Larry One Shots

You're Supposed To Be Mine

Prompt: Hello:) Could you write a one shot about Larry and the whole ‘Haylor’ thing?

Pairing: Larry Stylinson

Warnings: Angst, not a happy ending, Language

BY:  http://sassmaster19.tumblr.com

Harry’s P.O.V.

I walked into mine and Louis’ flat. It was strangely silent. He must be asleep, I thought to myself. I had just gotten back from the club with Taylor and Grimmy. We had a lot of fun.

“Louis? You here babe?” I yelled through the flat, but receiving no reply.

I walked up to our bedroom, to see that the bed was perfectly made. Where the hell is Louis? After about 20 minutes of searching, I still couldn’t find him. I walked into the guest room, to grab an extra blanket, when I saw a sight that absolutely broke my heart. 

Louis was all curled up, wrapped in blankets, with the laptop on his lap.His eyes were rimmed red from crying and he made a choked noise when he saw me.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I rushed over to him, extra blanket forgotten.

“Just leave me alone, Harry.” He never calls me Harry. Never. Not even when I broke up with him for a week, because I couldn’t stand seeing him and Eleanor together.

“Lou, babe? Please tell me what’s wrong.” I pleaded.

“Harry, just leave me the fuck alone you cheating bastard.” He told me, then proceeded to get up and storm out of the room.

I tried to follow him, but by time I made it down the steps the front door was already slammed shut.

I crumbled to the ground, and the tears were falling freely down my face.

Louis’ P.O.V.

“LIAM! OPEN UP, PLEASE.” My voice was cracking as I banged on Liam’s door. It took him a minute to answer considering it’s 4:00 am.

“Louis, what the hell- Oh god. What happened?” He said, concern written all over his face. He pulled me inside and into a hug.

“Har-Harry acts like he is g-going out with Taylor a-and I don’t know w-what to do, Lili.                I-I don’t think that he l-loves me anymo-re,” I told him, in between sobs.

“What do you mean, Lou?” He questioned, so I handed him my phone and showed him the article from Sugarscape.

‘Harry Styles and Taylor Swift were spotted together buying cheeseburgers (the food of love) at The X Factor USA last week, and today The Sun has even more gossip about the couple’s date. 

“Harry turned up at rehearsals to watch Taylor. She delayed it 20 minutes to wait for him. He was sitting with her mum, Andrea, and she seemed won over, too. After Taylor finished, he picked her up and carried her to her trailer,” an onlooker told the paper.

“They were holding hands and flirting all day. They had matching chains on and queued up together to get their lunch from the catering truck. It was all really sweet.”

We love that they queue.

Harry and Taylor were close to becoming an item earlier this year, but Taylor was left heartbroken after pictures of Harry snogging model Emma Ostilly in New Zealand emerged.

An insider told The Sun: “It was a big deal her inviting him to the show with her mum on Thursday. It was her way of showing she is ready to trust him.

“Taylor was really embarrassed by what happened and was nervous about giving him another go. But this time, they have spent more time getting to know each other.

“Taylor is very full-on in relationships and falls for people quickly. Harry is being careful, because he doesn’t want to hurt her again. But he’s made it clear he likes her a lot. They have been quietly seeing each other again for a little while now.”’ 

“Oh, Louis. He doesn’t love her, he loves you babe.” Liam told me, trying to calm me down. It wasn’t working.

“What do I do, Liam? Not only is he acting like he’s dating Taylor, but he kissed Emma too. I understand that this is how he feels when I go out with Eleanor, but at least he knows that I am always home to cuddle and kiss him at the end of each day.I mean, he chose Taylor, not Management. Management wasn’t even involved in the entire ‘relationship’.” I told him, tearing up once again. 

“But, Louis, at least they both know that the ‘relationship’ is fake.” He said, reassuringly.

“That’s the thing, Liam. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that Harry and I are in a relationship. She doesn’t even know that he is gay. For fucks sakes, he was spotted getting her a damn engagement ring. I can’t do this anymore,” I told him, making up my mind on whether to stay and suffer with Harry, or be free and a little bit happier without him.

“LIAM! PLEASE OPEN UP THE DOOR, I CAN’T FIND LOUIS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.” Harry yelled through the door.

“Louis, I am going to let him in. Go into the living room I will be there in a few minutes.” Liam told me, his face looked a bit torn.

After about 2 minutes, Liam and Harry came into the living room.

“LOUIS! I thought I lost you forever. I am so sorry for whatever I did, babe. Please. Please. Forgive me.” Harry pleaded, hugging me tightly.

“That’s the problem, Harry. You don’t know what you did. You’re apologizing for something you don’t even realize you’re doing. Do you understand how hurt I am? You voluntarily got yourself a girlfriend. Management didn’t make you, it was your decision. But, do you want to know what hurts the most? What hurts the most is my supposed “boyfriend” flies his ‘girlfriend’ to England and goes out to to a club with her until 4:00 am. Not only that, but you were spotted buying her a fucking ENGAGEMENT RING? I thought you loved me, Harry.. Apparently, I put my trust and love in the wrong person. I spoke my heart to Harry. I can’t keep doing this.

“B-but, L-lou?” Harry said, tears pouring from his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Harry. But, I can’t do this anymore. We can still be friends, but I just can’t trust you enough to be in a relationship with you,” I told him, and went to the kitchen to find Liam, who disappeared during my speech. 

“Liam?” I shouted, finally finding him in his room.

“Yeah, mate?” He said, lifting his head up from his crossword puzzle.

“Could I maybe stay with you for a couple of days. Until I get a new flat? Please, Li? I can’t go back and live with him.” I said, my voice cracking.

“Of course.” He said, pulling me into a hug.

Harry was supposed to be mine. But he wasn’t, not anymore.