One Direction - Shameless (Larry Stylinson AU)

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  • Published: 24 Mar 2013
  • Updated: 18 Dec 2013
  • Status: Complete
Louis has run away from home. He meets Harry, who turns out to be a pickpocket. Harry invites Louis to the place where he lives and asks him to be one of them.
Later on Louis finds out Harry wants to be more than friends and being a pickpocket isn’t as easy as it seems.

Inspiration fundet hos den danske film Bora Bora.


8. Chapter 8.

Harry sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning, eating breakfast. He was thinking about last night, when suddenly Louis walked in the room. Harry looked up and smiled, but when Louis got eye on him, he stopped up, turned around and walked out of the room again. Harry stood up and walked after him. Louis hurried up the stairs with Harry right behind him. “Louis please, stop! Let me explain” Harry begged, but Louis ignored him and walked into his room and smashed the door behind him. Harry could hear him lock it, from the other side. Harry sighed and knocked on the door. “Lou, please, let me in.” Louis didn’t answer. Harry knocked a few more times on the door, but still no reply. Harry let out a resignedly sigh and slighted down the door.
After a few hours with still no response from Louis, Harry decided to go back to his own room. He sat down on his bed and found a booklet and a pen in the drawer next to his bed. He breathed out and started to write what came to his mind.

“People say, we shouldn’t be together,
too young, to know about forever,
but I say, they don’t know,
what they’re talking about
cause this love, is only getting stronger,
so I don’t wanna wait, any longer
I just wanna tell the world that you’re mine boy”


Harry took a break and breathed in. He looked out of the window and closed his eyes for a minute. He breathed out and opened his eyes again. He looked down at the paper and continued writing.


“They don’t know about the things we do”

he wrote as he thought back at the time on the lake.

“They don’t know about the ‘I love you’s’”

he thought about the countless time they’d said that to each other.

“but I bet you if they only knew..”

Tears started stream down Harrys cheeks,

.. they would just be jealous of us”

Harry sniffled.

“They don’t know about the up all nights” 

He wrote and thought back on the first time the shared bed and how he kept Louis awake, with a little smile on his face.


“They don’t know I’ve waited all my life..”

a tear dropped down on the paper, and Harry wiped his eyes

“.. just to find a love that feels this right”

Harry looked up with tears in his eyes and looked out of the window. He breathed in, sniffed and continued writing.

 “Baby, they don’t know about, they don’t know about us”

He read it through. He shook his head, tear out the page and crumpled it up. He threw it away, sat back in his bed and let the tears stream free.
About an hour later, Harry decided to go downstairs to the piano. Somehow he had easier to relax when he played piano. He sat down and slowly started to play. It was a song he once learned to play, but he didn’t know all the words, so he just mumbled the words he knew along, while he played it in a slow piano version.

“There’s nothing where he used to lie,
my conversation has run dry,
that’s what’s going on,
nothing’s fine I’m torn”

The tears started to stream down his cheeks again.

“I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel,
I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor,
illusion never changed into something real,
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn,
you’re a little late, I’m already torn”

He didn’t knew the following words, so he just played along.

“I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much,
there's just so many things that I can't touch, I’m torn”


He stopped and covered his face in his hands. He really didn’t know what to do about all this.


