Larry smut/fluff

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This one is fluff:) enjoy it✌🏼✨The next chapter will be smut:))
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Summary: Harry doesn't know why the news of Eleanor and Louis' break-up makes him relieved and happy, it just does.

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Pairing: Larry Stylinson

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff (at the end)

BY: thankspizzaman on archive or our own

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Harry doesn't know why he gets butterflies every time Lou touches him, he just does. He doesn't know why Louis' smile makes his day a little more bearable. He certainly doesn't understand waking up in the middle of the night, flustered because he dreamt of Lou's perfect lips on his own. He doesn't understand the feeling that rises every time she comes over, hogging all of his best mate's attention. Or maybe Harry does know, has been guessing for a while, but is too scared to admit it to himself, let alone accept it. He's forced to face the music, however, when the news of their break-up came and, instead of comforting his obviously distraught friend, he mentally celebrates Lou's new single status.

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Saying night to his other bandmates, Harry opened the door to the flat he shared with Lou and stopped at the sight in front of him. His usually smiling best mate was sitting on the couch, bags under his eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. Glancing warily at Lou, Harry hesitantly closes the door and walks over to the distressed man in front of him.

"Lou, Boobear, what's wrong? What's happened? I thought Eleanor was coming over." He asks, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch Louis was currently residing on. When he didn't reply, Harry gently placed his hand on Lou's shoulder, hoping to offer some nonverbal comfort.

"Lou, answer me. What happened? Why were you crying?"

Louis started, alarmed blue eyes locking with Harry's own jade green ones as if just realizing Harry was there. Harry felt his heartbreak at the overwhelming waves of pain that were crashing in that sea of blue. Harry felt himself drowning in the ocean of emotions, none of them readable except for the pain.

"Hazza..." the word came out an anguished whisper and it was all Harry needed to wrap his arms around the seemingly fragile shoulders of the older boy.

"It's going to be okay, Boo. Do you want to talk about whatever happened?" Harry asked nothing but concern and sympathy for the apparently broken man in his arms.

"I... El, she... she cheated on me. I don't... I have no idea why. I... I read some sext she sent to the other guy... and when, when I confronted her... she, she said... she said it was obvious that she was... a beard... and that she... she deserved to be... to be happy." Louis confesses, almost as if the words were physically killing him as they stumbled on the way out of that perfect mouth of his.

"Louis, Boobear, I'm so, so, so, so sorry. You don't deserve that. You're the most amazing person I've ever had the pleasure to know and Eleanor is a right idiot if she thinks she's found someone better than you. If I... If it were me in her shoes, I'd thank whoever is up there for giving me you. Honest." Harry says, hoping to cheer his friend up.

"The worst part is when I asked her what the hell she meant by her being just a beard, she just laughed at me. She pointed out how I never spent any time with her, that I was always blowing her off for y- for this other person. She said that it was so obvious that even our fans can tell our relationship wasn't real. And I just sat there, thinking it over, and realized she was right, Haz. She was right." Louis replies, ignoring Harry's mini-speech, knowing none of that was true.