Untouchable Face {NEW- Larry Stylinson AU Fan Fiction}
Chapter 12
ZAYN’S P.O.V.
I’m so confused. I honestly don’t know how to explain what Emma is to me. In my head, she’s just my best friend’s kid and obviously I care about her; but, when I look at her, I can’t help but to draw entirely different conclusions.
“Thanks for taking me shopping. I had fun.”
I take my focus off of the dark road for a moment and glance over to my passenger seat. Emma is
playing with her straight blonde hair and leaning against the door.
“No problem. I had fun too.”
I grin politely and turn back to the road. We spent the day in Warrington, shopping and eating. I bought her a few things that I could tell she wanted. I’ve always done that, though. She’s like the niece I never had. Right?
She turns the music up a little and starts to sing along with some pop song I’ve never heard before. She has a nice voice, though. I’m shocked I’ve never noticed before.
“You have a pretty singing voice, Em.”
She lowers the volume of her voice and giggles, blushing.
“Thanks. You do too, but you already know that.”
I chuckle and rest my left arm on the center console between us as I turn onto my street.
“Well, it’s still sweet of you to say.”
I wink kindly and immediately wonder why. Why do I always wink at her? She’s going to get the wrong idea. Or the right one. I don’t fucking know. So, I quickly change the subject.
“Wanna watch a movie or just go to bed?”
She shrugs as I pull into my parking spot and park the car.
“I’m pretty tired, but I don’t know if I’ll fall asleep right away.”
I nod and take the keys from the ignition, collecting my phone and wallet from the glove compartment.
“Well, there’s a telly in my room, too. We could watch something until you fall asleep.”
She smiles at my suggestion and I feel like I’ve just dug myself deeper into the whole of possible pedophilia. No, we’ve always been close. It isn’t like that.
“Sounds good. I need a shower too.”
I nod and we both open our doors at the same time. I grab her bags from the backseat; one containing her school books and one full of clothes. We walk up to my door while she does something on her phone; texting someone, I suppose. I sincerely hope that no one knows that she’s been staying with me and the fact that it makes me nervous is just really bad. It feels like I’m doing something wrong, even though I’m not.
Yet.
“There are towels under the sink. Here’s your stuff.”
I hold out her bag from home and I set her school bag down in the living room. She pulls it over her shoulder and walks toward my room with a little pep in her step. She’s been in a good mood since she’s been here; much better than I’ve seen her in a long time.
While she takes a shower, I search my move collection for something that she might like. I don’t have that many films to choose from that would appeal to a fifteen year old girl.
A fifteen year old girl.
Louis’ daughter.
The one who’s birth I was present at.
Why the hell have I been convincing myself that she’s someone else? Someone who could appropriately be staying at my flat. She’s not.
The worst part is that I don’t care.
“Did you pick out a movie?”
I’m still sitting in front of the cabinet in my living room, a few dvd’s laid out on the floor next to me.
Emma walks in wearing blue shorts and a jumper, her wet hair in a loose bun. Is it even possible to look that pretty with absolutely no effort?
“Uh, I’ve got some choices.”
My eyes shift awkwardly down at the closest things to chick flicks that I own. Emma walks over and crouches down next to me on the carpet.
“Hmm. These are all James Bond movies.”
I chuckle and lean back on my elbow.
“I don’t know. Bond is hot, right? Do girls not like bond?”
She rolls her eyes and searches through my other movies; the ones I had already deemed
inappropriate for the occasion.
“I’m actually quite fond of James Bond, but I’m not in the mood for that tonight.”
She skims over the titles and pulls one out. I’m watching her, though, so I don’t even see what it is. She’s just a bit mesmerizing.
“Come on. Are we still watching it in your room?”
I blink rapidly and pull myself out of my daze as she stands up, holding the movie at her side.
“Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you pick?”
She holds up a DVD that doesn’t even look familiar to me.
“The Lifeguard? That’s not even mine. I bet my sister left it here.”
“It’s a new movie. I wanted to see it.”
I shrug and stand up, following her into my room. As she puts the movie in the dvd player, I lay down on my bed, making sure to only occupy the side I usually do. I don’t want to give Emma any reason to believe that I’m making a move on her or something.
However, after she starts the movie, she turns the light off and climbs into the bed from the
opposite end, rolling right into the middle, her head resting on my shoulder. The thoughts running through my head are anything but appropriate and I don’t understand how this can feel so wrong and natural at the same time.
LOUIS’ P.O.V.
It’s nearly midnight and Harry is fast asleep on my chest. All of Ashton’s friends went out at about half past ten to some club that they probably shouldn’t be able to get into. Ashton is in his room. He disappeared in there about an hour ago, claiming that he was going to bed, but I’m not so sure because his light has been on. I don’t know Harry’s sister, but it seems like she’s hurting this guy for no real reason. She’s just causing trouble for everyone and it seems pretty fucking dramatic.
