You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

Let Your Walls Fall Down

Of all the possible worst-case scenarios running through Laurent's mind, he would never have thought that this one would become his reality.

Larry was leaving him.

It had been a gradual downward spiral for the past four or five months, with Larry skipping events and not wanting to spend time together. He'd tell Laurent that he had already seen that concert, met that friend, and already had dinner. Whenever Laurent had offered to hang out, Larry found a way to turn him down and Laurent was beginning to see a pattern in this.

For as long as he could think, Laurent had told himself that Larry was his one true constant. 

Growing up, Laurent had slithered from one traumatic event to the next and nobody – absolutely nobody - had been a source of reliable consistency in his life. Everyone had always left or betrayed his trust or lied to him in the end. Except for Larry. 

Laurent had always taken comfort in one simple truth: even if nobody loved him in this world, Larry would. Or at least, that's what he used to tell himself. But that nagging little voice in the back of his mind had become a constant companion in recent years, whispering sweet, sweet lies about how everyone who had ever left him had reason to do so. About how he simply wasn't worth anyone's time and effort. About how he was undeserving of love in general. And about how one fateful day, Larry was going to see him for who he truly was, for all of his incompleteness and weakness and the bitterness that shrouded his heart and mind.

And maybe that fateful day had finally come.

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"Laurent stop," Larry swatted at the hands Laurent had placed onto his shoulder, trying to massage the knotted tension he could feel there. "Go annoy someone else."

"You're too tense," Laurent said, pointing at the exact spot between Larry's shoulder blade and the side of his throat where he had found the most tension. 

Larry knocked his hand off harder this time, shooting daggers at Laurent with his eyes and Laurent just raised his eyebrows at him. 'What?'

"Stop breathing down my freaking neck," Larry muttered. He had been in a terrible mood for days now and Laurent knew it was partially due to lack of sleep, but the words still stung. They had never had boundaries with each other. They had always been sharing chairs, beds and even showers as kid, always rough-housing or punching each other. Physical closeness came as naturally to them as breathing, sometimes to a point where it was a source of stress or anxiety if they didn't touch for too long. But recently, Larry had been avoiding Laurent's touch like the plague and it had gotten to a point, where Laurent was almost touch deprived and craved the closeness even more.

"You're in my space all the time."

"Dude, relax. I'm not doing anything," Laurent said, lifting his hands up innocently.

Larry had been bothered by almost everything Laurent did or said lately. If Laurent ordered room service for them, Larry claimed that he didn't like any of the stuff Laurent got them. If Laurent ended up accidentally wearing the same clothes to a workshop or training session, Larry stomped off, muttering something about 'stupid twin connection'. And whenever Laurent sought out his brother's company or tried to make plans with him, Larry came up with excuses, turning him down. And quite frankly, Laurent was getting a bit tired of his brother's dismissive behavior. He shouldn't have to put up with this. "Why are you so pissed at me?"

"You've been glued to my side for weeks now, Lau. There's eighty people on this tour and you probably wouldn't be able to name three of them because I'm the only one you talk to."