Love Is The Answer (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Love is the Answer (Larry Stylinson Fanfic) Chapter 2

Heyyyyy everyone! harry will be introduced in chapter 3!!! sorry about how short these last few chappies have been!!! i promise the story will get better!

.:Delilah:.

Louis' POV:

Days inched by, until It had been over a month since the incident. The incident in which my ex-girlfriend, Lilah cheated on me, with my best friend, Stan's boyfriend, Jason (or "Jase"). Luckily Stan had been able to work out his issues with Jase. But I... I could NEVER forgive Lilah. She was my first love. My only love...

I don't mean to be cliché, but I gave up EVERYthing for her. I fought with my parents, I quit my 2nd job, i bought her nice-ish things, I even am attending the same Uni as her, but most of all I LOVED HER! for christ sake! WHAT ELSE COULD I HAVE GIVEN HER?

She cheated on me. It might not have been as big of a deal if she only did it once. But, to eve more of my surprise, that wasn't the case.

I think she did it to get back at me for bothering her with my nightmares about Harry.

I knew she'd never understand... But I didn't think she'd take it to this extent..!

The worst thing is that she hasn't even TRIED to contact me since Stan told me what his boyfriend admitted.

At least Jase had the balls to admit it! Lilah was being a childish coward! Lilah was being a bitch!!!

I needed desperately to stop thinking about her. I wondered if she thought about me....

Not that it matters anymore anyway...

Once I finally cleared my thoughts I remembered that tomorrow I'd be starting my newest job!

It was serving the King...yay?

Just kidding. Being a personal slave is not fun... Well probably not...

With a swift eye roll, I glanced over the time on my iPhone.

Holy shit! I blinked twice to make sure that I wasn't seeing things. 3 hours had passed and it wanow 1:37 am! And my first day of work was tomorrow!

I clasped my eyelids shut tightly, and tried my best to drift off to sleep... But for some reason, my racing thoughts, and anxious movements kept my brain buzzing.

Looks like tomorrow would be a long tired day.

- - - the next day - - -

Louis's POV:

My bedroom door burst open, and clattered as the old iron door knob made contact with the sheet rock walls. With a gasp, my eyes flew open, and I sputtered to my feet, only to realize it was my mate, Stan.

"Lou, you idiot!" Stan rambled

"What?" I whined a bit to dramatically.

"We're gonna be fucking LATE! They could choose anyone for this job to serve the king! We get a somewhat high pay, and they will replace us quicker than you can say your own fucking name!" He nagged, adding pure disgust to the last bit.

"Shut the hell up! I'm moving! Im moving!" I retorted as I ransacked my room for a clean button up, and some light tan trousers.

With a loop of my fingers my tie fell into place, and I jogged to meet Stan at his vehicle, knowing that it was the only way to halt his excruciatingly annoying honking.

"Settle yourself!" I teased.

"Settle myself? Do you even realize how difficult it was to obtain this position in the palace? We could have been stuffed in the kitchen for dish washing duty! Yet you still refused to be serious about this! I know your upset about Lilah, and I'm really sorry mate, but I got cheated on to, and I'm not down sizing what she did, but you have got to get with it! You are the only unemployed person in the WORLD that would take this job for granted, so don't make me regret choosing you to join me, 'cos I'm already starting to!" Stan sucked in a large breath, after his words began flowing together.

"Sorry mate, I get it. Everything has just changed so much lately, but I guess you're right. I still have responsibilities, and I need get on with my life." I sighed, reflecting on his truthful words.

My joking manner had turned on me once again, as the air in the car was tense. The silent ride seemed to last forever, until Stan switched on Radio1, and twisted the volume up. Within five minutes we went from bobbing our heads along to a sweet tune, Fader {by The Temper Trap}, to belting out the chorus of Colours {by GroupLove}...

...And that is why I love Stan. He is able to get over our "tiffs" so easily. We could hate each other one minute, and be butt buddies the next. {kidding! Stan has a boyfriend, plus I'm not gay.}

As we drove on, for what seemed like eternity, we finally arrived at the palace...

My body grew stiff as the guards at the iron gates leered at me. I sunk in my seat as Stan turned in our ID cards. With a flick off the guard's thick wrist, the gate unlatched itself and the motor that tugged the gates opened buzzed, due to lack of lubricants.

"Lou, we'll be fine. You're practically shakin' in your boots buddy." Stan stated, while resting his warm hand on my knee, gripping, and giving it a friendly squeeze, sending a second's worth of relief through my entire body.

"But I'm not wearing any boots..." I replied in a childish manor, struggling to lighten the mood.

"Boots or not, you look damn nervous." Stan chuckled, also trying his best to keep his mind off of was what to come... "I think we'll make the cut." He forced a grin, trying his best to comfort me.

"Yeah, I hope so..." I mumbled, realizing that I relied on this job for my only income.

We pulled into the parking lot, titled 'staff' and turned into parking space 23.

Today was the day that my life begins. A life without Lilah...