LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis' POV

I'm going to go in and if I don't find him there I'm leaving.

If I don't find Harry in another minute or if he doesn't call me I'm sure I'm going to never talk to him any more. He's so fucking irritating. I think i need juice.
Anyway I see a waiter coming my way and I pick up another cran grape juice. I want it chilled because I don't care if its going to make my throat rough or itchy or anything I just need to calm my head.

I take a step drinking it and, "fuck!" I trip on a stair spilling the juice on my dress coat. I told harry I wasn't going to take care of it. Its his fault. Everything is his fault.


I ask another waiter the way to the washroom before all the ants in the world attack me. I do as I'm told and walk another set of stairs through the crowd.

I enter in and I finally feel alone.

Thank god, thank god I can feel myself breathing right now because downstairs is a hell of a crowd. I breath in the scent of the washroom. Its huger than usual men's washroom.

I walk to the sink turning the tap and I hear the door click open and a guy cursing loudly enters in. I can hear his curses echo inside before I can actually see him.

He looks up as he's dusting his coat and immediately he kind of forgets there's a stain probably some drink stain on his coat near the chest pocket area and smiles at me.

"So we meet again" yeah I met him again. Anyways I was about to leave so I'm not going to start even a small talk here right now. He doesn't deserve my attention. Harry told me to stay away so I'm really not going to talk just a reply.

"Same needs" I sigh. "I spilled something, you spilled something. Washroom is the answer" I shrug pointing at his stain.

"Yeah" he nods turning to the sink beside me and washes his stain. Thank god he's not talking I'm going anyway. I walk past him a little away.

He turns around turning the tap off in a hurry. "You know what... I think we have the same needs" he wipes on a paper towel. "I just said that" I smile at him. I literally said the same thing. Fucking moron.

"I mean like if we include other things too" he straightens his coat.

"I'm sorry?" Harry said right he's weird. Weirdo. And he deserves the hate.

"How long have you been with Harry?" His face hardens. I've never thought about this question's answer before.
"Almost 2 months" I'm proud. I should be, right?

"That's a long time" he start to step closer.
Why does he always have to step closer like that. I keep a distance and step a little back. I don't know what to do. I give him an awkward glare.

"Harry must've warned you against me like almost a 100 million times already in those 2 months" he laughs knowingly.

"Nope. Not that much. Just twice. Today"


"Did you eff him?"

"You know you can say the 'f' word" I chuckle. He could. He swears on the radio though even if its with the beep.

"Did you or did you not?" His tone sounds more like a threat. He can't talk to me like that. Not ever. He's not a nice guy and I know that. And I'm going to walk away from here. He's just wasting my time and I need to go and find harry and probably he's already waiting for me somewhere .

"You don't have to know that" I say and I walk past him but before anything can happens he's got a hold at my wrist.
"You don't fucking get to touch me!!" I scream jerking away my hand at his smirking face.

"But guess what?..here I am touching you" he laughs.

What the fuck is he up to? Shit. He's so muscled up. Harry told me I should work out. I try to get it loosen but in another moment he throws me to the tiled wall. My back hits it and there's this sting just at the end if my spine. "Fuck!"

"What the fuck is your problem?!!" I scream straightening myself up. But he's stepping closer. The heat inside me is rising.

I walk up to him trying to talk it all out but instead he pushes my shoulders back again. But this time I manage not to trip and fall and I push him away running to the exit but its locked.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Nick? Leave me alone. What did I ever do to you?" I mean this is so absurd. I didn't even say anything to him. What does all this even mean?

"Its not your fault kid" he shakes his head. "I mean tell me something..?"

"I'm not answering any of your questions. Just let me leave. I have nothing to do with you" I grit my teeth.

"But I have"he nods.

"What is your problem?" He's a fucking psycho. I should go.

"Answer my question and you get to leave"

"What is it?" I roll my eyes.

"Does he like really have sex with you? No offense." He chuckles. He's is really going to get punched like real! He offended me long time back. "You got the ass and stuff but does he even get turned on after what happened with him?" He's laughing. Nobody gets to talk about harry like that. Nobody. Specialty not him out of 7 billion people.

"You don't get to talk about him like that" I'm fast on my feet this time punching at his face smearing his face and it hits the sink and he coughs. "Fucking asshole, nobody gets to talk about harry like that! You understand? Especially you" I kick him at his knees. He bends but he doesn't fall. He straightens up. His cheek has a bruise.

