finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day fourty-five✈️

(There's a jump skip don't worry)

day fourty-five - strength

louis was angry

angry to the point where he wanted to throw and shove things but being the fraile yet delicate flower he was, he always hid his emotions out of sight. he never liked it but it was always hidden.

he wanted to scream, shout, and maybe throw some glass around but he knew that if he did, he'd end up hurting something he couldn't see his life without. on cloudy rainy days and a frustrated mind, it'd be there to make it sunny and rainbows and screams of joy. he adored and it cherished that incredibly.

he adored and cherished harry very very much. to the point where very would become overused.

today was different; it was rainy and cloudy and indeed a frustrated mind but harry was no where to be seen or heard from. it was silent and it was killing louis slowly if his feelings hadn't already done damaged.

"harry?" louis' voice croaked in sadness, reaching throughout the dead house. he didn't expect an answer but he would do anything to hear that lovely, raspy, slow voice of his over 5 months lover.

they had an argument, a thing they rarely do because they always came up with a solution and it was a done deal and never to be brought up again. This was different; it wasn't a done deal and over with argument and louis felt it in his heart.

4:09am, June 6th - 2days ago

"I said I don't want to talk about this! How many god damn times do I have to yell to say that, Louis?"

"This is something important! You can't just brush something under the rug and expect someone not to take it from under!"

Louis was rubbing his sore temples, sighing all over the place while Harry angrily huffed and put his fingers through his long stressed hair. Louis knew he was pushing his limits but he had enough and it was time for Harry to realise that.

"I don't wanna talk about it with you. Anything with my mother does not concern you! I want you out of it!" Harry shouted, grabbing his towel from the rack and his toothbrush. Louis didn't give up.

"Why the fuck not? You wanted me in the business since that night she banged into the club and now you don't want me in it? I'm your lover for god sakes and you do this? What the hell, Harry!" Louis replied back, finishing with Harry's name instead because he was burning with anger.

They both never call each other by their names unless they're angry.

"I just don't want you in it! You're not my lover!"

Louis felt a pang in his chest, feeling like his already swollen heart tear apart and vanished; like the way Harry's expression on his face the moment he realised what he said.

He didn't mean it, of course, but Louis felt like he did. The way Harry was previously staring him down, almost seeming as steam would come out his ears. Then, the way his facial expression changed once he said something he didn't mean.

"Louis, I did-"

"It's fine."

"No, it's not I j-"

Louis felt weak. "It's fine." He could say that over and over and over but would he really mean it? No, he didn't feel that he would actually be fine for awhile.

Harry tried coming closer but Louis shifted away, gathering his footballer uniform from the carpet and his gear from the closet. Not even his favourite love made him strong enough at the moment. Harry watched as his boyfriend looked gloomy, eyes tired out from the arguing they had and the words that were thrown. His mother was a sensitive topic, he knew that, but he realised that Louis was even more sensitive and fragile and he tore into his glass layer. As if there were broken glass in the aftermath, it hurt like a bitch.

"I need-, I'm sorry," Harry mumbles out to the now Louis who was slowly going into bed with no emotion at all. Harry hated that.

"Get whatever you need, however long it takes," Louis whispers, putting the sheet to his chin and turning away from Harry's heartbreaking face. He hated that.

Harry sighs, clenching his fist and turning away and to the bathroom. He took a shower and brushed his teeth, trying the best he could to wash and overcome the sadness that was eating him away. When he was done, he was scared to walk out. His emotions where jumping crazy but he turned the knob anyways, walking out to a now dark bedroom and a lump on the bed.

It was Louis but it didn't feel like it. Louis was there but not there.

Harry took some things, things to keep him stabled for awhile and walked out the room, tears threatening to fall from his already puffy eyes.

Louis still felt weak. He heard Harry walk out the room stifling but he didn't bother to reach out.

"Get whatever you need"

Louis lets out a few tears. He had hope that the thing Harry needed was him.

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hi hi you guys can kill me now
I don't think anyone even remembers what happened but it's okay it's my fault
I'm sorry it took forever to update, life has been so frustrating and busy and I lost focus to update stories but this one I couldn't let go bc it has so much to it

im a shitty person but I still love y'all :)

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