Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Just You and Me Curly

Author:  orphan_account

Summary : 
Larry (Famous)

Three isn't always a magic number as Louis learns when he almost loses Harry.

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Every time Harry Styles looked up expecting to see Louis Tomlinson walking or preferably running towards him he scolded himself, Louis wouldn’t even be aware he wasn’t sat at the hotel anymore. Shifting on the uncomfortable plastic airport chair he pulled the neck of his purple Jack Wills hoodie even further over his face to ensure he wasn’t spotted, in hindsight he should have called management to get this sorted so he could not have the worry of being bothered but his decision had been a quick one causing this to be the first time in the three year career of One Direction he truly hated being world wide famous, sunglasses covered his red rimmed eyes which he closed, picturing again the assortment of food Louis was going to return to when he got back from whatever fun he’d been having with Eleanor Calder, all his faves would be waiting for the two of them to enjoy. It was the wrong two though, it was meant to have been for him and Louis to celebrate their one year anniversary a day that in Harry’s mind should have been spent together not Harry on his own while Louis ran off with the woman they were using to cover up their relationship, Harry hadn’t been overly keen on the idea from the start but as soon as he’d been told it was just for show, just so they could enjoy each other without the unwanted attention of the press and the fans he’d accepted it, naively so it seemed now. It had been Louis’ way of having his cake and eating it the whole time, he’d just been so stupid, so blindly in love with him that he hadn’t considered this a possibility, over time though it had become so obvious, the fake dates lasted longer and become more frequent, then Eleanor started hanging out with Liam’s girlfriend Danielle which meant she’d always be about when the band hung out together, which lead to her being invited to quite a lot of movie nights, private parites, even nights when Harry had hoped it would be just him and Louis she would turn up, Louis would give him an awkward smile and make it up to him afterwards, declare his undying love as they came down from their highs each time Harry had felt reassured, daft sometimes for maybe over reacting but now sitting in the Spanish airport, hiding under his sunglasses and hoody he felt more than justified. Forgetting all the nights he and Louis had spent alone, all the times Louis had gone out of his way to avoid Eleanor for him, the private jokes, the way Louis and only Louis understood Harry almost completely none of that was remembered because right now to Harry it was all fake and not for the first time he wondered if he was the decoy, the one that was being used to hide Louis and Eleanor’s relationship, had he not been so hurt he would have realised just how stupid that thought was. He hadn’t left a note, he didn’t feel he needed to, he didn’t call management they didn’t need to know, same as the rest of the boys, all they needed to know was that he was back in the studio ready to finalise the album on the agreed date. Tormenting himself further of how pleased and delighted the happy couple would be when they come back to the dinner he had put a lot of effort into, or how they’d laughed at and ignored the three texts he’d sent Louis asking him when he’d be back until finally he’d snapped, text his Mum saying he’d be home later and booked his flight away from the humiliation of playing second best all the time. Finally his flight was called and he couldn’t help one last look around the airport but as he had suspected there was no sign of Louis, with a heavy heart he threw his ruck sack over his shoulder and made his way towards his flight home to his Mums.

Bouncing into the hotel room Louis froze at the fact it was completely dark inside, his sudden halt made Eleanor bump into him causing them both to giggle.  

“Shhh.” He told her trying to ignore the warning bells in his head. “I think Harry’s sleeping.” He whispered tip toeing into the room using his hands to feel his way past the fitted wardrobe and sides until he was stood facing the bed.