Apartment 12 | Niall fanfic/ Larry.

5: Superglue

***Louis' POV***

Just as I was walking down the halls to take a break, Liam ran up to me and pushed me into the wall

"What do you think you're playing at?" Liam shouts through his teeth at me, the side of his arm keeping me against the cream walls of the hall.

"What are you talking about?" I say back at him.

"I know about you an Harry mate!" He gets louder, and as he does more of the hurt from where the words are coming from shows through.

The same door Liam came through opened and we both looked towards it, it was Niall.

"Oi! If you're gonna do this get inside!" Niall shouts at us, I'd never seen Niall like this. I was shocked, I was shocked that they'd all reacted like this...when I'd gone back in from the balcony even Zayn went into his room. This was mine and Harry's business, i don't care if they are hurt, they aren't being forced away from the one...the one they love.

"Fine!" Liam holds my should firmly and clumsily pushes me into the Apartment. Harry was just walking from the living room to the bathroom, both spaced by the door...so this caused a collision. Harry pushed Liam back out of the door and shouted

"Oi! What are you playing at? Why ate you shoving each other about!"

I paced looks of anger from Liam to Harry then walked into the living room, Niall and Cassie followed. Everything was going too fast and I could feel myself getting ready to fall to the floor and cry. But I knew that if I did that, my feelings of Harry comforting me would get stronger, and I couldn't take his rejection.

I heard Liam tell Harry that he couldn't believe that I am going to let management control me and Harry did reply, but i didn't want to hear it.

I feel like everyone is judging us, me and Harry. If one person wants to split us up, another wants us to stay together. I am never going to make anyone happy anymore. I would give up, I would stop. Stop this whole thing, I would take Harry and we'd run away from the madness but I have another love....the fans. They mean just as much to me, they are the reason we are all here, living an incredible life (putting this situation aside). I can't leave them.

"Guys, we have an interview soon so you better all get your act together or we're gonna have to cancel it!" Zayn storms out of his room.

"Shit, I forgot!" Harry says, covering his eyes and putting his head down, I could just about see him through the door way into the hall. Everyone then moved into this room and stood around. The vibe was horrendous, no one was in the position to go into an interview and act all happy and cheery now. "Well, we've done interviews after things like this in the past...we can do it again" Harry continued, he was right...but I've never felt as bad as this.

"Sure" I replied.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Liam said, scowling slightly.

"Yeah" me and Harry replied at the same time and everyone looked at us, then we looked at each other, it was horrible. The slowness of his eyes closing and opening and his hands taking their place in his back pockets then the way his head fell forward a tiny bit and just the way he put his right foot slightly onto their tiptoes, made it hit me...saying we can never be together earlier hurt him more than it hurt me. Somehow.

"Well I guess we should get ready then go" Zayn said, then walled out...and one by one it was only me and Harry left in the room and they'd closed the door on their way out.

"You can get ready first if you like, I can wait out here" I say, knowing he probably doesn't want me changing next to him.

Harry rolls his eyes, "If you want".

"What'd you mean?"

"What?"

"If you want?" I imitate.

"I mean, we could just get changed..it's not like we're gonna do anything else..." Harry gave me a smirk, I don't know where he was trying to go with it though, I think he was just trying to lighten the mood before the interview, he was always good at that.

Harry went into our room and I slowly followed, my clothes that I'd chosen for the interview were hanging up, ready for after my shower. Harry had already said he was having a shower before me last night, before I got a word in, so he went straight in.

Every-so-often I could hear gentle hums coming from the bathroom opposite our wardrobe that I was standing by doing my hair because the doors were mirrored. It was nice. Even though he couldn't come and hug me better...his voice calmed me a bit.

As soon as Harry got out of the shower and walked out to tell me I could go in...I grabbed a towel and went.

The steamy air hit my face as soon as I walked in. I put my towel on the rack and wet my toothbrush, I needed a fresh breath...minty fresh. I looked at the mirror and started brushing my teeth until I realised that if I looked at the mirror from a certain point, i could see the words

I will always love you Lou

Written at my eye level...I dropped my tooth brush into the sink and stood there thinking of what was happening..

I decided to take my shower quickly.

I found myself humming and singing too, then I put the towel around me and went out the door to get my clothes. Harry was all ready ad sitting at the end of our bed on his phone, his hair fell perfectly. I started getting change and once I was ready too I went and sat next to him, took my phone off the side table and looked through some of our fans twitter accounts, looking for inspiration of what to say next.

***Harry's POV***

The feel between me and louis sitting here was calming, nothing matter when we together, not even what he says. He could say something unbelievable, like this morning and I would still only want to be cheered up by him. Sitting here now, all I wanted was for him to say something funny and i could laugh and then we'd look into each others eyes and kiss. Then I'd get those butterflies in my stomach and we'll be okay again. But that wouldn't happen because he believes what the management believe -me and him being together will make us loose our fanbase and will cause so much hate, we would brake up anyway and it wouldn't be worth it.

I scrolled through my timeline on twitter looking for something to laugh at or to reply too, maybe Ed had tweeted recently....nothing. So I refresh and look again, and again, and again.

I will be your superglue was the next thing I read, from louis' account. I looked at it for a bit and then I could feel that Louis was looking at what I was doing with my phone so I scroll away from it.

Who was this for? 'I will be your superglue' was he thinking of me as broken, and superglue will fix it? But there isn't any point, even if you superglue something, it's still broken. It will never be what it was...and there's always a piece missing from what you're fixing that you'll never find. Is that worth it?

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