I thought you loved me *A Larry Stylinson Fanfic*

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

I was finished. Done cutting off my ‘identity’. Remember how earlier I said that I didn't know what I’d do if Louis wasn't mine? Well, I think I've answered my question. I turned back to the mirror, completely speechless at the image in front of me.  My hair... Wasn't curly. Well, no shit Sherlock, I thought to myself, you just cut it off. Of course it isn't curly! But then I thought of something else. 

What’s management gonna think? And more importantly, what’s Louis gonna think? Wait, management ruined my life, and Louis... He doesn't love me. I choked back sobs as I finally came to terms with the fact that he doesn't love me. He never loved me. I decided to pull myself together. It’s not like I could sit in the bathroom crying forever. So I turned on the shower and stripped.  

As I felt the warm water run over by body, my phone beeped. Another text. Great. Who is it this time? I quickly finished up my shower and checked my phone.

‘Hey, r u ok? U just ran out of the meeting and i was kinda worried. Is everything alright hazza? – Boobear♥’

So many replies ran through my head. I thought about typing ‘why would you care?’ but he seemed genuinely concerned... Finally I just decided to lie.

‘Yeah, im fine. I remembered that i left the oven on. Srry. I 4got 2 tell u y i was leaving. – Hazzabear♥’

It wasn't the best lie I've ever come up with, but if I didn't text him back, Louis would get suspicious. I put my phone down and looked at the clock. The time read ‘7:00’ which means that i really should eat dinner, but I didn't feel hungry. So I just went upstairs, got into bed, and cried myself into a restless sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my phone playing ‘Just a Dream’ by Nelly. “I was thinkin’ ‘bout her. Thinkin’ ‘bout me. Thinkin’ ‘bout us. What we’re gonna be. Open my eyes, it was only just a dream.”  How ironic, I thought, I wish this was all just a dream...

“Hello?” I answered. “Hi there Harry!” Louis cheery voice rang through the phone and into my ear. This is fabulous. Or, in this case, fabulouis. What does he want? As I was thinking I didn't realise that I wasn't listening to anything Louis was saying. “So how does that sound Harry?” oh crap.

“How does what sound Lou? Sorry, I only just woke up and I wasn't really listening...” “Harry!” “Sorry Lou,” “Ugh, ok. I was just asking if you thought we should please Simon by going out with the other boys, instead of ‘us’,” he used air quotes as he said the word ‘us’. I didn't really say anything, but Louis didn't seem to notice as he continued with his ‘brilliant plan’. 

“So, I was thinking that I should go to lunch with Niall, and you can do something with Liam. You know, let the paps see you and get a story going. That should make management happy. So, are you in?” to be completely honest, I felt so heartbroken right now I didn't want to be ‘in’ on anything. But if it pleased Louis, then I was all for it.

“It sounds good Lou. Hey look, I've gotta go, but I’ll call you later.Ok mate?” “Ok Hazzabear. Love you!” “Love you too Boobear,” just not in the way you think...