A Load of Bullshit

Chapter One

'larry is the biggest load of bullshit'.

It hurt more than I think he assumed. He was still sleeping now, but I had just woken up. And though we weren't exactly a couple anymore, it hurt. I could feel the warm tear trickle down my cheek.

"Good morning, Harry." Louis came from his own room, his hair ruffled and only in boxers, slight stubble on his jaw and upper lip, and I turned away quickly.

This may seem a weird way to start a story. We didn't start here. It was after the x-factor, nod they decided we needed Eleanor to hide us. I was, I am so in love with him. There were nights we would look at the tweets and laugh at the haters, but it got worse and Eleanor wanted to quit. That's when it got bad.

"We have to just be friends, Harry." He had said.

"Louis, please." I had asked, staring at him like I couldn't understand.

"It's the media, Harry. We already have to hide.. I can't.." I could see the pain beneath he eyes as he had stared at me.

"Okay."

"Okay."

And that had been two weeks ago. It didn't feel so hard until now.He was taking it easier, quite obviously. To all explanation, I'm pretty sure he was actually falling for Eleanor. And I didn't like it at all.

"Harry?" He asked again. Half of me wanted to just leave. Maybe this was my signal to finally move out- it was too awkward, not right. I looked at him now again, feeling the tear trail cold on my cheek and the phone in my hand. He set down the milk he had been pouring, his mouth gaping before he looked straight in my eyes. "No, Harry..."

"Bullshit?" I asked quietly, and he walked up to me. His hands placed on my shoulders, he tried to look me in the eye, but I shook him off. "No, never mind. We're not together- doesn't matter, right?"

"Harry." He said seriously. I looked at him, clearly frustrated. "Look, it doesn't mean that we weren't real... You know I had to-"

"Stop, okay?" I said, brushing past him to get dressed. I didn't feel like going out today, let alone anything, but I would.

Because life goes on.

....

"We have to just be friends, Harry." He had said.

"Louis, please." I had asked, staring at him like I couldn't understand.

"It's the media, Harry. We already have to hide.. I can't.." I could see the pain beneath he eyes as he had stared at me.

"Okay."

"Okay."

And that had been two weeks ago. It didn't feel so hard until now.He was taking it easier, quite obviously. To all explanation, I'm pretty sure he was actually falling for Eleanor. And I didn't like it at all.

Like today, all of us were out. Eleanor and Louis, holding hands and he grinned at her brightly, talking quietly and not giving me a glance. I decided to talk to Niall, but it didn't take to long for tables to turn.

"But.. Harry, you look.. Bad." He commented.

"Oh, thanks Niall." I said, smiling slightly but it fell.

"No, what's botherin' you?"

"Have you checked twitter?" I lowered my voice.

"Oh." Niall's face fell. "I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd do that either." He admitted quietly, and after that the day went normal.

...

It may seem like this story is rushed, but until we were together again, life felt rushed.

The real story started when we got ourselves into this mess of hiding again.

He had just gotten home, and I was on twitter. I was mostly scanning the tweets, no real need to tweet anything. The fans were absolutely insane, and I skipped over the larry tweets easily.

"Hey, Harry." He said.

"Hey." I commented. "How was it?"

"Great.." He paused, and I looked up from my phone to raise an eyebrow at him. His stubble had grown, his tattoos showing. I blinked at him before he walked over to the couch, sitting beside me in silence.

"Louis?"

He sat there a moment, before looking at me and literally exploding, his lips meeting mine strikingly fast and caving deep onto me, pushing my back into the couch. Relief filled me, and I felt tears of stupidity roll down my cheeks. He drew back and laughed. "Harry, I'm sorry I made you cry..."

"No, it's.." And he kissed me again. I'd forgotten how soft his lips were, how great it felt to be with someone you really loved...

Now that you know the history, let's get to the story.