Larry One Shots

1. The End

"Harry...?" Louis whispered as he opened the door to their navy blue painted bedroom. Harry was laying on top of the covers with his back against the door, to Louis. "Yeah?" Harry said with a raspy tone, like he had cried for several hours. Louis silently took a step into the room so he could close the door, it was dark and now he could only see the outlines of Harry. "Are.. Are you alright?" He said carefully. Harry didn't move as Louis sat down on the opposite side of Harry on the bed. "I don't know, am I?" Harry turned his face so he could look at his boyfriend of a year. Louis didn't look at Harry, he looked down at his lap instead. Too shy to look him in the eyes. "I-I'm so sorry-" Louis started but Harry quickly cut him off after his sad Sorry. "It's not your fault Lou, you didn't cause all this." Harry said and lifted one of his wrists. He slowly looked up at Lou who was looking at Harry's wrist. Harry reached for Louis hand and kissed his knuckles like they were made of fine fine china. Louis slowly closed his eyes shut and let a silent tear roll down his rosy cheek. "I just, just want you to be okay H." He whispered and Harry moved so Louis could lay down with him. He put his head on Harry's chest and let out a loud sob. Harry kept telling Louis that he was okay and that he would never do it again but Louis had heard it so many times before. They had been over this so many times, again and again Louis apologized to Harry and Harry told him it wasn't his fault because it wasn't. Harry tried to convince Louis every time but Louis wouldn't let it slip into his mind. He told himself that everything was his fault. Harry didn't know what else to do than to just try over and over to tell Louis the same words.

This went on and on and on until one day Harry had a bad day at work and came home to a big mess in the kitchen. The fire alarm was beeping and the oven was open smoke coming from it. "Louis? What the hell is going on?" Harry yelled, his bad mood not becoming better. "I wad trying to make muffins and suprise you but it didn't go well and-" Harry held his pointer finger up to Louis and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Harry, I didn't mean to.. I didn't mean to make a mess..." Harry didn't say anything and just sighed and pointed to the hallway. Louis walked out into the hallway, his bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor. Only seconds later Harry could hear their bedroom door shut close. Harry started to clean up the mess Louis had made and when he was done he sat down with his back against the kitchen bench and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He didn't realize it himself but he was crying, full on crying and he didn't know why. He let soft cries out of his mouth, trying to stay quiet so Louis wouldn't notice but of course only minutes later Louis came rushing out first looking in the bathroom and Harry swore he could hear a sigh of relief when he noticed Harry wasn't there. He then went calmly towards his crying noises and when he entered the kitchen and saw Harry on the floor he walked over and sat down in front of him. "It's okay bear, you're okay." Louis promised him taking Harry's pinky in his own. "I'm-I'm so tired of everything Louis, I-I-I don't like my work and I don't know where to go or if I even want to be here Louis." Louis pulled Harry closer to him, putting his head in his lap and running his fingers through his hair while wiping his wet tears from his cheeks. "Harry I know this might seem pointless but it'll be okay in the end, if it's not okay it's not the end." Louis reassured Harry. "I love you to the moon and back H, I need you here with me and I'm sure your sister and your mum would be devastated without your charming smile and your beautiful voice, your big bear hugs, your kind words, your everything. You are needed here Harry, I hope you see that we all need you." Louis said and kissed Harry's forehead and let his lips linger a little longer than usual. To show his love, how much he needed Harry to stay with him. "We all love you and this is not the end for you." Louis told him looking him in his bloodshot glossy eyes that were no longer letting tears slip out. Harry didn't say anything else and just closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Louis leaned his head against the counter and closed his eyes sighing, he continued to run his fingers through Harry's hair hoping to calm him.

Moments later Harry opened his eyes and rubbed his face tiredly only to look up at Louis who was now sleeping. His mind replayed everything that happened and he sat up yawning tiredly. He turned around to lift Louis up carrying him to their bedroom to tuck him in in their warm white sheets in their navy blue painted bedroom to lay down beside him and hug him from behind, putting his arm around Louis petite waist and kissing his neck two times before snuggling into his boyfriend's back. Harry was on the verge of falling asleep when he could hear faint words sip into his ears,

"It's not the end H..."