The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6

Warning: Scenes of Self Harm can be found at the end of this Chapter. Please do not read if you know it will trigger you off.


The sky was dotted with billions of clouds, Louis and Harry each pointed out many shapes and images they could make out. Louis felt at peace for once, maybe it was because of Harry. He didn't care anymore, he has finally accepted his feelings. He loved Harry,
It is what it is.

They could of stayed there forever, both relaxed, both calm and both of them were happy in each others company. Until, Louis spot something in the corner of his eye: About 10 metres away from them, sitting on a park bench was Liam, his hand was interlocked onto another. Due to the angle he was lying at he couldn't see the person Liam was talking too but a certain memory kept burrowing its way out of his mind. He thought hard until the memory hit him like a truck; Liam was kissing Zayn at work yesterday! He saw it with his own eyes. Could it be? Are they actually on a date in the park? One way to find out. Louis stood up, blood rushed to his legs giving him a severe case of pins and needles, he quietly moaned in pain before slowly limping his way to Liam. He wasn't surprised with what he saw...

"Liam? Zayn?" He called out, trying to get the couples attention.

Liam reacted like a spider feeling the vibrations his victim made on its web, fast and sudden.

"Louis!?" Choked the brown haired boy, who's normally pleasant smile only dropped to form an 'o' shape.

"Yeah, what's...." He hesitated. "What's going on?"

Zayn's piercing brown eyes stared into Liam's like they were having a telepathic conversation before Liam gave a small nod and held his and Zayn's hand up in an act to profess their love for one another. Their hands Moulded into each other's perfectly.

"Say no more." Louis smiled, he didn't want to make things awkward.

"Now your turn, what you doing with him" Zayn questioned as he pointed his long bony finger at the calm and beautiful boy who lay on the grass with no care in the world.

"Harry is only my best friend Zayn... Nothing is going on" Louis admitted. 'I wish something was.. but there isn't'. Louis thought as he watched the boy stare at the clouds like it was some film; A story being played right out in front of him.

"You don't sound sure" Liam protested, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, ok, maybe I have feelings for him but he is straight! He had a Girlfriend he likes gi..."

"So did you! Now look at you" Zayn interrupted and Liam nod in agreement.

Maybe so. He just knew Harry was straight, even if he wasn't, he was to good for Louis. His head sank at the thought, he breathed a giggle, at his own stupidity, his heads was up in the clouds. A messed up, shapeless, meaningless cloud.

"Look Louis, it's getting dark and me and Li are getting hungry, you wanna join us for dinner? I'd really love to meet Harry" Zayn asked, calmly.

"Yeah me too" Liam nodded in agreement

If they went out for dinner, Louis would have an excuse to be with Harry for longer. That made his mind up on the spot.

"Yeah, would love to" Louis smiled at the couple.

They decided to eat at a local pub, to make Harry feel more comfortable, he didn't want Harry to think it was some sort of date. Which it isn't but a boy can dream. Liam and Zayn explained how their love came to be: It started the day Liam joined, Zayn was his boss and he showed the new kid the ropes. Liam faced his first customer and was nervous, messing her order up 3 times before Zayn came to help input the order into the monitor. However, Liam went for it at as well and their hands touched. They said they both felt a weird sensation in their body, something warm and fuzzy. The same thing Louis felt when he brushed past Harry's skin. Their love blossomed ever since that touch. Louis couldn't help but wonder whether Harry felt the same thing, whether their story is exactly like Zayn and Liam's. The thought was too much for his brain and it gave him a tiny headache.

The rest of the night turned into a comedy show. Zayn and Liam got drunk and were making out non stop, gaining the attention of some weird glares and some loving smiles. Louis just laughed it off along with Harry who was also getting drunk, slightly. Louis felt so good whenever he saw Harry and seeing him smile this way, a smile full of innocence, made his inside's melt. The jokes and laughs came to an end when Louis grabbed Harry's hand, locked his eyes to his and said the 3 words Harry wished an fought so hard not to hear.

"I like you." Louis blurted out.

Zayn and Liam stopped and stared at them. Harry's heart skipped a beat but his mind yelled at him to get up and go. 'You're not gay. You're not gay' his brain drilled into Harry. He was scared. He broke his gaze from Louis, snapped his hand from Louis, all warmth fading and being replaced with nothing. He felt empty. He slowly got up, put a 20 pound note on the table and left.

20 minutes later and Harry burst through his room door, he needed to find Ed but he wasn't there. 'Of course, he is fucking that stupid bitch ass whore.' He thought. He didn't mean it though, he knew he didn't. It wasn't their fault he let Louis get to attached to him. It was all his fault. Just him. Harry felt nothing, his face emotionless and pale, his mind blank. His eyes were bone dry. He was inhuman.

He strode into the bathroom and picked up a silver razor blade and slashed his wrist. Crimson danced it's way out onto his skin, he felt pain. It felt good, it made him feel human. He slashed again, more blood poured out the cut and he yelled in pain, there was no one there though. Of course, no one cared for him. He knew that. He slashed a third and final time, then everything came back, emotions, thoughts and feelings. Tears forced itself out Harry's eyes as he looked down on to what used to be a silver blade that glistened under the bathroom light which was now stained crimson red.