This Is Not The End | Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Louis is not sure how they ended up here. This was everything that they had wanted in the beginning. Everything. But things got so fucked up, so fast. One second, they were kids who had a dream and the next second, they were stripped of their freedom. Their lives aren't real anymore. They are all forced to play a role, play a character. They had to be the best actors possible. Sure, Louis can do that. He dabbled in acting during his school days. But how do you pretend not to love someone? How can you pretend that someone isn't your everything? That the man with unruly curls and captivating green eyes doesn't consume your whole being, your every thought, and haunt your dreams. Louis is currently in bed, with Harry wrapped in his arms and he is watching Harry while he sleeps. His eyes are closed, little snores emit from his mouth in small puffs, a bit of drool is collecting on the side of his lips, and his hair is all over the place and going in all directions, and yet, Harry is still the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on.

"Louis? How long have you been up?" Harry asks, in his deep morning voice and snaps Louis out of his thoughts.

"Not long, love. Go back to sleep," Louis says, while he gently pushes Harry's curls away from his eyes. It's only 7:00am and Louis wants Harry to get some more rest. They had a long day of interviews yesterday.

"Okay," Harry says softly, before he lets sleep consume him once again. Louis wishes he could fall asleep like that, but sleep doesn't come as easily to Louis. They have a meeting with management later in the afternoon, and apparently, they have a big announcement to make, and that is never good news. It's always more and more stunts. More lying, more pretending. Trepidation takes its course in Louis's body. He knows there is no point in stressing about it because he is just going to drive himself crazy. He knows that whatever management has planned is going to happen no matter what. They signed a contract with the devil. A contract that lasts a whole decade. A whole decade of their lives dedicated to a fake image. A whole decade of their lives stripped from them. Just the thought of that enrages Louis. He can't be out with Harry or be seen with Harry at all, and he has to keep his distance in the public eye. They had broken up a few times because of the pressure but it never lasted because they could never bear to be apart for long. It's almost as if they had a magnetic pull to one another. Every time they are in a room together, they can't help but gravitate towards each other, and even the smallest touch can appease one another. This kind of connection, this kind of love is the kind that you read about in fairytales. You can even call them soulmates, but that doesn't even do justice to where they begin and end, because they are so much more. Because there isn't a world where Louis and Harry aren't meant to be. He knew that from the first moment they met. He would love Harry for the rest of his life. He knew it. He can't imagine a world where he doesn't love this man. They were too young and naïve to know better than to sign away their lives, and to that end, they didn't even know they were signing away their lives.

Louis closes his eyes and tries to shake off the feeling. It takes him a bit but he just manages to fall asleep for an hour, before he is up again and decides to make breakfast for Harry. He slowly and carefully slips out from under Harry. He bends down a bit to softly caress Harry's cheek and give him a soft kiss on his forehead, before he heads to the bathroom to wash up. Louis takes a look in the mirror and cringes. His hair is a mess and the bags under his eyes are huge. He can tell that he has lost a bit of weight. His face looks slimmer and his cheekbones are a bit sharper. They have been pushed beyond their limits lately. Their days are booked with interviews and various promo. Louis quickly washes the sleep off his face and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. Out of the both of them, Harry is the cook, but Louis can manage the bare minimum. He can make a proper English breakfast. So that's exactly what he does. He fries up some eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, and bread. In the midst of frying the eggs, Louis feels arms around his waist and a kiss to the back of his head.