Larry Oneshots

I Just Wanna Be Your Man

Short description: It's 2020, 5 years after they started the Hiatus. Harry moved on when he and Louis stopped their relationship in 2015, but Louis still misses him, even when Harry starts dating a woman they argued about when they were together. But what's going to happen if they meet again?

Songs for this OS:
I don't wanna see you with her - Maria Mena
Drivers license - Olivia Rodrigo 
Happier - Ed Sheeran
Already gone - Sleeping at Last
Two Ghosts - Harry Styles
The last time - Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody
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(Louis Pov)

Louis stared at his mobile phone, eyes filled with tears. He saw it just a few minutes ago, but when he fully realized what it meant, his whole world broke down. He held the phone in one hand as he shivered, tugging at his hair. He knew that it was going to happen, that he had to face it at some point, but he thought he was prepared for it. He tried to avoid crying. He hated it, the burning feeling in his eyes, the dryness afterwards, the throbbing headache. He only cried two times in his life. When his mother died and, three years later, his sister. So why did it happen now, of all times? Louis let out a dry, nearly choked sob, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from his phone screen. The headlines were cruel, and they were everywhere. The internet was full of them, even though the event took place just two hours ago, according to the media. 

"The new couple of Hollywood: Harry Styles and Olivia Wilde spotted kissing!"

He read the article again and again, hoping it would turn out as nothing but a nightmare, but he knew it was reality. He always knew that they weren't meant to be together forever, but it fucking hurt seeing the love of his life with someone else. 

After some time, he eventually calmed himself down. At least on the outside. He checked his phone and realized that he had two missed calls from Liam. They stayed in contact, even after the hiatus and right now, he was very thankful for that. He called back and Liam answered after seconds. "Hey Louis, did you see the news..?"
Louis nodded, but quickly uttered a raspy yes after realizing that Liam couldn't see him. "It's horrible, to be honest. I know I should be happy for him but, you know. It still hasn't changed. I still love him too much for my own good while he forgot me. He forgot all of us", he added the last sentence with reproach. Liam sighed on the other end. "I'm sure he didn't just forget us, maybe he's having a tough time too and she helps him through everything?"
Louis snorted. "How could he have a bad time right now? His albums and singles are peaking literally everywhere and he is the new angel of the industry." 

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He spent the rest of this horrible day on the couch, trying to process what happened, trying to remind himself that he should be over Harry, and should have been over it a long time ago. But he couldn't help himself. He knew it was fucking pathetic and some people would probably laugh at him, but he wasn't over their relationship and he doubted that he would ever get over it. He lifted himself up, feeling like shit. Slowly, he shuffled to one of his bathrooms, splashing cold water to his face. Louis felt more alone than ever. His house was completely empty except of him, not even Clifford was there, he was currently at his sisters house. But until now, there was still a little bit of hope inside of him that, maybe, Harry missed him as much as Louis did. Turns out, he was wrong. Anger welled up in him and he clenched his hands around the sink. He really wanted to hate Harry. It would make things so much easier. But he just couldn't. He would always love the curly haired boy he met ten years ago, with every fucking cell in his body. And the worst part was, that Harry didn't.

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Three days later, at an award show

