Larry Stylinson Mature One Shot

Part 2

"Alright, Harry! Stop! Stop!" Liam yelled. He pulled the bag away and grabbed Harry hands. "You're hurting yourself! Stop!" Harry fought against his grip, but Liam was stronger than him. "Harry! Calm down! Calm down."

Harry finally gave up and fell into Liam's embrace. He clutched his back and held onto him for dear life as he sobbed. Liam wrapped his arms around his back and rubbed it gently. "It's ok, Harry," he cooed. "Whatever it is, it'll be ok."

Harry pulled away and wiped his eyes. "No, it won't," he said. "It'll never be ok."

They sat on the floor of the empty gym, and Liam listened patiently as Harry recounted the whole story-how it was love at first sight, how they hid it from everyone, how management caught on and started pushing them apart, how they threatened them, how Louis left him for the good of the band, how he hadn't been happy since.

"Harry," Liam said when he was finished. "We had no idea."

"I know."

"You should have said something to us," he said. "We would have been behind you guys 100%. They couldn't do anything if we were together. They're nothing without us."

"Part of me thinks he just wanted an out," Harry said, choking on the last syllable.

"Harry, don't say that," Liam said. "He loves you. It was-it is just a bad situation."

"There's nothing I can do about it now," Harry said . "He's with her."

"Oh, honestly," Liam said with a roll of his eyes. "We may not have known about you and him, but anyone with eyes can see he's not happy with her. It makes sense now that I know he's just trying to keep up appearances."

"It doesn't matter," Harry says.

"But it does," Liam said. "Have you even tried to talk to him about it since it happened?"

"No."

"Maybe you should."

"He's always with her," Harry said.

"I can take care of that," Liam said. "Just promise me you'll talk to him." Harry nodded. "Ok. Now let me see how much damage you've done to your hands."

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His hands hurt. His knuckles were raw; the top layer of skin was gone. He stared at them, clenching and unclenching this fingers just to feel the burn of the stretching skin. Liam texted him half an hour ago and said Danielle was taking her to lunch. Louis would be alone for the afternoon.

He sighed and finally brought himself to get up. He grabbed his wallet and stuffed it in his back pocket before walking down the hall to Louis' room. It wasn't like they hadn't spoken since it happened. Louis was still his best friend, but they never talked about that night. They never hugged for prolonged periods of time. They never made eye contact for more than a second. They weren't the same. Just thinking about it made Harry's stomach flip.

Harry gasped as his wounded knuckles rapped against Louis' door. He noticed he was shaking. He balled his fists and kept them tight against his side as he waited for Louis to open the door.

"Harry!" Louis greeted him with a large smile.

"Busy?" Harry asked.

"Nope. Eleanor-" He stopped without finishing the statement. "Um, no, I'm not busy," he stammered. His smile faltered, and he stepped aside to let Harry in.

Harry walked and sat on the edge of the bed. He rested his hands on his knees. He stared at the wall.

"What did you do to your hands, Harry?" Louis asked. He sat down next to Harry. He reached his hand out to touch him, but retracted.

"Rough workout," Harry whispered, high enough for Louis to listen.

"You should be more careful, Harry," Louis said.

"Did you love me?" Harry blurted before he could stop himself. He had thought about what he wanted to say, about how he wanted to start this conversation. This wasn't it.

"Harry?" Louis said, shocked about Harry's words.

"I loved you-no, I love you enough to give up everything," he said. "Did you ever love me-even a little?"

"I don't want to talk about this," Louis said. He got up from the bed and turned his back to Harry. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.