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LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

chapter 68

Harry's POV

“harry can you read my letter?” she hands me the sheet of paper all of a sudden when I'm in the middle of figuring out things for Louis and his dosage.


“out loud right now!” oh god okay that’s why I don’t like her sometimes.


“er.. okay..we are glad to inform you that.. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT GEMMA?” I look at her I know what is there.


“oh my god gemma you got the…” I turn to her and she has her face in her hands.


“yes yes” she shrieks a her hair all over her face.


“okay. Somebody tell me please” Louis speaks up his voice low and raspy. Oh shit.


“she's probably got the job she applied for I guess” niall says unsure. He's got the common sense. Not that Louis doesn’t. Louis is just not well right now to think too much.




“yes!!” gemma shouts again.


Niall clears his throat, “okay so this pizza was specially here for Louis because I know how much harry can choke you out with the his crazy organic farming products and sometimes gemma also does that so..” Louis chuckles lightly making all of follow. But then this time it was short and his eyes didn’t even crinkle. Is his skin swelling again?


“so now that gemma gave us good news, not the other good news" niall laughs again, "this pizza is for her. We can celebrate, right?” niall picks up the box and hands it to gemma but she's still busy reading the letter.


“the salary is just 400 pounds” she sighs. “but its fine. I’ll do with it” she shrugs smiling taking a slice in her hand and handing everybody one.


But Louis doesn’t take one and rather stands up, “guys I’ll head to the room. I'm tired. Talk to you tomorrow niall. Goodnight gem. Goodnight harry” he walks out of the hall and I just watch his back go into the hallway.


“whats happened to him to him?” gemma nudges me and break out of my dreams.


“its nothing serious again right?” niall says biting onto the pizza.


“I don’t know. It’s a sudden change. He’s been moody the whole day. I’ll go check” my heart sinks deep in. I hope nothing is serious with him. I stand up and walk to the hallway slowly thinking of what to really ask because I know he's not okay.


When I enter in he’s placing pillows at the back of the bed and sits down whimpering a little and lays down on his stomach his head resting on his palms.


“Harry can you pull the duvet over?” he asks his eyes scrunching.


I walk nearer. “is it too bad, Louis?” I cover him up to the neck.


“I don’t know it just keeps on hurting more” he mumbles shuddering a little.


I can't watch him like that. I walk out of the room and walk into gemma, “carefull” she mutters and I notice she's holding an oil bottle.


“here, massage it wherever it hurts. It’ll help him in the morning. Then we’ll call the doctor if it worsens” she says lowly. We both know we’re standing just outside the room.


“Thanx” I mutter walking into the room again and I think he’s asleep. Not possible.


“gemma gave me this, mind if I massage it on your back? I'm sure you’ll feel good” he nods and I walk over to sit on the other side of the bed.


“whatever it is. If it doesn’t help me till the morning I'm knocking down your teeth” why mine?


I pull the duvet over and I shift closer .”I’m going to pull your sweatshirt up” I tell him before he screams at me because of the cold air hitting him a little.


“faster.” He mutters. He’s getting restless.


I squirt some of it on my palm and then I move my hands to his bare half back.


He shakes a little but then he chuckles, “i..its cold” his face digs into the pillow. I don’t know whats so funny there.


I spread the oil all over his lower back lightly. I don’t wanna hurt his already hurt back. I press two thumbs and then moving it in the upwards direction I press making butterfly motions coming back lower from where I initially started.


“could you press a little harder?” he lets out groan, its sounds painful.


“you’re fine right? In already applying much pressure. "Tell me if I go hard”


“how am I supposed to tell you that?” he giggles again. I think he's drugged. What was there to giggle?


“you have large hands harry” I don’t know if he wanted to question me or tell me. It sounded like he was telling me.


I nod.


“You’re doing it better than my mom” he mumbles against the pillow sighing. After a few more hard presses and smooth oily hand rides on his back he hums a pleasurable moan.


“nobody’s better than a mom” I comment.


“I know. I'm mamma’s boy and I know. Literally. But you’re doing it so good” he says though his face is turned the other side but I can sense it he’s smiling and he's missing his mom. I can feel it.


“and you know my mum would’ve smacked me every time I would’ve spoken, so that’s a plus one here” he turns his face my side. But at the mention of his bum my eyes travel just sideways.


His perfect bum has been so close to my hand and give been massaging his back and I could’ve smacked him. Maybe just patted because its so great and also because pretty things are not supposed to be smacked.


He clears his throat breaking my chain of thoughts.


“what?” I ask words falling from my lips all of a sudden.


“continue. You were doing good” he hums at the end. Seriously is it this pleasurable.


“I’ve never got my back massaged” I confess as I lightly punch all over his back giving a second gap within every punch.


“then what else have you got massaged?” I am sure I can hear giggling.


“I am being serious”


“mee too”


“c’mon”



“hell no” he sounds surprised but his eyes are still closed.


“I’m serious.”


“you're definitely not”


“I am” I say it a bit firm. I never have.


“c’mon you are a rich kid, you’ve been a rich kid all your time. How come you haven't?” he props his up on his palm.


“I am I know. But I've never got the chance. Not even my mum unless light shoulder massages.


“oh” is all he says sounding sympathetic rather than surprised.


“what happened?” I ask him going lower on his back continuing with the butterfly strokes.


“still wondering. What else you haven't got done” he shrugs sighing at the end.


“we-“ I begin but he shifts sideways propping up on his elbow facing me.


“that is why, I wonder, you’ve got a bad back” he shakes his head patting on the space beside him. “you must've had a salon session once at least. Spa for that matter?”


I nod, “only a hair spa. I don't spend much in this field”


“didn’t your mom or dad ever correct you for a bad posture?” he’s getting pretty interested it seems.


I sigh deeply folding my arms to place them behind my head, “gemma did, but it becomes a habit, I’ve had my nanny closer to me than my mom” there's going to be a lot of deep thoughts.


“and why is that?”


“you know what happens in rich families. Its always business. That’s how they’re rich” Louis chuckles. “Not that there aren’t any happy rich families. But mine was the cliché one”


“sounds right” he turns to lie on his back scooting a bit closer. “did you take permission for your tattoos?”


“no not really. I don’t even know if they’ve seen me in my tattoos because when I got the tattoos I had left the house in Cheshire and shifted here in Yorkshire already”


“okay so you’ve had other issues”


“what other issues?”


“like rich kid issues. Not-so-friendly parents, bullied for not-being-poor.. you know like that”


“I was bullied for being gay. Gay was at the top and the only issue” I sigh remembering all those hunks faces ”and that swimming blunder i did and stayed out of school for a week. Eventually everybody knew, what were your issues?”


“I didn't have any issues” he turns around to face me yawning beside me.


“everybody has their share of pain. c’mon”


“I’ve had supportive parents plus a supportive family. Society was the issue” his hand move to my waist holding it as he turned on his stomach closing his eyes. I move my hand over his shoulder pulling him in as he adjusted to place his head on my chest.


He continues his eyes shut, “and I’m gay too so there had to be bullying. It wasn’t that I could escape it. But then I really, I did escape”


“you what?” what is he trying to say?


“ I escaped. I ran here. To this city” I can feel his body shifting, a bit stiffening and his hold gets tighter on my waist.

Notes

so much drama for a boyband who can't even dance

anyway whatever all this i don't mind because LARRY IS REAL AF.

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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.