"What'd you do that for?" He touches his cheek asking me that question like he didn't even remember what he just said. His screechy rat voice. I hate him.
The door is locked where do I go?

YouYou didn't answer my question yet" he looks at me like I actually will fucking answer his question. He doesn't need to know anything. Not anything. I'm walking back and forth across the other side of the wall of the washroom. I can hear the running tap from the past three minutes or so and I'm glad nick hasn't yet thought about the revenge thing for that punch.
I feel somewhat dizzy because of all the juice I had because it was too much or maybe I'm just craving because its getting a bit hot inside the washroom with no fresh air.

"Are you going to get the fucking door open or what?!" I shout and it echoes inside the washroom. He's standing there his head hanging low in front of the sink.

He doesn't reply he's just shaking his head. What the fuck is he doing I need to go out before harry gets to know whats happening here. He's going to be disturbed. He's been anyway a little out of his head lately.

"I sometimes think how my life would be different if we were together" he chuckles sadly at the end. What the fuck? Is he going to gave an emotional meltdown in here in front of me? And who is he really talking about?

"And how both of us would have an apartment together..ahh I wish" he deep breathes exhaling loudly and then turns to look at me.


"You get to do that don't you..live with him in an apartment and all?" He's walking towards me.

I walk back away from him and my back hits the tiled wall. Shit. He's still walking.
And why is he even talking about him and harry..Harry hates him so much he's never going to acknowledge him for whatever good or bad reasons.

"Are you and harry some kind of ex lovers?" I had to ask him while he's trying to cover up the space between us.

"Nope. But we could be" could be? The way he's saying, then David Beckham and me could've been ex lovers. Could've been right? He's so close to me if he took a step he'll be in a hands distance from me.

"You mind staying a little..." I gesture my hand between us. He ignores my words and steps closer.

I can feel the air stopping between us. What the fuck? I should be running away from him right now. His hand takes a hold of my shirt at my waist. What the hell I hold his wrist tightly pushing him away but his other arm pulls my shirt out from my pants.


"Stay away asshole" I shout at his face pushing him back but he doesn't budge. He's strangling me at my waist and this is when I panic. "Move away fucking..." His hands go under my shirt when all I'm trying is to push him away but it fails. He isn't moving. He stumbles a little but he's still there touching my skin with his rough hands.

"I don't think Harry has ever touched you this way? Has he?" Harry will never force me into something. Never.
What the fuck is he doing I need to run away from here. I need to run away because his hands are fucking travelling up my abdomen fuck I need to leave, I to need leave. He's not touching me I should leave why am I still here?. Why aren't my feet moving?. Why do I feel the heart is gone its on the floor crying from inside just like I am right now?. Why aren't i leaving? My heads hurting more than it should be. Why aren't my feet moving from their place. Why aren't my hands forcing him away. Its so fucked up what's happening why is this guy touching me? The twisting of the door nob drifts my attention and nick slows down but my already beating heart is pounding so bad my head hurts my burning skin needs a cool warm water or even a calmer touch would do because the guys hands are moving away from my body and I feel the goosebumps stand erect in there places . I feel the hands straightening my shirt and then patting my burning cheek lightly.


The twist of the door knob begins to make louder twisting noises and there are knocks. And voices or just a voice I can't make out because I can't even hear myself right now or make out what just happened. I'm dead where I'm standing because even if I'm not I know I am.

I hear footsteps walking to the door and opening it and the there is voice which is loud but then gets low and there are two guys entering and I don't even want to know who they are I just want to go away. My feet cooperate this time and I slow on my feet but I'm walking I know that. I think I just walked out the door of the washroom and I'm heading downstairs into the old chatter was going on and is still going on and its filling my ears. I don't know where I'm heading to but I'm walking towards the exit. I want to leave. Even if I don't find harry I'll take a cab and leave I can't stay here anymore. I couldn't even if I wanted to stay here and wait till harry finds me.

"Louis!" My ears prop up as I feel my name being called out and there's a hand on my shoulder. "Where were you hiding? I looked around everywhere" the hands cup my cheek.
Fuck, its Harry.

"Har-ry?" I look up finally into those eyes worried. I think my senses just returned from the short trip. "Harry!" I sigh my hand reaching the hem of his shirt.

My heart hasn't stopped pounding yet but its calmer than before. Just because I know I feel safe around him.

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