Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 32

A/N

SHIT IS GOING DOWN IN THIS CHAPTER!!

But seriously, I've legit been planning this chapter since before I started writing.

SO YOU BETTER LIKE IT!

That is all.

Enjoy.

Love you!

P.S Dedicated to @play_in_traffic because she is an awesome person and made me fall out of my bed because of her comments.

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Liam's POV

In all honesty, I was starting to get worried.

According to Harry, Louis was very rarely affectionate with him at all lately. The tour had ended a week ago, but Louis's moodiness hadn't.

It was really weird. I'd witness him walk up to Harry and gently hug him, and as soon as Harry tried to kiss him, Louis shoved him away quite aggressively.

Harry had come to my flat multiple times, distraught, begging me to tell him what he had done wrong to make Louis like this.

I couldn't tell him.

I didn't know.

The only thing I could do was promise over and over again that Louis did love him and that it would get better. I didn't know if Harry believed me or not, but it usually calmed him down.

It drove me crazy seeing Harry so puzzled and scared. The poor lad was terrified Louis was going to break up with him or start fighting with him again like they had before they were even friends. Harry had fallen hard and fast and I was worried for him. You could easily see just how deeply in love he was with Louis.

I'd tried talking to Louis, but he hasn't been much help. He had simply shrugged and said he was just as confused as everyone else as to why he was so moody lately.

If I hadn't known first-hand that he had a penis, I would have sworn he was PMSing. That was exactly how he was acting.

I personally thought that he was letting himself get scared again. Louis had a history of lashing out at Harry whenever he started feeling uncomfortable with their relationship. Louis was horrible at sitting down and calmly talking about things. Instead, as he had proven multiple times, he just picked on his boyfriend without reason.

I was driving Harry to the studio where we would start recording our new album. Louis had apparently left early for some reason.

Harry was curled in my passenger seat, dead asleep. When I studied him, I noticed he looked tired. Faint bruise-colored markings under his eyes told me he hadn't been getting much sleep. He was probably stressed out over the situation with Louis. And in another two weeks, we were doing another mini-tour, but it was to Australia. We never got much sleep on tour, regardless of how long it was.

It had been about a month or so since Louis had started acting weird. Harry was driving himself nuts, practically dissecting their relationship to find out what he did wrong.

I tried to tell him it wasn't his fault; Louis was just an arse sometimes and he would get over it. I couldn't understand how it could be something Harry had done.

Harry had never done anything to harm their relationship. He was patient, understanding, forgiving, and loving. He was the perfect boyfriend. It made me a bit angry that Louis was taking advantage of that.

One of these days, he'd push Harry to far and Harry wouldn't be able to forgive him. I couldn't imagine what Louis could do to make Harry even try to hate him. Louis was practically a god in Harry's eyes and he could do no wrong.