What a Feeling | Larry Stylinson

Louis | Back For You

After the concert ended, I ran all the way to my dressing room and cried. During "No Control", Liam and Harry had their arms around each other and then Liam tried to kiss him. And it kind of broke me inside. I like Liam, don't get me wrong. But I just don't want anyone touching Harry but me. Just like those crazed fans did. A lot of people think what I said tonight was because of our bromance. But to me, I was protecting my love. I don't want my Harry being hurt. And plus, I get jealous very easily....

In case you couldn't tell from before, I'm in love with Harry. He's adorable, sweet, funny, and really good looking. I mean, my hands get sweaty every time I'm around him, I struggle with stuttering, and say really stupid things just to make him laugh.... and probably because I  get nervous. But mainly because I'm nervous. He's irresistible! What else is there to say?

Without warning, Liam walks in, interrupting my thoughts.

"Louis, what was that all about?" He questioned, staring at me in concern. Then, he realized I was crying and pulled me into a hug but I pushed him away. Not harshly, but firm enough that he backed away.

"W-what happened?" He asked, innocently. I shook my head. I didn't want to talk to Liam, I didn't want to talk to anyone right at the moment. I was a bashful, sadistic mess.

He leaned against a table and began to tap his fingers onto it. After a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke again.

"You were glaring at me on stage during the last two songs. What happened? Did I do something? Is that why you're crying? Because of something I did?" I blushed. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell him how I felt because I knew it would just make him feel awkward and plus, it would just ruin our relationship. Then, my emotions got the best of me and I lost control.

"Just shut up and leave me alone!" I yelled. He was in shock when I looked back at him. I wiped some tears onto my sleeve and pushed him out of my room without another word. I closed the door gently and I turned, my back against the door. My hand slipped from the doorknob and I cried to myself, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were sunken and the light in my eyes were gone.

It's not like I was mad at Liam, I was just jealous. Plain and simple. And I shouldn't be crying over something so stupid, but I can't help it! Harry is my everything.

A couple minutes later, I heard shuffling outside my door. Instantly, I recognized the deep, calm voice.

"Are you sure I should...." Harry said, turning the knob. Who was Harry talking to?

"Only you can talk to him. I bet he just needs to talk his best mate." The voice belonged to Liam.

"Best mate? Is that what he calls me?" I could imagine the smile on his face, and I couldn't help but grin like a love sick idiot. 

"Does it matter?" Liam asked. I frowned at this. Maybe our relationship didn't matter to Harry.

"Yeah, Li. Of course it does. We are best mate, really. And maybe even more." Then, I heard the door creak open. I turned around, wiping my face down frantically.

Harry. My beautiful Harry. I stared at my reflection, pretending not to notice him. He appears in the mirror behind me. We made eye contact in the mirror. He began to massage my shoulders, and I sighed deeply.

"Would you like to tell me what's going on? Maybe I can, um, help?" A sad smile formed on my lips. He walked over and sat on the couch. He patted his lap and I walked over hesitantly. I sat on his lap and I cuddled into him. My head rested on his chest and he wrapped his long arms around me. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I sighed deeply. I felt like I was at home.