Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Nineteen - I Knew You Were Trouble

I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift 

" I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now..."

Harry hadn't meant to be so cruel to Louis. Really, he hadn't. It was just... well, he was terrified of what could happen if he did forgive Louis. He could cheat and break his heart again, or he could turn around and just laugh in his face for being so naïve. Either way wasn't sounding too good to Harry, and as he stalked away from the front door of his flat, he attempted to bury the guilt riding up inside of him. It wasn't the time for that anyways. He needed to make things right with Nick because he really did like this boy, and he wouldn't let Louis fuck up his life again. It wasn't fair - to either of them. They needed to move on and grow to love different people. For him, it was Nick Grimshaw.

Hopefully.

Maybe.

Possibly.

Dammit, so what if he wasn't ready to move on from Louis yet? Harry and him had... well, fuck, they had a shit ton of history. There was no surprise there, and the fact that they'd been together through a bunch of shit just made Harry want him even more. Damn those blue eyes and feathery hair and dainty hands and damn him for just being himself. It wasn't fair.

Then again, Harry supposed that life wasn't fair and he should just stop fucking running away from his problems. It wasn't really his fault though. He was a runner. And apparently, so was Louis, which was obviously never a good thing.

"Fuck you, Louis Tomlinson." Harry snapped into the lingering air of nothingness, slamming his fists against the frame of his door's window. He squeezed his eyes shut, resting his head on his fists just as he heard the clicks going off behind him. Now, usually he would've been fine with it all. In fact, he probably would've smiled for a couple of the pictures and whatnot, but he was angry right now and the paparazzi were only making it worse. "Getting everything you're looking for, you pricks?" He grunted, turning on his heel to glare at the press that were crowding around him eagerly.

Jesus, was there no end to this madness? They were outside of his house for fucks sake.

"Harry - Harry, is it true that you're dating Nick Grimshaw?"

"Harry, are you and Louis friends again?"

"Harry, you cocky prick look this way."

"Styles, over here!"

And just like that - Harry snapped. It was rare for him to do that, but... he'd just had enough. Enough of the media, enough of Management, and enough of life if he was being honest. "Fuck off!" He shouted, lashing out and catching the lens of a camera. It came clattering to the ground with a couple of clatters and cracks, leaving an eerie silence to fill the driveway for a moment before there was flashes again. Well, at least they all had something to talk about this week.

"Harry! Are you on drugs?"

"Kid, look over here so I can get your good side."