To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter One

My life hasn't always been this way. Fast cars, money out the ying yang, clubbing every night, staying out until dawn, and partying with adults older than me. But, that's what happens when you become the so called 'leader' of the most famous international boyband since The Beatles. When your famous you get tons of thing thrown you way, but with the fame comes a price.

In the media, I am portrayed as one of the worst men that could ever walk this planet. Coming across as a manwhore, getting called loads of names for 'breaking up marriages', and forced to be someone I am not. But, in reality I am just a scared teenage boy, who relies on his boyfriend and friends to keep him from becoming a mess.

Before I was famous, I was just an average boy working at a bakery. I had tons of friends at school, a relatively successful band with my mates, and just was a happy boy. But, everything changed for me when I auditioned to be on X Factor.

At first I had thought that auditioning for a reality show would be fun. I never knew about the dark side of the entertainment world until I was sucked in too deep. My time on the X Factor made me grow up faster than I ever imagined. But, what helped me most while dealing with the problems thrown at me, was having the four lads I have gotten to know so well be on that journey alongside me.

Those four lads have become in the last four years, the closest to brothers you could ever get. Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis are four of the reasons I remain sane enough to remain in the band. If I get yelled at for doing something 'gay' in an interview, Liam is there to hug me and talk through the issues. If I need someone to cheer me up after a spat with Louis, I go to Zayn for some deep talks. Niall is the one that helps me remain down to earth. If the fame ever starts to appear to be getting to my head, Niall will pull me aside and set me straight. But, Louis is the one that shows me the love that I need most, but know I don't deserve at all.

Despite all the love the boys show toward me, I still have doubts. Ever since I was around the age of thirteen, I have suffered from depression. It comes and goes based upon my stress levels, and with all of the adjustments in my life within the last three years, I have suffered big time. However, I manage to keep that side of me to myself.

As I lay on my bed tonight, I wait for Louis to return home. Tonight is just like most nights. Me having to wait for him to return from some date, set up by our management, with Eleanor. Sure, Eleanor is a nice girl, but I can't help but feel jealous knowing that she is the one that people idolize for being with Louis.

On the nights he is out, I force myself to stay awake until he arrives safely back at home. I know from past experiences it is a rather good choice to do so, because Louis usually will come back drunk and in need of help getting ready for bed.

The dates they go on usually only last around four hours. The typical dinner, walk in a park, and paparazzi shoots happen during that time. Then when they are done, Louis gets in one taxi, and Eleanor in another, and Louis comes home.

But, I expect tonight to be different. In the past months our fans have gotten extremely excited over to amount of 'moments' Louis and I have with each other on stage and in interviews. Usually with those moments, comes more Elounor related events. Which leads me to be left home alone, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I had ignored phone calls from Niall and Liam, asking me to chill with them all night. They should know by now, I just like to be left home on nights like these. So I can be here when Louis stumbles across the front doorframe.

As another text comes in from Niall, I hear a sound coming from downstairs. A minute later the front door closes. I climb out of bed and go to the top of the stair cases, to see my boyfriend standing at the bottom with a smile on his face.

"Welcome home sunshine" I say as I race down the stairs to join him at the bottom for a hug. It's a ritual of ours to greet each other with a hug and kiss when one of us arrives home to the other one.

"I missed you" Louis says as he wraps his arms around my body. My arms are already tightly wrapped around his small stature. I lean down a tad bit to allow our lips to connect for a brief minute. Sure enough his breath tastes like Corona.

"How was your night?" I ask as I help Louis take off our shared jean jacket. Once it's off I toss it onto our couch.

"Pretty good actually, I didn't really do much talking with Eleanor. A fan had arrived and somehow snuck in past security detail and joined the two of us" Louis says as he tightens his grip on me once again.

"That's good I guess" I say as I lead us toward the staircase, leading us to our bedroom. Once we arrive in our room, I plop Louis onto our bed and help undress him.

"Yeah" he says as sleepiness overcomes his voice. Once he is left only in his boxers, I climb into bed beside him. I roll over to possibly get a goodnight kiss, but he is already passed out. This is just a typical Friday night for us.