Tell Me A Lie -Larry Stylinson

Run Away From It All

Harry's POV:

I sat on our couch, with my shoulders hunched and my arms around my torso, trying to muffle my sobs of pain and keep Louis from knowing this is a regular occurrence.

Of course, I wasn't so lucky.

I heard him shrug on his winter coat and walk through the room, not even glancing my way.

He had his hand on the front door knob when an involuntary cry of sorrow escaped my clenched jaw at the sight of him leaving again.

He froze in his movements and turned to face me.

When he saw me, he rushed to my side and fell to his knees beside me.

He tried to pull me to him, but I hastily rushed to the other end of the coach, looking up once at his hurt expression, but it just made me cry harder.

"I can never get it right! No matter how hard I try! And I have tried..."

I wailed through sobs, earning a confused look from the blue eyed boy before me.

"Haz, whats wrong? I was about to go to El's when-"

When I heard her name roll off his tongue, sound so- familiar, and... comfortable, I broke into another wave of body wracking sobs.

"Why cant you just tell me a lie!? Tell me im a screwed up mess. Tell me that I never listen. Tell me you don't want my kiss, that you need your distance.

Tell me anything, but don't you say she's what you're missing. If she's the reason that you're leaving me tonight

Spare me what you think and tell me a lie."

It seems realization hit him that second, because his eyes grew fearful and he shook his head furiously, sputtering out a, "No no no baby! I love you with all my heart! I would never leave you!"

"But Louis, its already started! When is the last time weve had a date? The last time you lot took me with you to lunch? The last time we made love? The last time you tweeted about me? Oh wait, I remember now, you said, and I quote, "Hows this , Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that."" I pretended to try to remember the tweet, even though I knew it by heart.

He opened his mouth, his eyes wide, about to protest, when I cut him off, "Don't, I know your excuses. 'I was busy recording", the theres 'You didn't answer", or, 'Im not up for it tonight, or any night' but, I cant forget my personal fave right? 'Eleanor'. Its always her now huh? Youre spending all your time with her! And so are the boys! You are always with that bitch!"

The hurt in his eyes suddenly turned to anger,and he jumped up, ripping up every shred of hope I had that we had a chance to win this battle with his next words, "Youre just jealous."

My eyes suddenly dried themselves, and I found the strength to stand up for myself.

"Yes. Yes Louis. I am jealous. Im jealous of the girl my boyfriend spends all his time with. But, you know what? Im tired. Im tired of hurting. Im tired of going through this whole thing every time I see something linked to her and you. But, I have put a good fight. But your words cuts cut like knives, and im tired! But, the thing that keeps me around, is you. The twinkle I your eyes. It gets me every time. There must have been a time I was the reason for your smile, so keep in mind. As you take whats left of you and I, remember that there was once a boy named Harry Styles. Who loved you with every fiber of his being, every shred of his soul, and every piece of his heart. And that you might have loved him back, before he was replaced by a girl named Eleanor Calder. And that he set you free."

I walked to him, and saw the tears streaming down his cheeks, before taking his hands in mine, kissing his knuckles slightly, and slipped his engagement ring off his finger and into his palm slowly, but leaving mine on. A reminder of the burning love I have for him.

I looked up at his heartbroken face, kissing him lingeringly on his cheek, before leaving a flat full of good memories of a past gone by, and cruel reminders of the world we live in.

"Youre free now love, but I will always, always, love you." I whispered to him before getting in my car and turning my back on my life as the fifth member of an international boy band.

And turning my back on my heart.

That fight was last night, and I haven't heard a peep from him.

52 missed calls from Liam, 38 new messages from Niall, 24 unread emails from Zayn, and nothing from Louis.

It was late night, with a back sky pouring sheets of rain, loosing shots of bright lighting and claps of thunder, when I had finally pulled up to the Manchester flat of my old best friend from before X-Factor, Cher Lloyd.

She said to always come to her if fame got too much to handle.

She welcomed me with open arms, without a single question asked.

That night, as I lay by her sleeping form with tears in my eyes, I pulled out my phone, sending a message to Niall.

"You can take this as my official resignation from One Direction. I do love you guys, but I loved one of you just a bit too much. Goodbye."

I slipped out from the duvet wrapped loosely around Cher and I, walking to the bathroom, searching for the only thing that can help calm my raging emotions.

I quickly slipped a razor from her medicine cabinet, and rolled up my sleeves, looking at the faded pink scars littering my arms.

This is why he mustve left me.

Im ugly.

Scarred, dull eyes, and floppy haired.

Who could love me?

That was the thought racing through my mind as I brought the blade to my wrist, slashing multiple lines into both arms, relishing in the fact that I was able to forget Louis.

Even if only for a moment.