larry stylinson

Love of my life pt 1

Sooo, this chapter kind of includes violence, not too much, just the way I like it, so be warned. (It's not that bad:) )

Oh you kinky fucker, y'all like that, huh?

Okay then, enjoy and vote!!!!;)

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The familiar beep sounds before the mailbox starts and Harry's voice can be heard.

"Can't pick up the phone, leave a message and I will call back"

He slowly lowers the phone and places it on his nightstand.

It's been a few weeks already since he left. Love on Tour has started, and the first nights at Madison Square Garden have passed.

He knew he would miss Harry, but he promised Louis they would call and Skype whenever he had time. It's been a week. What if he forgot about him?

No. A voice calls in the back of his mind.

He's just really busy, and he'll call you back soon. I lower my head and nod to myself. "Damn, when did I get so soft?" He scolded himself, before getting up and wiping his face with the sleeve of his pullover.

"Crybaby," He mutters to himself as he enters the bathroom, taking off his clothes and turning on the shower. He leans against the shower wall with both hands as the water runs down his face. Then the first sob escapes the boy's lips, and he rubs the shower gel over his body. He couldn't distinguish tears from water, so he continues crying.

He didn't know how much time had passed until he left the shower with a towel around his waist. Even the responsibility for the upcoming interview with the BBC had faded into the background. He swapped his towel for boxers and a shirt -Harry's shirt - before getting back into bed, sitting down and grabbing his phone.

Two missed calls from 'Curly'.

His heart skips a beat and before he can react, the screen lights up again.

Trembling, he lifts the cell phone and holds it to his ear."Harry?"

"It's Cody, sorry, hi." Louis' heart rate picks up and immediately pictures are running through his head of things that could've possibly happened to Harry.

"Why do you have Harry's phone? Is he okay? Did something happen?" A short silence was heard.

"What, oh god no, he's all fine, I am just calling, 'cause I've seen you calling a couple of times." So Harry had his phone with him, not locked up somewhere.

"That doesn't gives you the right to snoop through his phone, what the fuck?"

"Calm down, I didn't 'snoop through it' "

"Then what exactly do you need it for?" He didn't mean to sound so harsh about it, but he felt uneasy in his stomach.

"You know he's tired of you calling all the time, right?" And there it was. The words that he was most scared of.

He didn't answered to that.

"Look, I know Harry, he is a good guy and according to how he saved your name on his phone, you're his stud or something, but everytime he sees you calling he doesn't even tries to pick it up."

"You're lying", his voice is much more broken than he wished it to be.

"Look, Harry needs to focus on his further shows, the last thing he needs is stress, so I am telling you: if you care for him, stop calling him."

"You don't tell me how to treat my boyfriend." His voice was a bare whisper, loud enough for Cody to hear. It stood silence for a couple of seconds. Then a laughter was heard.