Fragile Blue | Larry Stylinson

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It was quiet for a while.

A silence that took my courage away again. When I also saw Harry staring at me with wide eyes, I was done with everything.

What have you done, Louis? He didn't even know you were gay! You idiot!!!

"I-I'm sorry. I-I-I mean y-you-" I stammered, looking desperately down.

"You know, I broke up with her. That's why I run after her. Her belongings will be picked up later." he suddenly started talking.

Now I made big eyes.

"I-I'm sorry for you." I mumbled again.

"No, you're not sorry, I know that. But you don't have to be sorry either. I didn't even loved her properly. Not at all, actually." he shook his head.

And again he was right! I was not in the least sorry. That girl was and always will be a stupid goat.

BUT EXCUSE ME, WHAT!?!?

"You don't love her? But why were you with her then? Why did you sleep with her?" I asked confused.

That made no sense! Harry was never with people he didn't like unless there was a reason for.

"I slept with her because she forced me more or less. She scares me to be honest. And I was with her because I thought I could forget someone who I like. It just didn't work out good, which is not so bad now. Actually, it's not that bad at all." he smiled slightly.

"It scares me because I've never loved like this before. I'm afraid that I might lose this person and I don't know what to do then. This person is just everything to me. My world." I repeated in a whisper.

"Yes, I mean exactly this person. You remembered it?" he smiled.

I nodded, but then I realized something.

Who was that person? Who did Harry love?

"Who is this person?" I asked, this time without hesitation.

"Someone very special. I know them very well and this person knows me really good as well. This person does a lot with me, but it's always something special. I could look at them for hours and listen to their for hours and I would never get bored. I trust them blindly and I know that this person does too. Without them I just can't live  and I won't if they're not there anymore." he told me.

"This person must be miraculous." I mumbled.

"No, this person isn't miraculous. This person is a miracle. Every day." his eyes lit up.

He must love that person very much.  I've rarely seen him like this. But internally, these words broke me although I didn't show it externally.

"If this person is so special, tell her. I get it. Maybe I cannot fulfill my wishes and dreams, but as long as you are happy, I am too." I smiled gently before getting up and trying to get to my room without crying.

"Don't you want to know who it is?" he asked, holding my wrist.

A tingling sensation ran through me.  But this time it was different. It hurted, because I knew it would be the last time. The last time it can feel like that. A tingling sensation.

"Better not. I'll find out one way or another when you introduce her to us." I refused and tried to free my wrist from his grip.

"But I want to tell you. It is important to me that you know." he clarified.

I took a deep breath and gave up. I sat down next to him again and looked at him demanding.

"I love this person with all my heart. I don't want to live a day without them. Not a day too short and not a day too long. I want to fit in perfectly with their life. Exactly when it is perfect, because everything is perfect with them." he began to tell me again. "Louis Tomlinson, that person is you. I fell in love with you. I love you. Only you, Blue"