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

Chapter Twelve

When I wake up, it's early the next morning, 7:23 to be exact. I had slept for thirteen hours straight, something I very rarely do. The air in the room is rather cold, but I have learned that coldness is one of Nick's favorite things. Yes, I know I have a very strange friend, but he is a good person. After all, he was the first to offer me a place to stay after Louis basically kicked me out.

I sit up on my bed, and grab my laptop off the floor.

The wallpaper and screensaver photos are both of Louis and I. One being from the X Factor days, when we were just two idiots trying to figure out our feelings for each other. The other photo is of us two when we were at the Video Music Awards, and we had just won an award. The hug that we exchanged then, has been the most obvious moment of our affection in months. We basically flew out of our seats and immediately ran into each others arms!

But, looking at these pictures now, just makes me want to drown myself in tears. The smile that Louis had in the one from the X Factor days, probably hasn't been on his face in days. He probably hasn't even been happy at all ever since receiving that text from me.

I am the one that ruined his happiness, and it hurts to know that. It hurts to know that after all the problems and challenges we have been put through in our relationship, it was me that ruined it.

Clicking on the Safari icon, it leads me to the front page of Yahoo. The most popular stories are being drowned in loads of articles about the 'Elounor Engagement'. No matter how far down I scroll, I see headlines like "Louis Tomlinson, member of One Direction has finally decided to tie the knot!". All these headlines aren't true, Louis didnt decide to do any of that. He was forced.

But one article sticks out to me. The title "Louis and Eleanor are finally tying the knot, how will Harry take this?".

Great, I've been pulled into this shit also. I know I have been a part of it all along, but the media could at least just left me out of it on that aspect. Just let me have some room, especially if they think I am hurting because of the 'engagement'. All of those journalists are just assholes.

Deciding that I've spent enough time looking at that crap, I go onto to the site I originally wanted to go on.

I log into Twitter, and immediately go to the search bar. Typing in "Larry Stylinson", I brave myself for the worst. Tons of tweets come up, many of them from angry teenage girls.

For the next five hours I spend time reading tweets and twitlongers on how everyone is upset about the engagement, and how I can fuck off (that was coming from the Elounor shippers). So many people are angry because of all the rumors circulating around in the fandom now. In all honesty, I can't blame them either. All those girls probably though that when they became fans of ours, they would just be getting a great bunch of idols, but they don't even truly know who the five of us really are.

Once I have had my fill of the heart wrenchingly painful posts, I close down my laptop, making sure that the lock was also on it at the same time. Some things on there just shouldn't be left open that easily, especially around someone as snoopy as Nick.

I look over at the clock and see that it is now 1:30 in the afternoon. Perfect enough time to head over to the flat I shared with Louis.

Quickly, I climb out of bed and change into something nice and comfortable. Searching through the closet, I pull out my Ramones t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. After throwing those on, I put on my converse, grab my wallet, phone, and keys, and less the house.

On the ride over to the flat, I was blasting The Beatles. Eleanor Rigby is the song that fits me best right now, because after all I am just a loner. A kid with so many problems that I managed to fuck up the only good thing in my life. Even though I have the fame, I still am as lonely as fuck.

When I arrive at the house, I see that Louis's car is still parked in the driveway alongside Zayn's. I look over at the clock to check the time.

1:58.

He should be leaving any moment now.

I wait outside for a few minutes, until the clock officially strikes two, and decide that it's time for me to get out. After all, Louis did say that 2-5 was the time I could come over.

When I reach the door, I can hear voices coming from what sounds like the living room. Knowing that Louis changed the locks (Niall had texted me last night a huge rant and that was part of it), I knock on the door.

"I'll get it" I hear Louis say on the other side of the door, to who I suppose is Zayn.

As he walks over to the door, and slowly turns the door nob, my heart stops as I come face to face with him.

"Hi" I say sounding as nervous as I was the day I asked him out.

"You're early" he scoffs at me.

"It's 2, I'm not early" I say as I walk into the house.

Boxes line the wall right next to the door, all marked 'Harry shit'. I laugh to myself, realizing that shit seems to be Louis's new word. That boy always has to have a word that he uses incessantly, until he gets sick of it and picks a new one.

"I don't need sass from you asshole" he says walking back over toward Zayn.

"I wasn't trying to be sassy, that's your job" I rebuke at him, as I walk over to my boxes.

"Excuse me?" he says stopping dead in his tracks.

"What Lou?" I ask as I pick up one of my boxes, thank god it's a light one.

His response catches me off guard.

"You fucking think that you can just come back to the flat, fucking sassing me? You dickhead were the one that hates me! I loved you Harry, but now I can't help but want to rip your fucking head off! You're just a drunkard Harry, a fucking asshole drunkard!" he says as he walks over toward me.

It takes a minute for my to think of a proper response without pissing him off any further.

"Listen, I'm sorry for sending the text, I was dr..." I try saying, with Louis's fist cutting me off middle statement.

He has just punched me straight across my jaw, sending a sharp pain right across my face. Stunned at what just happened, I stay frozen where I was standing.

"I don't want some fucking excuses Styles, just shut up and get out!" he says sounding more pissed off than I have ever heard him.

"Make me" I say without actually thinking.

Within seconds, I am pinned to the floor with Louis sitting on top of me, swinging his fists at all parts of my body. Naturally, I am not a fighter. So I just lay here, taking the hits I deserve.

"Louis stop it!" I hear Zayn say in the background as he runs over to pull Louis off of me.

Once he is off, Zayn pushes Louis over to an empty corner. He comes back over to help me stand up.

Knowing that if I stay here any longer, I will end up severely injured, I start to head out the door.

"I'll come back another time for my stuff" I say as I walk out the door.

"Wait Harry" I hear Louis say out of breath.

I turn around to see what he wants.

"I hate you too".