Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 1

Harry knocks on Nick's door, who opens him in his black puma track suit.

"Oh hi Harry. Do we have a date, i forgot about?"

Nick stares at him and starts to scratch his Neck. Harry presses a small kiss onto Nick's lips.

"No! I am so sorry for coming by unannounced but I just realized it is our anniversary and I wanted to come by and spend the evening with you, even when we both have to study. I just want to be in your company. Would you mind letting me in?"

Nick opens the door, and Harry passes by him and handing him a bouquet of red roses, the brought at the nearest gas station since every other shop was already closed. What Nick doesn't know is that Harry was there to tell him those three big words.

I LOVE YOU.

He feels ready to share those words with Nick, sure that he is gonna say them back and that they move to the next relationship step afterwards.

"Actually it is good that you're here, Harry. I wanted to talk to you for a few days now but haven't found the right moment."

Harry is filled with hope and joy. This clearly meant that Nick is gonna say those 3 words right? Or at least a version of them.

But he wasn't ready for what Nick said next.

"I did a bit of thinking the past few weeks and came to the conclusion that I want to enjoy my university life in a different way. I want to be free and explore what the world has to offer. I really like you Harry and I'd love to continue seeing you but I don't think I can be in a monogamous relationship at the moment. It has nothing to do with you, but everything with me. I am sorry."

Harry isn't able to say anything, he completely zooms out. Nick continues to talk but Harry just stutters something along the lines of

"I ... go.... See you."

before storming out of the appartment complex.

He had no idea where he should go, all he knew was that he did not want to be alone in his room now.
So he knocked on the door, he promised himself to never knock on.

He knockes on Louis Tomlinson's door, since Niall texted him earlier saying that they are hanging at Louis.
Louis opens the door and Harry saw the confusion moving into his face.

"Hi, I'm not here for you and I know it's the first time I ever came to yours but I really can't be alone now. And all my friends are here now. So please let me in."

Harry never thought the day would come were he begged Louis Tomlinson to let him in.

He is so deep in his own world that he doesn't realize how beautiful Louis room is decorated.
He has dark blue curtains and a carpet in the same colour. On his walls are some old book pages that are only interrupted by posters of footballers and some signed piece of papers. His book shelves are filled with all the classics and some modern works. But it wasn't the kind of classics you'll find in Niall's Room (Anna Karenina, Wuthering Heights or A Tale of two cities) but the ones you need for being a drama student. Every play Shakespeare had ever written was lined up from thinnest to thickest.

If Harry wasn't that heart broken, he would have been impressed with the dedication that Louis clearly has for his subjects.

Louis is way too shocked to say anything. Unsure if it was the sight of Harry in front of his room or the way he just stumbled and spoke so many words that fast like never before. Louis couldn't help but to admit that Harry's voice sounds angelic while also being deep and a bit husky, eventhough he does not smoke. He just moves a bit to let Harry in.

Niall lookes up from the bed he is sitting on. Catching Harry's sad look.

"Hi H, what's up? What are you doing here? Weren't you suppose to suprise Nick for your big anniversary?"

It was right than when Harry realizes he can't tell them that Nick broke up with him. Not in front of Louis. He was no interest in a stupid comment and feeling even more embarressed and pathetic. He is not ready to admit to the failure and also not ready to talk about it. He took a deep breath in before coming up with a white lie.

"Oh yeah. But he was.. uhm... out. So I thought why not join my most loved people in the world instead."

He is sure that no one would believe him, but also sure that none of them would ask any questions. Niall looks suspicious for a moment but than continues to talk to a girl that was sitting next to him.

Harry thinks he got away.

Louis is the only one still not convinced. He hasn't often chatted with Harry but from all the time they spend together and what the others said about him, he was sure that there was something more going on.

"Have a seat, grab a drink. Enjoy."

is all that Louis said, not moving a bit from his place at the door till Harry sat down on his carpet and starts a conversation with Liam.

The night went by fast, only the drinks went by even faster. About two hours after his arrival Harry is DRUNK. He isn't aware where he was, let alone that he was human. He can't hear the others talking anymore and his ability to speak went off about 2 beers back.

Louis eyed him and starts to get a bit worried about Harry, which he would never admit to anyone.

"Nialler, take Harry home."

He catched that he sounded more worried than anything else so he quickly added.

"I don't want him to puke on my carpet."

"Oh, Tommo. You're no fun. But alright ...  alright. I think he had enough."

Niall got up.

"H, come on. Let's get you back home."

Harry wanted to protest but he isn't able to articulate it. So he just let Niall pull him up, he needed him for support. Not only in the way knew about in the moment.

"Niall... I'm lonely. I don't want to be alone."

Were the last words that Harry said before he closes his eyes once Niall got him back to his room and onto his bed.

Niall thought about calling Nick, to have him watch Harry for the night and feel secure but something about those sentences made him reconsider. He put a glass of water on Harry's night stand, kissed his forehead before leaving the room.