tattoos and dimples (Larry stylinson)

Harry is just an ordinary boy in college. Somewhat... He's bullied for the fact that's he's gay, and when bullying consist of serious injuries, it's pretty rough for him. Then he met Louis. The misjudged, Punk rocker, tattoo artist with a heart of gold. Harry instantly fell for him. He fell hard. And with Louis bad past, he helps him open up. With a possible relationship with the 21 year old in return.


12. chapter 11

-liam's p.o.v-

Harry was silent back at the dorm. I didn't know if it was out of fear, out of worry,
or just plain old Harry. He didn't end up getting a full sleeve, he just had a half
sleeve up to his elbow. But he seemed really down. Ever since he saw Louis
he's been itching just to get in a mile radius of the parlor. Now it seems like he's
racking his brain to find out why Louis had an breathing attack.

"Harry?" I asked. He was lightly tracing over the tattoo he had gotten which was
wrapped up. Despite how horrified I was of him ruining his precious, clear,
slightly tan, skin, He looked good with the tattoo. It suited him well.

"Yeah Li?" Harry answered dimly. " I sat down on Harry's bed and looked at his,
now 3 shades lighter, green eyes. They seemed gray almost.

"Are you okay?" Harry slowly nodded. I bumped knees with the younger boy
and his eyes locked with him again. "Harry be honest. Did Louis attack upset
you?" I asked. Harry stayed silent.

"It freaks me out. What if Niall wasn't there what would I have done. What if he
died and I watched him?" Harry asked, his voice shaking. I draped my arm over
his shoulders.

"Hopefully, He would've been okay. Don't get to worked up over it. It's just a
'What if' moment Haz. It's scary but it's okay. Niall and Louis know how to
handle it." I cooed. Harry let out a shaky sigh.

"But I caused it and-"

"It's not your fault Harry. You heard what Niall said. Louis had a bad past and
you can't erase the past Harry as much as you want to. Louis anxiety attacks
have nothing to do with you. It's okay." I told him. I pulled him into a side hug as
his head rest on my shoulder.

"So what'd you and Niall talk about on your date?" Harry said into my bicep. I
felt my face flush.

"It wasn't a date. We just hung out." Secretly, well I assumed Harry didn't know, I
wished it was a date. But Niall doesn't seem to be the type of guy who would go
for me anyways.

"Li, you are the worst liar ever." Harry giggled. I ruffled his slowly deflating
chocolate curls.

"Oh look at the cute gay boys! Harry love the tattoo by the way. What are you emo or some sh*t?"

Ryan and his crew laughed as they walked by our open door. Harry's face fell. 

Color drained.

"I'm gonna go.... take a shower." He lied. I watched him with sad eyes as he got
up and moped up to get his clothes from the dresser before he left to the

As he left I noticed he left his phone. The screen lit up and Louis name flashed
across the screen. I picked up the phone and unlocked it with ease. When your
password on your IPhone is your own birthday, your friends might hack into it. I
clicked on Louis message and read it aloud to myself.

From Loubear: Yeah I'm okay. I just wanna be alone I'm sorry.

"Harry never told me he got Louis number." I muttered to myself. I scrolled
through Harry and Louis messages.

To Loubear: Hey, Is it okay if I come over tomorrow morning.

From Loubear: Yeah sure. Hey how Liam?

To Loubear: He's okay. I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow

From Loubear: Alright. G'night

I smiled at the texts. They really would make a cute couple. Although I really
wish Harry didn't tell Louis why I was so down.

To Loubear: Are you okay?

From Loubear: Yeah, I just wanna be alone so-

"LIAM!" My head snapped up from the phone. I jumped up and went out our
room, only to see Harry on the floor with his nose bleeding heavily. I sank to his

"Oh my f*cking God I'm gonna kill them. This is getting really annoying and
ridiculous." I told him. His hands clung to his nose, easily collecting blood.

"Come on, We need to fix you." I told him. Harry shook his head.

"I have to go to the parlor." He spit out. I gave him a confused look.

"Why? That's not gonna fix your bloody nose or-"

"I have to go to Lou-is!" His voice cracked and that's when I realized the tears
falling on his cheeks.

"Harry I-"

"It hurts Li, It really hurts." He cried. I looked at my bloody hands and it hit my his
nose might just be broken.

"Okay, I'll get you a towel and we'll go okay, I promise." I made him stay there
as a few bystanders gave me unusual looks for the blood on my hands.

"MR. PAYNE!" My English professor called out. I turned around.

"Sir I'm kind of in a hurry." I told him. He looked at my hands and his eyes widened.

"Son what is all over your hands? What have you done?!" He asked.

"Sir Harry's hurt and-"

"Well where is the boy? Is he alright?" He asked. I started to jog down the hall.

"He's not alright he's right here and-" I stopped in my tracks and looked at the
blood puddle where Harry was once sitting.


DRAMA OVERLOAD! should i continue the story guys not alot of people are liking and faving, means its not very good :(



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