I’m glad Harry’s asleep, though. If he weren’t, I’m sure we’d be doing something that we shouldn’t and I don’t see that going over very well in his sister’s boyfriend’s flat. I tried to close my eyes and drift off as well, but I can’t. Not when there’s so much on my mind. Maybe it has something to do with being my age, but I can’t just fall asleep like I used to.
First of all, I worry what Emma must think. She’s totally onto me (obviously not about Harry and I being together, but definitely about me being with someone). It’s only a matter of time before I have to explain my sexuality to her.
Second of all, what the fuck am I doing? Not only have I only just realized that I’m into guys, but I’m sleeping with a seventeen year old boy. Not that we’ve technically had sex or anything, but it’s a given that it’ll happen. Soon. I won’t even lie to myself about that.
Third of all, Harry. Why is he so fucking perfect and why do I feel lucky to have him snoring against my chest? I’ve only just met him and he’s never absent from my thoughts. I can’t let myself really examine the consequences of it all. Sure, he’s underage, but not for much longer. The real problem will obviously be our families. As a parent, I personally know that his mum is going to physically hurt me when she finds out. I know I’d want to murder a thirty year old if he went anywhere near Emma. For some reason, though, that seems worth it. If I have to take a few punches from Harry’s mum in order to give a relationship between us a fighting chance, I can handle it. It’s not like Marcy’s parents didn’t give me hell and I wasn’t even dating her. Maybe that was part of the problem.
My scattered thoughts are interrupted by Harry’s phone vibrating in his pocket; up against my thigh. Normally, I’d ignore it, but it could be his sister and she’s the whole reason we’re here.
“Harry.”
He mumbles something, but keeps his eyes shut.
“Harry, wake up. Your phone is ringing.”
I shake him lightly and his eyes shoot open once he’s realized what I said.
He sits up quickly and reaches into his pocket, answering it before looking at the screen.
“‘Ello?”
I physically see Harry gulp when a woman’s voice booms through the speaker.
“Mum, wait. Slow down and repeat yourself, please.”
Mum. Of course it’s his fucking mum. She speaks slower and I can tell that she isn’t yelling. She just seems like an excitable woman.
“Yeah, okay. No, everything is fine, I promise.”
He nods and relaxes a bit, leaning against my shoulder again.
“Mmhm. Okay, love you too. See you Friday.”
He hangs up and breathes a loud sigh of relief.
“What was that?”
Harry snuggles against my chest and grips my t-shirt gently.
“She was just calling to tell me that she picked up another flight to the States and will have to stay
there until Thursday night.”
I nod and wrap my arm around him.
“Scared the shit out of you, didn’t it?”
He scoffs and sighs.
“Definitely did.”
I open my mouth to speak again when the front door swings open, the sound of clanking keys filling the living room. Harry’s head shoots up, still tugging on my shirt, and I twist my neck so I can attempt to see who is standing in the dark hallway. I can’t see a face, but I do see long blonde hair.
“Gem?”
Harry jumps up and runs into the kitchen as his sister turns the light switch on. She grins a bit as Harry gathers her into a relieved hug. She definitely looks older than him, but he’s so much taller. Her eyes are glassy and red, eyeliner smudged along the bags under her eyes.
“Hey, H. You didn’t have to come.”
She sighs in defeat and finally hugs him back. That’s when she really looks at me. I feel awkward and don’t know what to do but to smile in as friendly a manner as possible. I don’t want to draw attention to myself, though.
“Of course I did. My sis disappeared in London.”
She rolls her eyes, but keeps her focus on me. She’s obviously trying to figure me out and Harry is too occupied hugging her to notice.
“Who’re you?”
So she’s going to just be blunt about it, huh?
I open my mouth to respond, not exactly sure what I’ll say, but Harry comes to the rescue.
“Oh, sorry. Gem, this is a friend of mine. His name’s Louis. He drove me over here.”
Gemma pulls away from Harry’s embrace and strolls over to me. Her eyes are squinted in
concentration and her arms are folded over her waist.
“Louis, eh? How come I don’t know you and why are you like forty years old?”
“Gem-“
“Harry, who is he?”
I feel like a child or something. She’s talking about me like I’m not even here and I can see the protective gleam in her eye. She just might attack.
“I told you; he’s a friend of mine!”
“Harry, I know your friends. They go to your school. Sure, maybe he went to your school...
Twenty years ago.”
“Jesus, I’m right here! And I’m only thirty for crying out loud.”
Fuck; why did I speak?
She laughs in disbelief. Gemma tosses her hands in the air, coming to a new realization as Harry stands awkwardly next to the couch I’m still sitting on.
