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LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

chapter 61

Harry POV


Three days have passed and Louis is finally going to be discharged. More than me its Louis who is so excited though his swelling has diminished but its still there. Not very prominent though.


He's getting dressed behind me near the couch at the end of the room and I'm here packing his things up in a plastic bag and another paper bag full with pills. One is my pill bag and other is Louis'.


Gemma's result of the interview she had still hasn't arrived and she's going mad everyday.
She's helped me a lot with Louis and right now she's at home preparing us food and its been months I had something she's made. She's an absolute lovely cook.


Oh. And the car, I remember Louis' Honda is still with the service men. We'll have to get it back this weekend.


It's a Thursday evening and we're finally going to head home.


On Tuesday I went for the recording and it went well. Mr smith wanted to know the whole story and I told him. So he forced Simon to give me a medical leave. I applied it for two weeks. Well more than that would be just being greedy.


Simon wasn't happy with that because the work load just gets piled up day by day with me not being there but I'm sure he has fine substitutes.


"Let's go" Louis taps me on my shoulder lightly as I'm seated onto the stool picking up the bags from the bed.


"You're not supposed to talk. Shut your mouth" I say my eyebrows creased.


"Shut up. I've been hearing that for the past three days now I'm getting pissed." He states as he turns around walking in front of me towards the door.


"Language." I warn him. " we're at the hospital" I say lowly.


"I know" he says opening the door. He wearing a purple striped t shirt and blue denims which I
bought for him yesterday and I'm surprised I knew his size perfectly.


I walk a little faster getting in line with Louis beside me.
I'm happy. Yes I'm happy. Seeing the usual Louis with me which always is so cheery. I like it.


My heart finally feels full with air. Its good to experience such a change in my mood. I feel fresh. Something new in me makes me giddy bit I like it right now. I feel light.


We take the elevator down and Louis isn't saying anything right now and I'm silent too but its fine. He isn't supposed to talk. But I'm still worried about the fact that we haven't talked all this over yet. The moment this silence breaks I'm sure Louis would ask me and I also want that to happen. But please somehow I hope it doesn't.


We exit the elevator outside the building walking towards the car.


Louis walks faster to the car obviously because its still cold outside and its getting dark.


He's standing there waiting for me to beep the car open but my hands are full with the bags.

"Help me with the keys they're in my pocket" I say it aloud for him to hear.


"Okay" he walks around the car digs his hands in my pocket which slightly makes me giggle because his hands are small which go easily inside my tight skinny jeans pocket and I know he intentionally taking longer than he should be.


He's so close to me I can actually feel his breath and I want to kiss him and touch him in all intimate ways possible right now. His skin looks flushed because of the cold and the snow on the road. But damn my hands are full and if I could I would just lean in but its too early to do all this now. Because his skin is still swollen but believe me he looks lovely the way his thick long eyelashes are falling over his cheeks above the tiny freckles.



"Here" he dangles the keys in front of me and I'm out of my thoughts


"Thanks" I mutter as I fidget with the car keys and quickly keep the bags in the trunk and run and seat my self on the drivers seat and start the engine getting onto the road.


"You look fat" Louis speaks up after a few minutes have passed and now were off to the highway.


I don't know what to say but he continues, "you seriously got some pounds up since I last checked you out. Why so?" He tilts his neck so cutely and I'm sure if I could've just pulled over and kissed him but that would be weird so I don't do it.



"Um..idk. Maybe coz its lying at the hospital for days or some thing" I say.




"I haven't gone fat? Why only you?" It's weird he's asking me such questions. They don't even make sense. After all he's not supposed to talk.


"I don't know" I shrug, my hands on the steering.


He then lightly pats me on my stomach with back of his hand, "you're growing alien kind of fat. You're body is still toned there" and that's when I realize he doesn't know about the stitches I have. I look fat because of all the bandages that are wrapped around my abdomen.


"I'll have to check you personally when we reach home, remind me of that" he says before turning his head to look out and the the sun has set completely and its 6:30 by the watch.


We're pulling into the garage and its a little less windy here when I get out.


When we're finally at the door. Louis seems so non fidgety today. He's happy I can see that but he being so calm is something unusual.


The door clicks open and I'm greeted with Gemma smiling bright as ever with an apron wrapped around her waist as she's dressed in shorts and a loose tee her hair in a pony tail.


"Welcome my sons!" She cheers opening the door wide for us to enter. The actual smile on her face makes me actually want to hug her so tight.
I step forward doing it.


