Torn Apart || Larry

Daisies

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Louis held the flowers tight, trying to hide his shaking hands, his heart beating rapidly and loudly, his breath caught in his throat and so did his words. His blue eyes trailed their way back to the familiar green eyes, now looking coldly back at his. He clutched his hands into fists, placing the flowers back at the table.

"Hey Louis."-Harry said, his name rolling strangely in his tongue making Louis heart grow tighter.

"What are you doing here?"-He half whispered not breaking the eye contact with Harry, his eyes now becoming glassy.

"Returning your visit of course."-Harry said sitting at the rolling chair in front of the big mirror, still facing Louis.

"My what now?"-Louis said playing it cool. He had to keep his act up...just a few more days...just until he was finally free from the last contract ever to be signed by him...

"I know you came at my last concert Louis. Niall told me."-Harry said, even though Niall had told him nothing.

"Niall told you? Niall didn't even know."-Louis asked, wait did Niall tell him about the contract.-"Wait did he tell you about the contract?"-He said fear filling his ice cold blue eyes, making them look like a deep ocean of storms.

"What contact are you talking about? The one with Syco?"-Harry said, and he saw how the hope that once filled Louis eyes vanished. The one with SIMON, he wanted to scream at him.

"Oh-"-Louis said heartbroken although it was better this way.

"Doesn't explain why all of a sudden you jumped back into my life Louis."-Harry said once more spelling Louis name in the weird strange way he did.

"I didn't jump back into your life. It happened once wont happen again. I am sorry."-He said looking down at his hands. He loved Harry too much to see him like this. Broken.

"And that fixes everything! Right!"-Harry said his voice becoming deeper. Louis hated when his voice rang like that, it made him flinch and send a shiver down his spine.

"I am sorry."

"And?"

"Nothing...I am just sorry."-Louis said still looking down.

"Look me in the eye Louis."-Harry ordered.

"I can't! Look it's better for both of us if we keep our distance. So Harry please leave. They must not see you here. Please."-Louis begged his voice going lower.

"Tell me and I'll go. What did you tell Niall that it made him go all soft on you? And why did you give Zayn a letter from your mother to bring it to me? After 4 years! Why do you come in my shows Louis! Why!"-Harry asked grabbing Louis by his shoulders gently to not hurt him just to make him look him in the eye.

"What letter? I did not give Zayn any letter. Harry stop attacking me."-Louis said feeling overwhelmed by Harry's touch. He wanted to lean in the touch, hug him and kiss him, tell him everything...but he had to be patient. One more time, he had to say no.

"Never-mind. I never knew you where that desperate as to sent me an apology letter saying it was from your Jay..."-He was cut mid sentence by a really quick slap.

"Don't you dare bring her name into this Styles! She considered you as her son, when you didn't even show up at to her funeral!"-Louis said angry not knowing why he showed up after 4 years rambling about a letter his mother had supposingly sent him.

He was angry, although he loved Harry and he would had never slapped him, he had reached the line, and that line was Jay...-"Get out! Don't talk to me, if what you are going to say are a bunch of bullshit just to brake my heart even worst that it already is!"

"It's not lies!"-Harry said recovering by the unexpected event that shocked him.-"You were the one who left without an explanation and than you're the one who shows up at my converts, I won't let you come in without one Tomlinson!"-He said holding his cheek softly, his eyes becoming soft and teary, he moved away from Louis and headed out.

Louis closed the door behind him, he slowly slid down, breaking into tears, just like the day he had left Harry 4 years ago. He wished his mother was there, to hug him and tell him it would be alright. To play with his hair as his head sat in her lap, or wipe his tears and kiss his forehead, he missed her endlessly...he missed the old days, he missed Harry...He missed being happy!

Little did he know everything had just started, and what was about to come was just the begging of a huge story, that one day would become a history. And happiness was just around the corner, he just had to reach out for it and be patient.

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