Larry Stylinson Mature One Shot

*Mature Content*

Harry put all his weight behind the punch. He drew back and swung again, over and over until he felt his knuckles becoming raw. Liam held the bag in place. He looked worried. He was talking to him, but Harry wasn't listening. Memories from the past two years flooded him with every punch.

But at the same time, he never wanted him to leave.>>

Harry exhaled and put more pressure on his other foot. He eyed the bag. He brought his balled fists to his face and swung again.

Louis rested his head on Harry's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. Harry placed his other hand over Louis' and smiled.>>

Liam stared at him. He said something about slowing down, about taking it easy. Harry ignored him. He swung again.

"Not everything" he said. Louis leaned into his touch. "Don't be scared. I'll still be here with you. No amount of fame could ever change that. There will always be you and me." "Promise?" Louis asked. "Only if you promise me too."

Louis smiled and nodded. "I love you," he said. Harry cupped the back of his neck and pulled him forward. Their lips pressed together in a way that was now very familiar. Louis' hands snuck under his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Moments later, laying naked, hovering over him, Louis asked: "Is this ok?"

"Yes," Harry said simply. Louis kissed him again.>>

"Fuck," Harry muttered. The material of the gloves was rubbing him raw, cutting through his flesh. He still didn't stop.

"Who cares what they think, Lou?" he asked.

"They control our whole future, Harry!" Louis said, finally turning to him. "They're just going to keep pushing us and pushing us, always apart and never together. We're always hiding, always censoring ourselves. I can't do it anymore."

"We'll leave then," Harry pleaded. "We'll just leave. We'll go somewhere where no one knows us."

"That's not an option anymore, Harry," Louis said quietly. He sat down on the couch next to him. He laced his fingers in his lap. "You know that's not an option. It's not just our lives we'd be effecting."

"Lou, I love the boys, but I love you more," Harry said. A lump was building in his throat.y

"Harry..."

"What are you saying, Lou?" Harry said. Tears spilled from his eyes. He silently prayed to a god that he didn't even believe in that Louis wouldn't say what he thought he was going to say.

"We can't do this anymore, Harry."

"Louis, please," Harry begged. "Don't do this."

"I'm so sorry, Haz." Louis got up without looking at him. He grabbed his keys and left the house.

The next time Harry saw him was a week later, and he had a girlfriend.>>