《Boxers & Panties ~ l.s》)

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HI so another chapter yay! i hope you like it. i think it's my longest one yet! O.O haha but chya!

also... if you really like this story, but haven't checked out my other story wings then.. maybe go check it out?? it's a larry mpreg so if you're not into that then it's cool. but if you haven't already please go check it out. it's completed too. also it's on AO3 if you like reading on there, it's under the writer hipsterlarry. okay enjoy the chapter!

louis p.o.v.

i walk into work the next day sporting a small bruise from where harry struck me.

it hurts just thinking about it.

'oh my god! lou baby what happened?' eleanor asks. she comes up to me, lifting my head and gasps.

i try to hold in my tears, i've been crying all night, i should be cried out by now.

'it's nothing el. just a bruise is all.' i say quietly, my ip wobbling slightly. 'if harry comes in tell him i'm not here please.' i tell her and walk to the back.

eleanor agrees with a small 'okay'

an hour and a half into my shift i hear the door open then hear his voice.

'is louis working today? i really need to talk to him.'

theres a small silence before eleanor speaks.

'no he isn't, but whatever you did to make him upset you deserve way worse than just the silent treatment you bastard.'

i continue to unload boxes and organize the shipment that came in the morning while a small smile comes to my face at eleanors protectiveness.

'i know. um thanks.' harry says and a few seconds later i hear the door open and shut.

'okay what the hell lou? what happened? he looked completely crushed and i know you wouldn't be like this unless it was really bad.' el questions from behind me.

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i pause from my stacking and organizing to take a deep breath.

'he hit me. thats why i have the bruise.' i explain in a small voice. 'i mean. it's kind of my fault. i said some stuff and wouldn't stop yelling.' tears were falling again as my voice trembled. 'i was so angry.' i broke out into sobs.

'oh hun no!' it's never your fault!' el protests softly. 'ugh that bastard. he's lucky i didn't castrate his ass and tape his balls to his forehead right then and there.'

i couldn't help but break into giggles.

'here let's get you cleaned up and distracted with work.' she chuckles.

work ended soon after and i made my way home.

'niall?' i call into the flat.

'living room babe!' he replies.

after taking off my shoes and jacket and throwing my purse to the side i walk into the living room and lay myself onto niall who's watching the telly.

he starts carding his fingers through my hair as i cuddle farther into his chest.

'harry came by today looking for you.' nialls deep irish voice rumbles.

'he came by the shop too.' i mumble. 'what did you say?'

'nothing, just socked him right in the face.' he grins and shrugs. 'probably not as hard as he hits, but he certainly wasn't expecting it. after that he just sorta mumbled a sorry and thanks then left.'

i nod. i feel kinda bad for harry, but i knew he deserved it.

'thanks niall.' i say into his chest.

'no problem. so babe wanna order take out?' he asks.

i giggle and nod.

a week later i wake up at six in the morning, wide a wake and i don't know why. so i go to the kitchen to make some tea.

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at around seven theres a knock at the door. slowly making my way to the door to look through the peep hole i see zayn.

with a confused expression i open the door.

'zayn? what are you doing here?'

he gives me a small smile. he's dressed like he's ready to work. suit and tie that fits perfectly on his body, hair combed into a quiff, and of course his beard and face perfect as usual. 'could i come in? and talk?'

i nod my head and open the door wider, letting him pass.

'would you like some tea? just made one myself.'

'sure, thanks.' he pauses. 'hey lou?' he asks tentatively.

'mhm?' i acknowledge while grabbing a mug and making his tea.

'how're you feeling? after the whole... you know.' he asks.

i freeze just before my hand touches the kettle. i take a deep breath before continuing my task and answering.

'i've definitely been better, but i'm holding up.'

'oh well thats good i guess.' he mutters. 'uh harry. he's been really beating himself up. he's not concentrating. he's been training too hard and he told liam to not hold back when sparing, even when he says stop. lou you have to do something. he's killing himself!'

'well thats good for him then.' i mock.

'louis i know he was an asshole and went way over the line, but please help him, just a little?' zayn begs.

i slam my hands on the counter in frustration.

'NO!' i scream. 'no! no! no! no! no! he doesn't deserve anything from me after what he did!' i spin to face him. 'he'll be lucky to even lay eyes on me in the future!'

zayn is taken aback with my outburst. his eyes wide and mouth agape a little. he composes himself and says, 'at least come to his match. it's--'

'i know when the fucking match is!' i shout. i cover my face with my hands and breathe deeply trying to calm myself down.

'right.' zayn mumbles to himself. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ticket, placing it on the counter and sees his way out.

the door shuts with a click and i slide to the floor with my back leaning against the counter's cabinets.

was zayn telling the truth? he looked really desperate. i don't even know if i was telling the truth. i was dying to see harry again. to jump into his arms and act like nothing happened.

but i couldn't.

not yet.

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