fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Twenty-Three

I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED THIS WHEN I WASNT SUPPOSED TO LOL BUT HERE IT IS ENJOY

Mood: As You Are by The Weeknd

Harry put his phone in his pocket as he wrote out the last message. He instantly regretted it. The black SUV that he was in came to a stop as they neared the airport.

He stepped out of his car, his family trailing behind him. His heart and head ached and all he wanted was to take a nap.

Anne was smiling and talking animatedly about random things. She thanked him for bringing them to New York.

"Are you okay?" She asks suddenly. Harry's eyes widen.

"Hmm? Yeah. I just...kinda had a disagreement with Lou." He says shrugging.

"What about?" She asks as they board the jet.

"Saw a picture of him with his ex and got jealous I guess." He really didn't want to talk about it.

"Why don't you talk to him about it? We're making a stop in London first."

"I'll think about it."

"Do you really want to go through the rest of your tour being upset?" She asks. Harry shakes his head. He'll visit Louis and talk to him.

****

Louis hasn't talked to Harry in two days. There were pictures of him being happy with his family in Holmes Chapel. Louis missed him.

He missed his obnoxious laugh and his horrible jokes and his penis nose. He just missed him.

He couldn't help but think that this was it for them. Maybe Harry only saw him as a good fuck and decided to leave after. Maybe he didn't even care about Louis. His thoughts were soon answered when he came home from work two days after he had the argument with Harry and found a sleek black Range Rover parked in front of his apartments.

He quickly made his way up the flights of stairs, out of breath when he reached his door.

And there sat Harry on the welcome mat of his door, his head in his hands. He looked up when Louis made his way to the door.

"Hey." Harry greets him, grimly.

"Why didn't you knock? Eleanor's home. It's bloody cold out here."

"She wouldn't let me in. Said I wasn't allowed anymore." Harry explained. Louis couldn't help the small twitch of a smile that etched onto his face. Eleanor cared about him too much.

Louis rolled his eyes and unlocked the door, a shoe instantly flying at his head. Louis yelped as it hit him square in the jaw.

"El!" Louis gasped. The brunettes eyes widen.

"I thought you were Harry. Sorry." Harry walked in after Louis. Eleanor glared at him and threw her other shoe at him. It hit him on the top of his head.

"Ow." He mumbled rubbing his head.

"El, go to your room. Me and Harry are gonna talk." Louis says. Eleanor eyes the two boys before mumbling profanities and heading to her room.

Once they're alone, Louis sighs. His façade falls and he frowns. They're silent for a moment.

"You know...you getting mad at me for dancing with Liam is kind of ironic." Louis states, looking at his shoes.

"How?"

"I have seen you with Taylor countless times and not once do I feel any jealousy because I know you. I know that you don't like her in that way. But the second I go around with friends and have fun it's a whole different story. I know nothing is going on between you and Taylor so why can't you see the same thing with me and Liam?" Louis asks.

"I-I just--I don't know why I freaked out the way I did." Harry stutters because he was telling the truth. If Louis could trust him with Taylor why can't he reciprocate?

"If this is going to work out between us we need to trust each other." Louis says sternly, biting on his bottom lip. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry. I fucked up. I just--never liked someone as much as you. I don't want to lose you." Harry says, a frown on his face. Louis' face softens.

"Ditto." The small boy says. His cheeks were red from a blush. Harry closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around Louis, kissing his temple softly.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop by earlier. I was too scared." He states, "I feel as if I have to go apologize to Eleanor too."

Louis chuckles.

"I would say it's fine but in reality I think you should." Harry excuses himself and makes his way to Eleanor's room. Louis can hear Eleanor shouting and then after a few minutes it's silent.

The duo walk out, Eleanor eyeing Harry curiously.

"Did you two make up?" Louis asks.

"Sort of. I told him I wouldn't chuck anymore shoes at him if he lets me do his hair." Harry shrugged and took a seat on the couch. Eleanor smiles and runs to her room to get her supplies.

****

By the end of the day Harry had cornrows and Eleanor had forgiven him. Louis was tucked into his side, playing with braids while giggling softly.

"You look cute." Louis mumbles kissing his jaw.

"Hope so." Harry grins. The three of them watch a movie until Harry gets a call from his mum. He answers without hesitation putting it on speaker.

"Hey mum."

"Hey sweetie. How are you? Have you talked to Louis?"

"M'fine. Louis' here right now actually."

"Ask him when he can visit us. I wanna meet him. Maybe I can even meet his family?"

"You're on speaker mum."

"Oh? Well, Louis dear, would you like to come visit us? I'd love to meet you!"

Louis smiles.

"Of course I would love to visit you." He answers, his eyes crinkling from his smile.

"What about your family? They should visit too." She says. Louis stiffens. His smile falls. Eleanor looks at Harry and shakes her head.

"Uh--mum--I'll call you back." Harry hangs up quickly and sets his phone on the table. He notices something then. Louis has never talked about his family. The only time he has said anything was about how he moved out of his house.

"Sorry. I don't think my family can visit her." Louis coughs, faking a smile.

"Why not?" Harry asks hesitantly.

"It's a long story."

"I've got time."