Bullshit

"I feel like I never see you anymore, you hardly cuddle me anymore I feel like everythings too tense" Harry cries, staring at Louis who is staring at the floor. He stands leaning against the kitchen counter, all that's between the two is an island.. but it feels like a lot more.

"Is that how you feel?" Louis says, finally looking towards the younger boy showing the tears brimming in his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Harry asks softly, wiping away his tears, "You never talk to me anymore!"

Louis stays silent, casting his eyes once more to the floor.

"See?! You're just proving my point! I want to know what's going on in your mind!" Harry yells between sobs, letting out his frustrations.

"I want to make this work" Louis said after a moment in silence, "Maybe we just need to take a break"

"No" Harry starts standing up, walking towards Louis "No no no no no you-" Harry lets out a sob, stopping his sentence, "You can't leave me"

"I have to," Louis says, shaking Harry off his arm and quickly moving out the door.

Louis sits in his car, finally letting the tears fall. His vision is blurred as he pounds against the seat, letting out a frustrated groan. He hastily wipes his eyes and pulls out his cellphone and doing the only thing he thinks of, he types "Larry" into the search bar and finds a tweet about never denying Larry. With shaky fingers he types a reply, "Hows this, Larry is the biggest load of bullshit Ive ever heard. Im happy why cant you accept that"

He watches as Twitter explodes infront of him. He wipes one last tear from his cheek and turns on the ignition before pulling out of the driveway.

-one year later-

Harry sits on the couch after rehearsals cuddling into Michael, he can't help but lean up into his neck occasionally giving it a soft kiss. For once in what feels like forever, he is happy.

"Harry you dork, I can't focus," Michael laughs, turning his head and quickly kissing Harry on the lips.

"Oh you sneaky bastard! You'll pay for that one," Harry winks and pushes Michael down on the black leather, pinning him down. Michael laughs as Harry attacks his face and neck with kisses. Through their laughter the pair doesn't notice the door opening,

"Oh sorry" They hear Louis squeak from the doorway, slamming it a little too loudly.

Harry jerks up, ignoring Michael.

"Louis," Harry frowns

"Forget about it Harry," Michael suggests,

"I hurt him," Harry says, standing up and walking out the door. It isn't long until Harry finds Louis, slumped down against the wall outside the door.

"I'm sorry Louis," Harry says, sliding down to sit next to him.

"You're not sorry. Its over, its been over for a while now. We both should move on. Its fine really I'm happy with Eleanor," Louis says, showing a sad smile.

"You and me both know that's a lie," Harry says, grabbing Louis' hand.

"What happened to making this work out?" Louis asks in a childlike voice.

"I don't know Louis, we've fallen apart,"

"I don't want to fall apart Harry,"

Harry doesnt know what to reply, so silence envelopes them for a moment.

"What do you want Harry? Is your heart with me or Michael"

"I don't know what I want Louis. You know I gave you my heart forever ago but there's so much pressure. It's hard to look at you in public and know that I can't kiss you or hold your hand, I don't want to hide,"

"So what's different with Michael!"

"Maybe he makes me happy! Maybe he's the only thing that gets my mind off you, but I guess now that doesn't even work!" Harry yells, unsure of who can hear but not caring at the same time.

"Call me when you know, just know I might not be waiting for you anymore. If you loved me this wouldn't be so hard,"

"Its hard because I love you! Don't you get it!" Harry cries, pulling Louis up from the floor.

Their teary eyes lock, and then their lips. Its been a while since the pair moved against eachother, and it feels warm and brand new like a cake right out of the oven.

"I knew this would happen" Michael says from behind them, "I hope one day I can find someone who loves me as much as you love eachother,"

They turn to face him, his smile is genuine but his eyes are sad. Harry smiles too, and grabs Louis' hand where it slids into its rightful place, the place it never should have left, and as their fingers intertwine all three boys smile and laugh. Maybe for once they can all be happy, and since Harry is happy Michael is too.

And for once everything stopped falling, because everything landed into place.