In the meantime, Louis had sneaked out of his room and down the hall to Harrys room. The door was open and when he saw Harry wasn’t inside, he sneaked in and looked around. He saw the crumpled piece of paper lying on the floor and picked it up. He read it through and tears came to his eyes. Suddenly a crying Harry was standing in the doorway and looked surprised. Louis looked up quick and looked shocked at Harry. He looked quick down at the paper, and then started to walk against Harry to get out, but when he was bout the pass him, Harry stretched out his arm and stopped him. Louis looked annoyed at Harry and tried to get past him by souse under his arm, but Harry took a grip around his shoulders and moved him so he stood right in front of him, looking him directly in the eyes. “Louis listen to me” Harry started. Louis looked away. Harry shook him gently. “Look at me!” Harry said with a raised voice. Louis looked annoyed at him, and looked down again. Harry sighed. “Look, it wasn’t what it looked like, we didn’t..” “You didn’t what?” Louis interrupted. “Kiss? What the fuck was it then?” Louis shouted and tried to get free of Harrys grip, but he only tightened it. “It was her kissing me! I didn’t have the time to react before you stood behind us. There was nothing behind that kiss!” Harry tried to explain. “It looked quite intense to me” Louis mumbled. Harry looked resignedly down and tears came to his eyes. Louis shook his head and got free of Harrys grip. He walked past Harry and out the door. He walked down the stairs. Harry turned around and followed him. “Where are you going?” He yelled after Louis. “Outside” Louis replied short. “But..” Harry ran down the stairs to try and catch him up. Louis went out of the front door and walked in the direction of the tree house in the yard. He suddenly felt a grip around his wrist and looked back. “Why won’t you believe me?” Harry asked. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” Louis asked annoyed. “Because I love you” Harry said certainly, pulled Louis in to him and wrapped his arms around him. Louis tried to get free and started to push Harry away from him. It didn’t work so he beat his fists against Harrys chest instead. “Harry let go off me!” He said with a raised voice and tears started to come to his eyes. Harry only tightened his grip around him. Louis tried one more time to push Harry away and it succeeded him. Harry looked resigned and wounded at Louis, who turned around and walked the last way to the tree house, climbed up the rope ladder and shot the hatch behind him. Harry walked over to the tree house, but stopped at the rope ladder. He looked at it with tears streaming down his cheeks. He clenched his fist and smashed it against the sturdy tree. He felt the pain, but he didn’t care. He sat down on the earth next to the tree and covered his head in his arms.

Up in the tree house, Louis looked around. Harry once showed him it and they had spent the night up there, but now Louis was there alone. He sat down on the couch and took a deep breath. He felt something in his pocket and picked it up. It was the paper with the song Harry had crumpled. He read it through again but stopped halfway, crumpled it and threw it away. He stood up and walked over to a wall, where there were hanging a lot of pictures. Harry told him, the once they were up there together, that those was pictures of boys and girls who had lived in the house. The next day they had hung up a picture of them two together. He was now looking at that picture. He picked it down and sat down on the couch again. He looked at it and tears started to stream down his cheeks. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes, still holding the picture in his hand, still crying. Only minutes later he fell asleep.

He woke up again hours later. It was dark outside and he could hear rain hit the roof. He stood up and looked out of the window. It was raining and also a bit cold and windy. He looked down. Harry was still down there, sleeping up against the tree all soaked. “Idiot” Louis mumbled to himself and shook his head.  “He’ll get sick if he doesn’t get inside.” He thought to himself. He crawled down the rope ladder and walked over to Harry. He was shaking and soaked from top to toe. He woke him up and laid his arm around him to help him back to the house. Harry was still half asleep and didn’t really perceive what happened. Louis helped him up to his room, helped him get off his clothes and laid him down in his bed. He laid a duvet over him and looked at him short. Harry was already all sleeping again. Harry let out a little sneeze. Louis crossed his arms, shook his head and smiled. He turned around and was about to go back to his own room when he heard a noise. “Do you have to go?” Harry asked gently. Louis turned around, he thought he was sleeping. Harry sat half upright, looking at him with sleepy eyes. Louis smiled at him and shook his head. He took off his shoes and lay down next to Harry. “I’m sorry” Harry said gently a little later. “Shh” Louis shushed and moved closer in to Harry. He could feel Harrys cold, moist body under the duvet and he was still shaking a bit. “It’s okay” he continued and looked at Harry. Harry closed his eyes and breathed out satisfied. Louis smiled and cuddled closer to Harry. “I’ve missed you”. “I’ve missed you too Haz”. 



I'm SO sorry I haven't had the opportunity to update, because my computer broke down last week and yeah, just sorry, but here you have the next chapter! Hope it's good enough. It's a bit of a short chapter yeah, I wanted it to be longer, but almost all of my ideas disappeared :(  
Anyway  also a massive thank you to everyone reading my fic! It means a lot!
Maria xoxo


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