Love Island queer edition [Larry Stylinson]

Episode 41: You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow

Putting a lot of my inspiration out of my favourite album ever, do you notice? What's your fave FITF song? Mine's Angels fly, Written all over your face and all the other songs on the album xoxo

"Harry might go to Paris but at least he's not a cheater, making out with someone else while their partner is literally sitting in the same building." Eleanor blurts out. Someone intentionally trying to hurt Louis? They go down.

"I don't know what you mean." Camille shrugs.

"Like hell she doesn't. Ed, sorry to tell you like this mate but Camille has made out with someone else in the club earlier." Danielle backs up Eleanor.

"Can you shut the fuck up? No wonder why Taylor left you." Camille rolls her eyes.

"I don't understand." Harry says, totally lost and innocent he is. "We were friends. I told you this because I trusted you. Now you are just trying to hurt everyone."

"They are lying, right Camille?"

Camille doesn't even bother anymore to act nice.

"Do you really think that someone like me actually likes someone like you, Ed? I'm way above your league. I was here for Harry. I have been patiently waiting for him to realise that Louis is a piece of shit and that he belongs with me."

"Let's go, Ed." Niall puts his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Let's go for a walk, yeah? No need to listen to this bullshit."

Niall leads Ed away.

"I am really not in the mood for this. Thanks for ruining another day, Camille." Louis bumps his shoulder into Camille and goes inside.

"Louis, wait!" Harry follows the boy. "Can we talk?"

"I'd rather not talk now, Harry." Louis says. "I'm too angry and too pissed."

"But we should."

"Yeah, but not now."

"That's what I mean with communication, Lou!" Harry exclaims. "I'm here, trying to talk to you and you just want to run away from me. We have to talk."

"Oh no you don't get to lecture me about communication now, Harry Styles, not when you are the one hiding from me that you are going to Paris while Camille knew! I thought we told each other everything. That's what your stupid question game was about , right?" Louis snaps. "We've been together for how long? 4 hours?"

"And I wanted to tell you! I was just scared, okay?"

"Scared for what?"

"That you wouldn't want me anymore because I was going to Paris!"

"Then you don't know me, Harry!" Louis sighs. "And I asked you to talk later, not now. Can you please respect my wish?"

"Okay." Harry nods and a single tear is leaving his eye. Louis wants to make him stop crying, but he knows if he goes there now that he ends up talking now anyway. Now it's not the time. Everything is too fresh. Louis needs to calm down first because he really doesn't want to say anything that he will regret to Harry.

He jumps into the shower, removing the sand on his body from the beach earlier and then jumps walks into the sleeping room. Danielle is waiting for him on his bed, giving him a sad smile.

"How are you doing, Lou? Are you okay?"

"Could ask you the same." Louis says. "That comment about Taylor that Camille gave you was rude and unnecessary. Don't believe her, okay?"

"I don't ." Danielle reassures her. "I know that Taylor wasn't in love with me, but in the end we still connected. Our connection was not fake, it was just not romantic. What's going on in your mind? You're frowning."

"Just getting over the information." He says. "I thought when this show was over we were going to spend our life together in London. Never thought Paris would be in the picture."

"Paris is beautiful though, Lou. Have you ever been there?"

Louis shakes his head.

"No, my family's not that rich. Mom has 7 children." He laughs. "No time or money to take us all on a trip to Paris. Furthest we've been is Brighton for the weekend."

"You will like it." Danielle assures him. "Talk to Harry about it. I'm sure the two of you will talk it out and find a solution. Talking about the devil-" Danielle waves at Harry who is standing in the doorframe, looking nervously at his shoes. "I'm going outside again, okay?" She pulls Louis in a hug and smiles at Harry before leaving the room.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to talk. I'm just taking my pillow."

"Why are you taking your pillow?" Louis questions.

"To sleep in the outside bed. You wanted space and I thought- maybe you don't want to-" Harry starts to tear up again, lip quivering and Louis sighs.

"Come here." Louis pets on the mattress, the spot next to him. Harry only listens and doesn't say a word. "You're not sleeping outside, okay? It's still a bit chilly from the storm." Louis' voice is soft.

"You hate me." Harry starts sobbing. "I messed this up before it even properly started."

"Harry, no!" Louis lies down, taking Harry with him so Harry is the small spoon. He puts his arms around Harry's body and pulls the boy closer to him. "I can never hate you, alright?"

"But you're angry."

"That I am." Louis confesses. "But it will fly over, yeah? I don't want to talk to you now because I hate you, H. I don't want to talk to you now because I will say things that I don't mean and will hurt you."

"You're not breaking up with me?" Harry's voice is shaking.

"My anger doesn't take my feelings away for you, Harry. Being angry doesn't equal falling out of love, okay? We'll talk tomorrow." Louis pecks Harry's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Just need some time to process, and when that's done and I'm calmer, we can talk properly."