LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis' POV

My eyes land on the chop suey kept at the dining as Gemma comes out of the kitchen holding a bowl in her hand.
"Its smells so good" I tell her.
"Yeah. But that's not for you. You're supposed to eat healthy" what? That is not happening. I'm not having the chop suey? I smell the chicken in it. What am I supposed to have then?

"What no!! Chicken is healthy" I growl. I'm having the chicken.

"You are having this" she keeps another bowl in front of me. Ew. The smell stinks.

"Its spinACH!" I scream "no I'm not having this."

" what's the matter? Why are you whining? " I hear harry from behind he sounds a bit.... upset?

"She's feeding me spinach" I tell him as he takes his seat.

"So what's to whine about that.?" He looks at me like he doesn't know.

"What?" I ask him. He's still eyeing me.

"Cmon have a seat" he says as Gemma walks into the kitchen again.
I huff and I take a seat in front of Harry while Gemma seats herself adjacent to harry and I. Gemma walks into the kitchen and comes back with two bowls and keeps it at the table just in front of me.
Believe me I want to puke.

I make a gag sound smelling those ugly looking thing and slide my chair a little back.

"Don't you act like a 10 year old now. Cmon you are 23 for some reason" harry looks at me serious and all I do is roll my eyes and not look at him. He's all acting up like my mom thingy. And I totally don't like it.

"Come on Louis. Please will you?" Gemma speaks as she serves herself the chop suey and harry starts to serve that fucking boiled spinach with nutrella and asparagus on my plate. I want to fucking puke. That smell. Urgh.
"This much is fine"I say in disbelief and how just a minute before all I wanted was to go on my knees for harry and right now all I want is to knee him on the crotch.

"I want a little chop suey too" I say almost mumbling not caring it to be loud enough. Maybe they'll hear me.

"What?" Harry looks at me.
"I want a little chop suey too" I repeat a little louder and all I get back is a smiling Harry.

"Let me see you finish that first" he points at it.

"Now I see you fucking acting like a 89 year old granny" I spit.

"Uh huh. Language. Please. OK you'll get a spoon full. You'll finish that." he agrees at once. That's like my boy.
"Harry-" Gemma begins but is cut off when they silently converse amongst themselves and I don't even care about that.

All I care about is the chop suey.
I begin with the tiny bites at first then nibbling. A bit of gagging. I could've vomited but harry would've made me swallow that so I didn't do it.

The rest few minutes were silent except of my escaped gag voices. I really didn't want to do that because of the death glares I had been getting from Gemma and harry. They both look the same.

"Umm harry after we've finished hand me the prescriptions I'd like to have a look" she says and my head snaps up.
"What? No!" I squeal. I sound like a hyena all of a sudden

"What?" Harry snaps at me. I gulp down.
"What is the problem now?" She asks me her fork almost falling onto her plate. She like looks tiredly at me.
"Er.. I mean..nothing. Just that you can't have the prescription now"I say again not looking up.

Gemma looks at me weirdly almost wanting to stab me. "Why so??" She asks.

"You're not just getting it. I gotta have a look.... I mean I need to make some changes." I say taking in a bite.

"You can't do that. That's not right" harry looks at all confused and I know why.

"Yeah seriously. What's going on?" Gemma looks at me and then at harry and then back at her plate.

"That's none of your business." I say almost irritated with the food on my plate and with all the clarifications I have to give.

"What do you mean its none of my business?" Gemma sparks up angrily. She continues slamming her fork down."its my business. I've been roaming around you guys buzzing like a bee since I've entered this house and now I gotta run around you like your mums for your pills and all I get is its-none-of-your -business?" Shit. What did I do. I didn't mean that.

I look at harry guilty of the words that escaped my mouth. I seriously didn't mean that.

"I didn't mean that. I'm sorry" I say looking at Gemma but she's fuming with anger.

"Relax Gemma. Calm down. I'll talk to him" he says and looks at me and I gulp.