"I missed you" I say as my arms wrapped around the smaller frame. She hugs me back humming in return. She's the best sister.


"I missed you too" Louis wraps around me and Gemma together but he's unable to so I just bring my arm up wrapping Louis in between me and Gemma.


"Do not squeeze" he giggles wiggling in between us making us laugh in return.


This is the Louis I crave for. This is the man whose got me wrapped around his finger. This is the man/boy whose been an angel in my life and I wouldn't want to change that ever.


"OK OK" Gemma says as we pull away. "You guys freshen up, go get a shower or something and be here in half an hour exact. Coz food is almost done" she says her voice trailing off as she walks into the kitchen.


I keep the stuff in my hand, in my hand as I see Louis walking off the room. I follow him.


He enters in and I do too. I keep the bags aside on the table near the radio. Before Louis can actually enter into the bathroom I grab his wrist lightly pulling him making him look up at me as we're inches apart.


"You're not talking to me" I say with all the courage I had.


"Well you said I wasn't supposed to talk" he shrugs, his wrist in my hand.


"You know what I mean" I say looking down at him.


"But I don't." he snaps.


"I mean about the whole thing that actually happened. The reason behind all this"


"Well.." He begins bringing his free arm up to shift his fringe. "I'd like to but not right now. As you can see we're all very happy right now and I wouldn't want it to be ruined. And...I don't have the energy" he says taking a step back.



It did hurt. It surely did. I wanted to feel him up. Up his neck his jaw and his lips but..


"Ohhh and let me see.."
He looks down at my stomach and I gulp. Oh shit no. No.


He lifts up my white T-shirt from the hem and the more he lifts it up the more his eyes grow wide.


"What's with that?" he looks at me just holding the hem with his index and thumb.


"eh..er..its its I don't know..its a-a punch I took" I stammer like a fucking 3 year old. I'm sure my body is all heated up.


"Harry styles got punched?" He looks at me his eyes cringing at the end. He's surprised more than me.


"Yeah" I mutter as I scratch the back of my head.


"This looks bad. When did this happen?" He asks me but he's still calm.


"3 days back at the bar" I state. I don't really want him to know all this .


"When you picked me up?" He looks me in the eyes.


"Uh..yes. You remember that?" I ask him. I'm surprised he actually remember that.


"No." He shakes his head. Just that I fell to the ground and you picked me up and when I opened my eyes someone was piercing in needles. That's it" he smiles at the end.


I wince at the thought when he would be woken up. I wasn't there with him. I wanted to be.


I look at him. I don't want to look away. I pull the T-shirt down. But he stays where he is.


"You took a punch for me?" He asks gulping down flushing a little red onto his skin.


I don't know if I should answer a yes or a no or I should even answer back. But I take my time staring at him like he's some framed beauty I'll miss if I didn't take a photograph.


"Yeah" I reply as I breath in sharply and sigh at the end.


Its a satisfied smile. As those words leave my mouth I can see his lips turning into an automatic smile which he wants to hide and not look at me but he's looking up at me and I want to kiss him.


He gets up in his toes and brings his face near to mine almost centimeters apart and I'm sure my breath hitched.


"Thank you" he says as he tilts his head to place a kiss on my cheek and walks away to the bathroom.


This is very kind of him and really courageous of him to kiss me like that. He never shows anything when he wants to and that's why maybe some people misunderstand him. He's a bit not sire with his words. He never shows affection like that. Its very surprising for him to even kiss me on the cheek.


And as for me I'm enjoying the tingling effect it has on me right now. I've been missing such connection.


I sit back on the bed slowly not trying to hurt myself as I take off my T-shirt and keep it aside. Its warm in the room and I'm liking it. I slowly start to remove the bandage dressing from my waist before Louis comes out and sees me like this. I know he'll be hurt and worried and I don't want that.


I slowly remove the tape unrolling the white cloth. The multiple layers wrapped around make it difficult. Making it unwrap from all around my back makes it a bit difficult as I have a to turn a little every time a layer has to be removed from my lower back.


The layers are getting more transparent and I can see a little blood which is dry on the side of my waist. That is where I was hit. I guess only four layers are left and its more difficult because its stuck with blood over the stitches and its takes a little deep breath in for me to remove it from there.


I hear the shower turning off. Oh shit. I fasten up and in turn I'm actually hurting myself but its actually not helping in any way. So I give up panting a little as only two layers are left and I look up. I look up and Its Louis standing there in front of me a towel wrapped around his waist gazing worriedly at me.


