Larry Stylinson - One Shots (boyxboy)

[17] Different

You don't know how sorry I am! I haven't updated in so incredible long! And I seriously don't have a reason for it, so I guess I'm gonna update again really soon, maybe even today. Let's see.

It isn't the same story like the one one chapter prior, but it has something to do with vampires as well. ;D

Oh, and a little warning!!!!!!:

It's sad, really pretty sobbing-ly sad!

Harry is finally together with Louis, his best friend. And of course not everything is perfect, but it nearly is. Even though he has a hard past and he is insecure about everything he does. But, what happens when he realises a few quite weird things about Louis and then suddenly finds him with red eyes and fangs? What happens when Louis scares him so much he runs away? What happens when Louis tries desperately to win Harry back? Will everything be like before?

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Harry's POV

"N-no, we- we can't," Louis says with tears in his eyes as he pulls away. We were about to kiss, but how could I be so stupid and believe he loves me too? I mean he obviously has a crush on this Eleanor girl. He hangs out with her more often than with me, his best friend!

"O-okay, I understand," I whimper, holding back my tears and pressing my lips to a thin line, while standing up. I don't know what should keep me here, I mean Louis doesn't like me back, so why would I stay? I don't have anyone else. My mom and dad kicked me out, when they found out I am gay and Gemma, well, we sometimes text, but we don't really talk anymore.

I don't have friends, I have Lou, but I doubt that he will want to stay in contact with me after what just happened. I can't blame him though. Who would want to be friends with me anyway, I am not worth it. I don't understand how he could stay with me for this long.

I run out of his flat and drive to the park, it's, like, the only place where I feel... comfortable. I don't like home, I don't even like to call it 'home' it's a small dirty flat with a kitchen I barely use and a bedroom where I sleep and a living room with a small TV and an old couch.

I sit down on one of the swings and cry. I've cried often these past weeks, the only thing that made me smile again was Louis, but he's gone now too. Why do I have to be so dumb? Why did I have to lean in, brushing our lips together? I hit my own head for that, when I hear someone's voice behind me, "Hey... don't do that, Haz."

I quickly turn around to be meet with piecing blue eyes looking with worry at me. "L-Lou?" I ask unbelievable, why would he come here? Why would he run after me? And how? He doesn't have a car, so how could he come here so fast? "What- what are you doing here?"

"You ran away, crying! Of course I would run after you!" Louis says as if it's the most normal thing. He wraps his strong arms around my small body, pulling me on his lap on the swing. I hide my face in his chest, grabbing Lou's t-shirt tightly, not wanting to let him go.

He didn't gave up on me! I really am relieved, but why did he do that? Why would someone not want to lose me? I close my eyes and let more tears fall, soaking his t-shirt, but all he did was hold me even closer and whisper thing in my ears, that made me blush.

Things like 'I would never let you go' or 'don't cry, Haz, someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry' or 'I am here for you, love, forever'.

After a few minutes I pull away and look at him with my probably red and ugly green eyes at him, whispering "B-but I am not beautiful." At first he just stares unbelievable at me, as if he is in shock and then I can see his eyes water.