"What's the matter? Why creating a fus? Its just a prescription. What's the big deal?" He asks me calmly.
"Can I talk to you privately. Later" I almost whisper. I feel so disgusted now.

"OK" he nods. "If that's what you want" he stuffs that asparagus into his mouth.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that" I say again and she rubbing her forehead almost taking the last bites off her plate.

"Its fine. I didn't mean that either" she says as she gets up from her chair.

Harry has finished his plate of spinach and I still have it. I hurriedly stuff it into my mouth not trying to vomit all of it out. And I succeed. I don't want to angry Gemma anymore. She's been so kind.

She's inside the kitchen doing the dishes I feel guilty. I can help. Well I don't really go forward like that. I'm a very shy kind of person when it cones to this.

"I- I'll help. I can do the dishes" I tell her courageously.
"No its fine" she shakes her head. "I'll do it. U take rest"
"Not a problem" she says and and sighs. "You sure?" I ask her again as Harry is standing near the fridge taking out a water bottle.

"Yeah" she nods and is actually washing off the last plate.

"OK"
Harry walks out off the kitchen and i follow. I'm sure he must've gone to the room.

Harry enters in and I do too.

"What's the matter?" He turns around immediately.
I'm a little taken aback coz suddenly harry turns around and I'm all like what. Let me breath.
"Oh yeah...I was worried over the fact that why did the doctor prescribe you sleeping pills a-and some stuff?" I blurt out.

"I don't know. That. Ohh..I'll check. I don't know. Doctors now prescribe anything they want to uhh I don't know really..why would he like. Why?" He's stuttering all of a sudden and that's strange. It looks like all the colour from his skin just drained out.
He picks up the file from from the night stand which was kept under my specks. "He didn't do that before. Why now?" He sits on the bed mumbling stuff. And I'm standing there not sure.
"He's been prescribing you medicines before?" I ask him. Like as in for what he said. I don't know.

"Yeah. Just vitamins and stuff" he smiles. what was there to smile?. It's strange the way harry is behaving all of a sudden. Its really strange. Because there are medicines on his prescription which are allowed to patients who have certain symptoms. Its weird he doesn't know why he's been prescribed such meds. A doctor cant just prescribe something and not tell the patient about it.

"Are you sure?" I ask him. I'm still so confused over this. I mean why? I only know this because my mum has been a nurse for almost her lifetime and we used to do such research over some medicines which she was curious about.
"Yeah?" He turns the pages in his file trying to find something.

"Harry I'm concerned you have been prescribed some medicines which are not available without prescriptions and those are the ones which worry me. Do you really know why you are being prescribed those?" I blurt. I want to know. As he looks at me, he gulps down all the color on his face fading and he looks nervous but helpless still.


"Yeah I know.." he begins and I can see he's trying to help himself speak but making him nervous was not what I wanted.

"It-its just that some I've been having since childhood so I really don't care if he prescribes me some more--" he laughs. "But its fine if he's adding more to the list. I trust my doctor" he shrugs smiling weirdly at the end .

"Ohh okay" well that's all I say in my head but I'm still troubled with one thing more.

"And one more thing" I say as harry stands up immediately picking up my file too.

"You smoke?"

"A little bit. Once in a while." He does not look up.
"Okay" I shrug and walk to the bed.

"Well one more thing." I begin as he is closes the files.

"Yeah?" He brushes his hands through his curls and now is when I've realized his hair has reached almost shoulder length and he looks gorgeous.

"Who was the one to- I mean tell doctor my height?" I ask him.
"Your height? I don't know. Maybe they wrote it themselves. Why is it printed wrong?" He asks me "Huh yes" I nod.
"Well what's your height then?" He ask opening my file to the prescription page.

"Guess?" I ask ask him..let's see what he says.

"5'6" ?" My face goes blank. Even him. Why. Oh my fucking gawd. What is wrong with him.

No.

"They've printed it 5'5" that's wrong? " he continues and all I want to do is slap my forehead.

