Larry smut/fluff

Perfect

perfect ~larry stylinson~

Summary:

Sometimes it's not always good to leave someone alone. Or assume someone is going to be gone for too long.

Notes:

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Work Text:

                       "Leave the band already, you're a horrid singer."

                      "You're so ugly. One Direction doesn't need you."

                      "Didn't you want to be a solo artist in the first place? Do it! All the fans would be glad you're gone!"

                      "You're such a manwhore! I bet you've been sleeping around and making Louis feel like trash. You're horrid!"

                      "Do us all a favour and hang yourself already. Nobody needs you."

                       Thousands of cruel, heartbreaking words filled the ears of the curled haired boy. It felt as though thousands of little needles kept jabbing at his heart, willing him to just end it all already.

                      "Worthless."

                      "Stupid."

                      "Ugly."

                      It hurt, all of it. Those foul words caused so much pain for one single boy, and it felt as though nobody liked him- not even his boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. Of course, nobody knew they were together. Management forced them to keep the secret behind bars. Only another amazing reason. He couldn't even show off his boyfriend to the world, to show how Louis was his and his only.

                      Kind of impossible when your boyfriend is on a date with his beard, known as Eleanor Calder. Long, torturous hours of waiting for the cerulean eyed boy to return and cuddle Harry to him, where he truly belonged. It was though they were one; understanding to each other's needs and how they feel. It was nearly impossible to pass by Louis with a small smile without the brunette coming to his aid, demanding that he explain the matter to him.

                      Of course, it was a different story each time.

                      "Nothing, I fell."

                      "I just finished watching Titanic."

                      "Allergies."

                      "Louis, I'm okay. I'm just not that upbeat today. Cuddle me?"

                       Almost every time Louis would believe him. Other times, he'd know exactly what was going on. It made Harry feel guilty each time. Of course, the only thing Louis actually knew was how much Harry was hurt by all the words fans spit at him with venom.

                       What he didn't know, was what he did to himself when he heard those words.

                       As in that moment, it felt as though the perfect time to harm himself now that Louis was out of the flat. He wouldn't come back for hours, seeing how he'd just left.