Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Eighteen - Stay

Stay by Miley Cyrus
"Say you love me more than you did before and I'm sorry it's this way, but I'm coming home; I'll be coming home, and if you ask me I will stay..."

     Harry collapsed onto a heap in his bed, burying his face into his pillows as he tugged his phone free of where it had been hidden in the mess of sheets.  He had a couple of unread texts, but he decided that no, I don't feel like talking to Nick right now before he was back to moping around in his room.  His tousled curls flopped down in front of his face as he crawled over to the large windowsill that allowed him to look out over the city in all their eagerness to drive to places and yeah -- so what if he sometimes though about running away?  It was okay.  It wasn't against their contract to think about things like that.  Harry let out a puff of air, rubbing at his eye sockets with the heels of his palms, cursing whoever the fuck had it in for him up there because really, did this really have to happen now?  Just when he was getting over - or, that's what he liked to think anyways - Louis?  It was fucking pathetic and... fuck, why did this have to happen to him?

Losing him once was enough, another time would literally break him.

Yet, here he was again because his proposal to Eleanor had gone wrong.

Selfish.  Louis was fucking selfish.

Harry curled his arms around himself, rolling over and squeezing his eyes shut as if he would be able to force himself to sleep.  Of course, it proved to be more difficult than that and he was quick to lick his lips instead; sitting up.  Kicking the sheets off of himself, he pushed himself back until he was resting his back against the headboard and lolled his head off to the side.  His whole heart was thudding painfully in his chest, Harry's bottom lip captured between the rows of his two teeth as he chewed on it rather harshly, "Fuck everything."  He muttered because really, he hated absolutely everyone and everything right now.  Really, Harry had been doing fine without Louis -- absolutely perfect.  So what if he didn't tell Nick about the little 'thing' that he had going on with his band mate?  It wasn't like it mattered anyways.  He knew that they had a fallout, but they hadn't ever really brought it up, per se.  It was just like a mutual agreement that they wouldn't speak about it.

"And we're free; we're free fallin'..."

Nearly jumping out of his skin when his phone rang, Harry grunted to himself and blindly patted at the space next him on his double bed to retrieve his iPhone.  "What?"  He muttered into the receiver without checking the caller ID, rubbing at his eyes.

"Don't sound so surprised to see me, H."  Nick's deep voice chuckled from the other end of the line.

Nick was a good guy; he was sweet, funny, and there was no denying the fact that he was fucking hot.  Harry should've been flattered when he admitted the fact that he had a soft spot for him, but it really just scared the shit out of him.  Sure, they were dating and shit, but it wasn't... it wasn't right.

"Sorry, Nick.  I, erm, have a lot of shit going on right now.  Didn't check the caller ID."  Harry replied heavily.

"What's wrong?"

Harry almost smiled at the worried voice that came down from the other end of the line from his boyfriend.  Almost.  "Nothing, don't worry about it.  What's up?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you'd like to come down to the station today.  I haven't seen much of you, since you're busy with trying to find a new Management and whatnot."  Nick's usual cheery voice piped up again, though it seemed to be slightly muffled and distracted now.