Larry Stylinson Fanfictions

Promises

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I'm a bit hyper today, as you could probably tell.

Well anyway.....

So this one is a bit differently written than anything I've ever done. Maybe tell me what you think in the comments?

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Promises, in Louis' opinion, were made to be broken.

He lived by that rule.

So he really shouldn't have been surprised when he found Eleanor cheating on him with another guy after promising to him forever that she never would.

But he was surprised, and now he's sitting at his flat, without a girlfriend and with no one to talk to.

Zayn is out somewhere with that one bloke he said he would try to stay with - Neil or Niall, something like that - and Liam is out with Danielle, and Harry's probably out with that one girl he likes - Cara, or Taylor, or something - so Louis feels like..... he feels like the odd one out, now, because he's not in a relationship with anyone anymore.

So he sits on the couch in his green-painted lounge room, thinking about Eleanor and him and other stuff that he couldn't tell you now, since it's been long forgotten.

When the flat door opens, he looks up to find Harry standing in the doorway to the lounge room, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Lou?" he asks, concern in his voice. "What's wrong?"

And Louis just wishes what happened next never had happened, but it did, and maybe that was a crucial part of their relationship.

But

Louis bursts into tears.

Harry rushes over, smelling like his cologne and his girlfriend's perfume, wrapping his arms around his best friend and whispering, "It's gonna be alright, Lou, just let it out," and Louis thinks that no one else understands him as well as Harry does - no one can, because they didn't take the time to get to know him like the back of their hand quite like Harry did.

The pair of best friends sit there on the couch for quite a while - long enough that Louis' sobs have stopped, long enough that the sun's setting rays fill the room with orange-red-gold lights, long enough that Louis' tears have long since dried on his cheeks.

Harry pulls back and asks Louis, "What's happened, Lou?"

And Louis wipes at the dried year stains on his cheeks and whispers - more croaks, really, but it's still in a soft voice - "Eleanor broke up with me, Haz. I caught her with another guy, inside her house. Remember when I said I was gonna surprise her? Well, I went over and the guy opened the door and Eleanor came and she paled and-and-"

Harry pulls him into his arms, shushing him gently as tears start running down his cheeks again, sobs escaping his lips. "It's okay, Lou. You'll be okay."

Louis clings to his best friend, needing to know that someone is there, someone who knows him, someone who's warm and gentle and just - Harry. He needs Harry.

When Harry makes a move to pull back, Louis whimpers, clinging tighter to him. "Don't leave me, please-"

And Harry just

well,

Harry just picks him up, shushes him gently again, and then carries him up to his room with the queen bed, the bed that they both don't mid sharing, and Louis just buries his face in Harry's neck because he likes it - his body warmth, his pale skin, his tall frame - and he's thinking about how he shouldn't be thinking about that but he doesn't give a damn.