Little Sips: A Book of One Shots

Beautiful [Larry]

❝Yoυ αrε bεαυτιfυl, no mαττεr whατ τhεγ sαγ. Words cαn'τ brιng γoυ doωn.

Yoυ αrε bεαυτιfυl, ιn εvεrγ sιnglε ωαγ. Words cαn'τ brιng γoυ doωn.

So don'τ γoυ brιng mε doωn τodαγ.❞

–Bᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ | Cʜʀɪsᴛɪɴᴀ Aɢᴜɪʟᴇʀᴀ

Not a single sound was heard throughout the pitch dark room. Only a bright, tiny screen could be seen. A screen held in the petite hands of Louis Tomlinson. A small sniffle scratched through the silence.

Louis knew that he wasn't supposed to look at the tweets. Harry had told him multiple times to never look at them. But he couldn't help it. As much as he tried not to, thoughts always seemed to lead him to that area of Twitter. He started eating less, and he had more and more restless night, tossing and turning, trying to make all of the thoughs dissappear. His abdomen ached and growled as his thumb padded across the slick screen of his iPhone.

"OMG! Elounor is so perf! They need to get married!" was one of them. He was such a liar. He was lying to every single one of his fans. How did Harry even trust him? All he did was lie.

A tear slipped silently down his cheek.

"Larry is so gross omg." Louis winced, his bottom lip starting to tremble. He was disgusting. Nothing but a disgrace to One Direction. Why was he even in the band? He should just quit. Everyone would want him to leave anyways. Because he was gross. Why did Harry even want to be with him? 

"im so glad louis confirmed larry wasnt real. that would be wrong!" More and more tears stained the boy's face, his breathing becoming uneven. He was wrong, messed up. How could anyone even stand to be by him? He did nothing right.

"whoever believes in larry should die it is so disgusting i cant even" He couldn't hold back the sobs anymore. Louis threw his phone onto the duvet, his whole body racking with his terrible sobs. He didn't deserve to live.

"Lou?" a voice called out. It was Harry. 

"Harry..." Louis choked out, hearing his voice. Louis began to scream for Harry. He needed him. He need Harry to tell him that he wasn't a liar, or disgusting, and that he deserved so much to live.

"Lou?? Lou!" he shrieked, entering the bedroom, hearing Louis' cries. His sobs only got worse as he entered the room. "Oh my god, baby!"

"Harry...th-they hate me. Th-they hate me. I'm nothing but a liar. I'm disgusting. I don't even deserve to live. I should just...kill myself," he wailed. Harry's eyes glistened with tears as his heart shattered hearing those words come from someone who he cared so much about. Louis was none of those things. Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Louis tightly, mumbling jumbles of 'no's and 'Lou's. Louis hiccupped, continuing to sob. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Harry. I'm so sorry. I understand if you're mad at me or don't want to be with me anymore or–"

"No. Don't you ever say that Louis. Ever," Harry scolded, a few tears escaping his eyes. "I am mad. But only because I care about you so much, Louis. You are not a liar. I trust you with everything, Lou. I trust you more than anyone. You are not disgusting. You are so beauitful, in every single way. And Louis...you defnitely deserve to live. You are my light, Louis. I would not be able to live without you. I do not ever want to hear you say any of those things about yourself. Okay?" Harry felt Louis softly nod against his chest.

Louis' cries had died down to small hiccups and sniffles and he could feel his eyelids becoming heavier by the second. He breathed in deeply, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Okay," Louis whispered. "Th-thank you, Harry."

"Don't you listen to a word they say. They're all stupid people. All that matters is I love you. So, so much. And I always will no matter what," Harry soothed into Louis' ear. Harry pulled back, looking into Louis' eyes. Louis cheeks were glistening with tears, and Harry brought his hand up to Louis' neck, wiping them away with his thumb.

"I l-love you, too," Louis hiccuped, and Harry pulled his head in to kiss him softly on the lips. Louis sighed, grasping onto Harry's curls desperately. He needed that kiss.

Harry could feel Louis tears against his face, and he pulled away, kissing the wet cheeks multiple times. Louis continued to cry softly, and Harry kicked his shoes off, climbing into the bed with him. He pulled the sobbing Louis tightly into his chest and kissed his forehead.

Louis shakily breathed in Harry's scent, and it immediately soothed him, and he nuzzled into Harry, pulling his feet up.

 "Don't listen to them Louis. You are beautiful. Promise you won't listen to what they say?" Harry whispered into Louis' tousled hair.

"I promise," the older yet smaller boy breathed, barely audible. Harry kissed his head once more, and wraped his arms tighter around Louis' waist. Louis smiled into Harry, breathed in his scent once more, slowly drifting off to sleep in Harry's arms, those nasty thoughts forgotten, all replaced by Harry's sweet words.

-londynn