“Shit, Harry! You’re totally fucking him, aren’t you?”
I’m so confused. I honestly don’t know how to explain what Emma is to me. In my head, she’s just my best friend’s kid and obviously I care about her; but, when I look at her, I can’t help but to draw entirely different conclusions.
“Thanks for taking me shopping. I had fun.”
I take my focus off of the dark road for a moment and glance over to my passenger seat. Emma is
playing with her straight blonde hair and leaning against the door.
“No problem. I had fun too.”
I grin politely and turn back to the road. We spent the day in Warrington, shopping and eating. I bought her a few things that I could tell she wanted. I’ve always done that, though. She’s like the niece I never had. Right?
She turns the music up a little and starts to sing along with some pop song I’ve never heard before. She has a nice voice, though. I’m shocked I’ve never noticed before.
“You have a pretty singing voice, Em.”
She lowers the volume of her voice and giggles, blushing.
“Thanks. You do too, but you already know that.”
I chuckle and rest my left arm on the center console between us as I turn onto my street.
“Well, it’s still sweet of you to say.”
I wink kindly and immediately wonder why. Why do I always wink at her? She’s going to get the wrong idea. Or the right one. I don’t fucking know. So, I quickly change the subject.
“Wanna watch a movie or just go to bed?”
She shrugs as I pull into my parking spot and park the car.
“I’m pretty tired, but I don’t know if I’ll fall asleep right away.”
I nod and take the keys from the ignition, collecting my phone and wallet from the glove compartment.
“Well, there’s a telly in my room, too. We could watch something until you fall asleep.”
She smiles at my suggestion and I feel like I’ve just dug myself deeper into the whole of possible pedophilia. No, we’ve always been close. It isn’t like that.
“Sounds good. I need a shower too.”
I nod and we both open our doors at the same time. I grab her bags from the backseat; one containing her school books and one full of clothes. We walk up to my door while she does something on her phone; texting someone, I suppose. I sincerely hope that no one knows that she’s been staying with me and the fact that it makes me nervous is just really bad. It feels like I’m doing something wrong, even though I’m not.
Yet.
“There are towels under the sink. Here’s your stuff.”
I hold out her bag from home and I set her school bag down in the living room. She pulls it over her shoulder and walks toward my room with a little pep in her step. She’s been in a good mood since she’s been here; much better than I’ve seen her in a long time.
While she takes a shower, I search my move collection for something that she might like. I don’t have that many films to choose from that would appeal to a fifteen year old girl.
A fifteen year old girl.
Louis’ daughter.
The one who’s birth I was present at.
Why the hell have I been convincing myself that she’s someone else? Someone who could appropriately be staying at my flat. She’s not.
The worst part is that I don’t care.
“Did you pick out a movie?”
I’m still sitting in front of the cabinet in my living room, a few dvd’s laid out on the floor next to me.
Emma walks in wearing blue shorts and a jumper, her wet hair in a loose bun. Is it even possible to look that pretty with absolutely no effort?
“Uh, I’ve got some choices.”
My eyes shift awkwardly down at the closest things to chick flicks that I own. Emma walks over and crouches down next to me on the carpet.
“Hmm. These are all James Bond movies.”
I chuckle and lean back on my elbow.
“I don’t know. Bond is hot, right? Do girls not like bond?”
She rolls her eyes and searches through my other movies; the ones I had already deemed
inappropriate for the occasion.
“I’m actually quite fond of James Bond, but I’m not in the mood for that tonight.”
She skims over the titles and pulls one out. I’m watching her, though, so I don’t even see what it is. She’s just a bit mesmerizing.
“Come on. Are we still watching it in your room?”
I blink rapidly and pull myself out of my daze as she stands up, holding the movie at her side.
“Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you pick?”
She holds up a DVD that doesn’t even look familiar to me.
“The Lifeguard? That’s not even mine. I bet my sister left it here.”
“It’s a new movie. I wanted to see it.”
I shrug and stand up, following her into my room. As she puts the movie in the dvd player, I lay down on my bed, making sure to only occupy the side I usually do. I don’t want to give Emma any reason to believe that I’m making a move on her or something.
However, after she starts the movie, she turns the light off and climbs into the bed from the
opposite end, rolling right into the middle, her head resting on my shoulder. The thoughts running through my head are anything but appropriate and I don’t understand how this can feel so wrong and natural at the same time.
LOUIS’ P.O.V.
It’s nearly midnight and Harry is fast asleep on my chest. All of Ashton’s friends went out at about half past ten to some club that they probably shouldn’t be able to get into. Ashton is in his room. He disappeared in there about an hour ago, claiming that he was going to bed, but I’m not so sure because his light has been on. I don’t know Harry’s sister, but it seems like she’s hurting this guy for no real reason. She’s just causing trouble for everyone and it seems pretty fucking dramatic.
