're doing?" Mark screams and I flinch, dear god he's already pissed. "Gone for hours! And you come back soaking fuckin' wet! Look at the fuckin' mess you're making!" I glance down at the puddle beneath my feet.
"I'm-" I begin to apologize but Mark is up in my face before I get the words out.
"How fuckin' stupid are you!?" He screams and I shut my eyes. "And who the hell was that boy running from behind the house!?"
My eyes snap open. How did-
"Don't look so surprised Louis." My mum cuts in. "When he runs in front of the front room window, how do you expect us NOT to see him?"
So they didn't see-
"Who the hell was he!?" Mark screams, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. "You're fucking boyfriend!? Are you a fucking fag now!? You spoiled little shit! Fucking say something!"
"I'm not a fag!" I scream, pushing him off of me. That's when I see it. Mark's eyes go dark. Almost black.
I'm in deep, deep shit.
I don't even realize I've been hit until I'm on the ground. But I feel the kick. Hard to my thigh. I scream but I can barely hear myself over Mark. The cuss words and shouted accusations strew together and it's all just a screaming blur. Everything runs together. He pulls my up by my hair and screams in my face that I'm stupid, pathetic, worthless. Backhanding me with every word. My nose is throbbing and I'm bleeding from the mouth. Mark finally finishes by screaming for my mum and slamming out the door. I press my back against the wall and watch as mum hurries down the stairs and doesn't even glace at me or the blood before hurrying out the door and to the car.
Turning a blind eye. It's what my mother does best.
I listen to the car engine rev and the tires screech off.
That's when the sobs come.
Harry's P.O.V.:
"Harry?"
I can hear it in his voice.
"Mark?" I ask softly.
There's no noise on the other side of the line, then a shaky breath.
"They home?"
"No."
"I'll be right over."
Author's Note:
Comment if you would like another chapter tomorrow.
-Gracie