Larry one shots

Girl Crush

Summary: Harry loves Louis but Louis is dating Eleanor and Larry isn't real. Sometimes it gets too much for Harry to handle.

Trigger warning: I  want to make this one sad so yeah I suppose it will be heartbreaking

Harry's pov:

And here they were again. Holding hands, kissing, cuddling, whispering, being the cute couple everyone loves.

And me? Sitting next to them in a car, trying not to gag and break into tears at the same time. I don't want to sound harsh but I just don't like Eleanor.

When you see a boy you fell in love with with another person, it hurts. Since the day we met I knew I wouldn't get him out of my mind. Then we were put in the same band and I couldn't help but fall for the blue eyed boy day by day. Depper and depper. For almost three years.

And what happened next? He introduced me to Eleanor. His girlfriend. Oh how I hate it.

You're probably asking why I haven't told him about my feelings yet. That he must likes me back like it's in those Larry fanfiction. You wouldn't imagine how much I want them to be true.

When I came out to Louis as bisexual back in the X factor house I asked him about his sexuality. And yes, he's straight as rod. He even said why would I asked him that. That he couldn't imagine having something with a boy.

The memory brought tears to my eyes just like then. I remember crying myself to sleep. 

"We're here boys" I snapped out of my thoughts as Paul said we arrived to our hotel. Thank god I have my own room today, maybe I can try some writing.

We stepped out of the car and headed to the entrace. I got a room on floor four and Louis with Eleanor are next to me. I hope they won't be loud again. (an: ew ew ew)

We separated our ways and went to our rooms. I find my bed and emmediatly lay down. It was a tiring day.

As I'm about to close my eyes I hear it again. "No Louis, not today" she giggles "Oh c'mon Eleanor but okay if you really don't want to we can cuddle and watch your favourite show?" I hear Louis reply. "Okay, lay down and I'll bring snacks." "Okay babe,I love you" "I love you too"

And that breaks me. Those three words I wish Louis would tell me instead of her. I break down crying.

What does she have that I'm missing? Is it her long hair? Her smell? The way she touches him? Why can't I be like her so Louis can love me? I bet you could taste Louis on her lips. Why am I never good enough!? I can't do this anymore. 

I grab my diary and start scribling down lyrics I can think about. If I was her, I would have Louis all for myself. He would be telling me he loves me. He would be cuddling me and I would finally sleep peacefully. 

But no, I have to be a person in this stupid body. Body and person Louis doesn't and will never love. Person he doesn't think about. I bet he's always thinkig about Eleanor and that makes me think about her as well.

I reach for my guitar and start strumming notes to my lyrics, trying differnt chords until it all suits perfectly together. 

And then, within 30 minutes, the song is finished. I won't play it to any of the boys nor try to put it on the next album. No. This song is like my own curse. When I'll play this song, it will remind me that I will never be Louis' and he will never be mine.

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Louis' pov:

I move to see El asleep, leaning on my shoulder. I hear a guitar over the wall. It must be Haz. Why is he playing a guitar at 11pm. I get up to tell him to stop. El has light sleep and I don't want her to wake up.