Sweet Creature || Larry Stylinson

Six

(Harry's POV)

Harry woke up on the couch alone, sighing. He remembered seeing Taylor last night and their argument, and then he realized that it wasn't his couch he woke up on. It was Louis'.

"Morning, Haz." Louis mumbled, smiling after he walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. Harry groaned, half asleep still which made the two laugh. "We've got that interview this morning, so you may wanna start getting ready." 

Harry sighed as he sat up. He thought about last night. Louis had accidentally come out to him, and he didn't know how he felt about it. He was almost relieved, but it was almost like he was waiting for it. Not like he knew, but it was like something in him wanted Louis to feel the same way. He watched as Louis got ready, and figured he needed to get up and do the same before he was late. 

It took Harry maybe 5 minutes to get dressed, and then he brushed his teeth, messed around with his hair, and he was ready. They'd probably put some makeup on and fix up the boys once they got to the interview anyway. 

"Ready yet, beauty queen?" Harry joked. It always took Louis a while to get ready, but maybe he just liked waking up earlier than everyone else. He had to admit though that Louis always did look his best, so he had to applaud him on that.

"Yes, I am." Louis smiled in response, walking up behind Harry who was getting ready to walk out of the room. Louis grabbed his coat and his wallet before Harry led the way out the door. 

"I need to grab my things out of my room really quick, so give me a minute." Harry headed down the hallway towards his room and scanned the key card to get in. He immediately got hit with a sense of guilt and anxiety. The still felt horrible about the night before, even if he was justified. But then he opened the door wider and noticed. The entire room was trashed. 

Harry stood in the doorway in shock. He let Taylor stay there overnight because he had nowhere else, and he even let him have the room to himself, and this is what he did in return? 

"Everything alright, Harry?" Louis asked, noticing the surprise on Harry's face down the hallway. He walked over and from behind Harry, he could see all of the damage. Harry's clothes were thrown around the room, trash everywhere. The sheets and pillows were scattered all over the floor and the TV was left on. Harry's suitcase sat twisted in all the wrong directions on top of the bed with a note that sat gracefully on top of the mess.

Harry,

I hope you appreciate the shitty things you did. I don't. Enjoy this. This is exactly how you make me feel. I hope your stupid side piece Louis breaks your heart into a million pieces. I hope you lose your stupid career with all your stupid boyfriends in your band. I hope someone beats your ass on the side of the street and people realize what a piece of shit you are. 

With zero sympathy,

Taylor 

Harry couldn't believe his eyes as he stepped back, leaving the note sit on top of the suitcase. He turned around, not even wanting to look at it. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why would he do that? Louis stepped forward to read it.

"I'll kill him. I swear to God, I'll kill him." Louis cursed out. What kind of asshole did that kind of thing after being an even shittier person? Harry lets him sleep in his hotel room, and this asshole hopes someone hurts him? 

"Louis, it's fine. I'll deal with it myself." Harry said with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to slip back into the state he was in last night, and Louis wouldn't let him.

"He's just some asshole who's unhappy with his life. He's just sad that you realized that." Louis put his hands on Harry's shoulders, standing in front of him. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I'll even help you clean this up later. You don't have to deal with this on your own. Nobody should."

"Thank you." Harry lifted his head up a little to look at Louis before he pulled him into a hug. Harry slowly wrapped his arms back around him, trying not to cry. He appreciated Louis so much right now. Nobody, not even Zayn could have gotten him out of this like Louis has, and he couldn't thank him enough.

"C'mon, we have an interview to get to. Don't let that piece of shit ruin your day." Louis smiled, grabbing Harry's wallet and coat for him, holding it out for him to put on and grab.

The band met in the lobby of the hotel before heading into the car. They were greeted with paparazzi the moment they walked out, as usual. However, unlike usual, Harry was stuck to Louis' side like glue. 

The two were inseparable until they needed to be for their placement. They even got their hair and makeup done together. Even for the interview though, the two were only one person away from each other. 

Throughout the interview, Harry's eyes were glued to Louis until it was his own turn to answer. Otherwise, he admired the boy every second he could. He took this time to gather his thoughts about everything. Taylor had been the love of his life, even when he wasn't the most loving. Harry did anything and everything he could to see him and to love him every second he wasn't filming or performing. He was taken advantage of completely by somebody who didn't even love him for who he was. Harry felt like he had to be some completely different person around him. He wasn't allowed to talk about the band, or his shows, or any of his friends. The only things he could talk about with Taylor were Taylor, alcohol, and sex. That was it. 

He felt like he shouldn't, but he was honestly glad to be out of it. He didn't have to mentally prepare before texting anymore, or overthink everything he did when he hung out with any other person in his life. Taylor had even gotten jealous about how Harry spoke to an interviewer. Someone who's job it is to ask Harry questions about his life. 

The more he thought about it, the more he was able to push Taylor out of his heart. Obviously it was a wound that would take weeks if not months to heal, but he was able to not beat himself up about their breakup as much as he did. He even began to look at Louis in a new light. He admired his nose, his jawline, his lips, his eyebrows, and basically anything he could, any chance he got.  He didn't know how to handle all of these new emotions and feelings. Did he really have a thing for Louis? He couldn't. Maybe he was just confused because nobody ever really did that kind of thing for him. That had to be it. But he didn't feel that way for Zayn. And Zayn was always the one to comfort him if he needed it. So what is it? Why did he feel this way?

"Harry..? Are you alright mate?" Niall asked Harry, snapping fingers in his face in the middle of the interview.

"Hm? Oh- yeah. Sorry I wasn't paying attention." Harry laughed.

"Well we can see that." He laughed. "Answer the question."

"Alright, alright." Harry teased. He finished his question and got back to his thoughts. The rest of the interview went by in a daze as he contemplated his thoughts back and forth. 

He couldn't be falling for the boy, right?