Bullshit. (Larry Fan Fiction)-[COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

A/N: Sorry there are a lot of big words... I had two tasks: to update and study for the vocabualry part of my english final... so i combined the two and used almost all of my vocab words in this chapter! I hope you like it!

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Chapter 8:

The days with Taylor seem inordinately endless. Every time I go out with her, our dates feel arduous to me. They drag on and on, forcing me into a downward spiral, only relieved when I get to spend time with Louis.

I only have about two days left with her though, and then I’ll just be awaiting a fantastic break up song from her.

Everything without Louis lacks in humor. Interviews are no longer comical and we never manage a good laugh without him.

We are not One Direction without Louis Tomlinson, as a band we are at the nadir of our career.

On occasion Taylor comes to see me while I spend time with Louis. Although I appreciate the gesture, it really bothers me. I know she only means well, but I feel as if she is intruding in on our life.

She doesn’t seem to understand that our relationship is only a publicity stunt, and a failed one at that.

* * *

The next two days pass slowly, but surely, and now I get to break up with Taylor Swift. This should be fun.

            Luckily, she sets herself up unknowingly for the perfect excuse to break up.

“Hi Harry!” She says, her heels making an obnoxiously loud noise as she walks into the room.

“Hi Taylor.” I respond, lacking any emotion.

“What’s wrong?” She tries to sound like she cares, but I can tell she doesn’t.

“Louis… it’s just… I miss him so much…” My voice lowers and cracks a bit.

“I really don’t understand why you care so much.” Her face is completely serious, and her voice sounds selfish and complacent.

“He’s my best friend, of course I care!” I practically shout at her, my voice scurrilous and bellicose.

“Well you spend so much time here, I’m beginning to think you don’t care about me at all!” Here comes the drama queen in her.

I try to calm her down and sound sincere so I don’t end this on a bad note. “I do care about you Taylor, it’s just that I care about him too, and I know if it were me in that bed he would be doing the same. I’m sorry that I can’t give you the time you deserve Taylor. Maybe we should just end this for now, and if we run into this situation again we’ll know that it’s right?”

“I think you’re right Harry, like they say, if you care about someone set them free and if they come back to you then it was meant to be.” She got up from her chair, kissed me on the cheek, and left the room.

Well, that went better then I expected. Now I don’t have to worry about Taylor, or having to spend Valentines Day with her.

If only Louis was awake so I could do something really special for him…

2 Days Later- Valentine’s Day afternoon: Harry’s POV

The days leading to now were completely negligible. I have literally done nothing but sit in Louis’ hospital room. The media is adhering to finding out Louis’ condition, and becoming quite disconcerted because they had no new information. The paparazzi incessantly attempt to question me, without first think of the ramifications. On one of my few walks home for fresh clothing, Paul confiscated and destroyed 5 cameras, and even if he hadn’t I would have evaded them and remained taciturn.

Now I’m sitting in the chair next to Lou, lacking my usual gregarious behavior, placing the balloon and teddy bear that I got him as a Valentines Day present on the other side of him. 

            I had no idea what to expect. I thought that this Valentines Day was going to be awful, only because I’m cynical and pessimistic. I certainly hadn’t expected what was about to happen, however.

            As quickly as I had been satiated in my seat, Louis’ heart rate began to speed up to an anomalous pace. It was unfamiliar because his heart rate was so slowed before. Louis’ eyes began to flutter open as I took his hand, and he drew a breath as if he were a neophyte to the world.

“Boo Bear!” I screeched, no longer needing to put on my calm and happy façade.

Louis flinches, obviously haggard from just waking up. “Hazza!” He whispers, as ardently as he can.

“I’ve missed you so much Lou!” I quiet down a bit, trying to calm down.

“How long has it been?” He asks, obviously confused.

“A couple of weeks…”

“I’m so sorry Haz!”

“It’s not your fault Lou! Not even close! Don’t worry!”

“But knowing you, you’ve been sitting here for the entire time!”

“You would do the same…” I comment towards my stalwart behavior.

“This is true…”

“I’m going to call a nurse Boo!”

And with those words I dash into the hallway of the hospital, attracting the attention of the nurses who know me to be very quiet and melancholy.

“What magical pony brightened your day, Harry?” One of them asks, jokingly.

“Louis’ awake!” I cannot even try to hide the ridiculous smile on my face right now, because absolutely nothing could bring down my mood.

I had my Boo Bear back, and in 2 weeks, the entire world would know how much I love him.