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

Chapter Nineteen

Authors Note: I did this chapter I bit differently than most. Please know that i personally do not hate Eleanor in anyway. Please leave feedback and maybe a vote :)

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*** Louis's POV ***

Today has defiantly been a long day for me. Not only have I been forced away from my boyfriend for the umpteenth millionth time, but I have also been informed that I will need to marry my 'girlfriend' in two weeks. My life is screwed up, but not as much as my precious boyfriends.

Getting ready for my date (more like a bloody publicity stunt), I couldn't help but think of how Harry has been holding up. I know during the meeting earlier I was crying and he was remaining strong for me, but I know for a fact that he can't stay like that for long. I love him with all of my heart, but he is too emotional to withstand anything as life changing as me being forced to marry someone other than him. Of course it would be a 'marriage' because Modest is in no way able to force me down the aisle and marry her legally. It would be a marriage that isn't legally bound. But, Harry wouldn't understand that. I've been with him for long enough to know that he thinks more with his heart than with his head.

So as I sit here in the cab getting ready to go into Angelus, an upscale restaurant in London, I can't help but hope for the best for Harry tonight.

As soon as we were allowed out of the cab, Eleanor was attached to my arm. Wrapping hers around mine; we walked into the restaurant. Paparazzi's were lined up to snap pictures of us two as we got into the restaurant, hoping to capture a scandalicious picture of us. Little do they know, nothing like that would be happening.

"How many are in your party?" a young woman asks me giddily as I walk up to the dining room. Immediately after she began speaking to me I knew she was a fan.

"Just us two" I say with a smile.

"Alright, just follow me" she says as she grabs two menus and proceeds to walk into a romantically lit room. Taking Eleanor and I all the way to the back of the restaurant, she stopped at a table with a window next to it. Right outside of it is a wonderful view of the city.

"Your server will be with you in a few minutes. But before I leave, would you mind signing this napkin for me?" she asks as she takes a napkin out of her uniform pocket.

"Of course" I say politely and then write my signature on the paper.

"Thank you so much! I hope you two enjoy your date, I can't wait to see your wedding pictures!"

Great. I always seem to run into the fans that love Eleanor and I together, but rarely ever get any of my favorites, the ones that can see beyond the lies.

"What are you getting?" Eleanor asks me, snapping me back into reality.

I quickly glance at the menu, and pick out the first thing I see. That only helps prevent an argument from arising between the two of us.

"I'm getting a 12 ounce filet mignon" I say putting down my menu.

"I'm getting the same. How nice the two of us finally agreeing on something for once".

Despite what everyone thinks of Eleanor, I really do not like her that much. She has done nothing but bleed me dry of my money from day one, but that's in her contract. To use as much of my hard earned income on whatever she pleases. It really doesn't surprise me that she would pick the same thing as me to eat, even though she doesn't like meat that much, because the filet here is £58. That's the highest priced dish they have here.

"How's everything going with your emo boyfriend?" Eleanor asks trying to strike up a conversation with me.

She knows how much it bothers me when she makes fun of Harry, yet she does it anyway. Most likely because she has had a crush on me since before she was assigned to me.

"So you mind not calling him that?" I ask referring to her calling Harry 'emo'.

"Why? That's what he is. He bloody cuts himself because he wants attention probably. How pathetic. You choose him, a messed up gay boy, over me a pretty girl with a high inheritance coming to me when my daddy dies. You could have me, but you chose him. Look at what you got yourself into" she scoffs at me.

I take a deep breath before responding to her rude remark about the love of my life.

"Just because you can't have me doesn't mean you can bash on my boyfriend. Harry has had problems for a long time, things he kept from me with fear of if he opened his mouth his secrets would get out to the world. No wonder why he feared it. It's people like you. The girls and boys that want me, the ones that want him in his grave. Eleanor I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but there is no us! Never has been, and never will be!" I say not caring who hears me.

"Well then, honey when he does successfully kill himself, please know that I am right here for you" she slips in before our server comes to our table.

The two of us order our meals, and then try to ignore each other for a little while.

Since my phone died while I was in the car, I just sit here with my head against the backboard of the booth thinking. Thinking of Harry, shirtless sitting around the pool. Having a laugh with some people, making new friends. Hopefully that is how his night is going. He deserves some sort of happiness after the week he has had, especial when we go back on tour in just three days.

Keeping his the image of his body in my head, I can't help but feel a bit worked up. I mean he is no easy sight to look at, with his beautiful features. I'd be damned if I thought I was good enough for a man like him.

"Louis" I hear Eleanor say with concern. But, I choose to ignore her.

A minute passes by before when speaks again.

"Louis! Look!" she says screaming this time, forcing me out of my daydream.

"What!" I ask angrily.

She hands me her phone with twitter open.

"Look at the number one world trend".

So I look and my jaw drops.

#/harrystylescuts is trending worldwide at number one with a picture link attached.

The picture as I open is of him obviously scared, hurrying to grab his stuff from the pool he was at tonight.

"Louis" Eleanor says as she takes her phone back from me.

But before I even respond I take off running out of the restaurant. Determined to find Harry before its too late.