Versatile » Larry Stylinson [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 1

Ever since day one, there was a spark. Maybe I was the only one who had noticed at the time, but many people caught on. Now there was a whole rumor about it. Every single one of my fans knew about it, though they took different sides. Some thought I loved Eleanor, some thought I loved Harry. "Larry" and "Elounor" shippers came about, fighting each other daily to be right, not like the happy family my fans had originally called themselves. This split that family right down the middle. Everyone thought they knew everything about me, and everything about my relationships and love life. The truth is, only I knew the whole story. Only I knew what I felt inside, the love and emotions for a certain person.

Pretending to be perfect in the media's eyes was the worst part. Pretending to love one, not the other; that was a horrible thing to do. But what can I say? It had to be done to keep the fame and popularity of the band, didn't it? At least, that's what practically everyone told me.

Constantly, I was asked "How is Eleanor? and "How is Harry?". I received multiple questions from both sides of the fans perspectives. I would crack jokes back to the fans to avoid the questions, or even just answer with a simple "fine" to each. How could I just tell the fans who my true love was? It would break half of the fan's hearts to hear what I had to say for once. I couldn't do that to my girls, I loved them all too much. All I could say was that I was with Eleanor, that made me completely honest.

Sitting on the tour bus thinking about everything, I had zoned out of what was going on. As I regained my focus, I saw Liam and Zayn laying on their beds, asleep, getting ready for the next show. Niall was up with the driver in the front, talking about who knows what. Looking straight ahead, I saw Harry sitting across from me, on his phone.

"Who's that you're talking to, Harry?" I asked. A small smile was plastered on his face. I could tell something good was happening on that phone that I was missing.

"Nobody." he answered, still smiling. I got a bit heated because he refused to tell me, but I let it slide. It's not like I really cared, he could talk to whoever he wanted, right everyone? Right.

I pulled out my phone and started browsing through apps I had downloaded but never used. I looked through them again to find that Twitter hadn't been opened for a day or two, so I decided to check it out. After I followed a few people, I read down my home page a bit to see what the girls were talking about now.

One of the tweets I had read said, "Funny that no matter what happens they never deny Larry."

Something inside me snapped then. I'm not sure if it was her attitude, or the perfectionist in my managment's eyes that got to me then, or maybe even Harry not telling me who was giving him butterflies, but I snapped right back at her in writing, "How's this, Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy, why can't you accept that?"

Instantly after I had sent out the tweet, I regretted everything I had just wrote. Too bad there wasn't enough time to take it back.