if i could fly // larry stylinson oneshots

harry angel

no pov
harry woke up with a sigh, hearing his phone ringing off the hook. he rolled his phone over, ignoring the long rings of the iphone.

finally, after they called three times, he decided to wake up.

"'ello," he questioned the person across the line, desperately wanting to go back to sleep.

"harry! laddie, what have you been doing?!"

niall.

"sleeping, niall! doing what most people like to do without being waken up by their annoying blonde irish friends." "mate, it's 2PM. you and ed hung out last night and you got blacked out, lad. we didn't think you'd make it out alive." "yeah, i have some recollection of last night." "so, you know what happened with louis?"

louis? louis tomlinson? the best friend harry's been in love with since 2010? that louis?

"um, i'm not sure i remember, lad. what happened?" "he kissed liam.."

shit.

"um, i'll, uh, i'll call you back." "promise me one thing, harry." "what?" "don't kill liam?"

what the hell? he tells me the love of my life kissed our best friend and he expects me not to be angry.

"yeah, okay. whatever. bye mate. love you." "love you too."

harry hung up the phone and flopped back down on his bed. he laid there, crying his eyes out. no music, no background noises. just the sound of harry's loud cries bounced back and forth off the walls of his empty house.

the pain wasn't the hurt harry felt because he couldn't have louis. the pain was the understanding that louis would choose liam over harry.

harry got up and took a shower; still crying.
he got out of the shower; still crying.

he looked in the mirror and understood why louis picked liam.

to harry, he saw himself as the followers on twitter saw him. he was the ugliest member of one direction. he was the gay one. he was the bad singer. he was the fat one. he was the one who everyone hated. this was the harry he'd seen in the mirror.

he saw his love handles and almost threw up at the sight, the pain being too hard for harry to stomach. that, or the tequila shots he did with niall. either way, something was coming up.

harry took long strides to the toilet and retched. he gagged and gagged, until the tangy bile rose from his stomach, through his throat, and out his mouth.

harry sat on the ground and puked his guts out until he couldn't breathe. he sat there and heaved until his knight in shining armor burst through the door.

louis sat behind harry, putting his legs at either side of the 6'0 boy, cradling him to his chest. louis sat there with him whilst harry cried, not caring he was only wearing a pair of boxer-briefs. all he cared about was harry.

he kissed his temple and let him go, feeling safe enough to let him go. harry leaned against the wall, tears still sliding down his face. each tear feeling like a flood of fire. fire of fury, and at this point, harry was just angry.

harry got off the floor and started walking to his room, hoping louis would go to his room and they would never speak again. however, louis had different plans.

"haz! wait!"

harry sighed, not wanting to even look at louis. plus, he didn't have a right to get mad at him. louis was a single man. he didn't know about harry's feelings. maybe he did, but if he didn't, he had to be the most oblivious person in the world.

"louis, stop. you can't do this." "do what, harry. what did i do? i'm sorry." "no, louis. i can't tell you." "please harry. i need to know what i did so i can fix it."

harry smiled a little. he cared. he cared about harry.

"louis, are you and liam dating?" "no? hazza, what's going on?" "you kissed him! right in front of me!" "we were drunk! what does this have to do anything?!" "i'm in love with you, you knob. i'm in love with the way you look. the way you smell. the way you talk. i love everything about you, lou. but you picked liam over me. i understand why you did and it's okay that you did. i'm not angry, but i'm hurt because you kissed him and not me. and now i have to blame myself because i'll never be liam james payne. i have to blame myself because you love him, but i love you."

louis gasped and pulled harry into a hug, letting the younger boy cry into his neck. the tears wetting louis' shirt as he let a few tears slip from his cerulean eyes.

"harry. look at me, lovie."

harry sniffled and looked louis in the eyes. louis took harry's hand and led him to the bed because his feet hurt from standing. louis kicked his shoes off and crawled on the bed, harry following in suit. they laid down, limbs entangled. they faced each other, their hot breath tickling each other's faces.

louis reached his hand over and stroked harry's cheek. harry's face subconsciously pushed against the hand. he kissed louis' hand multiple times.

"i love you harry. i love your smile, your laugh. the way your eyebrows wrinkle and wave when you make funny faces. i love the way your tongue peeks out of your mouth when you're concentrating on things. i love your hips and especially your ass. i love everything about you, my harry angel. never be jealous of liam. please."

harry nodded, kissing louis' wrist. louis leaned in and kissed harry on the lips, finally finding his soulmate.

his harry angel.