Larry Stylinson x

Chapter 3

Louis's p.o.v *still*
---1 hr later
We were in the limo, I sat awkwardly between Zayn and Harry. I couldn't help but look at Harry and his gorgeous eyes and his soft, plump lips. I just wanted to kiss him right there so badly that it hurts. He's just so perfect. He is running his hand through his perfect curly chestnut hair that is parted to the left. But I can't help think that he will never like me back. It hurts like shit knowing that I'm just a best mate to him and nothing else.
We are going to NYC for the interview. As I look out the window I can see crowds of people surrounding our car as we got out. Paparazzi are everywhere taking pictures and blinding our eyes. Fans that have been waiting outside for hours. We pushed through the crowd and finally made our way inside the building.
There greeting us is our interviewer Megan. "Hi guys. Okay so I'm going to ask you guys a some questions and you'll be on your way."she said.
"Sounds perfect."Liam answered for all of us. All five of us took a seat, I sat with Harry on the floor, while Niall, Zayn, and Liam sat on the couch.
"We are on live in 3...2...1. Welcome everybody, today I am going to be interviewing the biggest boy band in the world! Please welcome One Direction!" Megan exclaimed.
The camera turns to face us. "Hi I'm Harry Styles. Hey guys I'm Louis. Niall here. Hi it's Liam. What's up it's Zayn!"we said as we started to introduce ourselves. Not that we needed to. The interview was quite boring like usual until this question came up. Megan turns to face me and Harry. "What is Larry Stylinson?"she asked.
"Um...er...mm" Harry mumbled.
"It's basically a fanfiction about how me and Harry are in a relationship." I replied saving Harry's ass. I turned and looked at Harry he blushed, and he's still so cute.
"But is it real though?" Megan questioned again.
"No, it's not. Me and Louis are just friends and that's all." Harry said. I cringed when I heard him say that. He clearly isn't interested in me at all. I keep wasting my time just thinking maybe, maybe he likes me back. I knew he is straight and I just kept pushing that he would feel the same way, but now I know it's confirmed that he doesn't like me back. I can feel the tears filling my eyes, but I forced them back.
The rest of the interview I didn't really talk much at all. My mind just kept thinking back to what Harry said, "just friends." Soon the interview was over. Harry and I returned to our flat. I ran upstairs as fast as I could. Not wanting Harry to see the tears that are running down my face. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. I started to blast music in my ears that are so loud but it didn't seem to bother me anymore. I reached for something inside of my drawer it was my blade. I rolled up my long sleeves and drew and line on my wrist. Yes, it hurt but it was the only thing that kept my mind off of how pathetic and worthless I am. Blood kept pouring out with every line I drew. But I ignored it like I've ignored the rest of my life.

author's note
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-jessica