"All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces."
Harry sang while stepping into the shower. The warm water caused him to get goose bumps on his skin. He took the all white shampoo botle to his left and opened it, hearing the satisfying clicking sound as he opened the shampoo bottle. He squirted the gooey shampoo in his left hand, the clear shampoo smelled of mint. "I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams that I am dying, are the best I've ever had." Harry sang washing his brown hair. When he finished his shower he could feel his left eye stinging from some of his shampoo getting into it. But Harry ignored it. He felt the stinging mostly on his thighs. Slashes of red marked his thighs. Harry put his boxers on in the bathroom, hearing the front door close. He walked out of the bathroom and looked in front to see a note written neatly in black ink. It said:
"You shouldn't sing such depressing songs, Curly."
"Curly."
Harry felt himself smile but then stopped himself. How the fuck did Louis get inside his house.
"Oh." Harry said quietly reminding himself that Louis had a key, it was a all black key with the letters "L + H" engraved in. Louis still had it?
Harry stared at the note in his hands, before going upstairs to change and write in his diary.
Dear Diary,
Louis came in my home today, while I was showering.
Did he watch me shower? N-no I don't think so.
He's a married man.. why would he bother.
He probably just came over to get something..
This entry is going to be short, for I have work to do.
Love, Harry.
-Louis POV;
I didn't stare at Harry in the shower.
I was just... passing by the neighborhood. And happened to have the key to me and Harry's- Harry's house, and wanted to see what he was up to.
And.. even if I was looking at him, it wouldn't matter. It's not like I'm cheating. Eleanor doesn't love me. I don't love Eleanor. I thought I had feelings for her, but it turns out I was wrong.
She only used me for my money and fame. She never wanted a child with me, and plus she's been in a relationship with a man whilst dating me. I get it, I understand. Now that the publicity of our 'relationship' had died down she can do what she wants, and I don't get jealous. Of course I don't. But for some reason, whenever I see rumors of Harry dating someone, or his ex wife visiting him, ect. I get jealous. But not just for a little time, I take days to get over it. Sometimes weeks. When Harry was rumored to be in a relationship with some model named Cara, I cried. I googled pictures of them, and saw that he looked... happy. But, in reality, he wasn't. He told the public that he was seeing nobody, and that Cara was just a friend.
"I'm single, and I plan on being single for the rest of my life." Harry had said that day.
It made Louis sad. Harry's still a young man, at 32 years old.. Why would he decide to go single for the rest of his life? It made no sense. Harry's attractive, hell, he's always been attractive. He's never looked like shit, ever.
Louis snapped out of his thoughts as he looked around to where he was, he was walking through the park to get to his home, his memory of Harry in the shower caused him to get a little bit excited, so Louis hurried his walking.
Harry's POV;
Harry sipped his coffee inside of his navy blue mug, he typed away at his computer, being bored he searched up "Larry Stylinson" fanfictions. Reading them he laughed at some, and felt himself cry at others.
He then decided to search the Tumblr tag, Tumblr changed over the years and was more like Facebook, more people used it, he searched the Larry Stylinson tag and saw the last update for the tag was 2014. '#opt larry' '#opt: boyfriends" "#ziall and larry otp"
Harry laughed at the tags, closing his laptop. He felt himself get depressed out of nothing, he went over to his mattress and decid3ed to go to sleep even though it was only, 10:00PM.
