Harry's POV
I sat bar trying to forget him. The only one who I genuinely loved. Management Will never let it happen and even if they did he would never love ME! He is straight. And on the stage and on the couch I am too.But that's not me.
Management would end my career if I ever came out. Confused? Well, I am too. Let me explain : "Him" is none other than the infamous Louis Tomlinson. And I am Harry Styles. I know you think we're together but he doesn't love me. I don't think he does anyway. He's with Eleanor. She's so much better than ME.
I've been labled by the media as an man-whore who can't be trusted. Well, You can blame that one on management. All those women were sent in by Modest! as a cover-up. I really didn't mind in the beginning as I actually liked the first few but it went downhill with Caroline. I mean she's pretty and all but she's way older than me. And oh god don't get me started on Taylor. She was so whiny and demanding. I was glad it was over.
I payed my tab and left the bar. I walked out of the bar. Not wankered but with a nice enough buzz. Safe enough to drive home with out getting pulled over. I put the keys in the ignition and begun to think about Louis. I don't think it's possible to forget him. There are so many reasons to remember him that you can't forget and I guess that's what I need to do. Remember. As I drive along the busy London streets,he fills my mind. How his eyes change color depending on his mood. When he's happy his eyes are the color of the ocean after a storm. When he is sad they fade to grey. And finally when he is lustful or angry the become the color of the sky during a storm in July. His voice. A voice that can produce the most wonderful sound that I've ever heard. The same voice that can calm you down and the same voice that can drive me crazy. In a good way.
I pulled into the driveway and was thankful to see the absence of Eleanor's car. I like Eleanor but she has what I want. I grab all my stuff and head to the flat. I walked as straight as possible. Liam would go nuts if he knew I was drunk. But even if he did it wouldn't matter. He was the first one I told.
"Where have you been, Hazza?" Louis asked. "I went out for a bit." I replied as best as I could without jumping on him and ripping his clothes off. His hair was swooped to one side and he was wearing glasses and a beanie. I turned to walk to my room when I heard the voice that had been making my heart stop since 2010. "Um, Haz can I talk to you for a second?" He asked. I turned around and saw him standing there with a stupid grin on his face
"Uh, Yea sure. What about?" I asked. I was so glad he was talking to me instead of someone else. Its obviously something too big for Liam or Eleanor to help with or he would have talked to them.
"I'm not comfortable talking about it in the middle of the hall, so can we go in your room?" He Questioned sheepishly. Lou is Nervous. He's never nervous. Must be important.
"Yea, sure." I said. Most of my fantasies started this way so I knew how to keep the dialogue going. We walked back to my room and Louis shut and locked the door behind him and sat on my bed. I sat be side him.
"You know me and Eleanor have been going through a row, right?" He led. Of course I knew. The whole world new, with it being plastered on the cover of every magazine. It was over them not having time for each other. She's a full time model and we're on our Take Me Home summer tour all around the world.
I nodded and he continued "Well, I broke it off" He said aimlessly. I couldn't help but let my jaw hit the floor. Elounor was OVER? They were the It couple of England. They we're perfect for each other.
I couldn't help but ask "How did she take it?" I asked. Louis sighed "Come take a look for yourself. He got up and lead me to his room. I looked around the room and saw a shattered Mac Book, Lamp, Picture frame, Ripped poster, Bed sheets strewn everywhere, a broken bed and a smashed Otter-box containing an un -damaged IPhone 4s.
"If she did this much damage, you shoudn't date her." I said matter-a-factly with a slight grin. Louis Looked away from the damage and reciprocated my grin. "I know. At least I didn't break it off in the vicinity of any knives, or there would only be 4 members of One Direction." He joked. We laughed.
"I best be off to bed mate" I said with a yawn. "Oh, Haz. Can I sleep with you? My bed is broken." Louis asked knowing I wouldn't say no. "Of course you can." I said just a little too quickly. "I'll get dressed in here and meet you in your room. 'Kay?" Lou said. "Yea, see you in a few." I said leaving the room, or well the ' almost crime scene '.
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I lay in my bed when I feel someone come in and lay beside me. Louis. "Goodnight Hazza" Lou says and kisses my cheek. The simple gesture sends shivers down my spine. What a good way to fall asleep. Beside the person you love. Even though they might not feel the same way. "Goodnight Boo bear" I say and fall in to a dreamland made of visions of the Blue-green eyed angel known as Louis Tomilnson.
Author's Note
Don't hate on me! I tried to make it as long as possible with out droning on and on and on...
Stay Fuzzy Le Ninjas