"What are you doing?" he hurries up to me sitting in front of me just in a towel.


"Stop it. You're hurting yourself" and all I do is just stare at his worried but beautiful gaze. My eyes want to travel down his neck to his chest to his perfectly toned stomach but they don't . they're just staring at his face.


"Uh..I just..I was just removing this. Gotta take a shower" I shrug with the roll still in my hand.


"Just leave it there I'll help" he mutters a little annoyed by me. I can see it at his face.


He holds my wrist and makes me leaves the roll as it is."sit still. Don't move. Just let me wear something and I'll help. Just wait" he stands up grabbing a spare T-shirt from the basket sliding it down his head. He fastens himself up wearing his gray shorts and walks up to me throwing away the towel on the couch. I want to him stop and tell him that I'll do it. But I like it the way he's all concerned and concentrated and I don't want to miss the chance of him touching me like that. When he touches me voluntarily its a different feeling.


He sits in front of me and looks at me shaking his head almost scolding me in his brain.


"You're so stupid you could've asked me. I know all this" he huffs irritated by me.


"There's no way I wanted to ask you. You still need rest" I say finally.


"Just unwrapping a bandage won't make me lose pounds OK. And anyway the doctor told me to do some physical work otherwise the swelling isn't going to go" he doesn't look up while saying and slowly he removes the last layer off my stitches and once the wounds are in exposure he scrunches his nose looking at me eyes wide.


"That looks bad. How many punches did you really take? And who does actually gets stitches just for punching?" He looks up and I don't know what to say.


"I was hit pretty at the angle so.." I trail off. I don't want him to know.


"Did he..I mean whoever he / she was beat you..beat you up with a rod or something? Be-cause that isn't a wound caused just by a punch" he waits for me to answer. I don't know what to say. And I don't have any explanations either.


"I got punched thrice. That is why maybe" there is no way that I'm going to tell him my previous stitch which wasn't healed properly cause I was not having my medicines and it burst open when he punched me. How easy was that?


"I don't believe you" he looks me in the eye. I know it's not believable but he has to believe I'm not telling the actual reason.


Well I don't know what to reply so I just shrug.


"OK" he sighs. "go take a shower. But wait. Your stitches--" he's worried again.


"Don't worry" I place a hand on his cheek and he leans in. I feel like I should shift near him more close and place my other hand on his cheek too but I don't.


"I'll manage" I say.


"Okay" he smiles. "I'll wait here"


I pat his cheek lightly and get up from the discarding the bandage in the bin and I walk into the bathroom.


Instead of taking a shower I carefully wipe of my body with a wet towel coz this time I'm not compromising with those stitches thing. And later on I'm getting a tattoo over there just to hide the mark.


"Hurry up. Hazza its been over 20 minutes" louis shouts from the room. When I'm done I wrap a towel around myself and get out unlocking the door.


Louis is sitting there on the bed crossed his legs in the front reading something. Its a sheet of paper.


"You wear glasses?" I ask him totally surprised as I walk nearer to the cupboard.


"Yeah. Just for reading" he looks up "why so surprised?" He asks me chuckling lightly at he end.


"Its just- I've never imagined you with glasses that it" I say as I take out a grey t shirt with my black cotton cargo. I am not really a cargo man but for now I have to coz they're gonna be loose at the waist but still not fall down coz I need to protect my stitches.


"You fantasize me?" He looks up again as I toss my T-shirt over my head and I'm taken aback with his words. I mean. What? Fantasize? Yeah of course I do. But you are not suppose do that.



"Uh.. Yeah. Maybe yeah yes. I do. Well we're close enough for that."


"I call you my boyfriend for some reason" I shrug. I don't know from where those words came into my mouth before I salt them out all at once and I can see that flustered look on his face.


He looks different when he's flustered. Like a good different.


"Oh. Uh. Okay. That is a nice reason" he says as he takes off his glasses puts them on the night stand and gets up.


"Cmon out faster" he says before exiting the room.

Notes

yeah sooo i thought of dedicating chapters after reaching 60. (yay!!)
but really its sad i dont know to who i should dedicate because there are never any comments from you guys.

well. so if you like the story comment below and ill dedicate you the upcoming chapters.

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I should be thanking you for writing such an interesting story. I love how its so unique and not like the other typical stories on this site. There much more depth to it. The chapters always keep me on my toes. PS I love love this chapter and Harry is trying to be brave and intimate with Louis.