safe haven │ larry stylinson

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Louis' POV

"You said what?!" Lottie exclaimed and Louis ran his fingers through his hair.
"I'm such a dick, Lot" He bit his bottom lip and stopped walking around in his hotel room. He sat down and looked at the screen in his hands.
His sister was looking at him as if he was out of his mind. Well, he had been.
"For once I agree" She shook her head. "What the fuck were you thinking, Lou?" She frowned and looked at him, had even stopped getting ready and put her lipstick aside.

"I- I just freaked out.. I mean- Look at that man. He's perfect. In every fucking way. He's gorgeous. He's kind. He's caring. He's Harry motherfuckin' Styles. Everyone loves him. And who am I? Nothing. A no one compared to him. I don't deserve him. I'm imperfect in every way, you know that. I smoke, I drink. Fuck, I curse. I don't deserve him one bit and I know that. I'm prepared for him to realise that. I fucked up so many times and he forgave me every time. But someday he will realise that his love isn't enough. That he deserves more. So I just- when I heard them laughing I just...lost it. I got so jealous.." He rambled and tasted blood on his lip.

Lottie looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "Have you ever thought about how others see you? Louis you've got fans too. You're enough. You're perfect in your way. Harry is in his. And that man loves you. You're the dumbest bitch ever for not realising that. He forgives you because he loves you. He won't forgive much more, but he loves you so much"
"I love him too, Lottie.."
"I know. I can see that. Maybe you should show him that. You really need to make up for yesterday" She grinned at him and he sighed.

"How am I supposed to do that? We can't do anything outside" He shook his head.
"Are you kidding? You're in fucking LA in a luxury hotel. And you can't come up with something to do? Late night date? C'mon Lou, move your ass"
"Will do" He smiled at her, already feeling better. "You know, you're so much like Mum sometimes.."
Lottie smiled back at him, sadness in her eyes.
"I miss her so much.."
"I do too, Lot. But she's here. In all of us. I can see so much of her in you and the girls"  He smiled again and ignored the heartache he felt.

"You're so much like her too. You don't realise that, Lou. But you're her now for us. You're there for us. Always. Let us be there for you"
He nodded slightly and continued biting his lip. "I'll try to figure something out, I promise"
"Do that. I got to go now. But we'll need to talk about you and him soon. I can't stand that you're keeping this a secret because of us.. We need to talk about that"
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm trying, Lot. Now enjoy the party. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do"
"You wound do so much more than I would"
"Probably. Love you" He grinned and caught her kiss before turning off the phone, his head now filled with different thoughts.

He picked up his phone again and looked at the screen. 4.28PM. Harry would be gone for at least the next hour. Without thinking too much about it, he picked up the hotel phone and called the receptionist.
"Hello Mr. Tomlinson. I'm Sophie. How can I help you?" A light voice answered.
"Hi, Sophie. Would ya mind sendin' me up two bott'les of champagne? And straw'berries n stuff?" He asked casually, not paying any attention to his accent.

"Excuse me Sir, would I mind what? I didn't understand, I'm very sorry"
"Oh it's alright love. Don't worry. Would you mind sending me up two bottles of champagne and strawberries and stuff?" He repeated, this time as clear as possible.
"Of course, I can do that. What exactly do you mean with 'strawberries and stuff', Sir?"
He chuckled nervously, not even knowing what he wanted exactly. "Um..just fruity dessert? Is that possible?"
"Of course. I will take care of that. Would you like to have dinner in your room as well? For two?" She asked and he grinned.
"Actually, yeah. That would be great. Can you take care of that too?"
"Yes. Of course, I will do that, Sir"
She asked him about what he wanted to be exact and they planned it together.