Larry Stylinson Fanfictions

I Think You Should Know...

Another Larry!!!!! To all of my fellow Larry shippers out there.....

Get ready for an onslaught of feels.

Because this girl is about to pull some real shit right now.

It's 'bout to get fluffy up in here!!!! 😎😏

Okay, I'm done.

Enjoy!

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Harry

Tonight.

Tonight is the night I'm going to tell him.

I am going to tell Louis Tomlinson I am in love with him.

Right up on stage. I'm going to surprise everyone with the statement.

So many fans on Twitter and Tumblr have asked, Is Larry Stylinson real?

And when one of those Twitter questions come up, I am going to tell him.

I finish styling my curls and get out of my bathroom, going down to the lounge room only to find Louis and Eleanor giggling and whispering to each other.

My heart breaks and I swallow thickly, blinking back tears.

What was I thinking? He's not going to love me back.

When Louis notices me standing there, his eyes brighten. "Hey, Haz! Eleanor's here today! She came to surprise us! Isn't that great?"

I smile at him, the best that I can. "Yeah, that's great, Lou!"

His brow furrows as he hears the false note in my voice, but he doesn't say anything. "Well, are you ready for the concert tonight, Haz?"

I nod. "Perfectly ready! You?"

"Always am!" he says cheerfully, standing and helping Eleanor up. "We were just waiting for you before we went over to Liam's."

"You could have left without me, you know," I say, but I don't add the, I'd prefer it if you had.

"Nah, we wanted to wait," Eleanor says brightly, smiling at me. "Then we could all walk together and talk!"

I smile back at her, then at Louis. "Yeah. Thanks."

Louis smiles. "Let's go, shall we?"

I'd prefer it if it was just you and I, Lou, I think, but I follow the happy couple out of the flat, locking the door behind me as we leave.

Louis

Harry never lies to me. I don't know why he did before, but whatever the reason, I'm going to find out.

I try to listen to Eleanor, but I find it difficult because I can feel pain radiating from Harry. I don't know what the cause of the pain is, but I just know something's wrong. And I hate when Harry isn't his usual cheeky self, because then he's not happy.

I think it might be Eleanor. I know how much Harry likes it when we walk to Liam's together before a concert, just the two of us. Maybe he's thinking that Eleanor is invading on a moment that the two of us normally share together.

I realize that Eleanor has stopped talking and is staring at me. I turn to her and say, "What?"

She rolls her eyes but smiles fondly. "I was asking, where do you think I'm going to sit this time?"

I shrug. "Who knows? Maybe management will put you in the front row again, or in a box seat."

She giggles. "That'd be great, wouldn't it Lou?"