Pride (L.S)

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Zayn's pov:
Bored, I flick on the telly.

"BREAKING NEWS." The attractive reporter says suddenly, catching my attention and stopping me from changing the channel. "One Direction fans from all across the globe are screaming. Former band members Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were seen together today at the New York Pride March."

My heart skips a beat. I haven't been in contact with them since shortly after I left the band back in 2015, so I have no clue whether this is real or not. But could they finally be coming out?

A clip from at the festival comes on to the screen. Harry has, of course, gone all out with his outfit. He is wearing lots of rainbow sparkly make up, and his iconic 'But Daddy I Love Him' shirt, with a pride flag draped over his shoulders. Louis is still dressed quite masculine, wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt with skull hands and a rainbow.

Louis has his arm wrapped around Harry's waist, clutching him close, as if protecting the younger man. Harry leans down and softly presses his lips against Louis'.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, to see three twitter notifications. Niall, Harry and Louis have all tweeted something. A massive smile spreads across my face as I read their tweets.

@Harry_Styles
LARRY IS REAL SINCE 2010

@Louis_Tomlinson
LARRY IS REAL SINCE 2010

@NiallOfficial
CAPTAIN NIALL WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY ANNOUNCE THAT LARRY STYLINSON IS REAL BITCHESSSSSS

I let out a soft chuckle at Niall's tweet. He always wanted to do that. I release a happy sigh. I was blessed to be one of very few who got to watch their beautiful love blossom, as two fell deeper and deeper in love over the years. Those two are made for each other. It's sad to know that our homophobic management was the cause for all their fights and problems back in the day. How could you tell a pair of young naive teenagers that they're not allowed to love each other, simply because of their gender? It was just inhumane, and plain cruel.

I scroll through my twitter for you page, which is completely Larry Stylinson. I smile at all the love fans are sending, and laugh at some of the funnier tweets from the Larries.

There is also quite a bit of hate, which is a given, but I frown at rude tweets from toxic Harries and Louies. Aren't those people supposed to be their fans? Aren't they meant to love Harry and Louis no matter what?

Ignoring the hate, I switch off my phone with a happy sigh. We may not talk anymore, but I'm proud of them for continuing to fight for their love. Now all the stunts, lying, contracts, and arguments with both management and each other has finally paid off. They can finally be seen together in public, and Louis is finally allowed to wear his wedding ring.

I swing my legs off the couch with such force, that the back of my heel collides with something hard. I yelp in pain and let out a string of colourful swear words, as I get on my hands and knees to look under the couch.

I pull the object out from underneath, and I almost start crying.

It's the 'Best Friends' scrapbook that Harry gave me for my birthday, just two months before I left One Direction. Harry handmade it by himself, filling it with pictures from some of our happiest memories as not just a band, but a family.

I sit back on the couch, scrapbook in hand. I ran my hand over the cover, getting rid of any dirt and dust, before opening to the first page.

The first page is from 2010.