one minute before midnight so I still posted today. I'm a boss!
I'm sorry, I had a pool party today and tomorrow I'll be all day on the beach. Have fun reading! I hope tomorrow night ill be able to write!
"Take it back." Louis' face is stern as he looks into Harry's pair of green eyes.
"What?" Harry is confused, really confused as what Louis means right now.
"Everything you just said. Take it back. You can't just tell me that kind of stuff when you are engaged to someone else." Louis bites his lip. From the outside he looks confident and strong, like he doesn't care. In the inside he is a crying baby because he is breaking his own heart by the things he is saying. There is nothing that he wants more than Harry to love him, literally nothing, but only when he is available, which is not.
"Louis, please..." Harry's eyes start to tear and he gives the smaller boy a helpless look, desperate.
"I mean it, Harry. Just go to sleep, we forget this ever happened and we'll act like normal tomorrow okay?"
Harry doesn't answer, he just turns away from Louis, facing the wall and he covers himself with the white cheap hotel sheets.
Louis covers himself up with the blankets as well and his heart breaks when he sees Harry's shoulder shake and make sniffling noses. He starts to feel guilty. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Harry, but the lad had to understand that it isn't that easy. This isn't a romantic comedy where one of the two ex lovers confess their undying love for the other and get back together right after. This is a lot more complicated. Louis is literally responsible for Harry's wedding with another girl. But he can't let Harry cry himself to sleep. In the end it's still Harry and Louis could have sent him the message in a more gentle way.
"Hazza, don't cry please." Louis puts his hand on Harry's shoulder and turns him around so he can look at him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been this harsh. I do mean what I said though. This can't happen, baby. You are with someone else."
"I don't love Taylor like I loved you, still love. We don't click like we do, she doesn't give me these butterflies that you give me by just smiling." Harry's voice is determent as he speaks to Louis, but the wedding planner doesn't take it.
"Harry, you must have loved her enough to propose. You are just saying this now because you two are going through hard times. You had quite some vodka cokes, both of us, and tonight was pretty let's call it eventful. This is not the night to make decisions like cancelling your engagement, Haz." Louis sighs, putting a curl behind Harry's ear.
"I know what I feel about you. Vodka coke doesn't change my heart, Louis. Just be honest with me. How do you feel about me."
"It doesn't matter, Harry. You are engaged."
"It does matter a lot to me! Tell me, Louis. Be honest with me. If you hate me, tell me the truth. If you love me, confess it. Just fucking tell me!" Harry gets more frustrated as he looks into the pair of blue eyes that he has been loving for over six years.
"Does it really matter, Harry? Does it really change a thing if I told you that every time I see someone with curly hair I wish it were you so I could play with it? Does it matter that I want to scream at the grass for being green because it reminds me of your eyes? Does it matter that I can't even drive my fucking bike without thinking about you? Is that what you want to hear? That I'm still madly in love with you even after you broke my heart in a way that I think can barely be fixed? Because yes, Harry. That is the fucking case. I love you, and I really have wanted to kiss you already so many times.
But then you hug me or you touched me and I get pulled out of my dreamworld by the cold metal around your finger that is touching my skin. It reminds me that you have promised your love to someone else and that I'm too late." Louis is crying hard now and his heartbeat is going on an unknown speed.
"It's the most stupid question you could have asked, Haz. Of course I love you. How could you not have noticed?" Louis whispers.
"I love you too, Louis. I want us back. I've missed you so much. I have been thinking about us for so long and.... You are all I can think about Louis. When I see you with someone else I go mad." Harry's hand is on Louis' now as he speaks, making eye contact.
"Can you imagine seeing the one you love being engaged to someone else?" Louis has a watery smile and his eyes are full of tears.
"I can call a taxi, go to Taylor's house and break it off right now. I'll cancel the wedding. I'd do anything to have you." Harry tries to convince Louis to give them a chance, but Louis shakes her head.
"We're both not in the right state of mind. This is a conversation for a time that we didn't finish a bottle of vodka. I want to kiss you, Harry. I want to be with you, don't get me wrong. What I don't want is that we're letting go tonight, I'm giving my heart hope only for you to regret it next morning and our relationship is fucked again. I cannot risk doing anything that might cause losing you. You can't expect I go through that another time. I want to stay in your life, Haz and even if that is in the fucking friendzone I will take it. I just can't bare losing you. I can't handle any regret you might have by kissing me now. I'm not going to break up an engagement for nothing. If you have thought about it good enough, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, Harry if you don't push me away..."
"I'm not going to force you or anything. I'm not going to kiss you because it would make you feel uncomfortable. Just know Louis Tomlinson that this is only delaying the inevitable. I want you, I choose you, I love you. And maybe later you will see that. I'm going to prove to you that I know exactly what I'm talking about." Harry cries and Louis hugs him.
"I secretly hope you can but if that's not the case, it's alright. Be happy, Haz. That's all I want for you. Now turn around, you're still the little spoon right?"
Harry blushes and nods, lying down on the bed with Louis' arms around him. He is going to prove to Louis that this isn't a phase, that this isn't because things aren't going smooth with Taylor. The only reason he is doing this is because he loves Louis and he always has.
And he is going to find a way to cancel that wedding without hurting people too much.
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Plan it or ban it? [Larry Stylinson]
Fanfiction"I feel sorry for your pathetic gay ass, you know." Harry says as he lights up his cigarette, burning holes into the side of his wedding planner's head with his eyes . "Always arranging everybody's wedding, knowing you'll never have that yourself." ...