Falling Pieces {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction}

~*~ Harry ~*~

I am sat in my room my back against the edge of my bed, I can feel it shifting backwards every time I relax my weight slightly. I sniff pushing my curls back off my forehead, something I had grown to doing but something that Louis...never mind

I sat up reaching into the wooden cabinet and pulled out my tattered journal. I chuckled. Lou would sell his souls to see what I write in here, anyone who I know would, but they never will.

I open the brown cover, the pages feeling rough against my dry fingers, I turn until I find an empty page. Pulling the pen cap off with my teeth I press the tip to the page...what even is the date?

September 2013

"This is not what I intended

I always swore to you I'd never fall apart

You always thought that I was stronger

I may have failed

But I have loved you from the start."

~Fall For You Second Hand Serenade

I really love that song, a bit old but hey I'm not complainig. It's been a while since I've written, I know, but I've been busy...busy thinking about me about lou...bout us. Everyday it's getting harder every breath I take gets a little weaker every smile I do seems to fade a little...every time he's with her my heart breaks a little. I know he did this so I wouldn't suffer, but being here knowing he's with her hurts more than he could ever imagine. I remember the first day we met, the first words He ever said to me...how could I forget they're tattooed on my skin. I'm falling apart, I know it, he knows it, the boys know it...hell even the fans know it, they're not stupid!

Now modest,

They're the stupid ones.

Everyday pulling me this way, that way, whatever fucking way they choose and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hiding, I'm sick of trying and I'm most definitely sick of fighting. But I swear so help me god, if they ruin one of our days one more time I'm going to fucking murder someone...because I don't know how much longer I can take

-Harry

I slide the pen back into the lid and place the journal back in the top draw, locking it away from peeving eyes. Especially Blue peeving eyes. Lou always asks where it is or if he can read it and my answer is always a short and simple "no" in which he will huff rolling his eyes and mumbling a not very subtle "ass" or "dick" under his breath.

I sigh standing and shaking my legs a bit to get rid of the pins and needles running through them. I slide on my black boots and a green beanie, haven't worn one of them in a while. I write a note to Lou just invade he comes back tonight and I leave, one though in my mind.

~•~

"Another" I shout throwing a ten pound on the bar.

"Are you sure Harry?" Niall asked me for the forth time. Why did I even ask him to come?

"Shut up." I mumble taking the beer from the bartenders hand, " why did you even come."

"Because mate every time you go out on your own you manage to get yourself shit faced and end up doing stupid shit and it all backfires on us!"

"Well sor-ry." I say sarcasm lacing my voice, "I don't really like sitting at home on my sorry ass waiting for my boyfriend to come home."

"Harry-"

"Leave it Niall don't worry about it." I wave him off before he can start.

"Why don't you give him a text and if he's not going to make it home you can take the spare bed at mine?" He says taking the last of my beer off me and I'm to fucking tired to protest so I nod and pull out my phone.

Hey, u gonna make it home tonight? X

Hey love, probably not till after 2, sorry x

That's fine I'm just gonna crash at Niall's.

Oh, ok sorry babe ill make it up to you. I love you! Xx

I almost scoff and reply

Yep night.

"That's harsh Harry," Niall tuts, "lets get you home aye?" He says grabbing me from the stool and leading me to his car.

"Jesus It's cold out tonight." Niall swear as he jumps into the drivers seat immediately turning the heater up.

"Mhmm."

"Your especially sour today Harry, have you and Lou had a fight or smthn?"

"I'm just tired Ni, I'm fine." I struggle for a smile, he looks at me for a while before sighing and pulling out of the car park.

"A good nights sleep then mate, if ya tired."

I nod

But I'm not tired from lack of sleep

I'm tired of lying.