Magic (Larry Stylinson)

**NOTE** I need a cover! If you make me one, I'll give you a $10 iTunes gift card. Thanks!

Feelings were arising. Promises were breaking. Secrets were being kept. Friendships were ending. All because of one thing and one thing only.

Harry's new love interest. That slut, Taylor Swift. I never thought much of her. I never really liked her or hated her. But now I know EXACTLY how I feel about her. I hate her guts.

I would much rather my best friend be with Caroline. At least they were happy. Harry's not even happy with her. I can tell.

Joking. He's happier than ever. Why? Because she's around and not me. I'm the most annoying person ever. I hate it. I hate how he and I aren't close. I hate how we only talk when we wake each other up. I hate how the only contact we have is during concerts, only for the fans sake.

Love sucks. I have Eleanor, yeah, but she's not my best friend. I can tell Harry everything. Well, I used to be able to. Now he's always gone to her flat. I just wish-

The flat door opened. I reached over and grabbed a flashlight then made my way into the dark hall. Two shadows were making out. What the hell? I shined a light on them and my stomach dropped.

Harry and.... that THING.

"Ew, I thought you said he wouldn't be home.." Taylor whispered.

I glared at her. "No sluts allowed, get the fuck out."

"I'm a slut? Ha, you're a terrible singer."

"You've had a career for like 6 years and we've had one for 2. We've still had more number one's than you e v e r will." I smirked.

"Only because of Harry's sexy voice." Taylor smiled and crashed her lips onto Harry's.

This was disgusting. I had to leave so they could fuck. Nobody wants to hear her fake orgasms. I snatched my hoodie from the couch and grabbed my phone and car keys.

"Have fun, kids." I said and walked out the door.

Harry is so fucking stupid. She's only using him. Taylor is the biggest cunt on the planet. I hate her!

I kept walking. When I finally reached my car, I pulled the door open and climbed in. I started the car and pulled off towards the nearest hotel.

It wasn't long until I pulled into a fancy hotel. I parked and went inside. The lady behind the desk looked up at me and her eyes widened.

"Oh my god! You're-"

"Shut the hell up and give me a room." I held out my 'emergency only' credit card.

She slid it and typed some things in. Then she handed me a room key and my credit card.

Room 542. I made my way to the elevator and pressed the 5 button. The elevator music was none other than 'What Makes You Beautiful'. And of course it had to be Harry's solo.

DING. It was the fifth floor. I walked out and my room was right in front of the elevators. Sliding my key card through the thing, I pushed the door open.

"Why couldn't they fuck in a hotel?" I muttered.

I closed the door gently, not wanting to wake the other guests. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck them. I'm not jealous of Taylor like that. She's just stealing my best mate! Right?

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as I ran my hand through my hair. It was a text from Liam.

From Liam:

Don't forget about the Weller interview in the morning! x

Seriously? I hate interviews.

To Liam:

Tell the van to pick me up at the Caroling Inn & Suites in the morning instead of my flat.

From Liam:

Did you have sex? What were the rules? Are you trying to screw us up?

To Liam:

No! Taylor was at the flat, and I didn't wanna hear her moans.

From Liam:

Ok mate I understand. Gnight ! x

I threw my phone onto the bed and crawled next to it. Maybe some sleep would do some good. Falling asleep, my thoughts drifted to what I would be doing if I didn't audition for the X Factor.

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"LOUIS! WAKE THE HELL UP!"

What the fuck? I'm at a hotel, who knew? Wait.. Liam did. I groaned and jumped out of bed. I unlocked the door to see an angry Liam.

"You have 5 minutes to get ready! You better hurry. If we're late, it's on you." Liam said.

"Calm down. I'll be down to the van in 5. Byeeeee." I slammed the door in his face.

I hurriedly got changed and grabbed my phone. Less than a minute. I decided to run down a flight of stairs instead of an elevator. Ain't nobody got time for that!

When I made it out into the cold air, Liam glared at me. I was sweating. I climbed into the black van. Everyone else was inside.

"What? I made it in time, right?"

"Yes, but that's not the point." Liam glared even harder.

"What did I do?"

"You were supposed to be ready when we got here!"

"Whatever, I don't care." I shouted.

I don't care about anything right now.

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I know it's short... I hope you liked it! Sorry there wasn't any Larry action.. I'm saving it for the interview! xx

S a v a n n a h :)