When I look at You - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 12

WARNING: this chapter has foul language, self harm etc

(Sorry, this chapter is all over the place) [VERY important note at the end]

I cried and I cried.

I had cried so much that I didn't even notice Niall sitting right next to me.

"C'mon mate it's time to get up" he softly said. I slowly nodded my head and started sitting up. "see that's a boy, don't waste your time crying on a person that never was yours to start with" he smiled at me. I widened my eyes, how did Niall I was crying over a person? I don't remember telling him anything.

"Zayn told me" Niall responded as if he had read my mind. "What exactly did he tell you..."I asked, getting suspicious. "Everything, I kind of suspected something was going on between you and Louis. Although I never really gave it a second glance until recently. " he explained.

I remained silent, trying to get all of this new information in.

So, Niall knew. "Do you know that Louis is moving in with Eleanor?" I asked him, sulking.

"He is what?!" Niall shouted

"He's moving.In.With.Eleanor" I slowly repeated

He sent me a flat look. "But she's a bloody bitch" .

"Tell me about it" I muttered.

"Are you sure he isn't lying"

"Actually, I'm not sure. But why would he lie about something like that" I replied.

"You never know Harry..." Niall softly suggested.

I felt tears rolling down my eyes. "Niall... I think I want to be left alone for awhile" I asked.

"Say no more" he replied, raising his arms as he left the room.

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A few days had passed, and I didn't leave the flat.

I had heard Louis come in a couple of times to pack his stuff into boxes, and he hadn't even looked at me. He simply strutted in, took his stuff and walked out the door, to god knows where.

I'm not going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did. As soon as left, I would burst out crying. As cheesy as this sounded, I just wanted my Boo back.

I missed the times when we hanged out without a worry. I missed the times when we would run to hug each other when we had only been hours apart.

I missed the times when, Louis and I were Larry Stylinson.

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I was seated on the couch, quietly watching tv.

Well, I want actually really watching tv. It was more like staring at it unaware of what was actually showing.

I wish I was unaware of the whole thing. But something caught my eye. It was Louis, but just not Louis. Eleanor was with him. They appeared to be moving into a white 2 story house. My heart clenched, I really couldn't deal with it. I felt like I was about to cry. No, scratch that. I was crying.

I had to do something about this. I couldn't just sit here and watch him move in with Eleanor. It's about time I manned up and told Louis how I felt.

I got up from from the couch, grabbing my jacket and car keys. I felt a wash of confidence go over me. I could do this, what's the worse that could happen?

I finally arrived and what appeared to be Louis' and Eleanor's new house. Not bad, If I were to say so myself. But this is defiantly not the type of house Louis would buy. It looked to classy, Louis was anything classy. This house looked as if it were built in the 1800's. Eleanor defiantly chose this house. Louis would much rather prefer a modern house.