"Nooooo. I am 5'9" " I tell him the facts. All correct.

"Are you kidding me?" He asks almost laughing.
"Harry--" I snapp at him my eyebrows creased.

"What?" He looks at me giggling.

"Its the truth. Get it in your head" I say firmly.
"Weren't heights supposed to be marked when your flat on your feet and not tippy toes?"

"That's correct. But I may not look 5'9" but I am" I am almost mad inside and all I want to is punch him with pillow but I can't I don't have the energy and he's already hurt bad at his waist.

"OK" he is giggling as he walks towards me.

"Yeah. Get that in your head" I nod my hands folding at my chest.

"I believe you" he whispers into my ear as he walks past me out of the door with the files in his hand.
I lay back in my bed thoughts still occupied around Harry over those medicines. I need to know its eating me up. Well I asked harry and he's not at all comfortable and he doesn't want me to know. So I guess it's OK. But no. I want to know. Fuck. My head is hurting. I should sleep but I won't sleep until I know what's wrong.

Harry returns back to the room and I'm on the left side of the bed.

He sits on the bed slowly laying down on his other side so that he doesn't hurt himself on the stitch side. He turns off the lamp and I guess he's going to doze off.

"Well Harry you know.." I begin and he turns his head towards me.

"Yeah?"
"You could've trusted me with dressing your stitch thing. My mom's been a nurse all her life and maybe she still is but I've helped her a lot with it and I guess I knew how to do it" I shrug and his face falls down.

"Oh" is all his mouth escapes but he turns away again an expression of regret covering his face and goes off to sleep. I switch off the lamp in disbelief and try to go off to sleep my self but its hard. I'm taking rough breaths right now because I still am not at all comfortable sleeping with my swollen choked wind pipe.

I'm trying to take breaths from my mouth but its just not helping. I turn to my other side not facing his back.

There's some fidgeting going on behind me. I guess its Harry turning this side or maybe he just needs something.
I don't know if he'll ask me if he needs something. Because you know it would be fine if i could help him but he certainly never asks me and thinks it just troubles me. Though it will but i would be so happy to help him throughout his pain. I'll be certainly happy if he shares his thoughts himself with me. He just doesn't want to. I sigh again and take a deep breath.
Its getting a bit difficult to breath. I feel suffocated.
And under the duvet I feel the body shifting towards me as his feet travelled on top of mine. His arm slides under my arm tracing my warm skin under my tshirt feeling it rising up and down and all I do is flinch again as his soft skin rests on my stomach. He nuzzles into my neck breathing deeply and I follow. My breath hitches as he places a simple yet a wet passionate kiss on my shoulder. I feel my lips then turn into a smile as he kisses me again at the same spot.
He shifts more closer and I can feel his stomach against my back and I can feel his soft breaths on my neck and I can feel his nose touching my shoulder. His warm skin holds me tightly and I don't feel my breath breaking anymore. I can breath comfortably under his touch and I don't know what I did to deserve this.

My hand travels down on top of his and intertwining it perfectly on top of my stomach. I can feel his body loosening a bit but he's still stuck to me and that's all I want.

He kisses me again and my heartbeat quickens suddenly. It was unexpected but I like it. His hold gets tight and i'm drowning into something deep and I want to stay in it.

I push my body backwards sticking to him close. I don't want to be saved from this drowning pleasure. Those warm lips against my flushing skin feel like rose petals against fire and its magical the way his lips burns holes in my skin.

My head dips into the pillow giving him space and he nuzzles in more not stopping. The burning effect it is having on my skin is sending me to places I've never been and no matter how much i try to compose my self I know its difficult and all I do wiggle under his touch.

My eyes are shut tightly not trying to open them because I don't want to miss this feeling and what if this is just a dream? What if I'm just imagining it. No. I'm too scared at the moment and I want to stay in the pleasurable moment of Harry's lips on my body. That's all I'll ever want.

Notes

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