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The last days since the relationship between Harry and whateverhernamewas got published, were rough. Louis shut everything down completely. He walked around in his house more dead than alive, only outside when Lottie checked on him and brought Clifford back to his place. Unfortunately, the paps spotted him and got some really bad pictures of him. His hair messy, eyes still a little bit red because he cried damn much these days, clothes disheveled because he really couldn't care less. Basically, he was a fucking mess. But now he got over it. At least on the outside. His mind though, was still circulating around a certain curly haired guy who was still omnipresent in his life. 
Now, he was at his table at the venue where the show was held, waiting for the winners to be announced. It was still in the acceptable time frame to be fashionably late, so he didn't really react to the people walking in. But suddenly he saw a familiar person standing with their back to him. He froze, his hand stopped mid-air as he was reaching for his glass. He gulped, staring at the tall figure in front of him. The one person he tried to forget over the last days. His gaze remained on Harry, who quickly noticed it and turned around. Fuck. Louis quickly looked back on his table, trying to put up a pokerface. But it was too late, Harry already noticed him and walked towards the table. Lord.. please have some fucking mercy. "Hey Lou, long time no see, right?", he asked, his voice sending shivers down Louis' spine. He looked up, hating that he was so much smaller than Harry, that Harry looked perfectly fine, hating everything about this fucked up situation now. He got lost in his thought but realized quickly that Harry was still waiting for a response. "You lost the right to call me Lou long time ago. But yeah, you're right Harry, long time no see. How is it going? Everything's fine with your girlfriend?" The last sentence came out a little bit sharper than he intended to say it. Harry was taken aback by his anger, but even after five years he quickly got a hang on what made Louis upset. Right now, he hated Harry for that. He didn't want to appear so vulnerable every fucking time. He just wanted to scream at Harry for everything he did to him. Harry was taken aback by his harsh words, but he quickly got why Louis was upset. Even after five years. Even after their breakup. "Lou-", he quickly stopped himself, biting down on his lip. "I have to go now, Olivia is waiting for me. But please can we talk about this later?" Louis laughed coldly. "I don't think there is something we have to talk about, Harry. You moved on, I get it." He stared at Harry, the hurt in his eyes slightly visible. "But I haven't. I just don't want to talk about it. And least of all, with you." 
Harry wanted to respond something, but some people Louis didn't know approached him, and quickly roped him into a conversation. Olivia came too and wrapped one of her flawless arms around Harry's. His stomach churned and he wanted to throw up violently on the pristine tablecloth in front of him. Why couldn't they just go away? But no, they continued talking beside him, as if their sheer presence at the event wasn't painful enough. He eavesdropped involuntarely, listened to Olivia's rambling how happy they were together and all that shit. 
"Yeah, we're really glad we found each other, she's the love of my life. I couldn't be happier."
Louis heard Harry's words and decided that it was enough. He doubted he would win the award he got nominated for anyqays, so why should he continue forcing himself to act like everything was okay? He stood up, walking away fast in the direction of the exit, feeling Harry's gaze like daggers in his back. He pushed the large door open, quickly escaping into the cold air outside. He felt the tears well up again but this time, he fought against it. For a while, he just walked through the empty street, trying to get that heavy feeling off his chest. After half an hour, he heard noises and in the corner of his eye he saw a fairly large group of Papparazzi running towards him, shouting his name. Fuck. He started to walk faster, nearly running now, until he felt large hands grip around his waist and pull him into a dark alley. "What the f-" he couldn't continue talking as one of the hands pressed over his mouth. But he didn't need to say anything. Louis hated to admit it, but as soon as he smelled Harry's familiar scent he relaxed. The man behind him realised that he wasn't as tense as before, he turned Louis around to face him and whispered. "Please don't yell at me Louis. I saved you from the paps right now so please just listen to me." Louis clenched his jaw, ready to throw everything he had to go through in the last 5 years at Harry. But then he looked at the pleading eyes, remembered how they used to look at him with nothing but love and adoration in them, and hesitated. Louis leaned back, crossing his arms. "You wanted to talk? Go on then."
Harry blinked, he clearly didn't expect Louis to give in that fast. But then he just nodded and started with his explanation. "Y'know, when the band split, I also cut ties with Modest, trying to find a less homophobic label, even though we weren't.. together anymore." His voice trembled a little and Louis nearly gave in. But then he remembered. "What..", his voice cracked. He coughed and started again. "What about Olivia? The love of your life?" He couldn't hold back the bitterness in his trembling voice. Harry looked down to the ground. "The new management wasn't as... understanding as I thought. They forced me to stay in the closet and to cut contact with you. At.. At first I thought it was better this way. Better for you, to move on. It hurt so fucking much, Lou", he cried out, stepping in Louis' direction. But Louis kept him away. He couldn't stand another heartbreak so he had to keep his distance. "Do you fucking know how much that shit hurt? You were gone. And I needed you! I needed you by my side when everything.. started to happen. My mother left, my sister left and you didn't even try to contact me! I was fucking alone!" Louis started to scream now, letting out all the pain that bundled up inside him the last days. Harry started crying too, his sobs ripping Louis' heart apart. But he couldn't give in. Not now.
He took a deep breath, straightened his posture and looked at Harry. "Are we done? I think you still have to go to an award show." He paused, not sure if he really should say what he was about to say, but then he just let it out. "And you know what Harry? I loved you so fucking much, with every goddamn cell of my body. But right now.. There's just fucking hate."
Harry broke down crying, begging him to stay, but Louis turned around swiftly and walked in the direction of his home. His mind was racing and his knees were weak. He already wanted to run back to Harry and just hug him, reassure him that he'd always love him, but that wouldn't be fair for both of them. Harry had still his girlfriend and Louis would probably never let go if he really went back. So he just walked faster and shut out the noises around him. The cold feeling of loneliness crept inside his body, a sharp contrast to the burning, hot tears that started to form in his eyes. Finally, he could see the security gate of his house and typed in the code with shaking hands.