You're Dead Wrong

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Based off of the song by Mayday Parade.

This is a bit (maybe a lot) angsty, so you know what to expect. It lightens up, however, so do not fear, my fellow Larry shippers!

Maybe listen to the song for added feels? I don't know.

(If you do listen to it, pretend it's "he" instead of "she")

By the way, thanks for 1k! :)

That rhymed..... oh.

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He's got all my dreams

I've got these broken things

And they always disagree

Harry watches as Louis smiles and laughs with his friends, that one girl - Eleanor, was it? - hanging on his arm.

He feels his heart break as he turns away from the scene, his friends meeting his eyes and patting him apologetically on the back.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Liam says. "I'd help you if I could. We both would."

"Yeah, mate," Niall says, sounding a little guilty. "If he'd listen to us."

"If he cared," Harry mutters, and Niall and Liam wince, looking at each other guiltily.

They both want Harry to get over Louis, but they also want them to get together.

But if there's one real thing

You would choose to believe

Just don't lose your faith in me

Louis watches that boy with the curls from the corner of his eye.

His friends look pained and guilty.

Why?

"Louis!" Zayn says, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Yeah?" he says, turning to the dark-haired boy.

"Come on, mate," Zayn whispers, leaning closer. "You have to be more convincing."

Eleanor looks at him sympathetically. "Yeah, Lou. If you want to keep up your image."

He sighs in irritation. "I know, but he always looks over here and when he turns away he always looks hurt."

Zayn, Eleanor, Stan, and Grimmy all look at him sympathetically. They've been dealing with this since primary school, when Louis had first met that boy.

Now he's hopelessly in love and he can't do anything about it.

He's got broken things

Where his heart should be

And I keep rolling them over in my head

Make my voice brand new

I'll give it all to you

And I will never speak again

Harry walks home alone.

In the pouring rain.

Again.

And he's silently wishing that maybe, just maybe, Louis might see him and... no.

It's not going to happen.

But then a silver Porsche pulls up next to him, and the window rolls down to show Louis.

Harry stares at him for a moment.

When Louis asks, "Do you want to get out of the rain?", Harry says, "Yeah, thank you."

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