Love fades but not for you

Chapter22

Things are about to get interesting and someone's about to get fighting mad and beat the hell out of someone (;

3 weeks and 4 days prior to the split, Harry has been a different person. Going out meeting new people so he wouldn't feel so alone. He still hasn't harmed him self, tho he has thought about it but has kept positive
With hisself. He can't help but to think about Louis every so often but Tyler seems to get his mind back on track. Harry and Tyler met at a club called 317 black. They've been hanging out and have had a few sleep overs with each other.
Louis has been keeping busy with his shows. He has severest texts he's typed up but never sent, they are in his drafts for when he thinks the time is right. Only having 17 days or so until he gets to make it back to princess park. Him and Harry haven't had words since the split up. Neither of them know what the other is doing or how they are.

Harry: come on ty, look at how sexy I look in black.
Tyler: black is definitely your color babe.
Harry: every color is my color what the hell are you talking about?
Tyler laughs walking over to Harry grabbing him by the waste.
Harry: hmm manhandling at its finest yea?
Tyler: I'll show you man handle. Tyler kisses around harrys neck. Harry laughs pushing him back. I'm hungry cut the shit out. We've got to go get food.

Standing outside of a restaurant Harry and Tyler order off the sign hanging up st the window. Paps are snapping pictures left and right. Harry hasn't had paps follow him in a while. Getting annoyed he shakes his head and stays looking at the ground.

Harry: fucking hell , I'll be blasted on the internet in seconds. We've got to get the food and head home ASAP.
Tyler: why?
Harry: unless you want to be swarmed and attacked by hormonal females, it's the best suggestion.
Tyler raises his brows in surprise.
Harry: yea very horny and hella crazy over me. Harry laughs.
Grabbing the food they head back to the house.

Louis ends his show with fire works and thank yous. Exiting off stage he Gets into his dressing room, flopping down onto the lounge couch. Chatting with some of the band, they all go silent making things awkward.
Louis: what the hell lads. Louis raises his arms.
They look at each other, back at the phones then back at Louis. Louis knits his brows together watching them.

Louis: is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on or just keep looking at me like I have a fucking third eye.
Member- you should probably get on your phone and see for yourself tommo.
Louis reaches in his pocket and turns on his phone. Clicking on the Instagram app. His eyes go wide, his hand covering his mouth seeing the first post on his insta. #tarry #wheresLou #hyler with a picture of Tyler's arm around harrys waste.
Louis: wha- what is this? He looks around for someone to answer him.
Member- maybe you should ask him. Call him. The shows over.
The band leaves the room leaving Louis to have privacy.
Louis hits Harry number on contacts, holding it in front of him for a second while it rings.

•Harry- why are you calling me?
•Louis- is it true? Louis says with a small crack in his voice.
Harry: is what true?
Louis: it's all over the internet Harry, don't sit and act like you don't know. Is it fucking true hazza.
Harry: I told you lou, I wasn't doing this anymore.
Louis: Harry... please don't fucking do this.
Harry: does your heart feel like it shattered? Like all the pieces are glass falling to the Pitt of your stomach?
Louis: worse. So much worse.
Harry: now you know how I lived for 2 years.
Louis blinking as the tear streams fall down, staring at the wall. Hearing a dial tone he drops the phone letting it fall to the floor.
Louis runs out into the hall. The members gathered around the door with management, the all stop and look at him.
Louis: I've I- uh I have to go.
Management- what? No, you're not doin this again Louis.
Louis:I said I'm going, i quit.
Management- you're breaking contract Tomlinson.
Louis: Fucking sue me then! Louis throws his arms out.
Louis: I'm leaving.
Louis storms out of the building, driving to the hotel he pulls in and tells the front desk to go and get his things from his room. They pack it out to the car, paying them he pulls out, tires squealing leaving marks from the tires on the road heading to the air port booking an emergency flight. They get him booked and loaded on the plane. Louis lays his head back hoping he can calm down but when he closes his eyes he keeps seeing the picture over and over again of Tyler and Harry. He gets his phone out and scrolls through the feed on Instagram. Seeing #s over and over again. A few catching his eye more than most. #NoWeWantLarrystylinson #WeNeedLarry #LarryOrNothing #Hazza&BooBear. Seeing the dissing threads makes him smirk a bit.
Louis pulls up Imsg going to harrys name.

* Louis- that prick better be gone when I get there.
* Harry: huh? Why would you come here?
* Louis: an ass whopping is coming his way.
* Harry: shut up would you. You're not even here.
* Louis: I'll be there at 5am. Bet your ass.
* Harry: what are you even on about lou.
* Louis: I'm on a flight. Nobody's taking you from me. I'll fight through fucking fire and hail for you.
* Harry: you better not come here with those fighting hand Louis.
* Louis: already on my way babe.

Louis ends the putting his phone back in his pocket.

Harry looks at Tyler.
Tyler: what. He raises a brow.
Harry: you may want to leave. Harry shrugs
Tyler: and why would I do that exactly?
Harry: because if you're here around 5 am your ass is going to be grass.
Tyler: the hell are you talking about?
Harry: you... are... going... to... get... your...ass...whooped.
Tyler: by who? And why?
Harry turns away looking at the grounds with a small smile on his face, his fingers under his finger.
Harry: Louis.
Tyler laughs in amusement.
Tyler: that little ex of yours?
Harry: he may be little but I promise you, you don't want to fuck with him. Harry turns back facing him with raised brows.
Harry: I'm not shitting you at all, he will fuck your world up and not give two shits if you're near death or not.
Tyler: it's 3 in the morning Harry. I can't leave this late. My roommate is asleep and gets pissed if I wake him this late.
Harry: your choice but don't say I didn't want you.
Tyler: oh so you're just going to let him fight with me then?
Harry: if you think for one damn second I'm goinganywhere near him while he's about to whoops ass you've literally got no brains at all mate. That mother fucker dosent see shit when he fights. He blacks out... that's why i said to leave. He will literally almost kill you and not know it.
Tyler: he may not even be that mad, maybe he just wants to talk and see what's going on yea?
Harry laughs. No no no, you don't know Louis. When he says he's about to whoop someone's ass he takes it to the grave.
Tyler: then I guess it's a good thing I brought tennis shoes, I'm not leaving this late.
Harry: I'll be on stand by ready to call someone to come and pack your ass out of my house. Harry shrugs before going to the stairs. Turning back around.

Harry: and for my safety stay down here. My ass is already going to get chewed out over this shit.
Tyler: you're serious ?
Harry: as a mother fucker. He says before walking up to his bedroom closing the door.