Larry One Shots

Dinner Dates

Louis' POV:
The front door closes and I hear the click from the door being locked. Harry went out. Again. For almost the 10th time today. Do I know where he went? Nope. Am I mad? You bet.

Harry hasn't said a word to me this morning except for "good morning" and then leaving for the whole day. I would have expected him to at least give me a call to tell me where he is or actually talk to me when he came home for 2 seconds but I guess that's too much to ask for.

I glance over at the clock and read 5:30pm.

I sigh and open my laptop. I know going on Twitter is easier to do on a phone but oh well. I open Twitter and my notifications are blowing up with "Larry is so real!" and "LARRY FOR LIFE." These don't make me upset at all. It's nice to know that we have smart fans who can see the relationship between Harry and I. Although I wish we didn't have to keep any secrets from our amazing fans.

I suppose management was reading the tweets as I was because as if on cue, I received a call from them.

"Do you see what they're saying Louis?"

"Yep. See how smart our fans are?"

I could sense them rolling their eyes at my comment.

"Whatever. You need to say something about it."

"What?! Why would I tell ANOTHER lie to our fans about something they all know is true?"

"Because your career depends on it. We aren't kidding Louis. Say something before we do."

And they hang up.

I push my laptop off my lap and slump my shoulders. Of course they would tell me to say something about it. I just hope that Harry won't be too upset.. I also hope he understands that I don't want to do this either.

@Louis_Tomlinson
What?! "Larry Stylinson" is the biggest bullshit I have ever heard. I am in a happy relationship so why can't you accept that?

As soon as I hit 'tweet', I receive various types of responses saying "Louis don't lie. We all know it's true."
"YES LOUIS. TELL THOSE DUMBASS LARRY SHIPPERS THAT THEY ARE WRONG!"
"Louis we know this is management's doing. You love Harry."

All those tweets make me throw my phone. Luckily, it landed on our bean bag chair. I really hope Harry isn't mad when he gets home.. Whenever he gets home... That's right! Harry hasn't said anything to me this whole day and I have been super worried. If anything, I should be mad at him...! I think..

My thoughts quickly become interrupted by the front door being slammed shut. I jump up and go downstairs to see what happened.

There I see Harry on Twitter running his hands through his long curly hair. I think he has seen the tweet already..

"So, look who decided to show up."

Harry quickly turns his head in my direction and just glares at me without responding.

"Where. Were. You." I ask.

"Out." he mumbled angrily.

His response frustrated me and I marched up to his so I was right in front of him. "Harry don't play with me. Where were you all day?! I was worried about you and you didn't even bother to call or text me about where you were! You could have died for all I know and yet I was stuck here without any idea about what you were doing."

"Like you care." he spit back.

"Like I care? What the hell are you saying Harry. I have been worried sick but I guess you couldn't care less since you didn't even bother speaking to me for the whole day."