Can't Change || Larry

0.7

Word Number : 1,000
Published : October 27, 2015

(Probably the longest chapter I'll do)
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March 5, 2016 6:12am

Harry didn't come home that night, but it was totally understandable. He needed his space, he needed to be away from the mess that was Louis. At least that's what the feathery haired boy thought.

Niall had stayed there the whole night cuddling him on the couch singing to him softly and carding his fingers through his hair soothingly when he cried.

When they woke up in the morning, it was due to the sound of the door closing and keys dropping into a bowl. Niall was the first to blink his eyes open tiredly and look toward the source of the sound and then down to make sure Louis was still asleep. His eyes immediately hardened when he saw Harry taking off his jacket and his shoes like if everything was alright.

"How could you?" The curly haired man jumped in surprise, almost falling, and looked at the blond.

"What?" He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and walked off towards the hall to his and Louis' shared bedroom.

Niall gently placed Louis on the couch and stood up and followed after him. "Don't what me you shit."

"Look Ni, I had a right to say what I did, he accused me of cheating for gods sake."

"No, Harry. You did not have a right, he's your boyfriend and he's hurt. So, how could you? How could you stand there and tell him you'd rather be out with someone else instead of him, and then leave without returning home right after he'd thought you might cheat?" The blue eyed male groaned and tugged at his hair in anger. "Do you even pay any attention to him?"

"Yes, Niall, I do."

"Then you tell me when the fuck was the last time he ate?" Angry tears gathered in his eyes as he pointed at him. "You have no right to stand here in front of me and tell me you have a god damn right you cunt, because you fucking don't."

"Ni?" They both looked at Louis as he opened the bedroom door and stepped in. "Hazza?" His eyes lit up in the slightest as he rushed to hug the tall lad. "Where were you? Were you with Nick?"

"No." The small man looked up at him and gripped at his shirt.

"Where were you then? Where'd you go? Who with?"

"Jesus, will you just stop asking questions? I went to a motel by myself okay?" Louis let him go and backed up next to Niall.

"I'm sorry." Niall wrapped an arm around him and shot a glare at Harry.

"You know what, Harry?" When he got no response he tugged Louis over to the closet and motioned for Louis to open it. "I'm taking Louis to mine and he's staying there until you get your shit together."

"I'm not the one who accused him of fucking cheating, Niall." The blond ignored him and helped Louis grab a few pairs of clothes and shoved them into a bag Louis pulled out.

"That's all you're taking?" Louis looked around the closet before he grabbed Harry's lavender sweater and placed it inside the bag. With a small nod to the blond, he walked towards the nightstand to grab his phone and the charger and then out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door.

Niall stayed behind and looked at the tall lad with hard eyes. "And don't come look for him until you're ready to apologize." He walked out and grabbed the bag off Louis' dainty hands and opened the door for him. "Let's go babes."

The feathery haired boy didn't look back as they walked to the blond's car or he knew he would just beg to stay. He hated himself for causing so much drama. Maybe that's why everyone hated him, maybe that's why Harry hated him, because he caused way too much drama. He just caused trouble and he hated himself for it. There was a gut wrenching pain in his tummy and he knew he should just get some breakfast, but he wasn't hungry. He never seemed hungry lately, and that was okay because he needed to loose a pound or two, or ten. At least in his mind he thought he needed to. Maybe fans would like him a tad bit more if he was skinnier.

Niall shot him a worried glance but didn't say anything yet and just started the car and drove off. The car was quiet for a while before the older lad looked at the blond.

"Is it my fault?" Niall furrowed his brows and quickly looked at him.

"No, Lou." He whispered loud enough to be heard.

"Then why does it feel like it is? Why does it hurt so much if it isn't?" The Irish lad bit his lip, but allowed him to continue. "I said I was sorry, and I am. It's just that, he's... He's Harry Styles and people that like him surround him almost everywhere, and I know he could do a billion times better than just me. I know he can, and that's why I worry because I know he'll get tired and he'll leave. He left last night, what's stopping him from leaving again, and this time not coming back? Me?" He scoffed and laughed dryly. "I'm not worth enough to reassure myself he'll come back."

"Lou..." Niall sniffled as his eyes clouded with tears, having to wipe at them quickly. "You're worth so much, and Harry loves you." When Louis shook his head, he nodded. "He loves you, he just... he's worried and doesn't know what to do."

"I don't know what to do." The Doncaster lad rested his head back against the seat and shrugged. "I'm just tired, so tired."

"Of what babes?"

"Of myself."

And if Niall had to pull over to sob into his hands, Louis would admit to feeling like crap because he was the cause of those tears. Because he knew he wasn't fine at all.

He wasn't.