Larry Stylinson One-Shots

Always In My Heart

"It's your fault you know," Louis says, "That my mother worries so much about me."

Harry doesn't reply.

"She said that you're bad for me because you worry too much."

Louis sat down on the ground in front of Harry, silent tears rolling down his stubbly cheeks.

"She said that you've become something that can't be changed, and I've tried to tell her that shes wrong with all of her opinions about you."

Harry says nothing. Just there.

"But now I realise that she's  right, about you worrying too much, and about you laughing too loud, and about you not making an effort to change."

He picks at the ground, pulling up pieces of grass and tossing them off somewhere next to him.

"But those are things I love about you, Harry, god damn it! And it's killing me to be spilling out my feelings and you not saying a word to me." Louis's full on sobbing now, letting it all go.

"I love it that you worry too much because you get so clingy and I always pepper your face in my kisses." Louis' only looking at the ground.

"I love it that you laugh too loud, Harry, I really really do. You laugh and it's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard. Like Mozart or Beethoven playing their songs right in front of me. Like the sound of rain hitting our roof during spring."

Harry still doesn't say anything. Louis knows Harry is listening, but it'd be nice if he replied.

"And I love that you've never made an effort to change, Harry. I love it because I don't want you to change. I love you just the way you are. And it feels great that you wouldn't change who you are just because my dumb excuse for a mother says you aren't enough. You are enough, Harry, and no one can tell you anything else. I love you."

Louis doesn't want to look up to see Harry, worried he might think he's insane for bringing up this subject.

"And, Harry, why would I be married to you for 23 years if I didn't love you? You've always said I'm going to leave you. But I'm still here. I'm still here sitting on the ground, talking to you. Because I love you and because a small bump in the road isn't going to make me leave you.  You're too good for me to leave you." Louis' still sobbing, the hot tears rolling all the way down to his neck.

"Why'd you have to leave me? I was never going to leave you," Louis looks up to Harry, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell you you had cancer? God damn it, Harry, why didn't you say anything!?" Louis' fists are balled up from anger and frustration at his husband.

"I would've been there, Harry. I would've held your hand in that hospital room when they told you, I would've been there! Just-- you just had to t-tell me."

Louis is staring at the words engraved into the stone in front of him; Harry Edward Styles. 1994-2036. Beloved husband and father.

"What's Darcy going to do growing up without her dad? She's only 14, Harry." Louis begins thinking of their daughter, Darcy, and how hurt she is.

"You left Darcy, Harry. And you left me."

Louis knew it was getting late and that he should probably get home to Darcy. Still crying, Louis stood up. He pressed his fingers to his lips and reached out to place them on the stone.

"But I'll never leave you." Louis whispered, a sudden wind blowing his hair around. Louis felt better with that wind, so he let all of his angry and frustrated feelings go with it. "

"Always in my heart, Hazza. I love you."