I’m glad Harry’s asleep, though. If he weren’t, I’m sure we’d be doing something that we shouldn’t and I don’t see that going over very well in his sister’s boyfriend’s flat. I tried to close my eyes and drift off as well, but I can’t. Not when there’s so much on my mind. Maybe it has something to do with being my age, but I can’t just fall asleep like I used to.
First of all, I worry what Emma must think. She’s totally onto me (obviously not about Harry and I being together, but definitely about me being with someone). It’s only a matter of time before I have to explain my sexuality to her.
Second of all, what the fuck am I doing? Not only have I only just realized that I’m into guys, but I’m sleeping with a seventeen year old boy. Not that we’ve technically had sex or anything, but it’s a given that it’ll happen. Soon. I won’t even lie to myself about that.
Third of all, Harry. Why is he so fucking perfect and why do I feel lucky to have him snoring against my chest? I’ve only just met him and he’s never absent from my thoughts. I can’t let myself really examine the consequences of it all. Sure, he’s underage, but not for much longer. The real problem will obviously be our families. As a parent, I personally know that his mum is going to physically hurt me when she finds out. I know I’d want to murder a thirty year old if he went anywhere near Emma. For some reason, though, that seems worth it. If I have to take a few punches from Harry’s mum in order to give a relationship between us a fighting chance, I can handle it. It’s not like Marcy’s parents didn’t give me hell and I wasn’t even dating her. Maybe that was part of the problem.
My scattered thoughts are interrupted by Harry’s phone vibrating in his pocket; up against my thigh. Normally, I’d ignore it, but it could be his sister and she’s the whole reason we’re here.
“Harry.”
He mumbles something, but keeps his eyes shut.
“Harry, wake up. Your phone is ringing.”
I shake him lightly and his eyes shoot open once he’s realized what I said.
He sits up quickly and reaches into his pocket, answering it before looking at the screen.
“‘Ello?”
I physically see Harry gulp when a woman’s voice booms through the speaker.
“Mum, wait. Slow down and repeat yourself, please.”
Mum. Of course it’s his fucking mum. She speaks slower and I can tell that she isn’t yelling. She just seems like an excitable woman.
“Yeah, okay. No, everything is fine, I promise.”
He nods and relaxes a bit, leaning against my shoulder again.
“Mmhm. Okay, love you too. See you Friday.”
He hangs up and breathes a loud sigh of relief.
“What was that?”
Harry snuggles against my chest and grips my t-shirt gently.
“She was just calling to tell me that she picked up another flight to the States and will have to stay
there until Thursday night.”
I nod and wrap my arm around him.
“Scared the shit out of you, didn’t it?”
He scoffs and sighs.
“Definitely did.”
I open my mouth to speak again when the front door swings open, the sound of clanking keys filling the living room. Harry’s head shoots up, still tugging on my shirt, and I twist my neck so I can attempt to see who is standing in the dark hallway. I can’t see a face, but I do see long blonde hair.
“Gem?”
Harry jumps up and runs into the kitchen as his sister turns the light switch on. She grins a bit as Harry gathers her into a relieved hug. She definitely looks older than him, but he’s so much taller. Her eyes are glassy and red, eyeliner smudged along the bags under her eyes.
“Hey, H. You didn’t have to come.”
She sighs in defeat and finally hugs him back. That’s when she really looks at me. I feel awkward and don’t know what to do but to smile in as friendly a manner as possible. I don’t want to draw attention to myself, though.
“Of course I did. My sis disappeared in London.”
She rolls her eyes, but keeps her focus on me. She’s obviously trying to figure me out and Harry is too occupied hugging her to notice.
“Who’re you?”
So she’s going to just be blunt about it, huh?
I open my mouth to respond, not exactly sure what I’ll say, but Harry comes to the rescue.
“Oh, sorry. Gem, this is a friend of mine. His name’s Louis. He drove me over here.”
Gemma pulls away from Harry’s embrace and strolls over to me. Her eyes are squinted in
concentration and her arms are folded over her waist.
“Louis, eh? How come I don’t know you and why are you like forty years old?”
“Gem-“
“Harry, who is he?”
I feel like a child or something. She’s talking about me like I’m not even here and I can see the protective gleam in her eye. She just might attack.
“I told you; he’s a friend of mine!”
“Harry, I know your friends. They go to your school. Sure, maybe he went to your school...
Twenty years ago.”
“Jesus, I’m right here! And I’m only thirty for crying out loud.”
Fuck; why did I speak?
She laughs in disbelief. Gemma tosses her hands in the air, coming to a new realization as Harry stands awkwardly next to the couch I’m still sitting on.
“Shit, Harry! You’re totally fucking him, aren’t you?”
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12/26/15