Divorce | Larry Stylinson

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On court hearing day morning, Louis woke up with a headache, drinking alcohol one night before the divorce wasn't a good idea. He took the painkillers and went to his wardrobe to choose something to put on, he chase a bit oversized suit, and went downstairs to make himself some coffee, still wearing pyjamas.

On the other side of the London, Harry was getting ready to go out. He's had a lot of people, who supported him - Anne couldn't be there because of the pandemic, but all his close friends, who knew Larry was real, texted him a lot of messages full of love, even Louis' sister - Lottie, supported him, she openly said her brother behaved like a dick, ignoring all the love Harry gave him.

But there was just one person with him in his house. Gemma, his older sister. She was with him during the wedding, and, although he told her not to mind the court hearing day, she was too stubborn to let her brother go all alone through the divorce.

She knew it was really painful for Harry. Lottie told her, Louis started regretting sending the papers in the moment he threw them into the mailbox next to the local post office. She knew it, she believed Lottie, and she decided to keep it as a secret. Her brother didn't need to know this fact to be alive. So it was unnecessary.

They chase him the outfit he was wearing on his manager's wedding. It was a black Gucci suit, with white  shirt made of lace, flared pants, but there wasn't a tie - ribbon was on its place, tied in a bow.

"Are you ready?" Gemma stood behind Harry, putting her hands down on his collar bones, and then laying her head on her right hand. She looked in the mirror and cached her brother's glare.

"Ready like I've never been before." his voice seemed exhausted, like he could cry in every moment.

"C'mon, let's make that bitch jealous as fuck." she laughed. He frowned his eyebrows and stepped away from her.

"Don't call him like that."

But Louis didn't have anyone to help him, he agreed for everything to end like this. And although he didn't want to lose his husband, he's had nothing to do with it after he sent the papers. He could go to Harry and try to explain what happemed.

And what would he say? 'Uhg, it wasn't supposed to arrive to you.'?

He knew Styles wouldn't believe it, he was always great in interpreting everything. He was too smart for it.

Louis looked in the mirror one last time. Memories were in every corner of this house. The first one they bought. Together.

He looked at his reflection in the glass, he imagined Harry was there too. When they used to go out at similar time, and they couldn't leave at the same time, Harry always stood behind Louis back, wrapping his strong arms around Tomlinson' waist, resting his head on Louis' collarbone. Louis didn't have problem, not even when younger man's hair were tickling his cheek bones. He loved it. Then, they usually had a kiss, but not like a pecky one, more like a short, but passionate. After that, Harry whispered 'Love love love, I love you, Lou. After all these years, I'm still in love with my Lou.' then he used to answer him, but that's not so important. And in that moment Louis figured out, he almost forgot his husband's voice. He blocked him everywhere, as an artist and as a private person - his music didn't show up in suggested records on Spotify, he couldn't see Harry's posts and tweets. At that time, he was sure, he wanted too get things done and forget about all the years he spent with Harry.

But driving to the court, he wasn't so sure about that. As usual, his lost his luck, in the moment he needed it the most. As he was getting closer to the center of the London, the traffic got worse and worse.

"Fuck I'll be late." he whispered, he felt his eyes started filling with tears. People in the car on the afiacent lane. Two girls and one boy. They could be about twenty. The guy looked at Louis, patted girls' arms, they all turned their face towards him.